Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JetBoy

I bent to whisper in Beth’s ear. “Shall we go play with your sister and Gran?”

She twisted her head to beam at me. “Yes, Mama!” she lisped.

Taking my baby girl’s hand, I got up, went over to the sofa and sat down next to Mom. She turned to me, placed a hand behind my head and pulled me to her, crushing her mouth to mine in a hard kiss. That surprised me, I had to admit, but I quickly responded, my tongue meeting and engaging hers. Meanwhile, Beth climbed onto the sofa to seat herself on my thigh, burying her face in my breasts.

Chelsea was now standing on the other side of my mother, and when Mom and I finally parted, she shyly asked, “Can I have a kiss too, Grandma?”

Without hesitation Mom took my adolescent girl’s hand and drew her close, and their mouths met in a kiss that quickly grew hot and heavy. Chelsea had an incredibly sexy little mouth, and she knew how to use it. My mother moaned in astonishment as this naked young girl — her own grandchild — kissed her like a lover.

Beth tugged at Chelsea’s hand while her big sister was tongue-fucking Grandma. When the older girl turned to her, Beth piped, “Play with me now, Chelly.”

Chelsea knelt before her nude baby sibling, wrapping both arms around her. They hugged tightly, their bare, girlish bodies pressing together, then Chelsea bent to press her mouth into the hollow of Beth’s throat, making my baby girl coo in delight. My mother and I held one another, watching as my preteen’s tongue emerged, licking a path down to Beth’s flat chest. flicking at the rosy tip of her baby sister’s nipple a few times before taking it between her lips.

The sight inflamed me, as it always did when I watched my girls make love, and my mother’s body felt delicious against mine. So I turned back to Mom, kissing the woman who had given birth to me with a hunger I’d never imagined myself possessing for her. She returned my passion measure for measure, her tongue boldly probing my mouth. For the first time, I wondered if an appetite for lesbian incest ran in our family.

Finally breaking our kiss, Mom grasped my shoulder so tightly it hurt. “I’ve had fantasies about you and me, Mary… ever since you became a teenager. Maybe even before then.” Her fingers stroked my cheek. “I thought for sure that you were completely straight, though.” She slowly licked her lips, transfixing me with predatory eyes. “How about it, baby doll? Want Mommy to fuck you?”

She hadn’t called me that since I was a child. This was an aggressive side of my mother that I’d never seen before, and I had to admit that it really turned me on.

“Yes, Mommy,” I replied in my best little-girl voice, “I wanna be fucked.”

My daughters paused in their loving to gape at me as I pretended to be a pubescent girl for Mom’s pleasure. Then they turned back to one another, joining in another hungry kiss. As for my mother… well, she responded with a wicked grin. “Good girl,” she crooned. Reaching down for her dress, she spread it out on the carpet, then parked herself where it lay. “C’mere, sweetie. You’re growing up, ready to learn new things… so I’m going to teach you Mommy’s favorite way to make love.”

Wondering what Mom had in mind, I slid off the couch to the floor. My mother engaged me in a brief but extremely heated tongue kiss, then said, “Okay… sit back so that you’re leaning on your hands, with one knee up.”

I quickly obeyed, and Mom scooted beneath my raised leg, moving toward me until her pelvis was nestled between my thighs. She positioned herself so that we were facing each other, our vulvas about three inches apart. “There,” she murmured. “Now, baby doll… this is how it’s done.”

I opened my mouth to reply but the words died on my lips, a long moan emerging instead as Mom moved into me, pressing her warm, wet sex into mine. Jesus, it felt good. Our womanly heat met and mingled, and my moan was choked into a squeal when my mother began to roll her hips, rubbing our cunts together.

“Fuck me back, honeybunch,” Mom panted.

Grabbing my mother’s leg to brace myself, I began to thrust against her. It was awkward for a moment, then we fell into a mutual rhythm, our bodies rocking in time.

The feeling of Mom’s heated flesh swabbing against mine was exquisite, sending glittering sparks of pleasure cascading behind my eyes each time her sex brushed my clitoris. She was dripping wet, as was I; and our combined fluids flowed freely. This overflow from our crazed cunt-fuck would probably seep through Mom’s dress to stain the carpet, I knew — but right then, neither of us cared.

I glanced up in mid-thrust to see Chelsea and Beth seated together on the couch above Mom and I, both drinking in the sight of our heated coupling. Beth was nestled in big sister’s arms, eyes dreamy with pleasure as Chelsea lightly fingered her babyish slit. Beth turned her head to smile at her older sibling, and their mouths met in a brief but intensely loving kiss. Then they broke apart, turning back to watch me and their grandmother, clearly enjoying the show we were putting on.

My gaze shifted back to Mom. I couldn’t kiss her right then, much as I wanted to, so I pressed my lips to her knee, still hugging her leg to my breasts while our bodies moved together in a lewd dance of forbidden desire. I stared deep into the eyes of this incredible woman who had given me life — and was now offering me herself as a lover — telling her without words how much I wanted this. God, this felt so natural, so inevitable — like destiny. Why had it taken so many years for us to unearth this hidden passion? I spread my thighs further apart, opening my cunt even wider for Mom.

I saw Chelsea nuzzle Beth’s ear, then whisper something to her, and my four-year-old nodded eagerly. Beth got on her hands and knees, facing away from Chelsea on the sofa. Bending down, she presented her bottom to big sister, who was now kneeling closely behind her.

I felt a surge of excitement, knowing what was about to happen. “Look, Mom,” I panted, tilting my head toward the girls.

My mother turned her head just in time to see Chelsea place a tender kiss upon Beth’s left buttock, then the right. Moistening her lips, she then gently parted her baby sister’s cheeks and dipped down to trail her tongue through Beth’s asshole. A happy sigh escaped my youngest girl’s lips, her head resting on the edge of the couch as she watched me and Mom through pleasure-glazed eyes.

Chelsea licked at her sibling’s anus with long slippery strokes, then kissed her there, pressing her mouth into the narrow cleft of Beth’s bottom.

“My God — th-that’s incredible,” my mother gasped, the motion of her hips slowing as she watched Chelsea rim her sister. I knew how she felt. My daughters adored one another so intensely that watching them make love was always a breathtaking experience.

It got to Mom, that was for certain. Because seconds later, she was fucking me even harder, her cunt grinding into mine in a lustful frenzy. I gave as good as I got, my pelvis churning wildly, our pussies making squishing sounds as we forced them together.

“Do you like this, sweetie?” Mom hissed, those big breasts bobbing with each lunge of her lower half. “Does m-my little girl enjoy it when Mommy fucks her this way?”

Damn, I had no idea my mother was this perverted, but I’d take this madness as far as she wanted it to go.

“Yes, Mommy,” I moaned, still pretending to be an adolescent. “It’s s-so nice… I don’t wanna d-do this stuff with stupid boys — only you.” Just then, some part of Mom’s vulva pressed hard against my clitoris — and I gasped, seeing stars. “Oh! Oh GOD, Mommy yes — fuck me, please. Fuck me!” And she did.

As Mom and I pumped against one another, creating this sweet, sticky and utterly delicious friction that felt like no sex I’d ever had before, I glanced up at the couch to see what my girls were doing. A ripple of excitement flowed through me as I saw Chelsea and Beth arranging themselves in a 69 position.

Because of the difference in their heights, my daughters had to lie on their sides in order to lick each other at the same time, so my mother and I were confronted with a gorgeous sight: the pink peach of Beth’s bottom, her little legs spread apart with Chelsea’s face nestling between them, mouth fastened to baby sister’s slit. We could only see the back of Beth’s head framed by Chelsea’s thighs, but from the little sounds of pleasure that my oldest daughter made, we knew that my youngest was giving just as well as she was getting.

Me and Mom continued to fuck while we watched the girls make love. I was bathed in sweat, getting a little winded from this intense workout. The fire that raged in my cunt wouldn’t let me stop, though, or even slow down.

And suddenly I was coming hard, the walls, ceiling and sky crashing down about me as my body screamed in pure ecstasy. Or was I actually screaming myself? Right then, I had no idea. All I could do was buck my hips furiously, grinding my throbbing vulva against Mom’s.

Somewhere in the blinding red haze of pleasure I heard a strangled cry, felt my mother’s body jerk — and then I knew that she was climaxing, too. Her fingernails bit into my thigh as she clutched it, and that drove my orgasm to its final peak. I stiffened, every inch of me gone rigid for an unimaginable few seconds. Then the instant passed, and I went limp, utterly spent.

I fell back, my head hitting the carpeted floor with a dull thump. Somehow I managed to roll to one side, disentangling my legs from Mom’s before letting myself relax. I was damp all over, and could feel the thick shag carpet plastered to my back.

“Wow,” I heard Chelsea say, her voice filled with quiet awe. Turning my head toward her, I allowed my eyes to drift open. She and Beth had broken their lover’s clinch to watch us come. “That was so cool, Mom… will you do that with me?”

“An’ me!” squeaked Beth, giggling with delight.

I roll my eyes. Kids. Where in God’s name do they get the stamina? “Let Mama catch her breath, girls,” I mumbled, “then we’ll play s’more…”

My eyes slowly closed, returning me to that friendly darkness. Then they fluttered open again when Mom climbed on top of me, her body damp and amazingly warm.

“I love you, baby,” she whispered, then kissed me hungrily, exploring my mouth with her tongue. I submitted to her passion, parting my thighs to feel her thick, matted bush pressing into my sticky cunt. Then she broke away, raising herself into a seated position. “Let’s all move into the bedroom, girls,” she cooed, “this floor’s too hard for an old broad like me.”

Somehow Mom and I made it to our feet. Taking the hands of the girls, we padded naked through the house, down the hallway to the master bedroom. Ever since I was a kid, Mom and Dad had shared this enormous bed, the widest I’d ever seen at that age, and it had room for all of us to stretch out comfortably.

Beth was first, toddling over to the bed and quickly clambering onto its springy surface, bouncing gleefully. Chelsea followed, grabbing her baby sister around the waist and flopping onto her back with a giddy little girl in her arms. Mom and I brought up the rear, lying down on either side of the youngsters.

The girls hadn’t come yet, so my mother and I centered our attention on them. Mom was caressing Chelsea, her hands gliding over my ten-year-old’s slender body, teasing her nipples to stiffness. As for me, I began to love little Beth with my mouth; starting with her lips and moving down.

Before long Mom and I were side by side, each with a pretty little girl straddling our faces. And as I licked lovingly at Beth’s silky-smooth slit, I could see Chelsea leaning over from her perch atop Mom’s mouth to kiss her baby sister. I felt Beth hum contentedly, her head tilted back to accept her older sibling’s offering of love.

Soon my mother and I had them both coming, my sweet daughters clutching at one another in the midst of their mutual rapture.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a glorious feast of sex, three generations of women coming together as lovers. No pleasure was forbidden, no part of our bodies unexplored. The wildest bit was when Mom took out this beautiful fake cock from a box in her closet, fastened it about her waist, then gave the girls a demonstration of how it worked, using yours truly as a very willing model. My cunt was still tender, so I had her give me anal instead, first getting Chelsea to moisten my crack with her tongue.

At first my daughters eagerly watched as Mom plowed my butthole, but they got so excited that they simply had to participate. My mother took over as master of ceremonies; first instructing Beth to crawl beneath me and kiss my pussy, then ordering Chelsea to kneel behind her while she fucked me and push one, two, then three fingers into her ample ass, working them in and out until Mom got sandbagged by her third orgasm of the day.

Eventually, we were all worn out and very, very satisfied. So we lay down together to rest, each of us finally drifting off to sleep. There was no real need to discuss what had happened. It seemed to go without saying that Mom was now a part of this; our trio expanded into a foursome.

*****

Three years down the line, our little incest quartet is still active. Dan, sweet lug that he is, hasn’t tumbled to the fact that all the women in his family are sexually intimate. He accepts it as a routine thing for me to take the girls to visit Grandmother every week or so for what we call “Ladies Night” while he’s at home. God, if he only knew what we get up to in Mom’s bed.

Hot and intimate as things are with my daughters, I don’t think of what I have with them as a real romance. Oh, I adore the girls, and the sex we share, but don’t see myself as being in love with them. Chelsea and Beth, though, are lovers in just about every sense of the word. Dan is bemused by the fact that they never seem to squabble, and insist upon sharing a bed every night; and you’ll always find Beth nestled in her big sister’s arms when the whole family is watching TV.

And when my man is away at the oil rig, the girls still cuddle together before the television set. Only then they are naked, touching one another as they kiss again and again. Let me tell you, it’s nearly impossible to stay focused on the program you’re watching when you have two nude little girls making love a couple of feet away. Often as not, I shed my clothes and join them.

I don’t know for certain how long I will continue to be sexually intimate with my children, but Beth and Chelsea have already made it clear to me that they plan to stay together for the rest of their lives. At seven and thirteen years of age, they have decided that they want to marry one day. I’m still thinking about what I can do to help my daughters realize their dream.

So my relationship with the girls is still mainly that of a mother, though one who has sex with her kids as a special treat. What I have with Mom, however, is more complicated. We really do think of ourselves as women in love. In fact, she is as much a wife to me as a parent. As much as I enjoy our orgies with the girls and the hot, hard fucking I get from Dan, the passion I share with my mother leaves me breathless and trembling like a smitten schoolgirl.

It’s a funny old life, but I feel like the luckiest woman in the world. One thing’s for sure — if love equaled wealth, I’d be a millionaire.

*****

This story is a reworking of “Sibling Envy,” written by Joaane, one of my very favorite Leslita authors. I’ve done adaptations of her work more than once, for my personal pleasure… much like an acoustic guitar player might work up a version of a John Coltrane melody to pass the time. In the case of this one, though, I wanted to make it public; and Joaane graciously granted permission for me to do so. Any flaws you unearth here are my responsibility, not hers.

By JetBoy

My husband Dan’s time off was over, and the day had arrived for him to take the chopper back to his job at the oil rig. Chelsea and I accompanied him to the heliport to say goodbye. I’d left Beth at my mother’s place that morning — she would have been too much of a handful.

We joined a group of women who were there for the same reason — to say goodbye to their men. It was easy to recognize the wives and girlfriends that were going to miss their partners the most. They hung onto them longer, unable to tear themselves away.

I hugged my Dan tightly, shared one last deep kiss, then waved as he boarded the chopper. Like always, I was saddened to see him go, but the knowledge that I was once more free to openly love my daughters made my husband’s absence less painful than it might have been. I still adored my man, but the sex I shared with Chelsea and Beth had become like a drug to me.

Even before the helicopter was over the horizon, Chelsea gave me that significant little smile and whispered, “Mama…”

We left the other families waving at men that could no longer see them and found our way back to the heliport building, where we soon located the ladies toilet. It was a simple facility; just two stalls, two sinks, a mirror. No one else was there, so my daughter and I quickly entered the corner stall, locking the door behind us.

I sat down on the toilet, and Chelsea unbuttoned my top, baring my breasts. Then she climbed onto my lap, straddling me. This left her legs spread wide apart as she bent to take my nipple into her mouth. I slipped a hand under my daughter’s skirt and between her thighs, thrilled but hardly surprised to discover that Chelsea had gone without panties that day.

My fingers strayed over my ten-year-old’s vulva, seeking her clit. She whimpered as I lightly stroked the tiny nub, her mouth sucking harder on my nipple. Oh, God, my body was screaming with the need for release. I thrust my free hand between us and began to violently grope at my mound, right through the front of the lace panties I wore.

It all came together soon enough. The pressure against my clitoris, the exquisite pain of having my nipple sucked as hard as this, a handful of my little girl’s sticky sex. My thighs quivered as if I were freezing, and my entire body went into spasm. I had to bite my lower lip to keep myself from screaming as I came.

I was just catching my breath when I heard the lavatory door swing open and two chatting women enter. Chelsea and I froze, then swiftly and silently began to rearrange ourselves. When she and I exited the stall, the two women saw nothing more than a mother and her little girl. We both paused long enough to wash our hands, then left.

We strode across the parking lot, me still a bit unsteady on my feet. As we approached our SUV, Chelsea ran ahead the last few yards and opened the rear door. She fell back onto the seat, then gave me a coquettish look. “Mama…” she purred.

This was a car park, a public car park. Most of the other vehicles had departed while we were in the toilet, but there were still a few scattered about. I glanced around nervously, then looked back at Chelsea. She had raised the denim skirt she wore to expose her bare pussy, legs spread far apart. The sight of that lightly downed slit had my head spinning as I climbed into the back seat to kneel above my daughter, awkwardly reaching behind me to tug the car door shut.

There was a risk of being caught, I suppose, but that only added to the excitement I felt as I dipped my face between Chelsea’s soft thighs and began to love her with my mouth. I licked, kissed and nibbled at my child’s dewy cunt, finally sucking at her clitoris until she was gasping her way through a shuddering orgasm.

When I finally looked up from my work, face shiny wet with my daughter’s juices, I saw through the windows that the car park was now empty. Licking my lips, I wondered if anyone had seen me go down on my ten-year-old.

Chelsea always took her pleasure in stride. Pausing to give me a messy tongue kiss, she clambered up front into the passenger seat, settling in before buckling her seatbelt. Opening the back door, I climbed out and took my place behind the wheel. She gave me a beautiful smile and said, “I love you, Mom.”

I smiled back. “Love you too, honey.” Patting my daughter’s knee, I started the car, put it in gear and set off to my mother’s house, where little Beth was waiting for us.

As we turned into the drive I spied Beth, seated on the front porch swing and holding the hand of my mother Anna.

As we came to a standstill, Beth came running up to me. I lifted her up and hugged her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and rained kisses on me. Chelsea went to hug her Gran. My mom is forty-eight and very fit, with generous breasts and an ass that was still amazingly firm.

Beth was calling “Mama,” even before we got through the door. My mother was the only one besides me and the girls who knew that I still nursed Beth at four, so I had no problem with doing it when she was around.

When we got inside, I sat down in a comfortable armchair, Beth perched in my lap. Unfastening my top and my bra, I cradled my baby girl’s face to my breast. Beth took a nipple into her tiny mouth and began to suckle. God, it felt so good.

“That’s lovely,” Mom said, “I think it’s wonderful that you still allow Beth to nurse.” She paused, smiling thoughtfully. “Perhaps I should have let you keep doing it.”

I felt myself blush slightly. “Maybe you should have. Sometimes… I don’t know, I find myself wishing that I could remember what it was like to be nursed.”

She smiled. “Well, you certainly enjoyed it. For me, it was an amazing experience… very sensuous.”

The warmth I felt seemed to be flowing down to my pussy. “Yeah… I feel the same way.” God, I was on fire. If Mom hadn’t been there, I would have been masturbating. Actually, I would have been making love to my precious girls. Chelsea was staring at me while I fed her baby sister, a certain gleam in her eyes. She knew how aroused I was.

Mom shook her head. “It’s a shame that you didn’t breastfeed Chelsea.”

She knew very well why I had opted for the bottle in Chelsea’s case — because my doctor had recommended formula and I’d foolishly listened to him. It was one of those digs that Mom never tired of aiming at me, though.

Feeling mischievous, I decided to shock her. “Oh, these days, she and I are making up for lost time,” I said, almost casually.

Her eyes widened. “You mean… you nurse Chelsea now?”

I nodded very slowly, enjoying the effect on her. Mom looked at Chelsea with her mouth slightly open. Chelsea sat on the edge of the other armchair, her knees pressed together.

“Is it nice?” Mom asked her. “Do you like to nurse from Mama?”

Chelsea blushed and nodded.

“It’s a beautiful thing,” I added, “and the nicest bonding experience you could imagine.”

Mom studied Beth, her hungry mouth at my nipple; then raised her eyes to meet mine. “You know… I used to get very aroused while I suckled you. Do you ever feel that way?”

How do you respond when your mother says something like that? In fact, I said nothing, but my eyes told the truth of it.

“How does it feel when you and Chelsea… bond?” Mom softly asked. “Does it excite you?”

I gazed deep into Mom’s eyes, feeling a crazy urge to tell her everything. I knew that she’d had women lovers since she and Dad divorced. In fact, her bisexuality was one of the bones of contention that finally drove them apart. As far as she knew, though, I was completely straight. Would my mother be repulsed by the things I do with my girls?

There was a growing heat between my thighs as Beth got into her stride, but then she drew away. “Done, Mama,” she cooed.

I sat her down beside me, then glanced up at Chelsea, who stared at me pleadingly.

I couldn’t resist. Something inside made me want my mother to see this for herself.

I smiled at Chelsea, cupping a breast. “Do you want a turn, honey?”

“Yes!” squeaked my delighted ten-year-old.

I thought she would simply come over, clamber into my lap and fasten her mouth to a nipple. Instead, Chelsea started taking her clothes off!

Mom’s mouth was hanging open as my daughter shrugged out of her blouse and skirt, then slipped off her little pink panties. She stood naked before us for a moment before padding over to me.

“You too, Mama,” she insisted, tugging gently at my skirt.

I guess I should have expected that. After all, every time I suckle Chelsea, we are both nude. It’s what she’s used to. But did I have the nerve to do this in front of my mother?

I stole a glance at Mom. She was still shocked, but I caught a glimpse of something in her eyes; something that looked a hell of a lot like… excitement.

I slowly stood, slipped out of my already open blouse and bra, then stepped out of my shoes before unfastening my skirt, letting it drop.

That left my panties. I’d barely grasped the waistband when Chelsea said, “Let me, Mama.” And she knelt before me, tugging my sodden knickers down to my ankles, then slipping them from my feet and placing them on top of her own clothes.

I sat back in the armchair, and Chelsea crawled into my lap. She took my right nipple between her lips and commenced to suckle. I couldn’t help but moan, a shiver of delight surging through me at the touch of my child’s sweet mouth. Her hand was on my other breast, fondling it.

Perhaps without even knowing, Mom was cupping her own breast, lost in awe at the sight of Chelsea and I, entwined in a heated embrace and completely naked. Could she tell that we were making love? If so, she didn’t seem upset about it.

Then when my ten-year-old raised her face from my breast, her lips seeking mine in a passionate kiss… well, any idiot could see what the nature of my relationship with Chelsea really was. Throwing caution to the winds, I returned her kiss, fucking her mouth with my tongue while allowing a hand to drift down to caress her bottom.

Mom stared at us, enthralled. She moistened her lips, then parted them to speak — but nothing came out. She was breathing heavily, nearly trembling with excitement.

Finally she managed to murmur, “I c-can’t believe this is happening… but it’s such a lovely sight. You two have s-something really special.” She sighed. “So beautiful… I admit it, I’m — I’m envious.”

That’s when I got a really wild idea — and it thrilled me so intensely that I knew I had to try to make it happen.

Gently breaking my kiss with Chelsea, I smiled at my little girl. “Honey,” I cooed, “would you like for your grandmother to nurse you for awhile?”

“Uh-huh!” Chelsea replied, nodding vigorously as Mom gasped in surprise.

I knew my daughter would like the idea. Only the week before, after Mom had dropped by, she’d turned to me and said, “Grandma’s titties look so soft and big… I wish I could see them.”

“Only see?” I had teased her.

Chelsea blushed furiously, but shyly confessed, “Um, and other stuff, too.”

Now we were both watching Mom, waiting for her response. Her eyes met mine. “Should I?” she asked, almost timidly.

“If you want to, why not?” I said. “Chelsea likes the idea.”

Mom smiled bashfully at her granddaughter. “Do you really want to do this, baby?”

Chelsea smiled broadly. “Yes, Grandma!” she cried.

Slipping out of her shoes, Mom rose to her feet, unzipped her blue dress and let it fall, then stepped free of the garment. She stood before us in an elegant black bra and matching panties.

“Love the underwear, Mom,” I purred. “Very sexy.”

My mother gave me a warm look that I felt right down to my toes. “I do like feeling sexy,” she murmured. Sitting down on the sofa, Mom undid the bra, baring her still beautiful breasts, then glanced at us. “I’m ready.”

Sliding off my lap, Chelsea padded over to her grandmother and clambered onto the sofa, kneeling beside her. She took hold of Mom’s creamy breast and locked onto the large, erect nipple.

“Oh, honey… that feels lovely,” Mom moaned, sinking into the sofa as she cradled my ten-year-old’s head to her breasts.

Chelsea suckled happily at Anna’s nipple as she straddled her, rubbing the cleft of her sex against Mom’s thigh. I watched in awe as my daughter placed her hand on her grandmother’s free breast to fondle it, brushing the nipple to tautness. Then that hand began inching downward, sliding over Mom’s belly. I gaped. Was Chelsea really going to…?

She was. Mom gave out a deep, impassioned moan and spread her legs wide, just in time for Chelsea’s hand to cup the front of her black panties, pressing her fingers into Grandma’s sheathed cunt.

My baby rubbed at her grandmother’s pussy for a little while, her mouth still fastened to the engorged nipple; then suddenly she jumped from Mom’s lap and knelt before her. Grasping the waistband of those black panties, Chelsea slipped them down and off, my dazed mother lifting her ass to assist.

Mom’s minge was a mass of unkempt hair, curly and dense. Chelsea gazed hungrily at the thick pubes, then buried her face in them, seeking out her cunt with a hungry mouth. I smiled, knowing that my mother was in for a treat.

“My God… my God… my God…” my mother panted, opening her thighs even wider for her ten-year-old granddaughter. Chelsea was well versed in the art of going down on a woman by then, and Mom was getting a full demonstration of her oral skills. Chelsea began to suck at my mother’s rather large clit, then positioned her fingers at the entrance to Anna’s fleshy vagina before sliding them in with a smooth stroke.

Beth was hugging me now, enthralled by the incestuous lesbian scene unfolding before her. I reached down to clutch the hem of her yellow frock and tugged it over her head, then pulled her underpants off. Now, except for Beth’s tiny socks, we were all naked.

I lifted Beth up and placed her on my lap, then began to fondle my child, running both hands all over her soft, sweet body. She tilted her face up to mine, and we kissed hungrily.

“Oh, my g-goodness,” Mom gasped. “B-Beth, too?”

My baby daughter and I broke apart, and we both smiled at my mother. “That’s right… we’re all lovers now,” I purred, gazing deep into her disbelieving eyes.

Chelsea had worked her remaining fingers into Mom’s pussy and was eagerly fisting her, plunging in and out of my mother’s gaping hole. Hugging Beth with one arm, I was fingering myself urgently with my left hand and stroking my little girl’s soft petals with the right while I watched my mother being fucked, all the while wondering if this was a dream that I’d be waking from any minute now.

Chelsea raised herself to take Mom’s nipple into her mouth again, her lips and chin glistening with pussy juices. She continued to move her hand in and out of her grandmother’s cunt, and Anna thrust her hips frantically, riding Chelsea’s fist.

She repeated the same word over and over again, ”Fuck, fuck, fuck… fuck!” as her pleasure grew and grew, up to and through her wrenching climax. A scream broke from my mother’s throat as she shook in orgasm, her thighs and belly quivering with each jolt of ecstasy.

As I fondled Beth, my fingers fiddling between her thighs, she eagerly watched Mom and Chelsea, studying their lovemaking with wide eyes. They were getting so wild together that my baby girl surely would have been terrified, if she wasn’t already familiar with the sight of a woman in the throes of sexual rapture.

Finally Mom slumped back into the soft embrace of the couch, eyes glazed, her face and body flushed a lovely pink. Nibbling her lower lip in concentration, Chelsea carefully extracted her hand from her grandmother’s vagina with a slurping sound, then began to lick at her sticky knuckles.

By JetBoy

Scooping Beth into my arms, I carried her into my room, gently depositing her on the bed. She hugged herself with delight, gazing up at me as I knelt before her, intoxicated by the bare beauty of my little girl. So precious and virginal; yet at the age of four she was already the sexual partner of her big sister, and had been innocently pleasured by Mama.

Now I was going to lie between Beth’s legs and lick her bare slit, the way I had done many times before. But this time, I would not stop until she came.

“C’n we play kissy-lick, Mama?” Beth burbled, propped up on her elbows and smiling at me.

“Kissy-lick? Do you play that with Chelsea?”

“Mmm-hmm!” she affirmed, nodding vigorously.

I tilted my head, giving my baby a thoughtful look. “Maybe we can, honey — but you have to tell Mama how to play.”

Beth giggled, “It’s easy! Chelly kissy-licks my bunny… an’ I kissy-lick her bunny!”

“Ah, I see,” I nod. “That sounds like a lovely game, Bethy. I’ll play with you.”

“Yayyyyy!” she cheered, bouncing excitedly, clapping with delight.

“May I kissy-lick you first?” I entreat her, pressing clasped hands to my heart.

“Okay.” And with that she lay back, opening her legs to receive me, unashamedly exposing the pink crease of her sex. I licked my lips, feeling the storm beginning to mass inside.

“Let’s raise your knees, baby,” I whispered as I positioned my little girl the way I wanted her, slowly moving Beth’s thighs wider apart to reveal her slightly darker anal cleft. Has Chelsea rimmed her baby sister yet? I wondered, selfishly hoping that my tongue would be the first to explore that sweet rosebud.

Lowering myself to the bed, I inhaled deeply, breathing in the heady perfume of Beth’s vagina. I moistened my lips, then placed a feather-light kiss upon the delicate flower.

Beth gave a contented sigh. Growing bolder, I extended my tongue to take a long, slow lick, bathing my daughter’s vulva from the bottom to the top. A shiver of pleasure rippled through Beth’s babyish body, and I pressed further between her legs, hungry for more, savoring the child’s rich scent as I went down on her.

My tongue trailed lower to probe at her anus, gliding over the tiny opening as Beth squealed in delighted surprise. Parting her cheeks, I pressed deeper to adorn her hole with open-mouthed French kisses, smitten by the unimaginable softness of Beth’s bottom.

Then I was lying before her, gently opening the vaginal slit with both thumbs to reveal moist, pink flesh inside. Tilting my head slightly, I kissed her cunt as if it was a tiny mouth, allowing the tip of the tongue to enter my little girl’s body and sliding it in and out, gently fucking her. She was making wordless happy sounds, parting her legs even further for me.

Time seemed to cease as I lost myself in pleasuring Beth, greedily exploring every inch of her sex. Her honey flowed for me, rich and delicious, though less than her big sister could produce. I eagerly drank it down, mouth fastened to the baby-soft vagina of my beautiful little girl. This was clearly the most reckless, dangerous thing I’d ever done in my life, and it left me glowing like the sun, overwhelmed with the kind of joy that only an adoring mother can know.

Finally I sought out her barely-there clitoris, covered it with my lips and began to suckle. It occurred to me that our roles were momentarily reversed; that I was now nursing from my baby, that she was providing her Mama with nourishment. I smiled at that thought — or would have, except that my mouth was otherwise occupied. Beth was mewling with delight, her little hands tangling in my hair.

Then she was wriggling frantically beneath me, emitting a soft cry that quickly rose to a tiny squeak.

The next thing I knew, Beth was squeezing her thighs together, pushing clumsily at my head. “Tickles, Mama!” she gasped.

Well. It hadn’t been a world-beater of an orgasm, but I’d made my daughter come.

I laid down next to Beth, enfolding her in my arms. “I love you, baby,” I whispered, our noses lightly touching.

“Love you, Mama,” she sighed, an expression of perfect bliss on that angelic face as her eyes drifted shut. For a moment it seemed as if she was dozing off, but suddenly Beth sat up, newly animated. “Now me!” she squealed. Getting on all fours, she crawled to the foot of the bed, then sat down, gazing at me expectantly as she softly chanted, “Kissy-lick, kissy-lick…”

I’ve had my share of seductions, but this was easily the most charming one. I rolled onto my back, parting my thighs, heart racing as I prepared to let my four-year-old moppet bring me off with her mouth.

Tilting her head slightly, Beth stared at my sex. “Pretty bunny,” she whispered, reaching out to touch me. I bit my lip, choking back an overwhelming urge to cry out loud as her curious fingertips traced the sticky opening.

With a giggle, my child lay down on her tummy, her face a couple of inches or so from my vulva. Every inch of my body throbbed with anticipation as I remained motionless, waiting for my deepest, most forbidden fantasy to come true.

She moved closer… and I whimpered as Beth’s lips pressed deep into the warm, moist flesh of Mama’s cunt in a tender kiss. Then she kissed me again. Again.

“Oh, sweetie,” I gasped, “that feels so good.”

I felt her tongue emerge to lick, gliding over my vaginal opening. A wave of pure joy suffused me from head to toe, almost as if I were receiving a blessing from God. A strange thought to have while committing an act that most would call an unforgivable sin. But I felt nothing like a sinner at that instant. Instead, I was bathed in love, swimming in it.

Beth was licking me with steady strokes, like our cat when she washed herself. There was nothing tentative in her movements; my daughter was very much into what she was doing. Chelsea had not only shown her baby sister how to eat pussy, she’d taught her to love it.

As if she could read my thoughts, Beth chose that moment to lift her face from the juncture of my thighs to smile at me, licking her lips and burbling, “Yummy yum!” Then, with a giggle, she buried her nose in my pubes once more.

By this time the beating of my heart seemed to echo through me like cannon fire, and I burned for the oblivion of orgasm. Beth’s tongue felt wonderful, but I was so worked up that I had to come, was desperate for her to finish me off.

“B-Bethy,” I stammered, placing a finger just above my clitoris, “Mama needs you to l-l-lick her right here–“

She seemed to already sense what I needed. Before I could even finish getting the words out, my daughter had trailed her tongue up through my opening one last time, then sucked the inflamed tip of my clit between her lips.

The last thought I had before the world came crashing down was: Holy mother of God… I guess Chelsea really did teach Beth everything about eating pussy.

My body seemed to be tugged in every direction as I came in my four-year-old’s face. It was all I could do not to scream. The image of Beth’s tiny mouth fastened to my pussy was seared into my mind like a brand; the baby girl, drinking from her mama.

Panting furiously, I pressed my head back into the pillow, fingernails biting into my palms while this… this thunderclap of pleasure rolled and reverberated inside my quivering frame. And through it all, my wonderful child continued to lick me.

Finally, unable to stand any more, I reached down to grasp my daughter’s shoulder with a trembling hand. “Th-that’s enough, Bethy… mmm, Mama’s finished.”

Spent, I lay motionless but for my heaving chest, my upper half bathed in a thin patina of sweat. After a few heartbeats, my eyes fluttered open, only to be confronted with the loveliest sight imaginable: Beth’s cherubic face, resting on my thigh. My little girl gazed at me in bashful adoration, her spun-gold hair delightfully tousled. “Love you, Mama,” she cooed.

“Oh, baby,” I whispered, suddenly on the verge of joyous tears, “I love you too. My precious angel.”

I reached for her and she crawled up to where I lay, nestling comfortably into my arms. The lower half of Beth’s face was sticky with my juices, and I drew close, our noses touching as I traced her lips with the tip of the tongue, tasting the tart essence of sex. Giggling, my daughter joined in this new game, and we joined in licking one another’s mouths and chins until it somehow became a long, leisurely lover’s kiss.

As we broke apart, I placed one soft peck on her button nose before we settled down to rest. Beth and I lay together quietly, and I soon felt the steady cadence of her breath against my neck as she fell into slumber.

Holding my baby close, I mulled upon what I’d just done to her… and what I’d had her do to me. Was I a monster; a sick, twisted woman? At that moment, I felt like anything but. All it took was a glance at Beth’s peaceful face to dispel the notion that I’d been wrong to make love with my little girl. Somehow I knew that this beautiful thing we had shared would only make our bond all the stronger. Since I’d become lovers with Chelsea, there had been a newfound warmth, a sweetness between my oldest daughter and myself — something special that hadn’t been there before. And now my Beth and I would have that too.

Slowly, slowly I sank into the tranquil haze of sleep, still hugging Beth to me.

*****

An hour and a half later, when Chelsea arrived home from school, she set down her book bag and kicked off her shoes, then wandered through the house looking for Beth and I. Through the living room, the kitchen, and the laundry room she went, pausing to peer out onto the backyard patio before bounding upstairs.

Down the hallway she padded in her stocking feet, peeking through each doorway until she reached my room at the end… and there she found her mother and baby sister, bare naked and curled up together on the bed, the room still fragrant with the scent of pussy. Smiling hugely, she reached for the top button of her blouse…

I awoke to find my ten-year-old sitting cross-legged on the bed beside me, completely nude.

“Hi, Mom. Hi, Bethy,” she grinned. “Looks like someone’s been havin’ a good time.”

“Chelly!” cried Beth, scrambling to her feet and excitedly jumping up and down on the bed a couple of times before leaping over me to throw both arms around her big sister.

I watched my daughters hug, feeling a delicious prickle of arousal when Chelsea bent down to kiss Beth, circling her sister’s mouth with a playful tongue.

“Mmmm,” she purred, drawing away to smile down at Beth. “Your lips taste good…”

“Me an’ Mama played kissy-lick!” my baby giggled. “She’s yummy!”

I sat up, then moved to wrap an arm around each of my girls. “Hey, hon,” I said to Chelsea, giving her a sleepy smile. “Got one of those kisses for me?”

“Sure,” she sighed, and I closed my eyes, awaiting the touch of her mouth.

So soft, so sweet. Chelsea’s tongue engaged mine, our lips sliding moistly together as her hand moved to cover my breast. I sighed contentedly. If this wasn’t heaven on earth, it would do for now.

We gently broke apart after a long, languid kiss… then I turned to Beth. “Honey,” I told my youngest, “I think your big sister needs to be kissy-licked now.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” enthused Beth, her head bobbing in agreement.

She and I quickly positioned a delighted Chelsea on her back with her thighs wide apart. “You kiss her,” I directed Beth, “and I’ll lick.”

“‘Kay, Mama,” my baby cooed, crawling onto the bed to flop down beside her sister. Chelsea wrapped her arms around Beth, and their mouths met.

Now I was where I loved to be, lying between my preteen daughter’s legs, tracing the vaginal cleft with a finger as I breathed deeply of her sex, that thick, heady perfume of desire. Moistening my lips, I moved in to take that first taste.

It was a divine experience, sharing my oldest girl with her baby sister. As I went down on Chelsea, my eyes were drawn to my darling daughters as they kissed passionately, hungrily. Beth’s little hands were fondling her sister’s barely-there breasts.

Then my baby girl was nursing from Chelsea’s nipples, and big sister’s arms were tenderly wrapped around Beth, her nose buried in my littlest one’s hair. Me? I continued to lick and kiss that juicy vulva, my ten-year-old’s fluids coating my lips.

When she came, the sound of her cries were like a benediction. I wouldn’t stop eating Chelsea’s pussy, though, not until I’d carried her through a second orgasm — one that had her heels drumming frantically against the bed. She accidentally kicked me in the side at one point, leaving an oddly shaped bruise that I later told Dan I’d gotten by bumping against a doorknob.

Spent and dazed, Chelsea lay limply amidst the rumpled sheets while I drew Beth into my arms for a kiss, giving my four-year-old a taste of her big sister’s sex. What an unalloyed thrill it was, feeling my baby humming with pleasure as her childish mouth nibbled at mine, sampling and loving the flavor of cunt.

We three lay together for a long while, basking in the warmth of the day, serenaded by the distant noises of playing children that issued through the open window. No words were needed. I lay entangled with Chelsea and Beth, lost in contented thought.

Mostly, I marveled at the path I’d chosen, the strange detour from the straight and narrow that had led me to take my own children as lovers. And despite the numerous taboos I’d brazenly flouted in the process, I knew no shame or guilt. My kids were blissfully happy, and that was good enough for me.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By JetBoy

My husband worked away on the oil rigs — one month on, one month off. When he was home, my girls knew that we needed to be a family and do what families do. I still nursed Beth and made love to Chelsea, but only when Dan wouldn’t catch us.

Chelsea loves her daddy, and cuddles up to him all the time when he is home. He had no idea about the kind of wicked things that she and I get up to while he is away, though. I do adore my husband, but this newfound passion I have for my girls is consuming me, making me want them constantly. I am a woman obsessed, a mother driven by lust.

Each time my husband goes back out to the rig, we are all a month older. My story picks up after six of those months had gone by.

A lot can happen in a young girl’s life in six months — and the difference between ten and ten and a half years old was remarkable, particularly in a child as sexually active as Chelsea. Her breasts had only just begun to bud. Her bottom showed a new shapeliness, and she had mastered the art of swinging her hips so that her mini dresses and skirts flicked up in a tantalizing way. There was also a hint of pubic hair, soft and very blond, with none of the coarseness that would come as she matured. In fact, I could only really see it in a certain light when I went down on her.

Beth, too, had changed. At four years old she was always running around and getting into everything. I needed to keep a constant eye on her. She still came to me to nurse, but less often now, more for comfort than anything else. On the other hand, she still loved to have me bathe her… and that very much included the affection I showed her with my mouth and fingers after drying her off.

Yes, I adored my girls… and I was soon to discover how much they loved each other.

It happened when my husband was at home. All he wants to do after a month on the rig is take me as often as possible. We share a good hard fuck, leaving him sleepy and contented. He is a marvelous lover, but my sexual appetite is so immense that I’m usually still somewhat aroused after our loving. So I usually slip into our bathroom after he is asleep and finger myself to one final climax.

On this night, I decided to pass by the room my daughters share, just to look in on them before my little bathroom visit. I cautiously eased the door open, only to be confronted by an amazing sight.

Beth was in Chelsea’s bed, and both of them were naked. The covers had been pushed to the floor. Chelsea hugged baby sister to her chest, Beth’s mouth fastened to her nipple. Chelsea had one hand tucked between Beth’s thighs and was lightly fingering her. I watched in awe as Beth lifted her face from her sister’s chest, then my daughters shared a kiss that quickly deepened, their tongues flickering into each other’s mouths.

I was stunned. I’d been progressing slowly with kissing Beth, not wanting to overwhelm her, but Chelsea had clearly taught her four-year-old sibling all there was to know about kissing a lover.

Leaning against the door frame, hidden in the shadows, I watched in awe as my daughters made out as if they were grown lesbians. They were both seething with sexual heat, yet tender and loving at the same time. The girls held each other urgently, their mutual adoration a beautiful thing to see.

Their kissing became more urgent. I watched as they caressed each other’s bodies, then they broke their kiss, giggling in complete delight with one another. Then Chelsea began to lick and tease her baby sister’s nipples. Beth was cooing happily, much like she did when I fondled her.

Then Chelsea swiveled around so she and Beth were lying side by side, top to tail. Beth was shorter, so her big sister had to arch her back to make contact, but they quickly arranged themselves into a sixty-nine position.

I couldn’t believe my eyes — but the more I thought about it while I stood in the shadows, secretly watching my underage daughters revel in sapphic loveplay, the more sense it made. When it came to sex, Chelsea had been a quick study; at ten years old, she knew more about how to pleasure a woman than most men would ever learn. Who better to teach her four-year-old sister how two girls make love?

I gazed in rapt approval as my girls explored each other’s pussies with eager mouths. This wasn’t just sex, this was love. I saw them moving together, sharing pleasure unselfishly. I watched as Chelsea came, Beth’s mouth glued to her big sister’s slit. Then Chelsea used her fingers and tongue to bring Beth off. I’d never seen my youngest daughter come before, and witnessing it made me feel warm inside, as if I’d just drunk a mug of cocoa.

It embarrasses me to admit this, but I also felt a twinge of envy as well. I wanted desperately to be there in bed with my little girls, joining in the lovemaking, the three of us sharing our bodies.

I couldn’t do that, of course — this really was their time, and it would be wrong to interrupt my daughters for my own selfish pleasure. Too, Dan was sleeping just down the hall, and I couldn’t run the risk of being caught coupling with the girls, no matter how unlikely it was that he’d rouse himself from bed until morning.

So I stood quietly, observing from the darkness of the hallway while a spent but very happy Beth and Chelsea hugged one another, then enjoyed one last tender kiss. I heard their whispered declarations of love. And then I saw them settle down for the night, their bare bodies sweetly entwined. It was a warm night, so my angels didn’t even bother to crawl beneath the sheets. Instead, they just lay naked on top of them.

I realized that I was pressing my hand between my thighs as I’d watched this scene of lesbian incest play out. I knew that Chelsea loved to lick pussy, but to see four-year-old Beth going down on her sister had me shivering with lust. I desperately needed to bring myself off, but didn’t dare do it where I was. Quietly as possible, I slipped down the hall to the spare room, where I fingered my cunt until I exploded, leaving a huge wet spot on the bedspread that I had to wash by hand the next day.

What excited me most was the revelation that Beth now knew, at the tender age of four, how to make love. And even after the huge climax I’d just enjoyed, I was nearly trembling in anticipation of the extra special bath that I’d be giving my baby girl very soon.

*****

The following afternoon, I was standing in the living room and gazing down at Beth, who was sprawled on the carpet, busy with her crayons and coloring book. Chelsea was at school, of course, and I’d gotten Dan out of the house by suggesting that he spend the day at the racetrack with a couple of his friends. He was so pleased and grateful to me for coming up with the idea that I almost — almost! — felt guilty for deceiving him.

My heart thrummed excitedly as I studied my beautiful four-year-old. She wore little apple-red shorts with a yellow blouse, and white socks that were already dirty on the bottoms of her feet. Her legs scissored together as she colored in a drawing of a frog. For some reason, she had decided to make him blue.

I knelt beside Beth. “Honey,” I crooned, “how’d you like to have a nice bath right now?”

Her coloring book was instantly forgotten as she jumped to her feet. “Yes, Mama, yes!”

Reaching for her tiny hand, I smiled. “Come on, then.”

I led Beth upstairs and into the bathroom, turned on the spigot in the bathtub, added a shot of citrus bath oil, then knelt before my little angel to undress her. Up went her top, down went her shorts and cute pink panties, and she raised one tiny foot at a time so I could slip her socks off. Now naked, she stood with her hands clasped adorably before her, twisting her slight body from side to side as she watched me remove my own clothes, until I was as bare as my little girl. This was something new; though I was often naked when I nursed Beth, I always wore a t-shirt and panties while she had her bath.

She was about to get another surprise, too. After I picked up my daughter and placed her in the tub, I climbed in beside her.

“Mama!” she cried, delighted. “You take a bath with me?”

“That’s right, honeybunch,” I cooed, drawing her babyish body into my arms. “You can help get Mama clean tonight.”

“Whee!” she squealed, her slippery frame wriggling against mine.

I began to wash my child, my hands gliding over every inch of her. When I bathed Beth in the evening, I really did bathe her, saving our sensuous play time until afterward. Not on this night. Right then, I was a lover, fondling this luscious nymph in the sexiest way I could, my eyes gazing adoringly into hers.

And though my darling child was only four, she knew that something special was happening between us. Beth usually cavorted and splashed happily in the scented water, but now she was nestled quietly in my arms, making little contented sounds while I caressed her all over. My hands traveled over her thighs, her belly, her chest — pausing to brush her tiny nipples with my fingertips — her arms, her firm little bottom, the smooth, sweet cleft between her legs.

Bending down to nuzzle Beth’s face, I whispered, “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you, Mama,” she piped, in a voice soft as a prayer.

My lips sought out the delicate jewel of her mouth, touching it in the lightest of kisses… then again, allowing it to linger. Beth’s lips parted enticingly, inviting me to explore, so I allowed the tip of my tongue to say a brief hello to her, delicately tracing my daughter’s mouth like an artist’s brush.

When her tongue shyly emerged to meet mine, I engaged it, coaxed it forth until Beth was tentatively giving her Mama a real French kiss. I returned her hesitant passion — gently at first, so as not to frighten my precious pixie. The heat of our kissing quickly began to rise as Beth grew more and more excited. She reached up to wrap both her little arms around my neck, dangling from me as if she was the loveliest of necklaces.

When our mouths finally broke apart, I scooped my child up to deposit her in my lap. The water spilled over the side of the tub, and Beth shrieked with glee as I cradled her body to mine. She fell silent when our eyes met, taking in the look of desire that I gave her — so different from my sweet smiles of before. Now my expression was colored with the fiery hues of lust.

She cooed happily when I bent to kiss her neck, then trailed a tongue down to a tiny nipple, flicking it playfully. “Feels funny, Mama!” she squealed. I slipped a hand between Beth’s soap-slippery thighs to cup her mound, lightly stroking the slit with my middle finger. She loved all of it, wriggling ecstatically in my lap.

Finally I sat up, gazing down at my little girl. “Let’s go take a nap, honeybunch. We can play some nice games together, like you do with your sister.”

Beth seemed undisturbed that I knew about what she’d been up to with Chelsea. “Okay, Mama!” she chirped.

I rinsed us both, then we climbed from the tub and took turns drying one another. I could have done myself much more quickly than Beth did, but she took such pleasure in rubbing my bare body with the towel that I had to let her finish the job. Then I drew my naked little girl to me and kissed her ardently, exploring her tiny mouth with an eager tongue, growing increasingly excited as she returned my kiss with all the passion she had exhibited with Chelsea on the night before.

This was it — the moment of truth was here. I was going to make love to my youngest daughter, and I didn’t give a damn if that made me a pervert or not.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By JetBoy

It was evening, and that meant it was bathtime for Beth. This took place in the en suite bath attached to my bedroom. My little girl loved her bath. She would happily play with the suds and splash about. This would go on for a long time with fits of delighted giggles echoing throughout the house. Eventually I would get down to the serious business of washing her.

She would stand in the water while I lathered her baby body all over, eyes closed as I massaged the soap into her soft skin. I would work shampoo into her hair, and Beth cooed happily, delighting in the gentle massage of her head and neck. She would then lie back in the warm water, where I would support her, and float while I rinsed her hair with the shower head. She would giggle as I playfully flicked the water at her.

She would lie relaxed, purring as I played the warm shower water up and down her shiny young body. She happily let her legs fall apart as I aimed the powerful stream of water up and down between her legs from her babyish sex to her anus and back again. Her body would be covered in goose bumps, her tiny little button nipples gone erect. Her expression was dreamy while I fondled her. Often, just doing this for my baby made me wet between the legs.

I then carried my sweet child into her room, where she would then stand still as I very gently dried her with a fluffy towel. Her mouth would be slightly open as the towel passed over her. Then once Beth was dry, I would lift my naked little girl up and place her on the bed, then lie beside her, spending a while making my daughter feel good.

First I would touch her body, all over. Her arms and legs, her angel-soft tummy, her sweet bottom… then I teased her little nipples with my fingers, which never failed to make Beth giggle.

Soon my hand would glide down my three-year-old’s body, past her belly to slip between her thighs. My heart throbbed as I tenderly explored the incredible softness of Beth’s slit, and she made the most adorable sounds of joy when I fingered her. She was still too young to climax, but loved to have her vaginal cleft stroked like a baby kitten.

While I pleasured my child, I’d kiss her tiny mouth, teasing her lips with my tongue. While we had not yet advanced to full French kissing, Beth did respond to me, her own tongue sometimes emerging to toy with mine. Within a year, I estimated, she would be kissing me as lovingly as her big sister did.

Finally I would nuzzle a path down my little girl’s body, leaving a trail of tiny kisses that made Beth wriggle and squeak delightedly, until at last I lay on my belly between her legs, gazing at the pink crease of her vagina with all the love in my heart.

I unashamedly pressed gentle kisses into Beth’s sex, even licked her a bit. She loved how it felt, and let me know it with her tiny whimpers and sighs, occasionally whispering, “I love you, Mama.” Her bunny, as she called it, would be puffy and moist where I had kissed her.

After awhile, I would gently dry Beth with a tissue and put her into her nightdress. She was usually quite sleepy by then, her little head nodding as I got her ready for bed. She would fall asleep, a look of innocent contentment on her face, almost as soon as I laid her down.

Three months ago, I would have then padded back to my own room, fallen into bed and brought myself to a shuddering climax, finally giving release to the passion Beth had ignited within me.

But now that my older daughter and I had become intimate, my evening routine was very different. Once Beth was asleep, it was time for Chelsea and I to play.

Even as I tucked Beth in I could hear the sound of water running, and it made me smile. Drawing the covers up to my baby’s chin, I waited until I heard one word, gently echoing from the bath, “Mama.” Then I knew that Chelsea was ready for me.

I went into the bathroom to find my ten-year-old naked in the bath, her body partly obscured by soap suds. She splashed about and called again, “Ma-ma…” and gave a little giggle.

Quickly stripping off my t-shirt and panties, I climbed into the bath, facing my lovely daughter. She grinned excitedly, then bent down to an ample breast and took the erect tip into her mouth. As she sucked my nipple, her hand pushed its way between my thighs, seeking and finding my pussy.

I was under her spell. All I could do was cradle her face to my breasts while she pleasured me. She stopped just short of making me come, though, and I was trembling with helpless desire as my little girl stood up in front of me, then turned slowly round, allowing me to soap her all over.

Once Chelsea was facing away from me she bent forward, resting her hands on her knees. I caressed every bit of her backside with soapy fingers.

“Mama,” she whispered, arching her bottom higher. I knew what she wanted.

Spreading her buttocks, I bent down and began to lick my little girl’s pink slit. Her gasps took on a new urgency, quickly becoming moans and cries of rapture. Unlike Beth, my oldest daughter was quite capable of reaching orgasm, and making her come thrilled me as much as any sex I’d ever had. I buried my tongue in Chelsea’s anal cleft, licking up and down the smooth crack as my fingers stole between her legs to touch her there. Soon she was shivering violently, head thrown back, mewling in ecstasy as I brought her off.

As soon as Chelsea caught her breath, she turned to me and smiled. “Now you,” she whispered.

Without a word I stood, leaned back against the wall and put a leg on the edge of the bath. My girl got onto her knees before me and buried her face in my minge. Her tongue emerged to lick, caressing the sticky pink flesh, loving me just as I had her. Chelsea feasted on my pussy, then turned me around and tongued my asshole, pressing her mouth between my buttocks. Finally she nuzzled a path back to my cunt, seeking out the erect clitoris and sucking it between her lips as two of her fingers found my vaginal opening and decided to pay a visit.

I had taught her well. My thighs were quivering uncontrollably as she pushed her fingers into me, right up to the third knuckle. I screamed into my hand, clamped tightly over my mouth throughout the sweet agony of orgasm so that I wouldn’t awaken Beth.

Even after her own climax, Chelsea was still very frisky. She began to masturbate herself as I sank into the water, panting for breath. After a moment I sat up, and before I knew it, my little girl threw one leg over me, offering up her bare slit to my hungry gaze. “Mama… oh, Mama,” she begged.

I gave my daughter what she craved. She sobbed with a child’s innocent joy as I kissed, then licked at her clit until she came again. Sinking back into the water with me, Chelsea and I shared a passionate kiss.

We made love in the water. We made love wrapped in towels. And we made love on my bed. When my daughter and I finally drifted into slumber, we slept with our bare bodies entwined. I hoped that she would never tire of this delicious intimacy we had discovered together.

Then there was baby Beth. So adorable and affectionate at three… would she want to be part of our incestuous loveplay when she grew older?

Continue on to Chapter 3

By JetBoy

I gave birth to my second child, a beautiful little girl I named Beth, seven years after I had Chelsea, my firstborn. The advice I received back then was to feed Chelsea with formula milk — and I foolishly listened. Looking back, it was more to do with wanting to keep my youthful figure than anything else. I allowed myself to be selfish, at my daughter’s expense, and regretted it ever since. Now I know that for newborns, the breast is always best.

When I started nursing Beth, I’d had no idea how sexually stimulating it could be… but the first time she drank from my nipple, I was on fire! It was sensual and loving in a way that made coupling with my husband Dan seem coarse by comparison, much as I love him.

Beth positively adored being fed. In fact, even when she was three and I had no more milk to give, my baby girl still came to me to nurse… and I had decided that I would let her, for as long as she wanted. So nearly every night after her bath, I would remove all my clothes and take little naked Beth to my breast. My pussy would drip just from anticipating it.

I’d caress her bare body as she purred contently, that warm little mouth enveloping my nipple. She was totally relaxed and happily spread her legs, allowing me full access to every part of her. I would touch Beth all over as we lay naked together, even her tiny slit. It’s part of her body, after all… and, to my mind, no more wrong to fondle and caress than her toes. Besides, it made my daughter happy, and gave me pleasure, too! In fact, I often masturbated while nursing Beth, as long as no one else was around.

I think that Chelsea, who was ten at the time, was a bit jealous of the attention I gave her baby sister when she nursed from me, so I tried not to do it in her presence — especially those private times when Beth and I were nude together. I did feel regretful about having bottle fed Chelsea, but didn’t know how to make it up to her other than showing her as much affection as I could, always letting her know that she was loved. Still, I did get the feeling that, on some unconscious level, my ten-year-old sensed the special bond that Beth and I shared, and felt somewhat left out.

I began to seriously consider weaning Beth from my breast, much as the prospect saddened me. Luckily, things worked out in a much nicer way.

It happened one evening when Chelsea was at choir practice, and Beth was with me in the living room watching Blue’s Clues. My little girl was sitting on the floor at my feet, her back to the sofa. Then, during a commercial break, she turned, raised her arms to me and cooed “Mama?”

This was her signal — my child’s way of telling me that she wanted to nurse.

My heart seemed to swell in my chest as I lifted Beth into my lap, her tiny hands reaching for my breasts. Just seeing that had my pussy throbbing. Usually we waited until after her bath for our nursing session, and always did it in the upstairs bedroom, behind closed doors. But right then, she and I were the only ones home. Dan wouldn’t be home from his job at the oil rig for three more weeks, and Chelsea was good for at least another hour of choir practice. Why not? I thought.

I stripped off my t-shirt and bra, then slipped out of my panties. Now naked, I removed Beth’s frilly dress and her tiny underpants and sat back on the couch with her nestled in my lap. She fell to my left breast and its erect nipple and locked on, sucking happily.

I was already wet, so my fingers slipped into my cunt like a knife into warm butter. I began to masturbate with one hand, cradling baby Beth to my breast with the other. I don’t know why, but I was more aroused than usual — maybe it was because I was being so brazen, getting myself off near the living room window, where anyone could see me if they came near enough.

Wanting to share the pleasure I was feeling with my little girl, I began to caress her nipples, then trailed my fingers down her body until they were nestled between her thighs. I allowed a single fingertip to glide up and down Beth’s slit, touching her as I would a lover. Her eyes glazed over as we took pleasure from each other.

I was so incredibly hot by this time that I failed to see Chelsea arriving home early from choir until she entered the room, gasped in shock and fled. I was still fondling Beth’s vulva with one hand, fucking myself hard and fast with the other when the slam of the door jolted me from my sexual trance.

With a sinking heart, I knew that I’d have to have a talk with Chelsea and somehow explain what I was doing cuddling with her baby sister in such an intimate way. In the meantime, though, I couldn’t thrust Beth away while she suckled from me. So I continued to nurse her, wondering what I was going to say to Chelsea. Had she seen my hand between Beth’s legs? How was I going to make sense of something like that to a ten-year-old girl? Could I make her understand the reason for the pleasures I shared with her little sister, when I barely comprehended them myself?

Then the door opened once more, and I stared in disbelief as I saw Chelsea standing before me. She was naked.

She gazed deep into my astonished eyes, then said, “Mama?” exactly the way that Beth did when she wanted to nurse.

She never called me that anymore — for several years, I’d been “Mom” to her. My heart pounded as I realized what my little girl was asking me to do.

Even if I’d wanted to, I couldn’t have told her no. I extended a hand to my daughter, beckoning her to me. Chelsea knelt onto the sofa and slowly, slowly brought her mouth to my right breast. I whimpered as she lightly kissed my very erect nipple, then moaned when she sucked it into her mouth.

I stared in happy disbelief at the sight of Chelsea at my breast, a dreamy look in her eyes. Beth had nursed enough to satisfy her for now, so I laid her down by my side… where she watched her naked big sister, now experiencing the same pleasures she’d already enjoyed.

Chelsea lay sprawled on top of me, my nipple still in her warm mouth as I held her bare body to my own. A wicked impulse overtook me, and I allowed my hand to drift slowly down her back until I was caressing her pert little bottom. The purring sound she made let me know that she liked what I was doing, so I grew bolder still. My fingers delved into the crease between my little girl’s buttocks to stroke her rosebud, then journeyed down further, until I found her smooth, slippery vulva. Chelsea arched her bottom, encouraging me to touch her… and I happily obliged, stroking her slit until she was squirming atop me. She raised her face to mine, her eyes wide as new feelings surged through her boyish body. “Oh, Mom,” she whispered.

I found her clitoris and gently toyed with the tiny nubbin, quickly taking my daughter to a shuddering orgasm.

Spent, she lay in my arms, her breath warm against my tingling nipple. Meanwhile Beth was sitting up, clearly ready for more after watching her sister… and she held her hands out to me, cooing, “Mama?”

So I took baby Beth back to my breast, and she eagerly sucked my right nipple into her mouth. Chelsea turned onto her side and wrapped her arms around my neck, her sweet face now inches from mine. “I love you, Mom,” she murmured, eyes bright with joy.

“I love you too, honey,” I replied, bringing my lips to hers in a gentle, lingering kiss. When I drew away, she followed to kiss me again. This time, I traced Chelsea’s lower lip with my tongue… and my little girl simply melted into me, her mouth opening to welcome my loving intrusion.

Soon Chelsea and I were kissing passionately, our tongues engaging, mingling. Before long, she had taken my lead and slipped her hand between my legs, her fingers exploring the thick bush, seeking out and finding the moist flesh the dark curls concealed.

I guided her, silently showed her how to touch me the way I liked best. She quickly got the hang of it, and began to masturbate me while we continued to kiss. Within two minutes I was crying out loud as her little hand brought me to a blissful orgasm.

That was the end of Chelsea’s jealousy. Things were different between us, better. She now had a code word that meant I want you to make love to me. It was the word that she learned from her sister, “Mama.” When she called me that, my little girl and I would both undress and come together as lovers. And sometimes, Beth would be there too.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By JetBoy

Friday 4th February, 1966

Me and Claire snuck behind the bike shed again and kissed some. We couldnt for long cause there was boys playing not far away and we were afraid we might get caught. Jenny Sanders got seen kissing a boy behind the stairs outside the library and she got in BIG trouble. Bet it would be lots worse if it was two girls instead!

After we got back I asked Claire if she wanted to spend the night tomorrow. She told me she would have to ask her mom, but it would probally be OK. We kept smiling, cause we were both thinking about all the things we could do if she came over.

I keep thinking about doing sex stuff with Claire and Mommy together, and it gets me more excited all the time. I REALLY want it to happen but I am not sure how. I promised Mommy not to tell anyone about her and me, so that makes it hard to figure out.

I have to think about this some more.

*****

It’s later now, and I just had a pretty good idea that might work.

I was talking to Mommy about Claire coming over and she said it was all right. I asked her if she thought Claire was pretty. She said yes. Then I gave her a big sexy kiss with my tongue. Daddy was down in the basement so we were safe.

Then I whispered another question. I asked her if I wasn’t her little girl and Claire was, would she want to make love to her?

Mommy was suprised. She thought about it and then nodded really quick. She was blushing just a little bit. I told her that I loved her, then ran off to wash my hands for supper before she could ask me why I asked her that.

So now I know she likes Claire that way. Next I need to find out how Claire feels about Mommy. But I have to be extra super careful about how I do it.

*****

Saturday 5th February, 1966

Claire called while we were eating breakfast, and let me know her mother said she could spend the night. Mommy just smiled when I told her. I wonder if she was thinking about what I asked her yesterday, about her making love to Claire and if she might ever want to.

Then I got a idea! I told Mommy that I wanted to wear something really nice for Claire when she came over. Then I told her that SHE should do that too, wear a dress that she looked beautiful in.

I said to Mommy, I bet Claire would love to see you like that. She just smiled and didnt say anything, but I knew she liked the idea.

So I just picked out some clothes for tonight, my blue dress that we got for me to wear in our family portrait last year, and my pair of high heel shoes. I’m going to practice walking around in them so I don’t wobble. I still do that, sometimes!

*****

I’m so excited! Claire will be over soon, and Mommy got all dressed up like I asked! She was wearing her shiny green dress, which goes down really low in the front and shows off her titties. If Daddy was home she probally would not have done it, but he is off working again.

When Mommy came out in the dress my heart was beating fast and I wanted to kiss her, but she had just put lipstick on. Pretty soon I’ll be kissing Claire anyhow.

I have to finish getting ready, so I probably wont write more until tomorow.

*****

Sunday 6th February, 1966  

Last night was SO good! Claire and I made love for a long time, doing all the things we liked. I showed her about licking her bottom. She wasnt sure if she wanted to, but when I started licking she loved it!

Then I got a idea and reached round her tummy to touch her pussy while my tongue was moving in her bottom. A big lovely shiver went through her body and I knew she liked it. She started kind of rocking back and forth, begging me to not stop.

So I didnt, I kept going until she came. It was a big one too. Her biggest ever, she told me.

After she got back her breath, Claire said that she would lick my bottom too, since I did for her. I said she didnt have to, but she really wanted to try it.

So I got on my hands and knees, and Claire got behind and opened me with her fingers and touched my hole with her tongue. It was even better than I thought it would be, cause she got excited and did it really well, licking me up and down while I rubbed my clit.

When I came, it was so loud that Claire was kind of scared cause she thought Mommy might have heard us. I had to stop myself from smiling when she said that. If Mommy DID hear I bet she was masturbating, thinking about me and Claire making love.

(I finaly remembered to ask Mommy what that word was again, right after Claire left. Masturbate. It’s funny looking. I made myself learn it like I do sometimes with big words in school, so I can always spell it right.)

When Claire talked about Mommy hearing us, I thought it was a good time to ask her about some of the things I have been thinking about.

I waited a little bit so she wasnt afraid of us getting caught any more, then we kissed some and held each other close. When she was smiling and happy, I said how Mommy looked pretty in her green dress, didnt she think so?

She nodded and said that Mommy was VERY beautiful, and how she wished her mother looked as nice.

Then I gave Claire a warm kiss and asked her in a soft whisperey voice if she would like it if Mommy kissed her like that. Her face got kind of red, but she told me yes.

So I asked, what if Mommy wanted to take off her clothes and your clothes and get into bed and make love to you, the same way I do?

Claire gave me a really funny look and wanted to know why I was asking that.

I didnt know what to say, but then I thought of something. I told her that I had a dream last night that I was doing those kind of things to Mommy, and when I woke up it was so exciting that I touched my pussy till I came. I felt pretty smart for thinking of that cause I was talking about me and Mommy making love, but not breaking my promise to keep it a secret.

Claire’s eyes were huge! But shes your MOTHER, she said.

I said, But shes beautiful and sexy and I love her so much, so why couldnt I do that with her if she let me?

Claire was thinking about that, kind of biting on her lip in a pretty way that made me want to kiss her some more. Then she smiled and said she guessed I was right, cause no one ever told her before that it was bad for girls to make love with their mommies.

So I asked her again how SHE felt about Mommy, since I told her my feelings. She giggled and said she never noticed before, but seeing Mommy in that green dress made her think of how sexy she was. Claire told me she kept taking little looks at Mommy’s titties while we were eating supper, and thought about touching them!

We were both laughing hard like it was a funny thing. But also cause we were really really excited! Claire kissed me all of a sudden with her tongue going into my mouth, and then we were making love again. It was specially good. We licked each other together, her laying on top of me. And when we came, it was at the same time! I love when that happens.

Claire fell asleep pretty quick after that, but I stayed awake thinking for a little longer.

So now I know that Mommy and Claire both like each other and would make love if they could. All I have to do now is to help make it happen.

I didnt get to make love to Mommy this morning or even talk to her much, cause of Claire spending the night. And Daddy stayed at home tonight, so I couldnt talk to her then either. But when Claire and me were eating breakfast, Mommy gave me a look at the table that made me feel warm all over. After school I will tell her about all the fun me and Claire had!

Before I go to bed I need to read some stupid story about Benjamin Franklin for history class. So I have to stop for now.

Continue on to Chapter 7

By JetBoy

Wednesday 2nd February, 1966

What a amazing day I had! And I thought at first it was going to be awful.

An old friend of Mommy’s broke her leg on Monday, so she had to go out of town to visit her. She had to leave early too, so we didnt have time to play this morning. And Claire had ballet lessons after school, so I couldnt spend time with her. I was feeling all buzzy inside, really wanting to do sex stuff.

Then I got a idea! I picked up the phone, called Aunt Evie and asked if I could come over to visit her so we could watch cartoons together.

Aunt Evie used to baby sit for me two days each week while Mommy was part of this ladies group, and we always watched cartoons when I got home from school. I told her I missed those times we were snuggled up on the couch and laughing at Woody Woodpecker and Bugs Bunny. I wanted to know if we could do it again.

She sounded really pleased and said it was OK. Then she told me what bus I had to take to get to her place, cause I never had been there before without Mommy taking me. Its too far for me to ride on my bike.

I left a note for Mommy to say I was at Aunt Evie’s, then off I went!

I was sort of nervous about going on the bus all by myself, but the driver was very nice. He got me to sit up front, then told me when the bus got to the stop I wanted. Aunt Evie’s apartment house was close by, it was real easy to find.

When Aunt Evie answered the door she smiled and kissed me on the cheek, like she always did. Then, she looked at me when she closed the door behind us. I saw something in her eyes that made me feel all shivery and nice.

She got on her knees and took my hand. Did you really want to watch cartoons? she asked.

I felt myself blush when I shook my head. I was a little bit embarased that Aunt Evie guessed the real reason why I came over, but I also was excited. She knew I wanted us to make love!

She smiled and put her hand on my cheek, and said very soft, Your so beautiful. Your a beautiful little girl.

Mostly I hate when grown ups call me little. But the way Aunt Evie said it, I liked that a LOT. Then she moved closer to me and we kissed.

I closed my eyes, my heart beating fast when I felt the touch of her mouth. It was a soft kiss, even more than when Claire does it. Then her tongue came between my lips and Aunt Evie was mashing her mouth to my mouth, kissing me in a hard pushing way. She was pressing me into the door with her body. I was so excited, I thought I might burst!

Then without another word she took my hand and led me up stairs. I remembered when I went up there with Mommy and her, and how Mommy took off all her clothes and lay down on Aunt Evie’s bed with her legs apart, showing me her pussy, and what happened after. That seems like SO long ago now, but really its only been two weeks.

Aunt Evie sat down on her bed and pulled me to her. Then she started to undress me. I let her take off all my things until I was bare naked, only my socks left on. Then she stood and slipped out of her dress. She only wore panties underneath.

Want to take them off? she said. Of course I said yes! I slid her panties right down her legs and she sat back on the bed so I could get them off.

I saw Aunt Evie with all her clothes off the last time Mommy and I was here, but I was too excited to take a good look. Now she sat there me and let me see every thing. Gosh, she is pretty. Mommy is soft and cuddly with nice big titties, while my aunt is slim and more like a girl.

She opened her arms to me and I went into them and hugged her close. I love you Susie, she whispered, her lips touching my ear.

I love you too Aunt Evie, I said, then I was giving her neck soft little kisses.

She pulled away and gave me a serious look. Now Susie, if we are going to be lovers, you cant call me Aunt Evie any more. Not when we are like this. Wont you call me Evie?

I was all trembly as I stared into her bright blue eyes. I love you, Evie, I said.

Then her mouth was on mine and we were kissing again, our tongues playing together. Her kisses were rougher than Mommy’s, but I loved them. She was really excited, and that made my heart beat like crazy. I let my hands go up Evie’s front to touch her titties, and she made happy sounds while we kissed more.

After a little while she pulled away and licked her lips. Then she scooted back on the bed and asked me if I wanted to be on top.

I said yes, and she lay down, waiting for me. I came to her and climbed on her body so I could kiss her again. She kissed me back, her tongue pushing into my mouth.

Evie smelled like vanilla. I could feel her heart beating hard as our bodies were pressed together, just like mine was! Her hands were running all over me, touching every where.

With Aunt Evie, making love was rough and hot, not sweet like when I’m with Mommy. But I liked it just as much. She was so wild that it made ME wild too. It felt kind of like the way I dance to rock and roll songs on the radio, when no ones at home, every part of me moving to the music till I can barely breathe.

We were rolling around rubbing our bodies together. It was almost like we were fighting, only we were really making love. I rubbed her titties, then pinched hard on her nipples. I dont know why I did that, only somehow I thought she would like it. And I was right! She cried out loud, then told me that I made her feel wonderful. Then she hugged me and we kissed again, sucking each others tongues.

Evie’s leg was pressing on my pussy and mine was on hers, and it felt really good. But, all I could think about was how much I wanted to lick her, so I pulled away and started kissing down her front. I didn’t even stop to play with her titties, just gave each nipple a little lick. Then I moved down more, rubbing my face over Evie’s tummy just before I was in between her legs.

So I was looking at my aunt’s pussy from up close. It’s very different from what Mommy has. Evie hasnt got a big bush, so you can see the vagina part of her lots better. Her clit is smaller too, I couldnt find it at first.

She was REALLY wet down there, I could see her juice dripping down into the crack of her bottom, and that made me feel really great, thinking how I made her like that. I loved the way she smelled too! It was sort of like fancy perfume. I breathed it in deep with my nose nearly touching her pussy. Then I went close between Evie’s legs to kiss and lick her.

Oh, my angel, I heard her say. Her bottom raised up from the bed when I tasted her. She was moaning loud, and her hands were pulling my face deeper between her legs.

I wanted to make her explode so I pushed a finger into her pussy while I licked up to her clit. Then I did what Mommy likes me to do, I took Aunt Evie’s clit into my mouth and sucked on it like a soda straw.

Gosh, she went nuts! Evie bounced all over, and her hand squeezed my shoulder so hard that I got a bruise. (I didnt know that until just a little bit ago, when I was getting into my pajamas) She was almost yelling, and her pussy was so wet that it got all over my face, more than when Mommy comes. But, I didnt mind getting messy cause she tasted so good. It was kind of a spicy flavor. I kept going, sliding my finger in and out of Evie and sucking on her clit. Finaly she pushed me away, she was begging me to stop.

I rested my face on her belly and listened to Aunt Evie breathing hard. I was licking my lips to taste her on them. I felt proud for making her come so good.

All of a sudden she sat up and grabbed me! I did a little scream and pretended like I was trying hard to get away. But, then she rolled me over on my back and was on top of me, looking down. Her eyes were all sparkly.

She said, I am going to make you feel so good that you will never want to make love to anyone else! Only me.

Then Evie’s mouth came down into mine and we were kissing again. We did that for a long time, then she whispered that she wanted to taste me.

She had such a naughty smile! All I could do was giggle and spread my legs apart for her. My aunt got on her knees, looked down at me and licked her lips.

Evie said, Hold your legs like this, so I can see every bit of you.

She got me to hang on to the backs of my knees and pull them up so they touched my titties. At first I didn’t get why she asked me to do that, but when I felt the cool air on my pussy, I could tell that I was WIDE open now. And Aunt Evie was laying there looking into me. She told me that I had the prettiest little pussy she ever saw.

Then her mouth was on me, and I lost all my thoughts. Evie was licking me hard and fast, and sticking her tongue inside my pussy and rolling it around. It was almost too much for me. The big feelings got so big so fast that I couldnt breathe!

I could hear her mouth make wet sounds while she sucked my pussy like she was trying to drink me up. That made me even more excited. I was shaking and wiggling and bouncing on the bed so much that I don’t know how Aunt Evie even held on to me, but she did. Her tongue went everywhere, even into my bottom hole.

Then she took my clit into her mouth like I did with hers, and my GOSH, it was like the sky falling down!

She had me coming again and again and again at the end, and I cant remember for how long I was under her holding my legs back. I know I was going crazy at the good feelings her hot mouth gave me.

I thought I was too tired for any more, but then I felt a finger go in my bottom, and Evie used her finger that was in my pussy to push against it on the other side. And while that was going on, her tongue was licking my clit, she made me come for one more time.

Then she held me for a while, and I snuggled all warm and happy in her arms. We gave one another soft little kisses sometimes, but we mostly rested.

I wanted to lay longer with Evie, but I couldnt cause she does not have a car. I had to take the bus again to get home. We got up and helped put our clothes back on.

Then me and her walked to the bus stop. We saw a lot of people while we went there, Aunt Evie said they were coming home from work. She had a sort of strange smile and I asked her why. She told me she was wondering what all these people would think if they knew the things we had been doing just a little while ago. Then we were giggling and we couldnt stop.

I wanted to kiss her SO bad when the bus came, but I didnt dare cause there were other people there. So I hugged her hard, then waved good bye as the bus drove me away.

I had a book I brought for the bus ride, but instead I thought about Mommy and Aunt Evie and Claire and how everything for me seems changed since I turned 13. It was a nice warm feeling to be curled up in my seat with the bus engine working under me. I was thinking all about love and how wonderful it is.

Daddy was home for supper, so I didnt get to tell Mommy about what happened with Aunt Evie. But, when I said at the dinner table that I had gone to see her after school, Mommy gave me a special look. Like she asked me what happened without saying the words.

I just smiled at her, and Mommy’s eyes got big and excited. But we kept on eating like things were the same as every day.

I cant wait till tomorrow morning so I can tell Mommy everything. I want to try being wild and hot with her, like the way Evie was with me.

I’m so excited that I don’t think I can sleep!

*****

Thursday 3rd February, 1966

Mommy and Daddy let me stay up extra late tonight with them to watch the Bird Man of Alcatraz on TV. I really liked the movie, a lot. Bert Lancaster has such nice eyes. I don’t think I will EVER want to get married, but I maybe wouldnt mind so much if it was with a boy who was like him. Any way, because the movie was so long, I have got to make this short.

Soon as I woke up this morning I jumped up and ran to Mommy’s room. Naked, like I did the last time. She grinned as she saw me at the door and laughed as I ran to her and got into bed. She was naked too. We kissed, and then I was rubbing myself against her, hungry to make love.

Mommy said, Not so fast, darling. She wanted to know all about what Aunt Evie and I did yesterday, and that I couldnt be touching her right then or she wouldnt be able to listen.

I asked her if it was OK, me doing sex with Evie. Yesterday I was in such a hurry to go there and see her that I kind of didnt think about what Mommy would say. She hugged me and said it was fine, and that she had been meaning to take me back to Aunt Evie’s anyhow, so we could all have fun together. Wow, I was excited to hear that!!

Then Mommy told me some thing even MORE incredibel! She said that Aunt Evie and her had been thinking for years about making love to me, how much they wanted to do it. She told me they started talking about it when I was 8, just a little kid! I don’t know why, but that made me feel really warm all over, and SO ready to play with Mommy.

I started to touch her titties, but she stopped me and said, No sweetheart, I want to hear all about you and Evie first.

So I sat at the foot of her bed and told her everything, and she played with her pussy some. She got really excited, and told me I was a bad little girl. But she smiled when she said it. I guess there are some ways that Mommy likes for me to be bad. I never thought about it that way before.

So I told her that I couldnt help myself, and I wanted to show her what making love with Aunt Evie was like.

She grinned and layed back, opening her legs. I licked my lips and looked at her pussy, how juicy it was.

I crawled between her legs, the smell of her was making me warm inside. I put my hands on Mommy’s knees and pushed my mouth into her pussy.

I loved kissing and licking Mommy all wild and crazy, the way Aunt Evie had showed me to do. And Mommy seemed to like it too. Her breath was coming loud and fast and her bottom moved around like she was having a hard time staying still. It was messy licking her, and she was so wet her juice was dripping off my chin. But, that just made it more fun!

I was thinking about what Aunt Evie did to me and I brought my hand up to where I was licking and put a finger on Mommy’s bottom hole. Then I pushed it into her. Gosh, her whole body did this huge JERK when I did that, and she started moaning real loud.

I wanted to move my finger in and out of Mommy’s bottom while I licked her, but there wasn’t room for my hand to move enough. So instead I wiggled it around and around inside her, doing it in circles like I was stirring something. Then I saw my thumb was close to Mommy’s pussy hole, so I let it go inside there!

So I was doing all these things to her at once, my fingers in her and licking her clitty.

That was when Mommy started to come and it was big, the biggest I saw her do! She was rocking around, and screaming my name. I bet I would have been scared to see her that way, before we started doing sex together. But right then it made me feel so happy, to know I was making Mommy feel super good inside! I kept going, licking her and moving my fingers round in her till she begged me to stop. She couldnt take any more.

My mouth and my chin were all sticky with the juice from Mommy when I sat up to smile at her. She gave me such a sweet look, then reached out for me. I lay down on top of her, letting her kiss me and taste her pussy on my face.

Then we lay together for a long time, all quiet and happy. Mommy said I was getting to be a better lover all the time, and that made me so proud. I told her that I couldnt wait to show Claire the new stuff that she and Aunt Evie had taught me to do.

Golly, it’s late! I have to stop here. Wow, I’m gonna be yawning all day at school tomorrow.

Continue on to Chapter 6

By JetBoy

I stood stock still, feet rooted to the green carpet. Heart in my mouth, legs trembling, I had to force the words to come.

“Wh-what are you doing, Veronica?” I asked again.

Previously radiant, her smile faltered. “I thought… I thought you wanted…”

I didn’t know what to say — all I could do was stare at her. Out of nowhere, a line from Oscar Wilde popped into my head. When the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers.

While I gaped foolishly at Veronica, her expression was changing from wistful hope to horrified realization. If I didn’t say something this instant, I’d lose her!

“Wait!” I cried as she reached down to snatched up her discarded dress, eyes already brimming with tears. “Veronica! Wait!”

Breathing heavily, as if I’d suddenly remembered how to consume oxygen, I backed up three steps and sat down heavily on the bed. My brain was still flailing about in panic mode, shrieking Damage Control! Damage Control!

Very clearly and slowly, though trembling inside, I spoke: “I… I’ve been wanting you for a long time, Veronica. I just never expected you to want me back.”

“But I do, I do!” she cried, flinging her arms apart. “I made it obvious enough!”

Confused, I shook my head. “You did?”

“The way I walked to school in the morning? Moving my bottom so you’d notice? I knew you were watching me.” She tilted her head, giving me a quizzical look. “Don’t you ever look at my bedroom window?”

“Well, yes,” I admitted, uncertainly. “But I never saw anything, really.”

Veronica smiled sadly. “That’s because you didn’t look hard enough.” Shaking her head, she murmured, “Golly, I walk around the room all the time with no clothes on. I figured sure you’d notice.”

I shook my head, still conscious of my pounding heart. “You c-can’t see anything during the daytime, sweetheart… your window faces the wrong way.”

She moved over to the window, peered out, then pouted. “Oh, crap. You’re right.”

“The only time I could have seen you was after dark. And you certainly weren’t walking around naked then.”

“No,” she admitted. “Not at night. I didn’t want just anyone to see me.” Then she gave me the sweetest smile. “But I wanted you to…”

Now assured that her assumptions about my sexuality weren’t wisps of silvery smoke, Veronica lowered the blouse from her chest and let it drop once again to the floor. She reached for the waistband of her panties — then paused.

“Would you like to take my underpants off?” she asked, presenting herself to me.

Grinning foolishly, I nodded, and my twelve-year-old enchantress drew nearer. The sight of her budding breasts, small though they were, was a thrilling reminder that my sweet poppet was not so very far from leaving her childhood behind.

“When did you get these, sweetheart?” I asked, lightly tracing the soft mounds.

She blushed madly. “A c-couple of months ago,” she stammered.

“Do you like them?” I asked.

She slowly nodded, then added. “I kinda wish they were bigger, though.” Her cheeks were crimson.

If her breasts were appearing, I wondered how she had developed in other respects. If she had sprouted her first pubes, would they be the same golden hue as her hair? The thought of burying my face in her vulva and rubbing my nose through the silken down gave me a sweet, furtive twinge of pleasure.

“It’s a little embarrassing at first, isn’t it?” I said, wanting to ease her discomfort. “When I was your age, I just hated the way my body was changing. I thought every boy in school was staring, and every girl was making fun of me. Then my titties really began to come in…” I took her delicate hand and placed it inside my jacket, on my left breast. “…and you wouldn’t believe how fast my opinion of growing up changed.”

Her face still slightly flushed, Veronica gave me a shaky smile.

“Sweetheart,” I said, standing up. “Can you unzip my skirt?”

With clumsy hands, she did as instructed; I let the garment billow to the floor as she undid the catch. Stepping free of the skirt, I bent to pluck it from the carpet and draped it over the edge of my mattress, where it lay, black on white. It would have to be moved soon, as things grew even more heated between Veronica and me, but that could wait.

“Now my jacket,” I said, turning my back to her and extending my arms behind me. Haltingly, she reached up to take the garment by its collar, pulling it over my shoulders and down my arms, then stood holding it in both hands, unsure of what to do next. I silently indicated that it should go with my skirt — and with a nod, she laid it out neatly.

“Why don’t you unbutton my blouse now?” I murmured, seating myself before her on the bed.

Moving closer, Veronica reached for my top button. The girl’s excitement made her clumsy, and she struggled with it for a few seconds until it was unfastened.

“Relax, love,” I told her. “We have time… there’s no need to hurry things.”

“B-but I can’t wait!” she blurted, “I wanna see you with all your clothes off!”

“All right, all right,” I laughed. “Here, let me help.” Between the two of us, we made short work of those pesky buttons.

As she lifted my blouse over my shoulders, I found myself wondering if Veronica was more sexually experienced than I’d thought. I asked, “Have you ever done this before, sweetheart?”

“Not really,” she replied, tugging my top all the way off. “Um, I helped Mommy get dressed once after she got sunburned.”

She’d misunderstood the question, but I let it go. She was distracted anyhow, transfixed by the sight of my brassiere-clad breasts. I had selected a daring red lace bra earlier that day, dreaming of giving my Veronica a little glimpse of it if she came to visit. Her gasp of delight was exactly the response I’d hoped for.

“Wow,” she breathed, “that’s so, so sexy!”

“It is,” I agreed. “But you know what’s even sexier?”

She shook her head, staring at me with the hugest blue eyes.

“Taking it off.” I turned, offering my back to her.

I let her release the back catch, then remove the bra, baring my breasts. Her eyes widened even further, if that was possible, and her nostrils flared slightly. The very air seemed to crackle with excitement.

“They’re sort of small,” I said, cupping one of my breasts from beneath. “Hopefully, yours will be bigger.”

Her surprised look said that she considered my breasts anything but small, though they were. I liked them well enough, and so did the women or the occasional man I took to bed.

“Would you like to touch them?” I asked.

She turned an alarming shade of red. “I… I don’t know,” she said, suddenly uncertain of herself.

“They won’t bite you,” I said, with a smile and a wink. In the Jessica Hightower books, many things did bite unexpectedly.

Nibbling her lower lip, Veronica extended a trembling hand and brushed my left nipple with the tip of her index finger. I quivered at that and, startled, she snatched her hand away.

“It’s okay,” I said soothingly. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m aroused, you see, and being touched made me shiver because it felt so good. You can touch it again, if you like.”

Somewhat reassured, but still visibly nervous, Veronica once again extended her hand and touched my nipple. This time, my little quiver of pleasure seemed to embolden her; and she allowed her hand to slowly open like a flower, her fingers spreading to cup my breast.

She seemed less than certain of where to go from there, and stood rooted to the spot, unmoving.

Placing my hand over hers, I squeezed it, then drew her close to me. Her face was perfectly on level with my breast, so I gently directed her to my left nipple, moaning as her warm, wet mouth enveloped it and began to suck. I shuddered again, even more powerfully this time, and cradled her head to me, as I would that of a nursing child. Veronica wrapped her arms around my waist, clutching me tightly.

I had never known such an arousing, yet so maternal a feeling in my breast. Never having had a child, I’d been deprived of the sweet sensation of a baby’s mouth taking milk from me. Experiencing this now with Veronica, I immediately felt a crazy longing to become pregnant and give birth.

I guided her mouth to my right nipple.

“You have such soft skin,” I breathed, running my hands across the tops of her shoulders and down her biceps. Her mouth left my right breast and returned to my left, leaving me to shiver ecstatically as the cool air of the room kissed my wet, extremely hard nipple. Did breast-feeding always feel as wonderful as this? Why, then, didn’t more women do it? I certainly would have, given the chance.

I let her suckle me for a few minutes, then drew away to let Veronica remove my half slip, then roll my pantyhose down and off. She did this awkwardly, dropping to a knee to allow me to step out of them, one foot at a time, giving her an indulgent smile when she left a small but fatal run in the left leg with a fingernail.

“Sorry, Miss Parsons,” Veronica mumbled shamefacedly as she rose.

“It’s okay, honey,” I laughed. How many pairs of pantyhose had I ruined in my lifetime? One hundred? A thousand? I could afford a million pairs of them — but the love of this young girl was beyond any price.

“Look! We both have on white panties!” Veronica cried, grinning delightedly as she pointed this out with one hand, the other modestly covering her chest.

“Yes,” I acknowledged. “You get to take mine off, and I get to remove yours. Which of us should go first, do you think?”

Smiling bashfully, she asked, “C-can I? I’m the — the kid here, so I ought to go first.”

“Go ahead,” I said, indicating my panties with a smile.

Returning to one knee, she grasped the waistband at either hip and slid my knickers effortlessly down to the carpet, allowing me to step out of them. For the first time ever, I stood naked before my prepubescent lover.

Gaping in wonder, Veronica moistened her lips as she stared quizzically at the juncture between my thighs. It seemed to confuse her that my vulva was not only completely hairless, but baby smooth. She looked up at me, the question forming on her lips.

“I had it removed,” I said. “By laser.”

Her blue eyes widened in astonishment. “Didn’t that hurt?” she gasped.

“A little bit,” I admitted. “But never having to shave again is worth it.”

The truth — a frightening truth I would never divulge to an twelve year old — was how truly horrendous that experience had been. Given a choice to repeat it, I’d gladly take every nick and cut inflicted upon me by a razor for the rest of my life.

“May I take yours off now?” I asked, gesturing at her underpants.

Nodding, Veronica stepped back and half-raised her arms at her sides. Why she did that I don’t know, but it was much too adorable a pose to discourage. Grinning, I dropped to my right knee, grasped the waistband of her snowy white panties, took a deep breath, and drew them down Veronica’s legs. My heart was beating like a bird’s wings as the cleft of her vagina was revealed to me, so close to my face that I detected the faint scent of girlish musk.

I pushed Veronica’s panties down to her feet, she daintily stepped from them, and I paused, taking the first good look at the sex of a little girl I’d had since… oh, since I was her age, studying myself in a hand mirror.

Her slit was still that of a child, bereft of hair — but the hint of wetness that lingered so enticingly on her pudenda made it clear that this particular child possessed a woman’s desires.

I longed to taste her, to lean across the centimeters that separated us and run the tip of my tongue over Veronica’s slit — but I knew that our first time was not to be rushed. I meant to savor every inch of her; play her body like a musical instrument.

Rising to my feet, I stood before Veronica. We gazed blankly at one another, a woman and a little girl, both completely naked but for the tiny pink socks she wore. The prelude to the dance was over, the moment of truth upon us.

At that moment, the realization hit home in a big way: this beautiful child and I were going to have sex. All I could think of was How to begin?

I let my heart decide. Extending a hand to take hers, I softly said, “I love you, Veronica.”

Her face seemed to glow with happiness. “I… I love you too, Miss Parsons!”

Laughing gently, I gave her hand a little squeeze. “You don’t have to call me ‘Miss Parsons’ anymore, Veronica. My name is Chloe.”

She weighed the name, savored it. “Chloe…”

“Come on, sweetheart,” I moved toward the bed, drawing Veronica along. “Let’s get comfortable.”

I climbed onto the bed, my little lover in tow. We found ourselves kneeling face to face, hands clasped together.

“You know what we’re going to do now, don’t you?” I asked, gazing down at Veronica.

She gave a single nod, her body trembling almost imperceptibly. “We’re gonna… d-do stuff. Sexy stuff.”

So precious. “That’s one way of putting it, sweetheart… but how about this instead: you and I are going to make love.”

Veronica nodded, more vigorously this time. “Yeah. That’s way better! Make love…” She gave me a bashful smile.

Slowly twining both arms around my naked angel, I bent down to claim her mouth in a kiss.

The child was still slightly tense in my embrace — a fawn in an unfamiliar forest — so I began gently, not wanting to frighten her. All was softness. My lips pressed lightly to hers for a heartbeat or two, then I drew back, pausing to place a delicate peck on the tip of her nose.

“Did you like that?” I murmured.

“Yeah…” she sighed, giving me a big dreamy smile.

So I kissed her again, this time letting it linger. Our mouths lightly brushed together for one wondrous moment. I could feel the tension slowly ebb from Veronica as I held her.

We slowly parted, and this time I let my eyes speak for me, giving her the sexiest, most desire-filled look I could summon up. I moistened my lips with the tip of the tongue, just like an old lover of mine used to when she wanted to tease.

My sweet Veronica was flushed, breathing heavily. “Wow,” was all she could say.

I moved in to kiss her once again, and this time she was ready for more, tilting her head slightly as her eyes drifted shut.

When we came together, I brought my tongue into play, tracing a path along Veronica’s lower lip. She moaned into our kiss. I pressed my advantage, licking my way around her open mouth.

The child tensed for a surprised instant, then she seemed to melt into my arms as her own tongue began to timidly engage with mine. I encouraged her, coaxing it forth.

The slow unfolding of this young girl’s passion dazzled me, stole the breath from my body. Her tongue blossomed in my mouth, and I answered her with a rising heat of my own, crushing my lips to hers.

Veronica loved it, wrapping her arms around my neck as she kissed me with greater intensity, the edge of her childish lust growing keener by the second. She was pressing herself against me in a very tantalizing way, the softness of her belly occasionally grazing my smooth sex.

She made a tiny mew of disappointment when I suddenly withdrew my lips from hers, then whimpered with renewed delight as I began to nuzzle her neck, trailing moist open-mouthed kisses along her jawline, behind her ear, pausing to nip playfully at the lobe before moving down to the hollow of her throat.

“Oh,” Veronica moaned, all but delirious from these wonderful new sensations. “Oh.”

Tenderly cradling her in my arms, I laid Veronica down upon the bed, then stretched out alongside her.

Our mouths came together again, tongues mingling sweetly as my hand carefully ventured onto the plain of Veronica’s chest, seeking out a nipple. She sighed happily while I stroked the pink bud with a fingertip, making it stiffen.

Throwing caution to the winds, I slid down the bed, bending to take the child’s nipple between my lips. Her breasts were too slight to suckle easily, but I made up for that by pleasuring them with my tongue, making a show of licking at each nipple in turn. I placed my right leg over hers, allowing my thigh to rest lightly against the warmth of Veronica’s bare slit.

My child lover was squirming helplessly beneath me, overwhelmed by these strange new feelings. Her fear had magically evaporated; now, Veronica knew only joy. “Chloe… oh, Chloe, that feels so, so — ooooh, I don’t know!”

I’d planned to take my seduction of this enchanting twelve-year-old slowly, giving her time to adjust to and learn the ways of lesbian love. But it was clear that Veronica was eager to experience it all, more than ready for whatever I had to give. The little minx was rubbing her vulva into my leg, her head thrown back, mouth open.

I rolled onto my back, pulling Veronica on top of me. I sought out her lips with mine, and she kissed me eagerly, her little hands holding my face as she fucked my mouth with her tongue — there really was no other word for it. I nearly swooned, overwhelmed by the intensity of this child’s lust.

My hands traced a path down her back, lightly stroking the soft skin with the tips of my fingers, making her shiver deliciously as I made my way to her bottom. I cupped and fondled the angel-soft globes, picturing how they jiggled as she walked and liking the thought. I made a mental note to ask Veronica to strut around the room for me before she put her clothes back on.

Growing bolder, I allowed my fingers to delve between her buttocks, stroking the pucker of Veronica’s anus.

“Mmmmm… I like that,” she sighed happily, arching her hips.

I traced the tiny rosebud, pressing harder, very much wanting to slide a fingertip into her rectum. I recalled how, as an adventurous girl of fourteen, I had loved to penetrate my nether orifice with the handle of an old toothbrush, leaving it there while masturbating.

Deciding against going for further anal play so soon, though filing my desire away for the near future, I pursued a different goal: my little lover’s vulva. Down between her thighs my hand crept, seeking the honeyed core of Veronica’s sexuality.

Her slit was sticky and moist, and I traced the opening before easing the tip of my finger inside. A startled expression flashed upon her face, quickly fading to wide-eyed wonder. “Golly,” she whimpered, almost inaudibly. Encouraged, I began to press forward as gently as I was able, allowing the digit to penetrate Veronica even further. Her head lolled upon my shoulder, eyes drifting shut as her body relaxed, accepting my gentle invasion.

I probed deeper, slipping my index finger a millimeter at a time into the child’s tight vagina, Veronica’s breath coming in tiny gasps against my skin. Once I’d entered her up to the second knuckle, I withdrew a bit, then pushed back in again. I began to move in and out, feeling her open to me, growing increasingly hot and wet with each stroke. I’m fucking her, I told myself, I’m fucking my twelve-year-old lover.

I was careful not to rupture Veronica’s hymen, though I admit to imagining how it would be to have her give up her virginity to me, ask me to be the first to possess her completely. The thought made me shiver with lust. What might it be like to claim such a prize?

But that was for another time, if ever. For now, my objective was to give Veronica pleasure such as she had never known. I had no idea whether she had experienced orgasm before; but right then, I wanted more than anything to make her come.

Saying goodbye to my little girl’s nipples with a gentle kiss for each, I began to work my way downward, trailing my lips over her soft, soft skin. There was a tiny birthmark, about the size of a pencil eraser, along the stairway of Veronica’s ribcage; and I paused to pay loving homage to it before moving on.

Half of my finger was now inside the warm, moist sheath of the child’s vagina, moving in tight little circles. Far from feeling pain from my lewd intrusion, Veronica was enraptured, her hips shifting ever so slightly to that rolling finger as my lips ventured onto the frontier of her tummy.

I caressed the tender flesh with my face, breathing deeply, relishing the scent of her. Only now the familiar fragrance of Veronica was enhanced by a new, earthier aroma — and I felt a deep pulse in my womanly core at the realization that I was smelling her moist sex. My mouth watered, and I found myself even more desperate to taste her.

With that goal in mind, I continued down my little lover’s body, pausing to slide the tip of the tongue into Veronica’s navel. I expected her to be ticklish; instead, she moaned, then whispered, “That feels… so, s-so dreamy.”

Bidding the child’s belly adieu with another kiss, I nuzzled a pathway down to the gentle rise of her vulva, barely grazing the tender pink flesh with my lips. A tiny squeak escaped Veronica’s throat.

Then I laid between the sweet pillars of this little girl’s thighs, again taking in the view of her bare slit. This time, however, I would do much more than look.

You’re really going to do this, I told myself. You’re about to lick this child’s pussy. Give oral to a twelve-year-old girl.

At that moment, I was at peace. Any reservations I might have had before about making love to Veronica had vanished, as if conjured away by a magician’s deft hands.

Moistening my lips, I drifted closer; adorning that flawless sex with the gentlest of kisses.

“Oh, my g-gosh,” Veronica breathed, touching my head, her fingers twining into my thick auburn curls.

I paused, just long enough to sample her nectar from my lips. The thought made me smile. She was the flower, only just beginning to bloom… and I the bee, burrowing into her petals to gather the sweetness that flowed there.

Pretty corny, I told myself with an amused grimace as I placed my hands on Veronica’s slender hips, tongue emerging to take that first intoxicating lick.

“Ohhhhhhh…” she whimpered, her body arching in response. “Oooh, Chloe, that f-feels wonderful!”

I replied by licking her again, bathing the entirety of Veronica’s sex with a long, slow swipe of the tongue. She shivered deliciously, and I settled in to work, pleasuring my young lover with everything I had.

Thick, tart juices oozed from her vagina, painting my lips as I coaxed them forth. Mmmmm, delicious. Thirsting for more, I covered the smooth slit with my mouth and simply drank from my little Veronica — her essence flowing like warm honey over my tongue. With my thumb and index finger, I sought out her clitoris, gently manipulating the tiny pearl, nudging her ever closer to the oblivion of orgasm.

I could feel her hands tighten, clutching my head between her legs. Her rapid breathing evolved into a mewling cry that grew steadily in volume as I lavished affection on this baby-smooth slit, lying before this nude girl as if worshiping a goddess.

Then she was coming, tiny tremors racing through her legs that quickly swelled into shudders. I felt her fingernails bite into my scalp, heard hoarse, wordless moans escape her throat. Undaunted, I continued to pleasure Veronica with mouth and fingers until she cried, “No, no, n-no more!” clumsily shoving my face away.

As she recovered, gulping for breath, I left tender kisses on my little lover’s inner thighs, then began to work my way up her trembling body, reversing the path I’d taken earlier. Over the slight rise of her vulva — making Veronica inhale sharply when I adorned the flushed sex with a quick kiss — then onto the soft plain of her tummy.

With lips and tongue I traced a path between the twinned mounds of her barely-there breasts, pausing to briefly suckle each nipple in turn. Veronica sighed pleasurably, wrapping her arms around my back.

Up her chest to the regal pillar of the neck, over her chin, and then my mouth was upon hers. I was uncertain if Veronica would want to kiss me after I’d gone down on her, but her response stole my breath away — she crushed her lips to mine, her tongue darting into my mouth. I matched her ardor, kissing this exquisite child with every ounce of passion in me.

Finally we broke apart, Veronica gazing at me with astonished eyes. “I love you, Chloe!” she gasped. “Oh, gosh, Chloe, I love you so m-much!”

My heart was so full at that instant that I was dangerously close to crying. Instead I took a deep, calming breath, then gave my new lover an adoring smile. “I love you too, sweetheart. It’s… I’m not sure it’s ever been like this for me, the way I feel about you.”

A dazzled Veronica parted her lips to speak — then, with an almost imperceptible shake of the head, she kissed me, conveying her feelings without words. I responded, exploring this precious child’s succulent mouth.

A while later, she was curled up like a kitten in my arms, resting her head on my shoulder.

“Chloe?” she whispered, raising herself to look at me.

“Yes, angel.”

“I want to… to do sex stuff to you now. Just like you did to me. Can I, please?”

It was so touching, my beloved Veronica meekly asking for permission to pleasure me. I cupped her face in both hands, noting how warm her flushed cheeks were. “You don’t have to ask, Veronica. We’re lovers now, you and I — and you can do whatever you like to me. My body is yours.”

Her expression was dreamy. “Neat…”

Placing a soft kiss upon that delicate mouth for encouragement, I lay back, my head sinking into the pillow’s embrace. Both arms at my side, legs casually spread, I was completely open for Veronica. Rising to kneel beside me, she took in the entirety of my naked body, her gaze lingering for a heartbeat upon the smooth crease of my vulva, now visibly moist.

Her eyes, suddenly bashful, met mine. “Um… I’m not sure what t-to do,” she mumbled, cheeks pinked with embarrassment.

I felt for Veronica’s hand, took it in mine. “It’s not a test, sweetheart,” I replied soothingly. “This is a time for you to explore… to learn about a woman’s body.” I paused to lightly kiss the tips of her fingers. “You love me, don’t you?”

She nodded vigorously. “I do love you, Chloe. So much I feel like — like I could explode!”

I smiled. “Then you don’t have to worry about what to do, honey.” With that, I relaxed, my eyes drifting shut, ready to be pleasured by this child of twelve.

The first thing I felt was her mouth, whisper-soft against mine. I parted my lips, a warm glow enveloping me as I received Veronica’s kiss, her tongue emerging to play. The impulse was there to kiss her back, to match her passion. Instead, I only responded with a gentle moan, encouraging Veronica to take the initiative in our lovemaking.

Fingers lightly brushed my breast, then her hand opened like a flower to cup the tender globe. I felt Veronica’s body stretch alongside mine, her vulva warm and moist against my side. She fondled one breast, then the other, now circling my lips with her tongue.

My cunt was a roaring furnace, and I ached with the need for orgasmic release. But I wanted my young lover to move at her own pace, to discover the delights of sex for herself.

Her mouth left mine with a flick of the tongue, and I opened my eyes to see Veronica’s face beaming down at me. “I like kissing you,” she sighed. “Your lips taste good.”

I reached up to stroke her cheek. “Have you ever kissed anyone this way before, sweetheart? You’re very good at it.”

“Me?” she squeaked in surprise and delight. “No, never… I wouldn’t kiss a smelly boy for anything. Yuck! And I don’t know any girls who’d let me kiss ’em. I’d be scared to even try.”

I gazed deep into her eyes. “Well, you have me now, don’t you?”

Oh God, the dreamy expression on her sweet face at that instant… it made me melt inside. “Yeah,” she whispered, and her mouth descended to cover mine once more.

We kissed lovingly for a while longer, then Veronica drew away again. “I… I want to kiss the rest of you now,” she said.

“You may,” I replied with a smile, then closed my eyes.

I felt the light touch of Veronica’s lips as they grazed my neck. She was a little hesitant at first, but I only relaxed, counting on my little lover to gain confidence as she went.

She journeyed down to the hollow of my throat and further, kissing a moist path between my breasts. She raised her face from me, and I felt the warmth of her breath caressing a nipple. Then the wet heat of her mouth enveloped the stiffening bud.

It was lovely, lovely. My fingers tangled in Veronica’s blonde hair as she suckled me, and I allowed my free hand to glide down the smooth plain of her back until it was cupping the pert globes of my little lover’s bottom.

She pleasured my breasts for a long, wonderful while — switching from one nipple to the other; biting them gently, then harder, when I encouraged her to; fondling the unoccupied breast while she nursed. Young as Veronica was, she seemed to possess a real instinct for lesbian lovemaking.

Suddenly she was on the move once more — nuzzling her way further downward, pressing deep kisses into the softness of my belly. I couldn’t help but giggle when she probed my belly button, just as I had hers; then laughed out loud when she buried her face in my tummy and blew hard, making a loud farting sound. Pleased with herself, Veronica raised her face to flash me a grin.

“Silly girl,” I murmured fondly, tousling her hair.

With that, my little nymph bent to her work once more, her lips moving lower, still lower; down to the rise of my mons. I could feel my heart thudding wildly as she lightly kissed the smooth cleft, then took a fleeting lick.

She paused to sample the flavor before humming approvingly, burrowing deeper between my thighs for more.

It was glorious. My twelve-year-old lover was feasting on my cunt as if it were a long-awaited treat, licking and slurping with eager abandon. I could feel Veronica’s excitement, how thrilled she was to be loving me with her mouth. I was a goddess, the mother of universes. I contained multitudes.

Oh my love,” I gasped, raising myself up onto both elbows, suddenly wanting to see everything, to watch Veronica as she went down on me.

It was quite a sight, too. The child’s hands rested on either side of my vulva, framing her face. Her expression was so dreamy, as if she was eating the most scrumptious ice cream cone imaginable. Veronica licked my pussy, then kissed it, licked it several more times, then slurped wetly at my labia before pressing in to kiss me again.

She saw me looking, and lifted her head from the juncture of my thighs to gasp, “Your p-pussy is so pretty!” Taking another long lick, her eyes met mine again and she added, “It’s totally yummy, too…”

Veronica was paying the most attention to my vaginal opening, which felt incredible — but when her tongue grazed my pulsing clitoris, I cried out loud. “Oh. Oh yes! Right there, angel –oohhh, that’s s-so good!”

She gave me what I wanted, licking the tender nubbin again and again. Then I felt her warm lips envelop my clit, sucking at the tip as if it were a soda straw — and that was when the roof fell in, or at least it seemed to.

It began as a node of warmth in my belly and grew so swiftly I couldn’t even scream. A molten core of lava had broken open, its white-hot mass spilling forth, rushing in torrents through every inch of me. I rocked from side to side, fingernails clawing into the sheets.

The pleasure was quickly becoming too much to bear, but Veronica kept nursing from my cunt like a greedy infant. Another orgasm seized my poor battered body before I could summon up the breath to beg my young lover to stop. Instead, I had to push her away, hoping she wouldn’t misunderstand.

Luckily, she didn’t. I felt her place a tender kiss just above my mound, then another on my tummy. Two more for my breasts — one on each nipple — and a parting kiss to my chin before my precious Veronica nestled herself into me. My body was bathed from head to toe in sweat, but bless her, she didn’t seem to mind. Her little hand slipped into mine, and I gave it a soft squeeze.

We lay side by side, silent, at peace.

*****

It was an hour later. Veronica and I were still in bed… only now we were beneath the sheets.

I rested, hands behind my head, gazing into Veronica’s china-blue eyes, her warm cheek touching my breast. She smiled at me shyly and I smiled back. Had I ever felt so good before? Would I ever again?

“So. How long have you been planning this, you little minx?” I asked.

Grinning, she said: “Oh… only forever!”

“Forever isn’t a long time for a twelve-year-old,” I reminded her.

“Okay, for the last coupla months,” she yawned, snuggling into me. “I thought about you that way for lots longer, though — since I was about nine. That’s when I knew you liked me.”

“How did you know?” I asked in wonderment. “I mean, the way I felt about you?”

“How could I not know?” she replied, rolling her eyes.

“It was that obvious?”

She grinned. “It was to me.”

I leaned forward and kissed her forehead, and then the tip of her nose. The beige silk sheet covered our nude bodies up to the waist. Smiling, Veronica tugged it up to her shoulders and, raising her head, touched her lips to my left nipple, then the right. God, I adored this child.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you earlier, sweetheart,” I murmured, stroking her smooth back.

“You didn’t hurt me,” she replied. Then, “Well… maybe just a little.”

Achieving a 69 position with a 4’6″ tall sixth-grader had been something of a challenge. I’d first made the mistake of placing Veronica on the bottom, and had come close to simultaneously smothering her and dislocating her hips. Things had gone much more smoothly when I’d let the child range freely atop me, lowering her sex to my waiting mouth before burrowing between my thighs. I’d had to prop my head up with all the pillows on the bed, and the next day my neck would probably be stiff as a pine plank — but I had been able to lick her while she licked me.

I could still feel the caress of her lips against my vulva, and the insistent probing of her tongue inside me. My clitoris still tingled. The sweet, tangy flavor of her still lingered on my lips.

“You’ll have to brush your teeth before you go home,” I murmured. “I’ve got a new toothbrush you can use.”

She made a face. “I guess, yeah. Wish I didn’t have to, though. I like that I can still, y’know, taste your pussy.” She licked at her lips, then giggled. “Mmmm… better than candy!”

I had to laugh. “Well, thanks for the compliment.” Idly, I touched the largest and darkest of her infrequent freckles. Veronica’s nose had sunburned recently, as had her shoulders, and I carefully detached a tiny piece of loose skin. “You’re too fair for your own good, sweetheart,” I told her. “You’ll burn, even with sunblock.”

“I know,” she shrugged. “I always do.”

I craned up again and nuzzled her beautiful face, then drew my little lover into a proper kissing position. My arms curled around her back, and hers twined about my neck. I could feel the warmth and the slight wetness of her labia against my lower belly. We kissed, and I suddenly recalled the sensation of her delicate, inquisitive tongue inside my vagina, a thought that made me shiver.

Veronica broke away to peer at me, her eyes dancing in amusement. “I know what you’re think-ing a-bout…” she sang.

“I’m sure you don’t,” I teased back, then I drew her to me and let my tongue engage and entwine with hers. It was wonderful beyond words, kissing Veronica. Her mouth was sweet as a ripened peach, flavored with a hint of my womanly nectar.

After a long, lovely while our lips slowly drifted apart, and my little lover peered at the antique French clock on my bedtable, a glum expression appearing on her face as she noted the time. “Mom’s gonna be home before too long,” she pouted. “S’pose we oughta get all cleaned up now, huh?” She gave a sigh heavy enough to sink a rowboat.

At first I tried not to let my amusement show. My, how dramatic young girls can be…

Then the significance of her words sank in. My friend Ellen would be steering her Lexus into the driveway next door in about half an hour or less, and I had her twelve-year-old daughter in my bed, both of us naked and bathed in the thick musk of lesbian sex.

No need to panic just yet — but Veronica and I couldn’t afford to dawdle, either.

“You’re right, sweetheart,” I replied, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. “C’mon, you — let’s take a shower.”

“Both of us? At the same time? Cool!” she squealed, her gloom magically wiped away. Casting the sheets aside with a sweep of her arm, she jumped to her feet.

I paused in mid-stretch to gape at her, a jolt of new desire coursing through me at the sight of Veronica’s supple body, still gloriously bare. She seemed almost like a magical creature at that instant, a pixie sent to enchant me.

Sternly squelching my reawakened lust, I beckoned her to follow, leading my little lover into the adjoining bathroom.

Once in the shower, we took turns getting wet, then I took a bottle of liquid soap and squirted a generous dollop of the pink stuff into Veronica’s palm, then mine. “Let’s wash each other,” I told her. We had time for that much fun, at least.

It was truly lovely, soaping up this exquisite girl while she did the same for me. Then we kissed hungrily, our bodies pressed together in a slippery embrace.

I already wanted Veronica again, ached to possess my wicked angel just once more beneath the flowing water — and the longing look I saw on her face told me that she was of the same mind.

“We’d better not, sweetheart,” I murmured, gazing into those china-blue eyes. “No time.”

“I know,” she sighed.

We took turns rinsing off, then I shut off the water and we emerged dripping from the shower. Reaching for a thick towel, I briskly dried Veronica, then let her return the favor. Then I sat her down on the toilet and went to work with my hair dryer and a brush. It wouldn’t do for Ellen to see her daughter with wet hair, not on such a sunny day!

That accomplished, Veronica and I came together in one last hug while we were still nude. She tilted her head up to mine and we kissed, our tongues gently engaging. My hands slipped down Veronica’s body to cradle her pert little bottom, and I felt her hands cupping my breasts, brushing my nipples erect with her fingers.

Finally we broke apart, exchanging resigned smiles, padded back into the bedroom and began to dress, not without an occasional wistful glance at one another as we concealed our nakedness. Veronica put her school clothes back on while I changed into comfy slacks and a flannel shirt — my usual attire when at home and writing.

Minutes later, we two were downstairs in the living room, innocently going through a portfolio of artwork I’d accumulated through the past few years for the Jessica Hightower books, including a few rejected pieces. My new lover was a wide-eyed girl again, eagerly discussing the pros and cons of each drawing with me.

When we saw Ellen steer her Lexus into the next-door driveway, I fumbled for Veronica’s hand, giving it a brief squeeze before we rose to make our way to the front door.

As her mother emerged from the car, trim and elegant in her pants suit, Veronica skipped down my stairs to meet her. “Hey, Mom!” she chirped. “I forgot where Daddy put the key, so Miss Parsons let me stay with her till you got home.”

Ellen rolled her eyes. “Veronica, I swear…” she sighed, then gave me a sheepish smile. “Hi, Chloe. Thanks for looking after our little space cadet.” She tousled her daughter’s hair.

“Oh, it was my pleasure,” I laughed. “She’s good company –especially after spending all day in front of the word processor.”

That was when a truly divine stroke of inspiration hit me.

“You know, El,” I said, “if it’s okay with you, I don’t see why Veronica can’t drop by every day after school. I’m almost always here in the afternoon, and I’d be happy to look after her until you get home.”

Veronica clapped her hands in glee, suddenly bouncing up and down where she stood. “Yeah!” she cried. “Oh, Mom — can I, can I?”

Ellen frowned. “But, Chloe — haven’t you got work to do? I can’t let Veronica take you away from that…”

I shook my head. “No, no, it’s fine. It’ll do me a world of good to take a break around then, anyhow… and like I said, she’s perfect company. Honestly, I’d love to have her.” In more ways than one, my wicked libido added, but I quickly pushed the thought away.

“Please, Mom, please?” begged Veronica, clasping both hands together before her in a prayerful pose. “I’ll be good, and do everything she tells me to — honest I will!”

Ellen furrowed her brow. “Well… we’ll have to discuss this with your father first, honey,” she replied. “Now go inside and change out of your school clothes. I need to talk to Chloe for a minute.”

“Okay, Mom,” she shrugged, then bounced up the stairs. I had to resist a powerful urge to stare at her legs. When she reached the door, Veronica turned to wave at me. “Bye, Miss Parsons. Thanks for letting me stay over. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow, huh?”

“Bye, Veronica,” I murmured, not knowing what else to say.

She gave me the hugest smile before going inside, leaving me lightheaded with renewed desire.

Turning back to Ellen, I was startled to see a stern look on her face. “Chloe Parsons,” she said in a low, even voice, “I’ve got a bone to pick with you — and it’s about Veronica.”

Suddenly it felt as though the temperature had jumped twenty degrees in an instant. Oh God oh God oh God… does she know? How on earth could she possibly know?

My head swam, and I struggled desperately to remain calm while seeming surprised. “Why, Ellen? What’s the m-matter?”

She folded her arms, one eyebrow arched. “Did you really give my daughter four cookies the other day?”

Now, I had to conceal the intense relief I felt. “Oh, my… should I not have done that?”

“Well, no,” Ellen replied. “For one thing, she barely touched her dinner that night. But even for dessert, I never let her eat more than two cookies. We’re trying to keep her from having too much refined sugar, you know.”

I spread my arms in a gesture of supplication. “God, I’m sorry, Ellen. I wasn’t even thinking. Well, don’t worry — I didn’t offer her any sweets today!” I hastened to add.

Her smile had returned. “Good. If she’s in the mood for a snack, give her an orange or a banana.” She touched my arm. “Sorry if I sound like one of those neurotic moms you see on talk shows. And if you really don’t mind having Veronica hang out with you after school, that’s fine by me. Lord knows it’s better than having her pottering about at home by herself!”

I envisioned a string of afternoons with my twelve-year-old lover, the two of us naked and stretched out on my bed, sharing kisses.

“I want you to promise me, though,” Ellen continued, a hint of sternness returning to her face, “that if you have something important to take care of, some work to do — or if you just need some time to yourself — you’ll send Veronica straight home. Promise?”

“Okay, okay,” I chuckled. “You have my word, El. If anything at all comes up, I’ll give her a rain check.”

“Perfect. And now –” she gave an exasperated sigh — “I’m gonna get out of these damn heels and have myself a stiff drink before I get started on dinner. Work was an absolute bear today.” She mounted the stairs, then paused, turning back. “Hey, by the way, you and I need to get out sometime… let our shopping demons run amuck!”

“Sounds like an idea,” I nodded. “I need a jacket to match that skirt from Janaway’s — you remember, the oatmeal tweed? How about Saturday?”

“Works for me. We can do lunch at Chez Phillippe.” She gave a brief wave. “See you, Chloe.”

“Night, Ellen,” I replied to my neighbor’s retreating figure.

When her door closed, I wandered back into my own house in a joyful daze. Drifting upstairs, I entered the bedroom where the smell of our lovemaking still lingered. I’m not embarrassed to admit that I lay down on my bed, burying my face in the place where Veronica had been when I went down on her that first time, breathing deeply of the sex-scented sheets.

Finally I rose, took a bottle of wine and a glass from the cabinet next to my desk, then sat down before the computer, where I logged on and entered the word processor. My mind was crackling with creative energy, eager to compose.

Six hours later, I’m still here, putting the final touches on this amazing story. I began it by describing my helpless passion for the twelve-year-old girl next door, then set down an account of how she and I first made love. Unlike so many other creations from my pen, this tale will never be shared with anyone — well, perhaps Veronica, one day.

I admit to feeling rather dazed at the thought of the danger involved in my venture into lesbian love with a girl so young. It’s madness, honestly — carrying on an passionate love affair with the barely pubescent daughter of my next door neighbors. A chill races along my spine at the thought of being caught at my perverted doings by Ellen and Paul, of losing my career as an author of children’s books, even my freedom.

There are many possibilities — some glorious, some tragic, and I have no certain idea of where things will lead from here. For the moment, at least, Veronica and I are lovers. But I’m not so dazzled by sunshine and rainbows that I expect what we have to last forever. My sweetheart will be a teenager soon, and eager to stretch her wings. Her eye will quite naturally stray to other girls, and some of them will return her interest. She’ll seek out new experiences, new partners as she explores her sexuality to the full.

I certainly won’t begrudge her that, and hope I’ll be strong enough to let things end with a smile when the day comes to set my little sweetheart free. It’s enough that Veronica has made me feel more alive — and more loved — than I have in years. I’ll content myself with being hers for now — and for as long as she’ll have me.

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Author’s Note:

This story began its life as a back-and-forth collaboration between myself and a dear friend I’ll simply call L, who had three exquisite stories posted at Leslita under the name Rebecka. We wrote about three parts each (about a quarter of the completed work) before L asked me to finish the rest myself, because we were spending so much time on it that she was unable to work on her own project. That turned out to be her wonderful novelette “Snow Angels,” which you can find here.

I spent the next eighteen months or so filling this story out, always in the midst of writing other things for Leslita. In the process, I ended up adding to and reworking the parts we’d already done as the tale grew and grew.

L and I fell out of touch with the passing of time, but she lives on for me in this story. Wherever she may be, I’ll always think fondly of her… and will not be surprised at all if she turns up again one happy day.

By JetBoy

To begin at the beginning: I was a woman in love. That was my problem. What made it a problem was the object of my romantic obsession: Veronica, my neighbors’ daughter, a child of twelve.

She was exquisite, a willowy girl with long blonde hair and china-blue eyes. Since her mother was one of my closest friends, I was able to see her now and again when I dropped by to visit; but I also spent more time than I’m willing to admit simply observing her. Catching a glimpse of Veronica was always a highlight of my day. Oh, I had it bad, without a doubt.

Veronica was a vision of loveliness in pleated gray and red skirts and matching blazers, white knee-highs and plain cotton blouses. Some mornings I used to find myself getting up early, stationing myself by the upstairs window to watch as she made her way to the street corner, where she waited for the school bus with a few other neighborhood kids. She would strut defiantly down the sidewalk; hair bouncing, arms swinging at her sides, backpack dangling adventurously from one shoulder.

The way she moved at those times seemed so knowing — like the young girl she was, yet somehow strangely sexual. The hunger I felt at those moments was all but unbearable, and I often succumbed to the urge to masturbate as I spied on her from my bedroom.

I was especially mesmerized by the sight of those slender legs of hers, the soft, pale flesh visible between her stockings and the hem of the skirt. How many times had I longed for the wind to whip up around her, lifting that skirt to reveal those bare thighs all the way up to her white panties? I imagined they were white, anyway — the only proper color for a twelve-year-old’s underthings.

Until I fell in love with Veronica, I’d never even entertained the idea of sexual intimacy with a little girl. Women, yes — I’d certainly had my share of female bed partners, and an occasional man for those times when I craved a cock not made of latex. So when I first laid eyes upon this elegant child, back when she was a mere sapling of eight, the sudden unexpected warmth I felt inside only confused me. It took several more encounters with Veronica before I divined my true feelings for her, a realization that left me completely unnerved.

Veronica always seemed to be present when I was spending time with her mother Ellen. We’d be seated in the living room sipping coffee, and she’d be sprawled carelessly on the floor in shorts, nose buried in a book. It was all I could do to hold up my end of the conversation, what with those beautiful bare legs stretched out before me. I’d steal quick glances here and there, a deep-banked heat pulsing between my thighs all the while. Inevitably, soon as I strolled back across the street and through my front door, I’d climb the stairs to my bedroom, strip down and finger myself to climax, taunted by images of that flawless child and the memory of Ellen’s amused voice that time she said, when her daughter left the room for a moment, “I swear, that girl’s got some kind of crush on you. She only ever hangs around like that when you’re here.”

I knew it was wrong for a grown woman to feel this way, but little Veronica had ensnared me, body and soul. I’d lie awake at night, fantasies of cradling her in my arms and kissing her soft, sweet mouth flickering through my head like an endlessly repeating film loop. This forbidden desire seemed to consume me, like no passion I’d known since I was a confused girl of fourteen, hopelessly in love with my math teacher Mrs. Sloan.

I hungered for Veronica, longed to make her mine. Today, right out of the blue, my wish came true.

This story really began a few days earlier, though. It was 3:45 last Wednesday afternoon when the doorbell rang. I was engaged in a phone conversation and, pausing with a hand covering the receiver, called out: “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Miss Parsons!” Veronica’s sweetly childish voice rang out.

Startled, I lost my grip on the cell phone, and barely managed to snatch it from the air before it clattered to the parquet floor.

“I’ll call you back,” I said hurriedly to my publisher and started for the foyer. Reaching the door, pausing to hold my breath and then letting it out slowly, telling my heartbeat to behave itself, I opened the door and faced my youthful enchantress.

“Hello, Veronica,” I said, “is something the matter?”

She stood with her hands clasped behind her back, toes together, looking somewhat shamefaced.

“What is it, dear?” I asked her gently.

“I… I’m locked out,” she said simply.

“Locked out?” Peering across the court to her house, I saw no one –because, of course, no one was home. Veronica was a latch key child.

I knew what I wanted to do — invite her inside, tell her to relax, to make herself at home. But confronted with the object of my illicit desire, I was suddenly terrified. Of her. Of myself. Of the lust that crackled and hissed inside me. Of what I might do to this innocent little girl, given the chance. So I panicked.

Pointedly glancing at my watch, I told her, “I’m sorry, Veronica, but I’m just on my way to a meeting with my publisher about the new book. Can I, um, drop you somewhere?”

At the mention of my book, her eyes brightened. Veronica, through her mother, was one of the few souls who knew that yours truly, Chloe Parsons, was also Daniela White, author of the Jessica Hightower adolescent mysteries. I’d just completed book number six in what was to be an eight volume series, and my publishing house was scheduled to print the first run in less than a week.

“New book? You mean The Sleepover Puzzle?” she said excitedly.

I had to laugh at her youthful exuberance, knowing that in a few short years she’d probably regard the books as did most of the world: juvenile garbage.

“Yes, dear, The Sleepover Puzzle. And I didn’t forget –the first autographed copy goes to you.”

I expected her to jump up and down, clapping excitedly, and was not disappointed. Veronica’s skirt moved along with her bounces, and the quick peek I got of her pale thighs had me lightheaded with lust. Still, I really did have that meeting, though I actually didn’t need to leave for another half hour.

Then I had a thought. “I don’t mind if you wait here while I’m gone, you know. Would you like to hang around until your parents get home?”

She pondered, then shook her head. “No, thanks, Miss Parsons. All I need is to use your telephone.”

“The telephone?” I echoed inanely. Honestly, Chloe, I chided myself. Repeating after a twelve-year-old? Are you that addled?

“Who do you want to call, sweetheart?” I asked.

“My dad has a key hidden somewhere. He told me if I ever needed it, I should just call him — and he’d tell me where to look.”

I suppose that made some kind of sense, though not to me, really. Making a locked-out girl of twelve call to find out the whereabouts of a spare key to her own home?

Reading my expression, she shrugged. “Dad thinks I’d just blab where it was to all my friends… and then he might as well just leave the house unlocked.”

I nodded. Her dad, bless him, had a point. But then, he was a parent.

“Well, come in,” I said. “You can’t phone him from the doorstep.”

Although, of course, she could. After all, the cell phone I’d been using moments ago was in the pocket of the jacket I wore. Letting Veronica pass, then closing the door behind her, I forced myself to refrain from even touching that pocket. My heart was hammering again. All I could think about was the downstairs extension and how it had conked out on me yesterday. The only other phone in the house was upstairs on the second floor in my bedroom.

In my bedroom, on the table next to my bed.

Heart racing, I led Veronica into the living room and lifted the dead extension, pretending to be taken aback when it didn’t work. “Oh, dear… we’ll have to go upstairs,” I explained.

With perfect innocence, she asked, “Don’t you have a cell phone?”

With perfect subterfuge, I replied, “Oh, I do — but it’s in the car. My bedroom is much closer.” Smiling, I bid the way up the stairs with a sweeping gesture.

Girlishly skipping up the narrow flight, Veronica leaped ahead of me by five or six steps, enough that I could glance up her skirt to see yellow cotton panties covering her delectable rear end. Though foolishly disappointed they weren’t white, my regret was dwarfed by the warmth that now blossomed between my legs. An image of lifting her skirt and pressing my face into that delectable little bottom had me so wet, it seemed as if I could smell myself. I guiltily wondered if Veronica could detect the scent of a woman in heat.

At the bedroom door, I ushered Veronica in and watched her cross the floor to the bedside table. Here then, was the best chance I’d ever have of kissing this exquisite girl’s soft shoulders, caressing her smooth, boyish chest, brushing her delicate vulva with my lips and tongue. I wanted to moan, and almost did.

Receiver in hand, forefinger poised over the number pad, Veronica gave me a look of concern. “Miss Parsons? Are you all right?”

Damn. I swallowed, composed myself. “Oh, I’m fine,” I murmured. “A b-bit out of breath, that’s all.”

“Oh. Okay.” Veronica turned back to the phone, punching in the number as she’d surely done hundreds of times before. She held the receiver to her ear, her head tilted adorably to one side, and waited.

“May I please speak to Mr. Moyer in Accounting?” she asked in a perfect, Father’s Little Girl voice… but as her eyes met mine, she shook her head, a tiny smirk attached. “Daddy insists on good phone manners,” she whispered.

She suddenly turned toward the window, peering across at her house. “Daddy? It’s me.” A pause as she listened to the voice on the other end.

“Um, I forgot my key, so I’m locked out.” She turned to smile at me, rather sheepishly. “I’m at Miss Parsons’ house. She’s letting me use her phone.”

Veronica’s father spoke again, and the child sighed. “I know, Daddy. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to forget… Can you tell me where the key is? Pleeease…?”

There was a pause, and Veronica pursed her lips in concentration as she listened to her father’s instructions, finally breaking into a smile. “Thanks, Daddy! I love you… okay, I will. Bye!” She made several kissing sounds, and then jammed the receiver back into its cradle. “Daddy told me to say ‘thank you’, Miss Parsons.”

I couldn’t help but grin. “Tell him he’s very welcome.”

She sighed. “He gets so grumpy when I forget things.” Shifting from one foot to the other, she mumbled, “Um, okay. You still have to leave, don’t you? Well, I guess I ought to…” She gestured toward the door.

Now, I knew very well what I should do at that moment: take Veronica downstairs, give her a goodbye and a pat on the shoulder; then send this lovely child on her way.

Of course, I did no such thing.

Instead I replied, as casually as I was able, “Oh, I’m not in that big a hurry, sweetheart. You don’t have to leave right away, if you don’t want.” I gestured at the Picasso print I’d had mounted and framed a few weeks ago. “What do you think of this? I just picked it up.”

Pursing her lips, Veronica studied the colorful print, and then giggled in delight. “I love it,” she chirped. “It’s sort of like… a cartoon!” Then she gazed around the room for the first time, eyes widening at what she saw.

I love to collect beautiful things, and had placed some of my favorites in the bedroom. I watched as Veronica studied the Japanese Noh masks that adorned the wall, the Streamline Moderne lamp I got for five dollars from a junk shop, the cat-shaped salt and pepper shakers that rested on each end of my writing desk, the walnut bookcase filled with dozens of snow globes I’d accumulated through the years. These treasures and more had transformed what had been an ordinary room into my own little corner of paradise.

Now I had a new treasure, her face alight with awe as she slowly turned where she stood, taking it all in. “Wow, Miss Parsons!” she gushed. “I like everything in here. What a cool place.”

She sat down on the edge of my bed. “And this feels soooo soft!” she cooed, giving it a tentative bounce. Bashfully, she asked: “Can I lie down and see how it feels? I’ll take my shoes off first, promise.”

My throat felt as if I’d taken a gulp of baking powder, but somehow I managed to say, “Sure you can, sweetheart.”

Grinning widely, Veronica bent down to slip off her Mary Janes, then swung her stocking-clad legs onto the bed. She laid back, the gold of her hair shining all the more brightly when spread out against my white pillow.

“Mmmm… This is really comfy, Miss Parsons — way nicer than my bed!” She sighed, wiggling her toes.

“I’ve always slept very well on it,” was my reply, as if I were in a mattress commercial. Gracious, I must have sounded like a perfect fool.

Resting her clasped hands on her tummy, Veronica asked: “Miss Parsons…?”

“Yes, dear?” Keep calm. Relax, damn it.

“Ummm… do you think I’m pretty?”

Well. So much for being calm. Yet the words came far more easily than I would have suspected.

“Yes, I do, Veronica, dear. I think you’re one of the prettiest, most adorable little girls I’ve ever seen.” I was shy, feeling my face go hot as I spoke.

Veronica blushed too, her cheeks pinking with pleasure. “Thank you, Miss Parsons. And I think you’re the… the loveliest lady I know!”

I was genuinely dazzled. My, she does know how to turn a woman’s head, I thought. “That’s very sweet of you, Veronica. Thanks.”

She was grinning, more confident now. “I mean it… you’re so pretty — sexy, even!”

I was on fire, aching to climb onto the bed with this flawless little nymph, draw her into my arms and kiss that sweet, smooth mouth. Would it taste like lip gloss, Life Savers, bubble gum? I wondered.

There was something in Veronica’s eyes, her smile, her body language — something I saw told me that if I did kiss her, she wouldn’t mind it at all.

But then that old demon Fear began to whisper in my ear once again.

What in the name of everything holy was I thinking of? Making a play for my next-door neighbors’ twelve-year-old daughter? What if she freaked out, or began to cry? Was I prepared to face the consequences if Veronica told her parents that I’d attempted to make love to her?

I swallowed with difficulty, and then spoke. “Goodness, Veronica… if you keep showering me with such lovely compliments, I might get a swelled head.” Then I pretended to get an idea. “Why don’t we go down to the kitchen, sweetheart? We can have cookies and a glass of milk before I leave.”

For an instant I thought I caught a flash of regret in Veronica’s eyes; then it was gone. Was she actually disappointed at having to leave my bed?

“Okay,” she agreed, and sat up, pausing to slip into her shoes before rising to her feet.

“Shall we?” I offered, extending a hand to her. Veronica accepted it, and we left the bedroom, heading downstairs to the kitchen… and for me, safety.

Veronica seated herself at the table while I opened a box of chocolate chip cookies and arranged them on a plate, then poured two glasses of milk. I felt a mad impulse to sneak a splash of scotch into my glass, enough to loosen the knot of tension in my belly.

Reluctantly tearing my eyes away from the bottle of Glenlivet, I handed Veronica her glass, seating myself in the chair opposite hers. “Help yourself,” I told her, then we tucked into our little snack.

Three cookies and an empty glass later, my adorable little neighbor sat back in her chair, patting her tummy. “You have such an awesome place, Miss Parsons,” she sighed dreamily, glancing around my kitchen.

“Why, thank you, Veronica,” I replied. “I grew up in this house, you know. I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else… it would be like losing a piece of myself.”

The youngster was staring down at the table top, poking at a stray cookie crumb. “May I – do you think I could maybe, um, come by again someday, and you could show me around some more?” She was blushing very prettily.

Trying to make it seem perfectly innocent, I placed a hand upon hers. “Of course you can, sweetheart. I’d love to give you the grand tour –don’t know why I’ve never offered to do it before, actually. You can drop by anytime.”

“Cool!” she squealed, breaking into a huge grin. “I c-can’t wait!”

Neither can I, little one, I thought, enthralled by the elegant line of her neck. I ached to kiss her there, to breathe in the faint perfume of her skin.

“I really like all those glass ball thingies,” she said, “the ones that snow inside. How’d you get so many?”

“That’s an interesting question… and they’re called snow globes, by the way.” She nodded, listening raptly, and I plowed on. “Five years ago I had a profile in the New York Times, and I don’t know how the subject came up – but I happened to mention that I liked snow globes. I only had about twenty at the time, but after that, folks started sending them to me — well, to my agent, really, since they don’t know my real name. There were dozens, from all over the world. I’ve got over three hundred by now. Most of them are in the library, but I keep my favorites up in the bedroom.”

Veronica’s eyes were huge. “Three hundred? Wow!”

That’s when I had a flash of inspiration. Rising from my seat, I said, “Wait here, sweetheart. I’ve got something you might like.”

I hastened down the hallway to this huge storage closet of mine. Opening the heavy oaken door, I searched through the crammed shelves until I found what I wanted: a duplicate of one of my nicest snow globes, at least four decades old: a little Dutch girl on ice skates.

Emerging with my prize, giddy with excitement, I positively raced back to the kitchen and Veronica, who was nibbling at a fourth cookie.

“Here.” I pressed the glass treasure into her small hands. “For you, my dear.”

Veronica stared at the globe in utter astonishment, then up at me. “You can’t!” she gasped. “I… I couldn’t!”

I laughed joyously. “Yes, I can… and yes, you could.” Taking the child’s hands in mine, I closed her fingers around the globe. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ve got another one just the same. Now, every time I look at mine, I’ll think of you.”

Blinking, her eyes suddenly moist, Veronica carefully placed her gift upon the table, and then slowly stood. She made as if to speak, then suddenly flung herself around my waist, pressing her face against my breasts. My heart stuttered wildly as she swayed against me, and I twined both arms around the child’s back, gently hugging her.

“Oh, thank you, Miss Parsons, thank you!” Veronica sobbed, trembling as I held her. She tilted her face up to mine. “You’re so nice to me,” she whispered. “I… I really like you!”

“I like you too, Veronica,” I breathed, nearly overcome by an urge to let my hands drift down her back, inching lower and lower until I was cradling that exquisite little bottom. Or kiss her, I could do that much, couldn’t I? Just one tiny kiss on that flawless mouth.

My lustful reverie was shattered when I caught a glimpse of the kitchen clock, realizing with a start how much time had flown by. Shit.

As gently as I could, I extricated myself from Veronica’s arms. “Sweetheart… I hate to say this, but I really do have to leave for my meeting.”

“It’s okay,” she replied, giving me a brave little smile as she turned to retrieve the globe, clutching her prize with both hands. “I understand.”

“But it was a real treat, having you visit… and you know that you’re welcome to drop by at any time, don’t you?”

She gave me the most charmingly wry smile. “Any time…?”

I laughed as we made our way to the foyer, my hand resting on her shoulder. “Well, best not pop in between midnight and seven. I’m quite the she-bear when roused from my slumbers!” We both laughed.

She turned to me as we reached the door, and I reached out for her hand. “Goodbye, Veronica. I hope to see you again, very soon.”

Shifting the snow globe to the crook of her arm, she took my hand in both of hers, gazing warmly up at me. I could feel myself falling into the blue pools of her irises. “Thank you, Miss Parsons. I had a wonderful time.”

I opened the door for her. She gave me one last smile, then turned to go. I watched as she skipped her way down the sidewalk, my eyes drawn, as they so often were, to her flawless little bottom. I pictured it jiggling delightfully beneath that pleated skirt.

Shutting the door, I shrugged into a jacket and picked up my handbag and key ring. The good news was that, barring an accident on the freeway, I would make the meeting on time. The bad news? I didn’t have time to masturbate before I left. But I’ll damn well make up for it when I get back, I thought, absently jingling my keys as I made for the garage.

*****

Two days later, Veronica appeared again on my porch. I’d only been home for a few minutes from a long lunch with my editor, and gave a silent thank-you to Providence that I hadn’t stayed for dessert.

Assuming Veronica had come by for the house tour I’d promised, I was all smiles when opening the door to her — only to falter when I spied the glum expression on her face.

“I forgot my key again,” she mumbled, “and Daddy changed his hiding place.”

I hastened to reassure her that she was more than welcome to call her dad again as I drew her inside. Of course, there had been no opportunity to repair the downstairs phone and, a bit embarrassed, I indicated that, once again, Veronica should precede me up the stairs to the bedroom. She did so, though anything but gaily this time, leaving me no opportunity for a peek at her underwear.

“Daddy’s going to kill me,” she said, her voice sullen.

“Of course he’s not, Veronica,” I told her soothingly; hoping Paul had no intention of spanking that precious little behind.

I happened to know that spankings had been a part of Veronica’s disciplinary life until the previous year, when her mother had put a stop to it. “Can’t have a developing young lady going without underpants across her daddy’s knee,” Ellen confided in me one day over tea. Upon hearing that, I’d imagined Veronica stretched across my own lap instead of her father’s, that pale bottom bare beneath my hand –and shivered at the thought.

Reluctantly, nibbling her lower lip, Veronica picked up the handset and punched in the number. From where I stood I could hear the faint double ringing, then a tiny click as the line was picked up.

“May I speak to Mr. Moyer in Accounting?” Shoulders hunched, Veronica went to stand before the window facing her house. “Daddy? It’s Veronica. Um… I lost my key again.” I saw her wince at the sound of her father’s voice, and felt bad for the child.

Holding out the phone, she indicated that her dad wanted to speak to me.

“Hello, Paul,” I said, taking the handset.

“Chloe? Thank you so much, and I’m sorry for bothering you. I knew Veronica would forget that damn key again. I apologize for not letting you know beforehand where it was. I swear, I don’t know what’s come over that child lately…” His voice trailed off into an exasperated sigh. “Well, whatever. Tell her the key is in a plastic baggie under the runoff tray just beneath the downspout on the front of the garage. She’ll know exactly where that is. Thanks again, Chloe. I’ll be having a little discussion with Veronica tonight concerning all this inconvenience.”

“I’ll let her know. And really, Paul, this has been no inconvenience at all. Believe me; if I had a daughter, I’d want her to be just like Veronica.”

He chuckled. “Well, thanks for that. Take care, Chloe.”

“Bye, Paul.”

Replacing the handset on the cradle, I turned to accompany Veronica back downstairs — then froze in mid-motion, my heart thumping wildly.

“Veronica!” I gasped. “What are you doing?”

Her hand on the knob, clad in only her white panties and cute little socks, Veronica smiled at me timidly as she closed the bedroom door behind her.

Continue on to Part Two