Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

The Arrival

By Cheryl Taggert

For a brief description of who’s who in this series, go here.

Lisa waited patiently for the plane with her niece aboard to land. She had been anticipating this for a long time. Jenny was only twelve, her sister’s only child, and Lisa was looking forward to having another girl around the house for the summer. Her husband and children were touring the country for their vacation. Lisa couldn’t go because of sudden work that she had to complete in her blossoming business as an interior designer. She was jealous, yes. But she at least had little Jenny coming to keep her company. She worked out of her home, and the child’s friendly company would be nice. At twenty-nine, she had two daughters, nine and seven, and she knew she would miss them terribly. Jenny would help fill the void.

Finally, the plane landed and she waited at the end of the ramp for Jenny to disembark. She had gotten permission to wait here when she’d told security that she was meeting a young child. They would do anything to keep from having to be responsible for a minor in the crowded airport.

She saw little Jenny immediately. Her long hair fell in waves down her back and over her shoulders. Her smile absolutely beamed. Lisa could see the young girl’s milk chocolate brown eyes as the smile touched them and made them twinkle with glee at seeing her aunt waiting for her. She rushed into Lisa’s outstretched arms and hugged her close.

“Aunt Lisa!” she squealed.

“My goodness,” Lisa answered, feeling the young girl’s strong hug against her rib cage. “Let’s get a look at you!”

Jenny stepped back to be admired. Lisa was suddenly aware of her youthful figure. Her small titties were beginning to press against her top and her hips were beginning to flare out from her waist. Her clothes accented her figure well. Lisa was overcome with a sudden rush of excitement that she didn’t anticipate at all.

Where had that come from? She felt her cheeks flush with a mixture of slight horniness, embarrassment, and shock. Then she remembered she had been reading a story last night about a young girl’s sexual escapades. The story had brought her to the point of masturbating, although she hadn’t reached an orgasm due to an unexpected phone call from Greg and the kids. After the call, she’d been too sleepy to finish what she’d started and didn’t see the need anyway since she had calmed down considerably talking to her two munchkins. Maybe that had been the trigger for her sudden lustful feelings for her niece. She realized that the precocious sexpot in the erotic novel that she’d been reading had been described as looking very much the same as Jenny looked. Youthful, nearly boyish in figure, dark hair and eyes. Yes, that must be it. True, she found the book highly stimulating sexually, but the sudden rise in her libido at seeing her little niece was a surprise, to say the least. She dismissed the erotic nature of her thoughts as leftover tension from the night before and made a mental note to finish the job tonight after Jenny was in bed.

Jenny flew once again into Lisa’s arms, hugging her tightly again. Then they headed for the baggage claim area.

“I have so much to tell you about,” she said excitedly. “I’ve been taking riding lessons at the stables and Mom is thinking of actually buying me a horse for my birthday next March!”

“Oh, really? That does sound like fun.”

“You don’t know the half of it!” Jenny exclaimed in answer. “I just love to ride horses. It’s the greatest feeling in the world.”

Uh-oh. That feeling was returning, unbidden. The little heroine in the book loved to ride horses too, but for a different reason. She loved the feel of bouncing in the saddle and allowing her little pussy to slap itself against the leather saddle until an orgasm approached and nearly made her fall off the noble animal. In fact, Lisa remembered being this age and riding horses at the stables near their home in Remington, the small town where she and her sister Ann, Jenny’s mother, had grown up. She remembered that there was something wonderful about riding that she had never mentioned to her mother, although she had once told Ann about it.

This made her think of Ann, who was two years older, and the memories of waking in the night to find her alone and busy in bed some nights. It was through this silent, secretive watching of her older sister that Lisa had learned about masturbation and orgasms. And the sudden thought of why the horse riding must have felt so good had become clear with the first tentative rubbings of her own mound.

Jenny was still talking animatedly about riding. This girl was horse crazy. “I can’t imagine anything that feels as good as riding a horse,” she continued rambling. “It makes me feel all grown up or something.”

Lisa looked at Jenny and silently wondered about the full meaning of what she’d been saying. Is it possible that she had discovered how wonderful it felt to bounce up and down in the leather saddle? She tried to read the mischievous glint in her eyes as she spoke about riding, but she wasn’t sure. For some reason the idea of little Jenny bouncing her way to an orgasm caused Lisa to blush again with returning excitement. She had even cut her eyes at her when she had said “or something.”

After they collected all of Jenny`s luggage, they had a skycap take the luggage to a waiting cab outside the terminal. Lisa tipped the skycap and they headed for Greg and Lisa’s home outside the city. On the way they talked about a variety of things, mostly what they would be doing in their spare time.

“Maybe we can go riding, even,” Lisa said. Jenny smiled broadly at that. That mysterious glint returning to her eyes.

Then she hugged Lisa again in the cab. Suddenly Lisa was noticing that when Jenny hugged her, she would squeeze her smaller titties to her larger ones hard enough that Lisa noticed the pressure of the contact. She became aware that Jenny may be copping a feel of her breasts in a sneaky sort of way. Jenny certainly hugged more than Lisa remembered the girl doing a year ago when they’d last seen each other.

Finally they were home and after paying the cab, Lisa helped Jenny bring her bags into the spacious home. “You’ll be staying in Tina and Erin’s room,” she said, leading the way into her daughters’ bedroom. She felt that Jenny would be more at home in there, where young girl things were everywhere. Stuffed animals on the double bed, posters of puppies and kittens, and other little girl things adorned the room. “Do you want help unpacking?”

“Sure,” she said, still beaming.

Lisa put the largest suitcase on the bed and opened it. She began working with her toiletries. She had made sure there were several drawers emptied for her to use in the girls’ dresser. She began to unpack Jenny’s clothes, starting with her panties.

They were adorable cotton panties of varying pastels. She found herself imagining Jenny putting them on after a shower and wondered again at her imagination’s paths. This was totally unlike her. Lisa continued putting away the panties until she had a sudden vision of her niece reaching inside them to rub her small pussy in this very bed. Lisa actually shook her head to clear the image. When she got to the little A-cup bras, she noticed her hands beginning to tremble. I definitely need to take care of some things, she thought to herself. And soon.

Lisa didn’t notice Jenny come back into the room, and she held the little bra up for inspection, even holding it up to her much too big titties to compare. Jenny smiled to herself.

“I think it is too small for you,” she joked, startling her aunt and laughing at her own joke.

“Oh, honey. I know that. I was just admiring it. It’s so pretty.”

“Hey, maybe I could model for you later? I want to be either a model or a horse trainer when I grow up, so that would be kinda fun, actually.”

Even though she recognized the danger of such a thing as having the young girl model for her, she found herself agreeing. Her voice sounded far away.

When they’d finished unpacking, they decided to go for a swim in the pool.

“Great! I can begin by modeling my bathing suit.”

“Of course,” Lisa agreed, finding her breathing a bit difficult.

Jenny opened her drawers to find her bathing suits, of which she’d brought three. Pulling out her favorite one, she immediately began to strip with Lisa looking on.

“Hon, don’t you think you should…” her voice trailed off as her young niece pushed her pants and panties to the floor with one swoosh of garments. The top and little bra were next. Lisa found herself looking at an absolutely gorgeous, nude cherub.

She noticed the tiny patch of light brown fuzz that had begun to develop around the child’s labia. It was almost invisible it was so sparse. Her tiny titties were more nipple than anything. Raspberry colored nipples that puckered into small hard bullets that looked positively mouth-watering. Jenny seemed unaware of the effect she was having on her aunt.

“Will you model for me too?” she asked innocently.

Again Lisa heard her voice from somewhere far off. “Sure, hon. If you want me to.”

“I do. Definitely.” She smiled up at her aunt. She then dropped her bathing suit on the floor behind her. “Oops. Clumsy me.” She turned and bent over, revealing the fullness of her small but delectable ass to Aunt Lisa.

It was all Lisa could do to keep from leaning down and kissing that beautiful little ass. It was muscular, firm, and rounded, and she imagined her hands running over the globes and squeezing them and spanking them playfully. Then she saw herself kissing and nibbling on the little girl’s ass, her tongue bathing it before plunging into the cleft in between.

Lisa was suddenly aware that she was about to come in her pants. She’d never been this horny before and had never, ever thought about her little niece in a sexual way. She wanted desperately to get to the bathroom, anything, and bring the orgasm that was threatening to bring itself to life.

Jenny stood up and turned, sitting on the bed to put the bottoms on over her feet. It was too much for Lisa. She stared as the little lips of the twelve-year-old’s pussy spread as she lifted a leg. She was actually drooling.

And then she came.

It wasn’t a huge orgasm, thank goodness, but it was an orgasm. She didn’t moan or groan; she just trembled ever so slightly. It was small by comparison to most orgasms she had experienced, probably due to the lack of actual touching, but it was enough that Jenny asked if something was wrong.

“No, honey. Nothing. Just a chill. Nothing wrong at all.” She realized she was denying it too much, babbling really, and closed her mouth.

After putting on the skimpy top, Jenny announced, “Now, it’s your turn to model.”

Lisa wasn’t sure what to do. She could feel her panties sticking to her pussy and the moisture that had become a flood with her orgasm. But she couldn’t go back on what she’d said to her niece. She just hoped the little girl wouldn’t notice.

They stepped down the hall into Greg and Lisa’s room. Reaching into a drawer, she withdrew a bikini, her sexiest, skimpiest bikini for the afternoon swim with Jenny, who had plopped down on Lisa’s bed.

She began to undress. She noticed that Jenny looked curiously at her as she stripped. Jenny noticed especially the D-cup breasts that sprang out of the bra when Lisa released the globes. Then Lisa pulled her panties down. She blushed profusely. Her juices had covered the crotch of her panties, and the odor of her horniness suddenly filled the room. She could still feel her pussy demanding attention since the small orgasm had not quenched her fires, but had only fanned the flames of her desire.

Looking at Jenny, she noticed that she indeed did see the stained patch on her panties, the glistening wetness that was evidence of her excitement and lust for the little girl. Standing naked before her young niece, she couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’ll be right back, honey. Make yourself comfortable.” And with that she went into her bathroom and closed the door behind her.

Curious, Jenny got up and picked up the soaked panties Lisa had left behind in her haste. Lifting them to her nose, she sniffed them. Yes. Aunt Lisa had come. She thought she had, but wasn’t sure. Until now. Of course, it could have been just a lot of wetness, but the shuddering and trembling were what she’d thought they were. But what was Aunt Lisa doing now in the bathroom? If she had come, shouldn’t she be over it now?

She went to the bathroom door. She could hear the slippery sounds of pussy rubbing on the other side. And the unmistakable sounds of her aunt moaning.

Holy shit! she thought. She’s doing it again!

The moans increased in volume a bit and Jenny heard her aunt have her second orgasm in the past five minutes. Jenny continued listening until the toilet flushed and then ran back to the bed and waited. Lisa came out of the bathroom looking satisfied and still breathing a bit hard. Jenny’s pussy, however, was on fire, and she wondered when she would be able to have her own orgasm. She found herself enormously attracted to her aunt. She had known for some time that she was attracted to her ever since she had been caught in their room when Aunt Lisa and her family had visited them and she and her husband, Greg, had had sex when she was hidden in the room.

She had been in the room they were staying in when they came in and shut the door. When she’d heard them coming down the hall, she had gotten under the bed because she’d been snooping and didn’t want to get caught. It was the middle of the afternoon, which, with what they did, was enough to shock the little then eleven-year-old, and now she was stuck there until they left again. Her Uncle Greg had talked dirty to her Aunt Lisa, and the thing that had gotten Jenny’s attention, even then, was Uncle Greg talking about Aunt Lisa and another woman in bed together. The talk had seemed to get Aunt Lisa really going, because she’d said stuff like, “Oh, yes. I could lick her pussy while you watched.” It was obviously just grownup’s bedroom talk like she`d read in the books her dad had stashed in his bedside drawer, but the idea that her Aunt Lisa was turned on by sex with another female had not been forgotten. She’d listened to them grunt their orgasms out, and masturbated her hairless little cunny hoping to accomplish her first orgasm (she hadn’t had one yet at that time), while imagining what was taking place on the bed above her.

She hadn’t come. But she had started having ideas about other girls after that, especially her Aunt Lisa, whom she had always adored. She even had experimented sexually with Diane, a friend her age back home. She had often wondered what it would be like to have sex with a grown woman, and to be honest the thought of her Aunt Lisa had been a frequent fantasy of hers since she’d been invited to stay the summer with her. She just wasn’t sure how to get things started.

Jenny could see the moisture from Lisa’s steaming pussy on the outer lips and the fringes of hair that covered her mound. She couldn’t help but stare at the gorgeous cunt that presented itself to her gaze. Lisa noticed the direction of her eyes and wondered what the youngster was thinking. What the hell, she thought. Might as well ask her.

“So what are you looking at?” she asked, smiling slightly.

Jenny looked up into her face. A blush moved up her chest into her cheeks as she realized that she’d been caught looking at Lisa’s pussy.

“Oh. Um. I was just, uh, looking at how much hair you had down there.”

“Well, it isn’t as much as it should be. I trim my bush to keep it nice and neat. Of course you aren’t in need of doing that yet.”

“You trim it?” Jenny had never heard of anyone doing that, but then why should she. The only girls she knew were her age and had no need of trimming their pubic hair.

“Yes, honey. I trim it about once every two weeks. In fact it is time to trim it now.” A sudden thought occurred to Lisa. “Would you like to watch me so you can do it yourself one day?”

Jenny’s eyes widened at the thought of watching Lisa’s hands so near to her own pussy, pulling the lips wide to get to the hair down there. “Okay,” she said, almost in a whisper her throat had become so dry.

Lisa had noticed the girl’s interest in her pussy when she’d come out of the bathroom. Indeed she may have only been noticing the hair, but the glint in the child’s eyes was unmistakably that of lust. Could this little minx actually be getting turned on looking at me? Her mind was dazzled with the sudden possibilities. In a mere hour, Lisa had become aroused by her little twelve-year-old niece.

Now the idea that their summer may end up becoming something more made her heart skip a beat. She wondered if what she was doing was truly a good idea. If Jenny was not as turned on as she thought, Lisa could be in some serious trouble. In the space of a few seconds, Lisa thought about these things and figured there was no harm in seeing whether or not the girl was interested in watching her shave and trim herself. Somebody had to teach her about this aspect of hygiene and appearance. She decided that if things went no further than Jenny watching her trim herself there could be no trouble. There was an adequate explanation.

She looked down at her niece and held out her hand. Jenny took it and followed Lisa into the bathroom. She could still smell her fluids that hung in the air and hoped Jenny didn’t recognize it. She began to bring out her gear to trim and shave her pubic area. Jenny could smell what Lisa hoped she couldn’t as soon as they entered the bathroom. The smell of Lisa’s pussy filled the small area and was enhanced by the smell that still emanated from her.

She looked at Lisa’s body and made her appraisal. She looked very pretty, even younger than her twenty-nine years. Her long light brown hair hung about six inches below her shoulders, seeming to frame her size D boobs. She figured her waist to be about 25 inches and her ass was in perfect proportion to the rest of her body, perhaps around 38 inches around the hips. As she hung behind Lisa as they entered the bathroom, her eyes watched that mesmerizing ass. Little Jenny could feel her desire beginning to well up in her pussy in the form of even more wetness.

Lisa indicated the toilet and lowered the lid to give her a place to sit and watch and said, “Sit here, hon, so I can teach you about this.”

As she sat, Lisa noticed the darkening area on her bathing suit that indicated a patch of wetness beneath her pussy. Yes, she thought to herself, she’s as randy as I was before I masturbated.

Lifting herself up, Lisa sat on the counter and faced the mirror, propping her feet on either side of the sink so she could gain easy access to her pussy and see it clearly. She took the trimming scissors and began to trim the hair. Occasionally she would look over at Jenny to see if she was watching. Her attention was totally focused on what Lisa was doing. And not only that, her hand would sometimes steal down and touch her pussy through her bikini bottoms, rubbing herself briefly. Because her attention was on the mirror image of Lisa’s pussy, she didn’t notice that Lisa would look at her occasionally. Apparently, she thought that in order to trim her pussy hair, Lisa would have to keep constant attention on her pussy. Of course, this wasn’t true, and Lisa was noticing that Jenny was getting quite turned on watching this.

Jenny watched as Lisa’s hands used the scissors to trim the hair around her pussy. She was getting totally turned on. She could see the sticky juices of Lisa’s pussy clinging to the inner lips as Lisa spread the labia. She could smell the fragrance of her pussy as it filled the air around her. And when she looked into the mirror to see where Lisa was looking, she noticed that she was totally involved with her task. She began to reach down and stroke her pussy every once in a while. Lisa didn’t seem to notice, so Jenny’s strokes became more frequent, more intense. She realized that she was soaking wet in her pussy.

After trimming the hair close to her mound, Lisa began to lather shaving cream onto the hair, paying special attention to the hair beyond her bikini line. She looked into the mirror to see that Jenny had slipped her hand into her bikini bottoms and was gently stroking her pussy beneath the thin material. Lisa then picked up the razor and began to scrape the hair from her exposed bikini area. Then an idea occurred to her.

“Hon?” she said, rinsing the razor in the sink. Out of the corner of her eye, Lisa noticed the quick motion of Jenny removing her hand quickly from her cum-drenched pussy.

“Yes?” came the almost whispered reply.

“Would you like to help me with something?”

“Sure!”

“I was thinking of shaving all my hair off. You know. Then we could be twins. Whatdya think?”

“That would be cool,” Jenny smiled brilliantly, flattered that her aunt would want to be like her. “How can I help you with that, though?”

“Well, you could come help me stretch the pubic skin tightly so I don’t cut myself.”

For a moment, Jenny was frozen to the spot where she sat. That would mean touching Lisa’s pussy. Actually touching it!

“Okay,” she said, standing up. She felt as if she were dreaming. If not for the pungent aroma of horny pussy, she might have been able to convince herself that she was.

“Put one hand here,” said Lisa, indicating an area on the left side of her pussy, “and another here below that spot. Then pull it tightly to make the surface smoother for me to shave it. Okay?”

Jenny followed Lisa’s directions, reaching trembling hands to her pussy. Lisa’s hand went to cover the most prized area, the inner lips and clit. She began to shave the hair off.

“Watch your hands, hon. Don’t let me cut you.”

As Lisa shaved closer to Jenny’s hand on the upper part of the labia, Jenny moved her hand to one side. As she did, she accidentally brushed Lisa’s clitoris. Lisa’s sucked in her breath at the unintended contact. Jenny heard and felt embarrassed.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t think anything of it, hon,” Lisa answered nervously. “It isn’t as if you haven’t touched one before.”

“Huh?”

Lisa threw caution to the wind. She wanted this little girl badly. So, okay, she lusted after her own niece, her sister’s twelve-year-old baby girl. As far as she was concerned the whole world could just go fuck themselves. She just had to have this little girl. And NOW!

“I saw you, baby. I saw what you were doing to yourself when I was trimming myself. But don’t worry. It’s perfectly normal.”

Jenny looked into Lisa’s face in the mirror and blushed a bright red.

“You don’t mind?”

“No, honey. Of course I don’t mind. Why would I mind you doing to yourself what I have done to myself since before I was your age?”

Jenny’s eyes grew big. This was certainly news. Aunt Lisa had masturbated when she was younger than twelve? The idea made her even hornier than she had been. And what was more, she was openly admitting it.

“In fact, honey, you can do that any time you want around here. Of course, you shouldn’t do it in front of company, but if you feel like doing it when you are alone, or even when we are alone, feel free to indulge yourself.”

Jenny laughed at her little “don’t do it in front of company” joke. Then she blushed at the full import of what Aunt Lisa was saying.

“You mean if I wanted to do it right now, I could?”

“Well, let’s get this pussy cleaned up of hair before you abandon me, okay?”

Jenny laughed again.

“Does it shock you that I am okay with you masturbating whenever you want to around here?”

“Maybe a little, yeah. But I like the idea. It makes me feel like an adult.”

“Hey, I have an idea. From now on, our motto will be, if it feels good and doesn’t hurt anyone, then by all means do it. Okay?”

“Okay!” Jenny’s smile was spread across her cherubic face.

They finished shaving Lisa’s pussy, all the while teasing and talking about masturbation.

“I know you were masturbating in the bathroom before, you know,” Jenny said.

“You did?”

“Yeah. I even listened. Does that make you mad?”

“Of course not, baby. I’m glad I could entertain you.”

With that, Jenny decided on something. She stripped her bathing suit off and announced, “I’m going into the pool naked so I can masturbate outside. Is that okay?”

“Sure it is. And I’m going in nude, too,” said Lisa, and the two females, the twenty-nine-year-old aunt and the twelve-year-old niece, went out to the pool for a swim.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Cheryl Taggert

Rhonda Tucker knew her daughter, Cheryl, was beautiful. Nobody had to tell her that; she had eyes. In fact, she had been watching her little girl grow up with increased interest. Cheryl was filling out nicely. She had recently turned twelve, and Rhonda was acutely aware of her daughter’s effects on others, especially her own mother.

Rhonda was at their pool thinking about her daughter, daydreaming about the many things that had happened while Cheryl had been growing up–and out. Because her husband Stan worked long hours and frequently had to travel, much of Rhonda’s life had become centered around her little girl.

She remembered Cheryl when she had only been about four or five, riding her little rocking horse on springs, Shadow. The horse had belonged to Rhonda when she was a child, and later Rhonda handed it down to her own daughter. Cheryl had fallen in love with it immediately, riding it for great stretches of time. Of course, Rhonda knew what was happening. She herself had enjoyed the immature sexual feelings the rocking had produced, and she knew her own daughter was discovering her own feelings. This had become obvious when little Cheryl, not threatened by her feelings or her mother’s possible reaction to them, had come to Rhonda and asked about the feelings.

“Mommy, why does Shadow make my po-po feel tingly?” Po-po had been their pet name for pussy, Rhonda remembered. Of course, she wouldn’t have taught her child that more sexual term, and vagina had just seemed so formal. She enjoyed the cute name, as did Cheryl.

“Because you are discovering how certain touches and pressures make your po-po feel. It’s okay, honey. It won’t hurt you. In fact, you will one day find you really like that feeling a lot.”

Cheryl had smiled. “I like it already,” she’d said and dashed off to ride Shadow for another half hour or so.

Years later when Cheryl had been around nine, Rhonda had walked in on her in the tub. She found her little girl with her little pussy under the stream of the tub faucet. She had straightened up quickly, but Rhonda had assured her that what she was doing was okay.

“It’s okay, sweetie. Mommy’s sorry. I should have knocked first. You go ahead and I will leave. What you were doing is just fine. Mommy does it too, and it would be hypocritical for me to tell you not to.”

Her baby had just looked at her, wide-eyed, and smiled. A look of happiness had crossed her face. Rhonda would not describe it any other way. And later her nubile little nymphet had reinforced her feelings about that certainty.

That night, after her bath, she had come to Rhonda and sat beside her on the sofa. Rhonda, who had more or less forgotten the incident in the bathroom earlier, had looked at her quizzically, since Cheryl had had a most unusual look on her little face.

“What is it, baby?”

“Mommy?”

“Yes?”

Then her little girl had leaned into her quickly and hugged her tightly. “Thank you.”

“For what, honey?” Even now she remembered the intoxicating scent of her wet hair, clean and fresh.

“For being a good mom.”

Rhonda eased her daughter back with gentle hands on her shoulders. “Okay. What did I do right now?” She laughed, as did Cheryl. It was telling of their relationship how often they asked that question instead of the usually more common one, “What did I do wrong now?” They had indeed been close since the child’s birth.

“Well — about the tub. What I was doing. Tina’s mom would have had a fit or something if she’d caught Tina doing that. You seemed like it was the most natural thing in the world.”

“It is, baby. It’s natural for me, and it’s natural for you. It’s probably natural for Tina, but her mommy thinks otherwise. That’s all.”

“I just feel really lucky to have a mommy like you. And that’s all.”

“Can Mommy ask you a personal question?”

Cheryl had started to get up from her spot next to her mother, but now hesitated. Her daughter looked into her eyes and Rhonda could see that her baby girl knew that it would be a really personal question, considering what the topic of discussion had been. Rhonda could almost see the decision to be honest and forthright with her mother enter Cheryl’s mind. It was almost certainly a by-product of their honesty with each other on everything in their lives to that point.

Cheryl nodded wordlessly.

“Do you know what an orgasm is?” Rhonda saw from her reaction that she had considered the question would be the one asked. She seemed to expect it.

Cheryl looked into Rhonda’s eyes and spoke. “Yes.”

“Have you ever had one?”

Again, that forthright stare. “Yes, Mommy.”

“How long have you been having them?”

“I don’t know. A long time — since Shadow.”

Rhonda wasn’t surprised by that at all. Finally, she asked, “Did you have one earlier in the tub?”

This time, Cheryl just nodded before asking, “That’s okay, isn’t it?”

It was Rhonda’s turn to hug her daughter. “Yes, baby. That’s more than okay. It’s fantastic. Enjoy them. Enjoy them all.”

That night Rhonda had sat and remembered her own upbringing. Her mother had been much more like Tina’s mother. As a result Rhonda had felt enormously guilty about her sexual feelings growing up. If her daughter was the result of honesty and parental permission for a child to explore and enjoy her budding sexuality, then she was doing this mother thing the right way. Cheryl was the most well-adjusted child she knew, filled with a strong sense of self and pride that did not alienate people at all. Quite the contrary, her self-esteem drew people to her the way a flower draws bees.

Now her daughter was twelve. A beautiful child-woman. At twelve, that usually awkward age between early puberty and adulthood, she was self-assured and filled with love for just about everyone she knew. She rarely had fights with other girls the way so many girls that age did. Nearly everybody liked her.

And now, sitting by the pool, Rhonda had to finally admit that she liked her too. Of course, she loved her. Cheryl was her daughter, after all. But Rhonda liked her daughter. And today, after last night’s events that were only now beginning to creep into her consciousness after being pushed away so many times since it had happened, she was admitting to herself finally that she desired her daughter Cheryl too. She desired to kiss her mouth wetly, fondle her body’s every inch, suckle the pert breasts, and lick and suck her maturing little pussy. Furthermore, she wanted her daughter to do these things to her as well. She wanted desperately to feel her own daughter’s lips, tongue, and mouth on her body’s most sensitive areas.

Of course she knew the taboos that were in play here. Incest. The UGLIEST of words in the modern culture. But why was that? She certainly had not set the rules. Could she help it if she found she desired her own daughter? And now, God help them, she was aware of her daughter’s desire for her as well.

It was that word, incest, that had kept last night’s episode from being replayed in her mind. The taboo nature of it made her mind shrink from remembering what had happened last night during the storm.

Rhonda looked up at the sunny day. It was hard to believe that last night it had been anything but wonderful weather. She forced her mind to go back to the events she didn’t want to face, for to see them meant she would act again on her and Cheryl’s desires for one another. And just as surely as the sun rose in the east and set in the west, she knew that would happen too, of course.

It had been stormy all day yesterday, and last night’s forecast called for more of the same. They had watched TV until the cable had gone out; then they’d played Monopoly until the power failed. There was nothing left to do but go to bed, so they had.

The thunder had grown increasingly worse, booming closer to their home with each passing minute. Cheryl had never been nervous in a storm before, but for some reason she was last night. Rhonda decided it was probably just being twelve.

They had retired to their rooms, and Rhonda had changed for bed when a timid knock had sounded at her bedroom door.

“Come in,” Rhonda said, wondering what Cheryl wanted.

When Cheryl opened the bedroom door, she looked sheepish in the candlelight that cast its romantic glow throughout the room.

“Mom? Can I sleep with you just for tonight?”

The suddenness of her nervous response to the storm surprised Rhonda.

“What’s the matter, honey?” she asked with concern.

“It’s the storm, that’s all. For some reason I’m sort of scared. Just a little,” she’d added quickly, lest her mother think she was a baby for being afraid of a storm.

Rhonda could sense her anxiety over being afraid and appeased it as best she could by admitting to fear herself. “I’m a little nervous too, honey. I’m glad you came in here. I might have ended up slipping into your bed tonight myself.”

Cheryl giggled at that, and the momentary tension was over as far as admitting to fear of the storm went.

“So I can stay with you tonight?”

“Sure, hon. We’ll make it a camp-out of sorts.”

Cheryl placed the candle on the bedside table and leaped on the bed, landing amid the covers. Rhonda noticed she was wearing a baby blue pajama shirt and almost sheer bikini panties of the same color. The sight had a disquieting effect on Rhonda. She suddenly realized it turned her on to see her daughter in such a simple yet sexy outfit for the night. She decided to ignore her sudden lustful feelings. It wasn’t as if she could masturbate tonight if she got horny.

“Well, what do you say we call it a night?” Rhonda asked, climbing into bed beside her daughter.

“Okay, it’s a night!” Cheryl said, squealing with adolescent humor.

“Very funny, young lady. Now, under the covers.”

“Do I have to? It’s hot and I like to sleep on top of the covers. In fact, I usually don’t wear anything on a warm night like this.”

Rhonda had known that. She had entered her daughter’s room on various errands after lights out numerous times to find her little cherub naked and asleep on top of the covers. The memory of it had a rather stimulating effect on her. As the storm raged outside, she could feel one brewing inside her as well.

Then she said something she couldn’t believe she had said. “Well, I wouldn’t want to stand in the way of tradition. If you sleep in the nude, then by all means, do so now. I want you to be comfortable, sweetie.”

In any other circumstance, she would have thought nothing of this remark. But suddenly she felt embarrassed by it. For some reason, the sexual nature of it struck her with an intense inner vibration. She noticed, uncomfortably, where that vibration was centered–in her pussy. Her body was responding to her daughter in very unexpected ways. She felt her pussy grow moist.

Her daughter’s reaction was more expected, but no less intoxicating to Rhonda. She began to unbutton her pajama top, smiling at her mother before looking down to watch her own progress. She was stripping, getting naked to sleep in the same bed as her mother. She behaved as if it were the world’s most normal thing.

Perhaps it was, thought Rhonda. But her own feelings of lust were making her feel guilty. She had never felt guilt as far as her daughter was concerned, and the sensation was odd now, to say the least.

Rhonda found herself staring at her daughter’s breasts as they were revealed. She’d seen them plenty of times before, as recently as last week, but their effect on her now was somewhat different. She realized she was viewing her daughter as a sexual partner. Her own partner.

Cheryl noticed her mother’s stares. “What?” Cheryl asked, blushing slightly as she noticed her mother’s stares were much different than her usual casual glances.

Rhonda snapped out of her reverie. She realized with sudden horror that she was imagining her mouth sucking Cheryl’s nipples, first one, then the other, until they were standing at attention to meet her mouth’s fondling of them.

“Huh? Oh. Um… I was just… nothing.” Her mind reeled with the image. What was more, her pussy was positively on fire. Her breathing was ragged. Sweat popped out on her forehead.

“Are you okay, Mom? You look kinda hot.”

My god, thought Rhonda. Is it that obvious? Then she realized Cheryl was talking about the perspiration that had shown on her skin.

To cover the reason for her sudden perspiring, she just said, “Oh, well, yes, I am.”

“Why don’t you sleep on top of the covers in the nude too, then?” suggested Cheryl. “An all nude slumber party, just you and me. That would be neat!”

Rhonda realized that she was stuck now. She would have to comply or give away how much desire she was feeling for her daughter right now. She stood beside the bed and began to remove the gown she’d put on. She wore nothing underneath.

When next she looked at Cheryl, Rhonda saw something flicker in her eyes that she hadn’t seen before. It was a momentary flash of thought or mood. Then she realized she had seen that look before. She had seen it while Cheryl, at the tender age of four, had ridden Shadow, stimulating her little clit that had not even developed much beyond a small BB. And she had seen it when she had entered the bathroom that time to see her daughter with legs splayed up the wall of the tub enclosure and the water from the tub’s spigot splashing onto her puffy, hairless mound. What she had seen flicker in her daughter Cheryl’s eyes was exactly what she had already been feeling. It was lust. A desire for sex. Rhonda realized with sudden clarity that her twelve-year-old daughter was horny. And she could also see that it surprised her too.

For a moment, neither spoke nor moved. They were transfixed with the knowledge about each other. Cheryl suddenly realized that it hadn’t been the heat that had caused her mother to perspire. She recognized the reason which until that moment had escaped her. Perhaps she’d recognized it because she had suddenly felt it herself, but she knew it for what it was. And suddenly their hearts were pounding in their chests, which in turn created more heat in their pussies. They each knew. And what was more, they understood that the other knew as well. And this caused their paralysis.

Finally, Rhonda spoke, but it was a feeble attempt to break the ice. “Well… um… uh… well.” She heaved a sigh.

“Mom? What’s going on?”

Cheryl was the one to bring it up, of course. She was the more innocent of the two and needed answers. Rhonda realized they at least needed to talk about it.

“Honey, do you want to talk?”

Cheryl nodded. It brought back the memory of their conversation after the tub incident and Rhonda relaxed. Whatever happened, they would be okay.

Rhonda climbed onto the bed beside Cheryl, and they lay back together, propping themselves up with pillows. They looked into each other’s eyes.

Rhonda spoke first this time. “Honey, I don’t know what is going on, exactly. How do you feel right now?”

“Right now? Right now I feel like masturbating. And I’m not sure why. But suddenly seeing you naked did that to me. I don’t know. What about you?”

Rhonda continued to gaze into her daughter’s lovely green eyes. She could feel herself falling into them. “Right now I am so hot I could touch myself and come within seconds.”

Cheryl was still confused, but not in a panic. She seemed more curious than anything. “Mom, why are we feeling this way together? I mean, I’m scared to say what I was thinking. What I’m still thinking.”

Rhonda tried to get some perspective, attempted to understand where these feelings came from. She thought she knew, but wasn’t sure Cheryl would understand. She felt she had no other choice but to tell her what she thought and see.

“Sweetie, I think it is an extension of our immense love for one another. We have been so close all your life, and I have always been open and honest with you about your sexuality. Perhaps this is just that love and understanding coming out in a new way.”

Cheryl seemed to be taking that thought in and processing it. She looked at her mother and this time boldly allowed her eyes to wander down her body to her breasts and pussy. Her eyes lingered there on her mother’s shaved pussy as her breathing grew more unsteady. Unconsciously, Cheryl’s hand began to wander to her own breasts and squeeze her right nipple, pinching it.

“Baby, are you scared?” asked Rhonda, concerned that her daughter not be afraid of her or her own feelings, as wrong as society thought those feelings might be.

Cheryl glanced up into her mother’s soft eyes then back down to Rhonda’s pussy.  Its aroma now mingled with her own pussy’s to fill the air around the bed with the fragrance of their natural perfumes. “No,” she looked back at her mother and smiled shyly before continuing. “I’m turned on!”

It was a sound of desperation. A music of longing. In the time it takes for the heart to beat, they each knew that they would make love.

“Me, too,” Rhonda’s voice nearly squeaked, her throat had become so dry.

Then Rhonda leaned into her daughter’s frame, that lovely, tight twelve-year-old body, and they molded into each other.

Their lips sought the other’s, seeking and exploring. They kissed deeply. Their tongues intertwined, probing warmly into the other’s mouth, longing to become one. Each uttered a moan of abandonment to their feelings. Desire enveloped their bodies.

Rhonda tilted her head to her daughter’s small cleavage and her lips moved to the swelling flesh of her breast. She sought the nipple that capped the small mound, and in an instant it was in her mouth at long last. She realized the irony that she had suckled Cheryl as a baby, and now, years later, it had been her, the mother, who had next sought the nipple of the other.

Her tongue flicked the puckered flower of Cheryl’s nipple, dancing along the protruding button of raspberry-colored flesh. Next, her teeth nibbled along the sides of the tit, finally arriving back at the nipple, where more tender bites were bestowed on the ripe flesh.

All the while, Cheryl squirmed from the attentions of her mother. She felt the moisture from her pussy begin to flow from her in waves of pleasure. She longed for more as her body responded in spite of who her partner was. She didn’t care that it was her own mother. She realized that she had wanted this for so long, possibly since she had been a small child first discovering her sexuality. She was certain she’d wanted it since she’d been nine when her mother had caught her masturbating in the tub. She had found herself trying to peek at her mother since then. She wanted to see her mother’s nude body. In fact, she often masturbated to images of her mother. But it wasn’t until now that she realized where these fantasies had been leading.

She looked down at her mother’s head as it bobbed from one tit to the other, nibbling enticingly. Tears welled up in her eyes at the sheer pleasure of finally having sex with her mother. She loved her mother more than anyone in the world. Why shouldn’t her mother be her first sexual partner? She reached down and cupped one of her mother’s breasts, pinching the nipple. Her mother responded with a soft moan.

Rhonda continued her journey down Cheryl’s belly. She could already smell the girl’s horniness. As in Rhonda’s own cunt, Cheryl’s creamy juices were bubbling from her super-heated pussy. Rhonda felt an enormous need to get her mouth on her baby’s mound. She stopped for a moment at the twelve-year-old’s navel, dipping her tongue into the tiny indentation in her daughter’s perfect skin that represented what had once been a physical connection between them.  That connection had now been replaced with another, more mature, physical connection.  She hesitated for a moment, in need of final permission to make love to her daughter.

“Baby,” she said, “do you want this to continue?” She wanted to be sure Cheryl was more than willing to make love with her mother. This was more than just sex, more than just lesbian sex, more than an older woman with a younger one. This was mother-daughter incest, and she needed to be completely certain her daughter would not regret this.

“Oh, yes, Mom, please!”

“Are you wanting to do… everything?”

“Very much, Mom. I think I have wanted this for years.”

Rhonda looked up at her daughter’s face. It was radiant. “Really, honey?”

Cheryl spoke with complete sincerity. “Yes. I think I first wanted this when I was nine and you caught me in the tub. I just didn’t know it then. I didn’t understand my feelings.”

Rhonda scooted up and took her daughter’s face in her cupped hands. They kissed tenderly. A lover’s kiss.

Now it was Cheryl’s turn to kiss and fondle her mother’s titties. She licked her mother’s breasts, the same breasts she had suckled milk from as a baby. She kneaded the fleshy globes and hungrily sucked the nipples, as if she were still a baby and wanted the nourishment these magnificent breasts could offer. Finally, she paused and looked up at her mother.

“I want to taste you too, Mommy.”

“Of course, sweetheart. You will. And I want to taste you. Do you know what a 69 is?” Cheryl nodded. “Do you want to do that with me?”

“Yes. Yes, I do!” Cheryl’s eyes danced with eagerness.

Rhonda moved her body around, switching her head down to the crevice of her daughter’s pussy, and offered her own pussy to her daughter. They each looked at the other’s mound of pleasure. They breathed in the heady fragrance of the other’s pussy. The aroma was intoxicating, and they were drunk with the pleasure of their actions.

Rhonda was the first to place her mouth on the slit offered for their mutual enjoyment. She began to lick her daughter’s pussy, gently at first, getting Cheryl used to the incredible sensations. She heard Cheryl moan loudly at the contact. Rhonda felt the hips buck into her mouth with a spasm as a wave of delight washed over her daughter.

“Lick me, too, Cheryl,” Rhonda told her. She couldn’t wait to feel her young daughter’s lovely mouth on her clit.

Immediately, she felt the young girl’s mouth on her slit, covering it like a warm, wet blanket. Her tongue snaked out and flicked the tip of the clit sending Rhonda into heaven. Sensations flooded her pussy. She felt as if a dam had burst. Her pussy was drenched. Her daughter’s saliva mixed with her pussy’s own secretions to make a sea of blissful wetness. She felt her little girl’s mouth being smeared with her juices, sliding easily about the opening that had presented itself to the lovely young girl.

Cheryl had a difficult time believing what had happened so suddenly. She loved the taste of her mother’s pussy. This didn’t surprise her. She loved the taste of her own come. She had sucked her fingers after masturbating for years, relishing the flavor. She discovered now that the flavor was even better when taken fresh from the vagina. It was like the difference between the taste of hot coffee and the taste of coffee after it had been allowed to cool. The flavor was there when cooled, but it tasted so much better when hot. And her mother was indeed hot right now. Very hot! But then she was rather hot herself. She could feel her mother’s mouth on her own flooded gash, her tongue rolling across the clit, making her buck involuntarily to the rhythms of the tongue bath her pussy was receiving.

Rhonda knew she would be coming soon. She recognized the intensity of the feelings her daughter’s mouth was creating. She was a molten mass of come that fairly dripped from her pussy like honey from a packed comb. She could hear the slurping noises that Cheryl was making and knew her baby was definitely enjoying the feast that her pussy was providing.

She reached into her little girl’s pussy with her tongue and fucked the pussy in and out, using her tongue like a slender cock. Cheryl responded with another bucking of the hips, fucking her face back the way her tongue was fucking her pussy. Rhonda wrapped her lips around the little clit and sucked it gently now, alternating that with tongue-fucking her vagina. Her daughter seemed on the very edge of an unbelievable orgasm.

Cheryl mimicked her mother’s movements, unsure as she was about what might feel good to Rhonda. Then she got an idea of her own. She reached with the index fingers of both hands and, separating the folds of the steaming pussy, plunged them into the gushing vagina. She finger-fucked her with abandon, plunging her fingers in and out while her mouth devoured her mother’s clit. Rhonda’s moaning told that she was getting close, especially after the fingers began pistoning into her pussy.

Cheryl could feel her own orgasm welling up from deep inside her. It was boiling from her womb into her body like lava. Her mother’s mouth was wildly licking her little clit and the slick inner folds of her pussy. She began to bounce her hips against her mom’s mouth so hard that she became afraid she might bruise her. But that thought was quickly buried deep in her psyche. Her more conscious mind was concentrating on her approaching orgasm. She could tell it would be an enormous one, perhaps better than any she had experienced to that point.

With a sudden jolt, the climax hit her, rushing over her body as if a dry heat had blasted from some desert area and enveloped her body. Her hips went wild; she screamed loudly. Tears welled up, the moment was so powerful. She could not believe the force of the orgasm. It seemed to take control of her muscles, making them quiver uncontrollably. Spasms rocked her young body as they never had before. Her pussy seemed to be on fire from the strength of the orgasm. She lay beside her mother, momentarily forgetting her obligation to bring her mother off as well.

“Keep sucking me, baby. Mommy’s about to come too.”

The words reminded her that her mother was still in need of her climax. She realized that if it was anything like the one that was still racking her body, her mother was in for a treat indeed.

With the tremors of her own orgasm still spreading in receding waves throughout her own body, Cheryl attacked her mother’s pussy again with fingers, tongue, and lips, devouring the sweet, slippery flesh of Rhonda’s larger pussy while her fingers redoubled their efforts to bring her mother to a wonderful come. Cheryl wanted Rhonda’s orgasm to be as extreme as her own. Her lips curled around the clitoris, sucking the button into her scrumptious mouth, shaking her head back and forth. Her index fingers once again speared her mother’s pussy, stroking into Rhonda’s opening like miniature pricks. Instinctively, she curled the fingers underneath the pubic bone and found her mother’s G-spot.

The reaction from Rhonda was immediate. She began screaming loudly, moaning out the approaching orgasm, pushing it into being much like the act of pushing her baby out of her vagina. It was incredible.

“Oh, GOD!” she screamed. “Suck me! Fuck me! Oh, baby-doll!” Her words were tumbling out of her mouth with no thought to meaning. She was just rambling with the orgasm’s rushing power.

Her body was slammed with wave after wave of unbelievable spasms. Rhonda grunted and moaned as the jolts caused her body to shudder rhythmically. She felt the orgasm build to a climax and her body arched into her daughter’s mouth, pushing her pussy into her sucking mouth, forcing her clit into her daughter’s teeth and her juices down her throat.

Finally, she felt the orgasm subside in gradual waves. She felt totally spent. Her muscles felt like cooked spaghetti. She felt she had to pee, but she didn’t have the strength yet to walk to her bathroom. She lay there, catching her breath and willing her muscles to find their ability to help her walk.

After a moment, she felt she could stand, and she went to the bathroom to pee. Afterward, she returned to Cheryl. They lay together for a moment before Rhonda spoke.

“Honey, are you okay with what happened?”

“Yes, Mom, I love you.”

“I love you, too, Muffin.” It was a name she often used for Cheryl, a pet name that they both loved.

Cheryl cuddled into her mother’s arms, laying her head against her mother’s breast, kissing it lightly, and closing her eyes before she said, “Now you’re a muffin, too, because you’re good enough to eat.” She giggled then, amused at her little joke.

Chuckling, Rhonda kissed her head and closed her own eyes. She was not sure what to make of what had just happened. She would think about it tomorrow. Right now, she needed sleep.

Rhonda sat by their pool remembering all this. She still wasn’t sure what to think. At that moment, Cheryl came out of the house, finally awake from the previous night. Rhonda noticed she was still nude. Her lovely firm ass was shapely and delightful. She sat in the lounge chair beside her mother.

“Honey, are you still okay with what happened last night?” asked Rhonda, not sure of the response she might get. Cheryl may have decided that what they did was totally wrong.

“Mom, I have never been happier. Are you okay with it?”

Rhonda looked at her nubile daughter. Noticing Cheryl’s small A-cup boobs with their raspberry nipples, Rhonda could feel her daughter’s firm body suddenly turning her on. She had her answer. Leaning over, she took her twelve-year-old daughter in her arms and kissed her passionately. This would be the start of a wonderful life together.

By Cheryl Taggert

Michelle came by after school today. She came in and asked if I wanted to play ‘The Tickle Game’ because she liked it so much. “When you tickle me, it feels like my whole body turns into jelly from laughing,” is what she said.

The tickle game is something I had begun with her about a month before when babysitting her for her mom on Friday nights. Her mom had a second job that required her to work then, and I was happy to help out and earn some extra money on the side. The fact that this little Lolita was making my own pussy wet with desire didn’t hurt.

At first my biggest fear had to do with whether anyone saw her come in. Then it occurred to me: nobody would think a thing. I am a nineteen-year-old female college student. Michelle is an eleven-year-old girl. Nobody would suspect anything if they did see her. It was just my sense of guilt kicking in, I suspect. It is nothing for her to come to see me since we know each other so well. She is such a sweet little thing, and she has an enormous crush on me. It reminded me so much of my own past.

Anyway, I told her I would have time for some fun if she would help me get dinner started. She did. We talked and I asked her about what boys she liked. “I don’t like any boys,” she answered. Maybe it was me, but her sexual precociousness made me wonder if she knew exactly what she was doing. She had even placed emphasis on the word ‘boys’. Is it possible that, like me, she had already identified herself as preferring girls at such a tender age?

Anyway, we finished getting dinner started and in the oven (meatloaf), and cleaned up. I asked her if she still wanted to play the tickle game.

“That’s why I came over,” she grinned.

I held out my hands in a claw-like fashion. She squealed and ran — straight for the bedroom. We jumped on the bed and she giggled with delight as I began to tickle her. She would tickle me, but of course it was not as effective as far as actually tickling went. At first I kept things ‘clean’, choosing to concentrate on her underarms, feet (she had removed her shoes and socks), and legs. She did the same. Then, just as we had each time before, we stopped for a timeout and lay there panting.

“Can I ask you something?” she said.

“Sure,” I said, wondering what she might want to ask and hoping it would be about a sexual topic. It was.

“Do you ever feel kinda funny in your tummy when we tickle?”

I decided to play dumb. “In my tummy? You mean like I am sick and may throw up?”

She was hesitant. “No, not in that part of your tummy.” She hesitated. “Lower.” Her eyes said everything. She was indeed asking me if I got horny when we played our little tickle game. She was just asking in a way she knew how to ask.

“Oh, there,” I said, feigning sudden understanding. “Do you mean in my vagina area?” She nodded, still unsure if she should be discussing this with me, but determined to press on. I had once told her she could ask me anything, and she was trying out my offer. “Well, yes, I guess I do. Why do you ask?”

“I was just wondering.”

“Do you feel funny in your vagina area right now, hon?”

She looked at a distant spot on the wall with intense seriousness. “Sorta. Yeah.” She looked back at me then away again. “Is that bad? Mom says I shouldn’t touch myself there unless I am washing it. But whenever I wash it or like now when we tickle, it makes me want to . . .” She hesitated again, searching for the word she wanted, but not sure what word was best. “Scratch it.” Again her eyes darted in my direction, quickly, then they zipped back to focus elsewhere, this time on the pattern of my comforter.

I could see she was nervous, embarrassed, a bit frightened, and excited, all at the same time. How well I remembered that stew of emotions. She knew she was on the verge of discovering things about herself, but she just was not sure what those things would be, only that she would be changed forever once they were discovered. I assumed that, at eleven, she had “scratched” herself a number of times, probably without much success, given the amount of guilt her mother attached to this normal behavior of growing up. She needed to have her mind put at ease.

“Well, I don’t think it’s bad, no. Sometimes I sorta scratch mine when it feels like that.” This was getting dangerous. I began to realize that if I was going to put the brakes on this thing, I would need to do it soon. But my mind was exploding with the idea that this tender young girl wanted me to do this. If I had been a man, it would have been different, just as it had been for me. I would never have encouraged a man when I was a young girl. But Michelle was like me. I remembered my own youthful desire. Not really knowing what it was, but plunging ahead to see whatever was happening to its end. I could see this in Michelle. I remember wanting something that I couldn’t identify. Michelle was feeling those same things.

“Let’s tickle some more!” she said, and lunged at me. Her hands sought my ribcage near my breasts. Her hands came in contact with my breasts beneath my bra. She hesitated for a mere fraction of a second, then plunged ahead with her tickling, which was beginning to feel more like caresses.

I began to laugh, as did she. I knew what she wanted me to do was to get more intimate with my tickling. So I did.

I began to tickle higher on her legs, nearer that smooth little pussy. And I also began to very gently pinch her little nipples, which only recently began to get puffy on her chest. I knew they would be sore and I didn’t want to hurt her. She squealed in delight at the sudden contact with her tiny, newly-forming breasts. So of course, she had to attack my own breasts. She pinched my nipples with each hand and suddenly withdrew, only to come back for more when I pinched her little buds again. Then, I began to tickle her legs, high again, near the crotch of her pants. I, on the other hand, had changed into shorts when I got home, so she was able to attack bare leg.

“Well, that isn’t fair!” I laughed. “I’m wearing shorts and you can tickle my legs better than I can tickle yours. You’re wearing pants!”

“So?!”

“Well, you need to take your pants off so I can get to your legs. It’s only fair, you know.”

“But then you’ll be wearing shorts and I’ll be wearing panties. That’s not fair either.”

I pretended to think for a moment. “New rule for ‘The Tickle Game’: Everyone must be dressed in the same amount of clothing.”

“Okay!” she exclaimed, and we hurriedly removed our respective pants. Now we were both in panties and shirts. I, however, had on something she didn’t: a bra. She noticed right away. “You have a bra on and I don’t!”

“You want to borrow one of mine? I don’t think it will fit you!” I teased.

“No. You have to take yours off! It’s the rule!”

“Well, okay.” I could have easily removed the bra with my shirt still on, but what fun would that have been? So I removed my shirt and reached behind me to unhook my bra. I noticed she was watching me intently. She literally gasped when my mounds fell into view. Of course, I didn’t bother to put my shirt back on. Instead I began to tickle her. After only a few seconds, however, she demanded I stop.

“Either you need to put your shirt back on, or I need to take mine off!”

“Well all this tickling makes me too warm.” (Truer words were never spoken.) “So you take yours off.” She quickly, even happily, removed the small garment.

Now we were in nothing but panties. Mine were beginning to get wet from the juices flowing from me. We continued to tickle, with me concentrating on her legs near her beautiful pussy and her tweaking my nipples until they were quite erect.

Finally, we called another timeout. “I need to take off my panties because they are getting stuff on them,” I said, breathing hard from the excitement and exertion of our game. Of course I knew what her response would be, and she did not disappoint me.

“What stuff?” she asked, truly not understanding, but obviously happy with this turn of events. I could see that in her anxious eyes.

“Well, when an older girl gets all tingly in her privates, her vagina sends out this wet stuff for lubrication.”

“Why would it do that?”

“Well, the tingly feeling is called being turned on or horny. It is the way a girl feels when a man is going to put his penis inside her vagina.”

She wrinkled her nose. “You mean to make the babies?”

“Yes, that is one reason a man does that. Another is just because it feels good to both the man and the woman. You know, like when you feel like you want to scratch it.”

Her precious look told me she understood exactly what I was saying about it feeling good.

“So are you turned on right now? Is that why your privates are wet?”

“Well, yes, hon. The tickling does turn me on.”

She looked at me as if she was sharing something wonderful, which of course, she was. She lowered her voice as if someone else might hear her. “It turns me on, too,” she grinned.

“So then, off with the panties,” I said, and pulled mine down and off with a swoosh.

She watched me closely as I did this. Her eyes were staring at my neatly trimmed bush as she absently slipped her own panties off and onto the floor. I figured it was time to put the charade aside.

“Do you know what some people call the vagina area?”

“Of course. Some girls at school call it a pussy and others call it a cunt.”

“Have you ever seen a pussy up close?”

“No.” I think both our mouths were bone-dry.

“Would you like to see mine?” I asked, taking the plunge.

“You wouldn’t mind?” her eyes were wide. I could tell she was thinking how great this idea was.

“Of course not. I wouldn’t ask if I did.”

Tentatively, she got down between my legs and I reached down to part my lips for her inspection. I could see that she was breathing heavily.

“WOW!” was all she could say for a moment. I decided to give her a guided tour.

I pulled my lips farther apart and showed her the entrance to my vagina. She was fascinated. I then showed her my labia, my urethra (my peehole, to her), and finally my clitoris. I explained that this was the place that wanted the most attention when I masturbated. She had heard the word at school and knew what it was, but she was not ready yet to admit she had tried it. I happily demonstrated by dipping my middle finger into my sopping vagina and beginning to rub my demanding clit.

Her eyes were like saucers as I concentrated on her every move. She glanced down at her own bald little pussy. Then, watching me, she reached between her own legs and began to massage her own small clit. “I don’t have as much stuff as you to lubricate me.”

“Well, I have a solution for that, but you will have to trust me that you will like it without asking me what I am going to do before I do it.” Naturally, she agreed. I reluctantly left my achingly hot pussy and told her to lie back.

“Are you going to look at my pussy?”

“I said no questions.”

She was silent. Waiting anxiously, but silent. I had her close her eyes, lie on her back, and spread her legs. I positioned myself in front of her hairless pussy, leaned over, and gave it a long, slow, wet lick.

Her response was immediate. I heard a sharp intake of breath and her eyes flew open. “What did you do?” I was looking at her, my head near her hairless pussy.

“Did you like it?”

“Yes! What was it?”

“I licked your pussy.”

She looked at me in disbelief. “You didn’t!” she gasped, incredulous.

“Yes, I did. Watch.” I leaned forward and clamped my mouth onto her little cunny. It was heavenly. Her taste wasn’t strong at all, and I could taste a hint of pee as well. I felt transported!

I felt her watching me; then she lay back on the bed and simply experienced the sensations that were introducing themselves to her youthful body. I knew I could give her what I assumed would be her first orgasm, but I waited. I needed to make sure she was willing to try to eat me as well.

When she was at the height of her young ecstasy, I pulled back. “What happened? Where’d you go?” She looked at me, blurry-eyed with new lust.

“I want you to try doing that to me.”

I think I could have told her to go crawl in the oven with the meatloaf and she would have done it. In a flash, she was between my legs, peering once again into my pussy. She had only one question. “Does it taste good?”

“You’ll love it,” I assured her, and taking a bit of fresh honey from my steaming gash onto my index finger, I held it up for her to taste. Her tongue snaked out and tentatively licked the moisture that coated my finger.

“It’s kinda salty-tangy,” she said. I told her it tasted better from the source. With that, she dived in, licking me as I instructed her on what to do and where to go. Finally, I could take it no more and had her turn to me in the classic 69 position. My hands played over her little ass as my mouth devoured her succulent pussy. Finally, I told her to carefully put two or three fingers into my vagina and pump them in and out. She quickly obliged and had me literally lifting her off the bed with the pumping of my hips. I came in a torrent of heat, fluids, and spasms. She wanted to know what had just happened to me, but I told her I would show her, and that that would be better than anything I could tell her. I then concentrated on her little clitty. The tiny organ peeked out from the folds of her scrumptious little pussy.

When she said, “Oh, gosh, Cheryl, I think I’m going to pee!” I knew she was about to come. I flicked my tongue across her little clit a few more times and she began to come. It was small by my standards, but it was one powerful orgasm for her.

We lay there afterwards. I asked her if she liked what I did to her and what she did to me. She said yes, of course. I then asked if she came over hoping something like this would happen. All of my guilt would center on her answer.

“Well, I didn’t know what we would do, but I know I did want to do some sex stuff with you. I didn’t know it would happen today, but I have had dreams and stuff and I think of you all the time. I love you, Cheryl.”

My baby. I called her mom to let her know where she was, and Michelle had dinner with me. Her mom didn’t suspect a thing. I made sure she got cleaned up before sending her home. It wouldn’t do to send her home smelling of pussy.

We are planning to have more fun on Friday night. At least this time we won’t have to worry about how much time it would take me to seduce her and if we would have enough time after that. On Friday we are going to have a wonderful time. Simply wonderful.

Continue on to Part Two

By Cheryl Taggert

 
The next Friday, Michelle’s mother Jen did not go to work. She had asked for a Friday night off to spend with her eleven-year-old daughter. Michelle was actually half-disappointed, though she didn’t let her mom know that. She had looked forward to seeing her babysitter, Cheryl. She was hoping they would play the tickle game again. In fact she knew they would have since Cheryl had promised they could play it any time she wanted. And that Friday, Michelle definitely wanted to play it.

She had begun to experiment with touching herself since that Tuesday a few days before, when Cheryl had not only explained what was happening, but had shown her the wonderful feelings that could be experienced if she kept it up long enough. She had achieved an orgasm, but it just wasn’t the same as when Cheryl put her lips on her pussy and licked her on what Cheryl had called her clit. Yes, she was disappointed, but she thought she might be able to visit Cheryl in mid-week again.

Jen had called Cheryl to tell her that Michelle wouldn’t be there tonight. Michelle hoped she had been able to hide her disappointment enough not to make her mother jealous. If Mom found out, both she and Cheryl would be in a lot of trouble.

****

Jen watched her lovely daughter eating her spaghetti as they sat in near silence. Jen was finishing her glass of wine, a delicious Merlot she had discovered when she had gone for a long lunch with her boss Karen. Jen’s thoughts returned to that lunch. She had gone with Karen to Largo’s, an upscale restaurant at the local Hilton. They had finished two bottles of this wonderful elixir before Karen had asked if she wanted to see what it was like to visit a room in the nice hotel.

Oddly, Jen had not really understood what she meant. Visit a room? Could they do that? It wasn’t until Karen had taken out the electronic room key and lifted an eyebrow to make the seduction clear to her that Jen understood where this was heading. She had experimented with girls in high school and college. She had even attended one drunken frat party where she and her roommate ended up being the party’s entertainment. She had lived life to the fullest back then.

She looked at Michelle and sighed inwardly. Back then. She realized that “back then” was not that long ago. She was only 32 now. She had gotten pregnant by a guy her junior year of college, and her parents had stopped paying for her education. “You can get pregnant; you can pay for your college” had been her father’s angry edict. They were Catholics, so an abortion was out of the question. Her parents had wanted her to give the baby up for adoption, but she had refused. The boy had refused to help at all, and rather than force him to pay, she had decided it would be better just to raise her child on her own. She had been delighted that her baby was a girl since she knew next to nothing about boys and felt raising a girl would be easier since she could rely on her own experiences to help with parental decisions.

Again, her thoughts returned to Tuesday afternoon and her tryst with Karen. It had reawakened that part of her. Her love of girl-girl love had been rekindled, and she had thought of all the girls in her office she would love to take to bed. That was where she worked from nine to five each weekday. The Friday night work was as a cocktail waitress at a local strip club. Michelle had no idea that’s what she did. She thought Jen was working a phone solicitor job for some extra money. She wanted to quit the Friday night job, but she needed the extra money it gave her. Soon, though, she would figure a way out of that job.

She finished her wine and poured another glass. She could feel the warmth spread through her body as each sip of wine brought on a fresh glow. She looked again at Michelle. She was turning into such a beauty. Her hips were just beginning to hint that they would be spreading out some soon, giving her a very cute figure, Jen was sure. Her nipples were starting to crown, getting that puffiness that would lead to what Jen hoped was a very attractive pair of breasts that would be the envy of Michelle’s friends. She wished these things for her daughter and suddenly ached to be eleven again to be able to take note of each emotion and each desire.

Eleven. Yes, that was the age when her desires started to stand up and more or less take over her body. It was the year she had discovered masturbation and orgasms. She had noticed good feelings down there of course, but when her best friend, who was a year older, told her about how great things could feel, she had attempted what Lisa had suggested. “Be sure to keep going, even if your hand feels so tired it wants to fall off,” Lisa had said. The joy that hand brought had changed her forever. From age 11 to 15 she had been in love with that hand. She had humped pillows and other things, but her hand had always been her favorite. It was more intimate being skin to skin contact.

She looked again at Michelle. She was eleven. She wondered if she had started experimenting in earnest or if she was still in the “certain touches and pressures feel nice down there” phase.

Jen suddenly realized she was horny. She’d felt the glow earlier, but now she realized she was very wet. Sodden in fact. She could feel the slipperiness in her panties. She looked again at Michelle. The image that presented itself jolted her back to reality. Uh-uh. No way. She simply wouldn’t go there. The image, though, was now permanently imbedded in her memory, like a photograph — images of focused light — imbeds itself on the negative of a film camera. Still she pushed away the image of herself between her daughter’s legs, her mouth glued to the hairless pussy.

But she couldn’t ignore the pang of pleasure it had afforded her.

******

Michelle finished eating her dinner. Spaghetti was one of her favorites, and she knew her mom had made it for that reason. She looked at her mom. She was very pretty. Since her time with Cheryl, she had noticed that more and more. She and her mom thought nothing of being naked in front of each other, but lately the sight of her mom naked had aroused her unexpectedly. She wasn’t seeing her mom as a mom, but as a woman. A very sexy woman. She wondered if her mom had orgasms. She had never been married, but now she realized that really made no difference. She had a sudden image of her mom lying in her bed with her fingers in her pussy. Michelle liked the image. It made her own pussy tingle.

Then Michelle had an idea. An awful, wonderful idea. A naughty idea. A sexy idea.

What if she challenged her mother to a tickle game? It was obvious mom wanted to spend some “quality” time with her. Weekdays were days of homework and the daily household chores. Weekends were times for the bigger chores, like mopping and vacuuming, laundry, and things like that. They were usually too tired to play any games.

She wondered how far she could take it.

*******

“Mom, you wanna play a game tonight?”

“What kind of game? Clue? Life?”

“No, not that kind of game. It’s a special game I made up.”

Jen smiled to herself. Always resourceful, that was her Michelle. “How do you play?”

“Well, it’s called the Tickle Game.”

Jen grinned. The idea was obvious, and it would give them some silly play time together. She thought of deciding on a different game, given her current state of sexual readiness, but then realized that Michelle would be far too old for such games all too soon. Another year, and the idea of a tickling game would sound childish to Michelle.

“Well, how do you play?”

Michelle realized this was the tricky part. She knew they wouldn’t play the game until after she had her bath, so she would be wearing panties and a t-shirt. She had to get her mom to agree to the BIG rule.

“Well, it’s a little different from the usual tickle games because it makes sure both players are on a level playing field.”

Jen thought that was an odd response. Level playing field? “What do you mean?”

“Well, each player can’t be wearing more than the other player. Like if I’m in my panties and t-shirt like I wear after my bath, you have to be in your panties and a t-shirt too.”

“Oh,” Jen said. She realized this could get dangerous. Still, she could see Michelle wanted to play it. Wanted it badly in fact. “Well, okay. You go get your bath and I’ll get in my panties and a t-shirt.”

Michelle giggled. “You’re already wearing panties!”

“Yes, I am,” Jen answered, but she knew she would have to wear different panties for this game. The ones she was wearing were soaked with her juices brought on by her recent reverie.

Michelle got up and rinsed her dishes before putting them in the dishwasher and headed for the bathroom. When she got there, she started making her plans to get her mom naked. The shirt would be easy enough. She could say she was hot (and boy, was she!) and wanted to take off her shirt. The panties would be trickier. Well, maybe she could say she was hot and remove those too. It made sense to her.

Jen finished putting the remaining dishes in the dishwasher and went to her bedroom. She stripped and went to her dresser to get a new pair of panties. The only kind she wore were thongs — she hated panty lines — and she chose a pair. They were white and had a bit of lace in the front. Pulling them on, she realized they might get soaked too. For some reason, the horniness wouldn’t leave her, and that unwanted image of her and Michelle wasn’t helping a bit. She decided to wait to put them on and shrugged into her bathrobe while she waited for Michelle to finish her bath. She would get into her t-shirt and panties when she arrived ready for play.

She looked down at her pussy and wondered if she could get herself off before Michelle got in there. She reached down and began to play with it. Looking at the open door, she realized that wasn’t a good idea so she went over and closed it. Stepping to her bed, she sat down and started in on herself. She wanted to take the edge off. The tub had finished filling some time before, and she kept her ears tuned to the sounds of Michelle as she bathed. She was getting close… so close….

Then the phone rang. Shit! she thought. According to caller ID, it was Karen. She didn’t want to answer but she knew Michelle could hear the phone ringing and would wonder why she didn’t answer it.

“Hello?”

“Jen, hi. I was wondering about something. Would you be able to attend the conference in Las Vegas with me next month from the 20th to the 23rd?”

Jen knew what that meant. A lot of fun and a lot of sex. Karen was a stunning woman. Pretty enough to be a model. The fact she preferred women would have made every man she met shake their heads in disbelief and regret if they knew. She went to her purse and took out her calendar. It would be a Tuesday through Thursday, meaning she could still get her Friday night work in. Perhaps she could get Cheryl to keep Michelle.

“I’ll say yes for right now, but I have to make sure Michelle’s sitter can keep her for a few days. I don’t think it will be a problem.”

“Great. You won’t regret it.” Her voice was so seductive Jen trembled. She looked down at her open robe and saw her pink nipples pucker at the thought. Her pussy, which had been wet, was now threatening to drip down onto the bedspread.

They hung up after discussing a few more things about business and the trip, and Jen strained her ears to hear Michelle in the bathroom. The tub was draining, but there was no other sound.

Suddenly, her bedroom door opened, and Michelle was standing there in her panties and t-shirt, ready for their tickling game, a smile seemingly painted permanently on her beautiful face. Then the smile turned into a wide, open-mouthed grin of surprise.

“Wow! Cool! Sure, we can do it naked!” she said. Michelle was happy her mom had solved the problem of getting naked, but she wondered why she had thought of it.

Jen sat transfixed and unable now to change the situation. Her attempt at masturbation and the phone call had delayed her from getting dressed. And, LORD was she horny! She watched as Michelle nearly tore her clothes off and leapt onto her bed. Jen, still a bit stunned and wondering if she could get through this without coming, sat there in her open robe.

“You gotta take the robe off, Mom. Otherwise, you have an advantage.”

Jen stood on wobbly legs and dropped the robe. It certainly wasn’t the first time her daughter had seen her naked, but it was the first time she’d seen her naked when she was on the verge of a massive orgasm brought on by a sexy phone call from her boss. And that wasn’t all, Jen thought to herself. She was also horny because of this game and the image of herself between her daughter’s spread legs, licking and loving her bare pubes while her daughter lay in an ecstasy that was beyond her eleven years. Jen looked down at the naked girl lying in her bed. Her little nipples were puckered and seeming to scream for attention. It occurred to her that maybe her daughter was mature beyond her years and the ecstasy might not be so far beyond her as she thought.

After all, she was that age the first time, she thought to herself for the second time that night.

She lay beside Michelle and her daughter attacked immediately. She was tickling Jen everywhere she could reach, and she got into the game herself. She wasn’t sure when the tickling had grown bold. Suddenly, she was aware that her daughter’s small hands had taken to pinching her nipples and tweaking her pussy. Michelle would laugh with obvious glee when she managed to touch one of her mother’s intimate areas. Just as suddenly, she was sure this was not the first time Michelle had played this particular brand of the tickling game. She’d done this before, and it had involved intimate touching. She wondered which of her little friends had been her playmate for this.

When Michelle reached down and squeezed her pussy with a panting giggle, Jen put her arms out and held her by the shoulders. Michelle stopped, her breath coming in gasps of excitement. Jen looked Michelle in the eyes. She could see that Michelle was turned on. Very turned on. She noticed the child’s legs were in turmoil, squeezing together at the juncture where pleasure was king. Either she was trying not to pee, or she was masturbating by squeezing her thighs together. The motions seemed involuntary, as if her body had simply taken over her brain and was doing what it needed to do.

Michelle could stand it no more. Her pussy seemed to be on fire. She had managed to touch her mom’s pussy a few times, but her mom wasn’t touching hers. Finally, she grabbed her mom’s pussy and squeezed it gently before releasing it. She had felt the wetness there. Her mom’s pussy was a flood of juices, even wetter than Cheryl’s had been. Then her mom had stopped the game and was looking at her. Her pussy was still on fire, and her legs seemed to have a life of their own. They were squeezing together in such a way that transmitted great pleasure to her own pussy. She was near an orgasm, she knew, and she wanted her mom to touch her there. One touch and she would be there. Just one.

Suddenly, Jen was near the edge of the most powerful orgasm of her life. She could feel it building. The entire evening had been steaming to this one moment, and she realized she was a goner before she moved in and kissed Michelle. It wasn’t a mother’s kiss. It was a lover’s kiss, complete with her tongue finding Michelle’s. She realized that this type of kiss was not unusual to Michelle. She had french kissed before. Once again, she wondered which of her friends had been there before. Which one had touched her angel until she had screamed out an orgasm, or gotten so close Michelle had wondered what was next? As they kissed, she felt Michelle’s hand moving to her mound, and she did the same. Her hand snaked down her tummy to the soft, hairless mound of her daughter. As she put her finger into the slit and separated the folds of delicious skin, she was amazed at the wetness there. Michelle was horny, maybe as horny as she was.

Michelle began to buck against the intruding fingers. Three of her mother’s fingers now lay inside the outer lips of her pussy, pressing against the clit and all the wetness there. The orgasm had built for over an hour, from the time she had first thought of getting her mom to play the tickling game. It washed over the dam that was the mental barrier between feeling wonderful and the orgasm. It flooded her being, sending shock waves out from the center — her little clit — to every cell in her body. She hunched against the hand that had brought her such pleasure in spasms that wracked her tiny body.

At that moment, her mom began to do the same thing against her own hand, which was awash in the flood that had bathed her mother’s pussy. They were both moaning now, welcoming the rapturous waves that broke over them like thunder in a silent cave, taking all their senses to heights never imagined, or at least if imagined, never as good as they thought it could possibly be. Their orgasms had crested and were now moving along like a tide that had come in roaring with power but was now settling into a rhythm of small waves. A trembling that was barely noticed except in the deepest parts of their bodies.

Jen looked at Michelle. This was not her first orgasm. She wanted to know who had taught her these things. She prayed it wasn’t a man.

“Honey,” she asked breathlessly, “who taught you about this?”

“You won’t be mad?”

“No, sweetie. I won’t be mad…” (Unless it was a man, she thought…) “I just want to know.”

“Promise? She said you’d be mad if you knew.”

Jen breathed a sigh of relief. “She.” It was a girl, at least.

“Who, honey? I promise.”

Michelle looked down. “Are you mad at me because I wanted to play this with you? You liked it didn’t you?”

Jen knew she was avoiding the question, but answered her anyway because she needed her to know. “No, honey, I’m not mad at you, not at all. And yes, I did like it.” Stating it made it more real somehow. She had liked it. And in her heart she knew she didn’t want this to be the last time they played like this. The image of herself between Michelle’s legs and licking her was not so repulsive now. In fact it was beautiful. “I loved it, in fact. I loved it very much and I’m happy you got me to play. Next time it will be even better. I promise. It will be better because I will want to from the start and not hesitate. I can…do things I want to do without worrying that you don’t want me to do them.”

Michelle smiled. “Good. Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“Not until you answer my question.”

Michelle looked down at her mother’s breasts, her mouth a firm line. She had hoped her mom would forget that question, but she could see now it wouldn’t go away.

“So you promise you won’t be mad…”

“I promise. I just need to know.”

Michelle heaved a deep sigh of defeat. “Cheryl.”

Cheryl? Her babysitter? Cheryl had touched her daughter there? Had taught her these things? Had brought her to orgasm? Cheryl, who was about the sexiest nineteen-year-old in town? She had finally admitted it to herself. She had been hot for Cheryl since they’d first met at the apartment’s pool.

“Cheryl?” she asked in disbelief. Michelle nodded.

“Please don’t fire her, Mommy! Please!” Michelle begged. “She’s really nice to me! We love each other!”

“I won’t fire her, baby. But she and I have to have a talk.”

“So, can I sleep with you tonight?”

“Yes.”

They cuddled together and sometime in the night, Jen awoke to the feeling of someone between her legs. Michelle had awakened and was now between her legs. She was licking her clit, and her body was already responding with a flow of juices to lubricate her for more sex. They hadn’t really had much sex, actually, since they had both cum so quickly.

“Spin around, sweetie, and let me get at your pussy too.”

Michelle complied without a word. The clock said 5:00 AM. She had an hour before she had to get up. Yes, that should be enough time.