Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JetBoy

It was a lovely July afternoon. Barbara had arrived home from work a couple of hours earlier than usual, and was seated at the kitchen table, glancing through a magazine when her eleven-year-old daughter Becky entered the room.

The girl was wearing a pair of tiny cut-off shorts, and a skimpy halter top thin enough to clearly outline her nipples. In spite of her best intentions, Barbara felt her pulse suddenly quicken at the sight of her scantily-dressed child.

Not so very long ago, she would have made Becky change into something less revealing… but these days, things were different.

Barbara’s sense of who she was as a woman had been shaken to its foundation a few weeks earlier, when she’d spent the better part of a day indulging in her first lesbian experience — making love with a sixteen-year-old Goth girl named Erika.

They had met while standing in line at the local ice cream parlor when Erika had, out of the blue, asked a surprised Barbara about the necklace she was wearing. They began to chat, and ended up sharing a table, continuing their conversation over dishes of ice cream.

At they talked, Barbara grew increasingly fascinated by the girl. Then, when she suddenly realized that Erika was flirting with her, was stunned to find herself responding. She’d never had sex with another female before, but there was something about this cute Goth teen that Barbara was helplessly drawn to. She was soon blushing like a shy schoolgirl as the flirtation became more open, unable to resist Erika’s charms.

Almost before there was time to think she was behind the wheel of her car, with Erika giving directions to her place, the black-clad teen’s hand stroking Barbara’s thigh while she drove.

And just seconds after Erika closed the apartment door behind them, she reached out to take Barbara’s hands, drawing the older woman into her arms for a sizzling French kiss — and a dazzled Barbara simply melted into the raven-haired girl’s embrace.

Soon the two were naked and entwined upon an air mattress in Erika’s incredibly messy bedroom, where Barbara’s new friend spent the next couple of hours showing her just how incredible sex with a woman could be.

Barbara had always heard that Goths were morbid, depressed people, but Erika was nothing like that. She had a very childlike wonder about her that often made her seem even younger than her sixteen years. Yet at the same time, she seemed more sexually mature than most adult women Barbara knew, including herself.

The girl brought a sweet, fiery passion to her lovemaking, the likes of which Barbara had never experienced with her ex-husband — or indeed, with any man. First, she’d spent a long, lovely while on foreplay, caressing and nuzzling what seemed like every inch of Barbara’s body, returning often to the older woman’s mouth to ravish her with kisses.

Then Erika had knelt between Barbara’s thighs and began to kiss and lick her cunt, going down on her with the fervor of a wild animal in heat, quickly driving Barbara to a climax of such intensity that she fainted on the spot.

When she came to a few seconds later, dazed and exhausted, Erika had rolled Barbara onto her belly and parted her buttocks, pressing in between them to lick lustily at the crack of her ass. She had never been rimmed before, and found it heavenly.

Then, as she tongued Barbara’s anus, Erika slid her hand between the 34-year-old divorcee’s legs to toy with her clitoris — and suddenly, without warning, Barbara was coming again.

But that sexy little Goth lesbian wasn’t finished with her yet. Even as Barbara lay panting from that last climax, Erika was fastening a latex cock around her waist, a wicked smile on her lips. She anointed it with lubricant squeezed from a tube, then turned to the older woman, the toy jutting proudly from her pelvis.

Tired as she was, the sight of this petite teen girl sporting a cock thrilled Barbara — so much that she parted her thighs without a word, eager to be penetrated.

And Erika had fucked her wildly, beautifully; taking the 35-year-old with a heated ardor that left her head spinning. Barbara wrapped both legs around Erika’s back as the teen rode her, that lovely cock sending showers of sparks cascading behind her eyes with each exquisite stroke. Then, finally, Barbara came for the third time, screaming as waves of purest ecstasy buffeted her body without mercy.

Barbara was so drained that she quickly dozed off, waking in her new lover’s arms about an hour later. She awoke refreshed, relaxed, and very eager to return the pleasures Erika had given her.

She had been a bit shy at first, unsure of how to make love to a woman, but the tattooed teen had been a patient teacher. Before very long, Barbara was feasting on the girl’s pussy — first fucking her with a thrusting tongue, then suckling her clitoris until Erika came convulsively, her fingernails leaving four inch-long scratch marks on Barbara’s shoulder that the young mother would have to hide for a week.

Erika then harnessed an even larger cock around Barbara’s hips, lying back in the tangle of her bedsheets to spread her thighs wide for the older woman.

“Do me, babe,” the girl whispered, her eyes alight with excitement.

Without a word, Barbara climbed on top of her, placing the tip of the latex prick at the opening of the Goth teen’s cunt. Erika simply grasped her new lover’s ass and drew her in, squealing with delight as all nine inches of the thing slipped inside her with a single stroke.

Barbara fucked Erika in a lustful frenzy that seemed like a fever dream, her pelvis churning as she plunged the strap-on in and out, in and out of the mewling girl. Her every sense was intoxicated by the hot, sticky pleasures of lesbian love. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so fulfilled, so alive.

Afterward, they had cuddled for a long while, sharing tender kisses and caresses. Then they came together to make love once more; this time keeping it slow and gentle. It was the most sensuous experience Barbara had ever shared with a romantic partner, a perfect coda to the heated coupling they had already enjoyed.

It was late afternoon before Barbara gently untangled herself from Erika’s arms and rose to gather her scattered clothes. She dressed before the sleepy-eyed girl, then bent to whisper a few affectionate words and give her a soft tongue kiss before she left.

Since that day, Barbara had returned to Erika’s apartment several times for more sapphic loveplay. This had been more than enough to convince her that, for now at least, she preferred women to men.

There was only one worrisome aspect of Barbara’s newfound sexuality. Not long after she had taken up with sixteen-year-old Erika, she began to fantasize about other girls she saw, many of them even younger than her Goth bedmate.

A few weeks ago she had been shopping for groceries when a honey-haired nymph — who couldn’t have been a day past thirteen — came strutting down the aisle in her direction. She wore a tight blue t-shirt, a short skirt and sandals.

Barbara was rooted to the spot, a warm glow suddenly enveloping her body at the sight of this adolescent enchantress, now staring thoughtfully at the potato chips. The girl’s legs were lovely, gazelle-like. Barbara imagined kneeling before the blonde child, nuzzling her bare thighs, sliding her hands up the back of those legs to cup her bottom…

And then, a bag of chips clutched in her hands, the little blonde cutie was moving back up the aisle the way she had come, leaving a very shaken Barbara behind.

Now as she sat at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the magazine spread open before her, the memory of that dizzying moment at the grocery resonated in her soul like the tone of a struck bell. She’d abandoned her half-filled shopping cart, exited the store, climbed into her car and driven home in a daze. And as soon as the garage door shut behind her, Barbara had unfastened her pants right there in the driver’s seat, sliding a hand between her thighs to finger her cunt, hard and fast — finally exploding in a blinding orgasm that left her slumped against the steering wheel, gasping for breath.

It was on that very night that Barbara began to view her daughter Becky in a new and unexpected way.

She had always seen her child as a lovely, adorable girl. Now, as they watched a movie together, Becky sprawled on the floor in her nightwear, Barbara found herself distracted again and again by her daughter’s slim, elegant legs and the contours of her pert bottom, viewed through thin white panties that were just old enough to reveal the darker curve between the young girl’s cheeks.

She wondered if Becky’s pubes were beginning to show, then tried to picture what her daughter looked like naked. It had been years since she had last seen the girl undress, and suddenly Barbara found herself very much wanting a glimpse of her bare body, tingling deliciously at the thought of it.

When she realized with a start that she was becoming sexually aroused by the sight of her own child, Barbara swallowed hard. Shaking her head, she forced her attention back onto the television screen, immersing herself in the plot of… whatever it was they were watching, she couldn’t even remember now.

She did manage to pick up the thread of the movie again and hang on to the story until the credits began to roll, but the whole while, Barbara still felt unsettled about having looked at Becky the way she had.

Later that night as she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, Barbara began to masturbate — thinking of Erika, as she so often did. She imagined herself making love to the teen in the shower, just as they had done earlier that week, kissing hungrily beneath the hot flowing water as they brought one another to climax with soapy fingers.

Then, without warning, Barbara’s thoughts drifted to the blonde girl she had spied at the grocery that day, and her hand began to move frantically between her thighs.

She pictured herself undressing the shy child, touching each part of her body as she bared it. Soon she was naked, and Barbara drew the adolescent into an embrace, arms twining around her slender frame.

Then Barbara was nude, too, sprawled on her bed with the preteen blonde on top of her, their bare bodies sliding together. She was kissing the girl’s adorable little mouth, probing it with her tongue. And the child was kissing her back!

Barbara squirmed beneath the sheets, legs scissoring together as she fingered herself, lost in this crazy fantasy of sex with an underage girl. The air was thickening with the scent of her desire.

The scene shifted again. Now the blonde nymph was straddling her face, smiling sweetly down at Barbara as she lowered her sex to a point just an inch or two above the older woman’s mouth.

Barbara pictured herself gazing at the girl’s smooth slit, now glistening with the dew of arousal. Licking her lips, Barbara raised her head from the pillow to press a open-mouthed kiss into the moist pink flesh.

In her mind, she heard the child cry out ecstatically as she licked at the smooth cleft, ending with a playful flick at her clitoris. Then Barbara wriggled the tip of her tongue into the girl’s vagina, instantly loving the imagined taste of her. Sugar and spice, she thought.

She saw herself shifting her gaze upward as she licked, wanting to catch a glimpse of pleasure on the little blonde’s face…

…only somehow, the little cutie from the grocery store had transformed into a different girl, one with a rounder face and auburn hair — Becky!?

And Barbara’s body seized up as she launched into a convulsive orgasm, breath hissing through clenched teeth, bucking wildly on the bed as what felt like oceans of molten lava roiled and churned inside. In her mind, she saw a frozen snapshot of the image that had made her come so intensely: Becky, perched atop her face, head thrown back and whimpering with delight as Mommy kissed and licked at her adolescent sex.

Then as Barbara’s orgasmic pleasure began to ebb, another vision elbowed its way into her consciousness. She imagined herself sitting naked on the couch, an equally nude Becky straddling her lap, the two of them kissing like lovers. She could almost feel the softness of the child’s mouth pressing against hers; seemed to hear Becky humming contentedly as their tongues met and mingled in a dance of passion.

Barbara was suddenly trembling from head to toe as, without warning, a second orgasm came thundering down like a bolt from the blue. Somehow she managed to seize a corner of the blanket with her free hand and press it to her face, muffling the hoarse scream that exploded from her throat while her body spasmed helplessly, out of control.

These sensations of pleasure rose to a near-unbearable crescendo, then slowly faded, leaving a dazed Barbara behind.

She lay quietly, bathed in sweat, breathing heavily — and deeply troubled. What had just happened? Had she really just masturbated to orgasm, gotten off to a vision of making love to Becky? 

Not only had she done that very thing, she was still aroused at the idea of it! Despite the horror she felt at this incestuous fantasy, the tingling of her sex told a very different tale. Visions of a naked, willing Becky flashed through her mind like some perverted slide show.

Without thinking, Barbara’s hand had drifted between her legs again, until the realization of what she was about to do made her snatch it back. She sat up in bed, clutching her head as if to squash the forbidden thoughts lurking within, her body numb with shock.

There was no way to sugarcoat this, Barbara knew. The truth had to be faced. She was sexually attracted to her own daughter.

It was crazy; didn’t make sense. It felt like something lifted from a science fiction story where you step outside the door of your home, only to find yourself in a completely unfamiliar world. And when you turn back around, she thought, the doorway isn’t there anymore. She gazed wildly around the room, as if to make sure she hadn’t met with such a fate.

Incest. She silently mouthed the word. Lesbian incest with her eleven-year old daughter! The very thought was taboo, never mind actually committing such an act…

Her fingers drummed nervously on her thigh. What to do? What to do? If she only had someone to talk to about this! Barbara knew, though, that this was a secret she dared not reveal; no, not to anyone. Not even Erika. The barest possibility of having her child taken from her was too great a risk.

Barbara took a deep breath, then exhaled, slowly counting to ten in an attempt to quell her jangling nerves.

Gradually, she managed to calm herself, lying back down to stare up at the ceiling. It was an unsettling situation, true, but nothing to fall to pieces over. These cravings she felt for Becky were disturbing, even sick — but they were only cravings. She certainly had no intention of making love to her little girl, and nobody knew of her dark secret.

At last, she shrugged. It’s okay, she told herself, really. Don’t overreact. It’s not as if you’re going to make a move on her, after all. This little obsession will fade away before long. You just have to try not to think of Becky as a, well, sexual creature. 

She relaxed, drawing the thin blanket up to her chin as she settled in for the night. What you need is a few hours in bed with Erika, she told herself, smiling wryly. That should take the edge off, at least. 

After awhile she managed to fall asleep, more or less reassured.

But desire is a genie who, once freed, may not be so easily returned to its bottle, stoppered inside and cast away. Barbara continued to dwell on her daughter, and how very lovely she was. The very next morning, she found herself watching Becky while the girl buttered her toast, suddenly wondering what it would be like to give her daughter’s pretty mouth a lover’s kiss.

Over and over again in the days that followed, Barbara would catch herself gazing longingly at her child’s uncovered legs as she lay sprawled on the couch, or admiring the curve of Becky’s bare shoulder.

At night, the situation was no less unnerving. Barbara was masturbating more frequently than she had since her teenage years — at least once every night, and often in the morning. And despite her every effort, Becky continued to intrude into her fantasies; naked, vulnerable and all too eager to be loved by her mother.

Even worse, Barbara was now taunted by visions of Becky making love to her. She imagined it: the child lying between her legs, pressing her face into the wheat-hued thatch that adorned Mommy’s cunt, slipping her tongue into the moist channel from which she had emerged more than eleven years ago. Just the thought of it was enough to make Barbara wet — and deeply ashamed.

As if that weren’t enough, she couldn’t even escape into her Goth lover’s arms for a moment’s relief. Erika’s grandmother had passed away during the weekend, and the teen had been whisked off to Kentucky for the funeral, leaving Barbara trapped with this terrifying hunger that, at times, seemed poised to consume her.

And inevitably, she began to wonder if sharing sexual love with her daughter would truly be such a terrible thing.

Is it really so wrong? she thought, struggling to make sense of her feelings. We love each other. Wouldn’t this simply be taking our love to a new level… giving our relationship a kind of intimacy that most mothers and daughters don’t get to share? 

Barbara was still determined not to give in to these forbidden cravings for Becky, but she also wondered if her resolve was beginning to falter a bit.

And now on this lovely July afternoon, as she sat at the kitchen table, the sight of her child in summery clothing was making Barbara feel all warm and… hungry inside.

Feeling herself shiver, Barbara shook her head in an attempt to clear it, then forced herself to return to her magazine and stop stealing glances at her daughter. She stared at the page. Fifteen Barbecuing Ideas for a Festive Summer...

Becky opened the refrigerator, peered inside, shut the door, stood motionless for a few beats, then padded across the room and sat down across from her mother, eyes lowered shyly. She was very quiet, so unlike herself. Normally, she was bright and bubbly, never still for very long. Now she sat silently, waiting for her mother to notice. Finally Barbara glanced up from the magazine, a bit puzzled by her daughter’s silence.

“Mommy…” began Becky softly, before Barbara could speak. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yes, pumpkin, of course,” Barbara replied, gazing at her daughter curiously.

“It’s, uh… it’s kind of personal, Mommy.”

“Well,” Barbara replied hesitantly, “I might not want to answer… but you can always ask.”

Becky looked at the table top intently for a moment, then took a deep breath, looked up at her mother and spoke. “Do you… like to, um, touch yourself between your legs?”

Barbara’s mouth fell open, and she could feel the blood drain from her face. Oh, God, this was exactly the kind of thing she should not be discussing with Becky right then, not with these unwanted feelings of sexual hunger still taunting her. Teasing her. Making her want things she knew she couldn’t have.

She swallowed. “W-well… yes, I do, pumpkin. If you’re asking if I like to masturbate, then I do.” She ran a shaking hand through her hair. “Um… why do you ask, Becky?”

“Oh…” Becky blushed. “I… I read about it in one of your magazines. And some girls I know were talking about, um, doing it the other day… we were in the changing room at the pool. They all said… well, that it feels really great. When you c-come, I mean.”

“Hmmmm,” Barbara said, trying to conceal her rising excitement. “And what did you say, honey?”

“Nothing, Mommy,” Becky replied, her cheeks flushed, poking at the salt and pepper shakers with nervous fingers, unable to meet her mother’s eyes. “I don’t really… I don’t know how to, to… m-masturbate. That’s kind of why I wanted to talk to you…”

“Don’t you ever touch yourself, Becky?” said Barbara, images of the child caressing her pussy suddenly flickering in her head. She pictured Becky’s legs spread wide, the girl’s hand moving between them.

“I’ve tried, Mommy,” Becky said quietly. “but I don’t know how to do it right, I guess.” She shrugged. “It doesn’t feel like… oh, like the way everyone says, anyway.” She raised her face to Barbara’s. “Do you think you could teach me how, Mommy?”

Barbara’s head was spinning. A simple “yes,” would have her teetering on the very brink of madness, of giving in to her incestuous obsession. Good sense told her to refuse Becky’s request outright, but her heedless body pulsed with an excitement that was impossible to ignore.

All the familiar excuses began to scroll through Barbara’s mind yet again. Would it actually be so bad? Don’t we love each other? Couldn’t it make us closer than ever? 

She began to think about what Becky was asking for: a mother’s help in learning to give herself pleasure. It could be a bonding experience for them, really, and a chance to teach Becky the wonders of her growing body. Besides, the thought of guiding her adorable daughter through her first orgasm was too tantalizing to resist. Surely it would be a far nicer experience for her eleven-year-old than the adolescent fumblings of some immature boy.

Barbara knew full well that these were nothing more than lame excuses cobbled together to justify her own forbidden infatuation, but with every passing day, she was becoming less and less willing to deny herself what she wanted. Only two weeks ago, the seed had taken root within her; now, the idea of making love to Becky seemed downright inviting.

Should she do this? Could she? Barbara stared at the girl, her mind racing furiously.

Silently, a decision was made.

“Okay, pumpkin… I’ll show you how,” she breathed.

Becky’s face lit up, and she padded barefoot to her mother with both arms outstretched to hug her tightly about the waist, head buried in the folds of her dress. Barbara soothingly stroked her daughter’s soft hair, tendrils of excitement wafting through her as Becky’s hands innocently touched her ass.

Barbara tingled with anticipation at the thought of exploring her daughter’s body. She allowed her hands to slide down Becky’s back, gently caressing her, feeling a tremor run through her child’s slight frame.

“Come with me, pumpkin,” said Barbara. She took the girl by the hand and led her upstairs, to the master bedroom.

Once inside, Barbara sat down on the bed, positioning Becky between her spread legs. Her skirt rode up her thighs, revealing the red panties she’d worn to work that day. Seeing the wide-eyed expression on the girl’s face, Barbara hoisted her skirt up to her waist, giving her daughter an even better view of her sexy underwear — and the insides of her creamy thighs.

Becky stood transfixed at the sight of her mother exposing herself, something she’d never seen her do before, at least not in such a blatant way.

“Do you like seeing my panties, Becky?” Barbara said softly. “Do you think they’re pretty?”

“Oh, Mommy,” squealed Becky. “they are pretty!”

Barbara spread her legs wider, giving Becky a good look at her panty-clad sex. “I like it when you look at me that way, pumpkin.”

“I … I like it too…”

“Could I see you in your panties?” Barbara murmured, her heart throbbing.

“Sure, Mommy… if you really want to,” replied Becky with a bashful smile.

“Yes, I would,” Barbara whispered. “I’d like that very much.”

Becky unsnapped her tight shorts, then placed a hand on Barbara’s knee to balance herself as she twisted and struggled to slide them down her thighs.

“Here, let me help you.” Barbara used both hands to grip Becky’s shorts by the waist, then slide them down over her narrow hips. As she did, her child’s pink cotton knickers were revealed.

Becky daintily stepped from her shorts, then stood beaming before Barbara. “Do you think my panties are pretty, Mommy?” she cooed as she spun round in a clumsy pirouette, then looked over her shoulder at her mother.

“Yes, pumpkin,” Barbara breathed, “I do.” She could clearly see the contours of her child’s luscious ass, and an enticing strip of bare midriff showed below her halter top. Barbara drew Becky closer and placed a hand on the girl’s side, absorbed in her beauty. Becky swayed dreamily, her buttocks curving temptingly before Barbara’s rapt gaze.

“So… what would you like me to teach you?” asked Barbara as her hand drifted to her daughter’s lower back, dropping down to cup the girl’s bottom.

“I want…” Becky began softly, then broke into an excited giggle. “I’d love for you to show me how to, to make myself feel good!”

“Now, what if,” she breathed in Becky’s ear, her pulse racing, “what if instead, I were to make you feel good, pumpkin…?”

“Would you?” Becky squirmed back against Barbara’s hand.

“Yes. I’d love to, baby.”

“Will you do that to me now, Mommy? Please?”

“Oh, yes, Becky,” Barbara crooned gently, slipping a hand into the back of her daughter’s panties, feeling the warmth of her bare bottom. She felt as if she might come right then, just from the thrill of touching her little girl in such an intimate way.

“Oh, Mommy,” said Becky, quivering in her mother’s embrace. “I love you…”

“I love you too, my angel,” Barbara breathed. She tremblingly caressed Becky once more, then sat back to admire the girl, her heart thumping wildly. This was it — the point of no return. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, then slowly opened them, giving Becky a warm smile.

“Okay, pumpkin… take your panties off for me.”

Becky quickly slid out of her knickers and stood before her mother, clad only in her thin top. Barbara felt hot and cold at the same time as she drank in the view of Becky’s slit, noting that her daughter hadn’t begun to grow pubic hair yet. She gently pulled the girl close, placing a quivering hand on the girl’s tummy.

“Becky,” Barbara whispered as her hand inched down her daughter’s body, “I’m going to do something really nice to you now. Okay?”

Wordlessly, Becky nodded her head, then whimpered “Oh,” as her mother let one finger brush over the cleft of her vagina. She placed both hands on Barbara’s shoulders to support herself, arching her hips forward to feel more of that exploring finger.

“Do you like that?” whispered Barbara, her heart racing.

Becky opened her mouth, but couldn’t speak as powerful new feelings flooded through her. She shuddered pleasurably as Barbara gently parted the slightly sticky labia with her fingers to expose the tiny clit. Becky was trembling, holding onto her mother tightly, soft little sounds coming from deep in her throat.

Barbara slipped one finger between her daughter’s honeyed pussy lips, sliding upward to brush the clitoris. She began to stroke it with the lightest of caresses, and Becky moaned softly.

Barbara glanced up to see Becky’s nipples, clearly visible through the thin material of her top. She used her free hand to lift the shirt, pulling it up, exposing the girl’s bare chest. As if in a trance, she leaned forward to take a pink bud between her lips.

She sucked Becky’s nipple, making her child mewl ecstatically, then moved to pleasure its twin in the same way. At the same time, Barbara continued to stroke Becky’s clit until suddenly, she knew that her daughter was about to come.

“Oooohmommymommymommy!” Becky gibbered helplessly, her head thrown back, clutching Barbara’s face tightly to her heaving chest. “Oooh, Mommy! What’s happening to me…?” A wild cry broke from her lips as the child shook in her mother’s embrace. “Ohhhh! OH! Oh, Mommy!” she squealed, climaxing for the very first time.

Barbara continued to pleasure Becky with her exploring hand and hot, sucking mouth until she knew that the girl could take no more. She gently broke away from her daughter, and a dreamy-eyed Becky sighed contentedly as she lay down, slowly sinking into the bed next to where her mother sat.

“Oh… Mommy,” she gasped, “wh-what was that? What did you do to me?”

“I made you come, pumpkin,” Barbara cooed as she stood to remove her dress. “Now you know how it feels.” She let the garment drop to the floor, unhooked and removed her bra, then tugged her wet panties down to her ankles and stepped from them. Naked, she stood with her thighs slightly parted, on display for her daughter.

“Gosh, Mommy,” Becky exclaimed softly as she sat upright, transfixed by her mother’s nudity, “you are so… so beautiful!”

“Do you think I have a pretty pussy?” Barbara murmured seductively, stroking her belly.

Becky blushed. “Yes, Mommy… I think your, your p-pussy is very pretty.” She bit her lip for a moment, then peered timidly up at her mother. “Can I touch you there, now? I… I want to make you… come, too! Can I? Pleeease?”

“Yes you can, pumpkin,” Barbara sighed happily as she lay down on the bed, parting her thighs to give access to her daughter’s curious fingers.

“Wow… you’re so warm. And wet!” Becky breathed, fingers exploring between her mother’s legs, tentatively at first, but with an increasing confidence. “Have you ever let a girl touch you here before, Mommy?”

“Oooh, I have, yes,” Barbara moaned. “I’ve let a girl kiss me there, too… and lick me.”

“Really?” Becky gasped, her free hand flying to her mouth. “Did… did you do that to her?!”

“Yes, I did,” Barbara murmured, “and it was wonderful. Her pussy was yummy.”

“Wow…” Becky said, fascinated by this revelation. “So, what does getting licked… down there… well, what does it feel like?”

“Oh, it’s the most amazing feeling in the world, pumpkin,” Barbara cooed, “even better than when someone touches you there.” Gazing deep into Becky’s eyes, she whispered, “It’s one of my favorite ways of making love.”

Becky stood in thought for a moment, then her eyes met Barbara’s. “Mommy…” she began hesitantly, “c-can I…?” She faltered, blushing hotly, too bashful to finish.

“Mmmm, yes, my pumpkin. You can kiss my pussy… if you really want to,” said Barbara, answering her daughter’s unfinished question with a smile, all the while trying to conceal the storm of lust that raged inside her. God… can this really be happening?

“Cool!” Becky cried as she knelt before her mother. Placing warm hands on Barbara’s thighs, she hesitantly lowered her face between her mother’s legs. Barbara could feel the child’s hot breath caress her sex, and it made her tingle deliciously.

“Ooooh,” Becky murmured, “you smell really nice, Mommy.”

Barbara trembled as she waited for the touch of her daughter’s mouth. Then Becky’s tongue brushed lightly against her slit, and she cried out, “Oh God honey yes… that feels so wonderful!”

Becky licked again at her mother’s pussy, sampling the taste of the older woman, deciding that she liked the flavor. She pressed her lips against Barbara’s sex in a loving kiss, her tongue emerging to explore. As Becky began to eagerly lap the moist pink flesh, she slipped both hands beneath her mother’s bottom, cupping her cheeks. She burrowed deeper between those silken thighs, nuzzling Mommy’s flower.

“Yes, my sweet baby.” Barbara moaned, “oh God, I love you… p-please, honey, lick me, please, yes, lick my pussy…” She spread her thighs further apart, opening herself to her daughter’s adoring mouth. The moist sounds of oral love and the thickening scent of cunt seemed to fill Barbara’s head completely.

“Mmmm… you taste good, Mommy!” said Becky as she pulled back to look up at Barbara, the child’s mouth and chin coated with her mother’s juices. “Am I doing this right?”

“Oh, yes!” gasped Barbara as she guided the girl’s sweet face back between her thighs. “Yes! You are!” Hit by a sudden inspiration, she parted juicy labia to expose her throbbing clitoris to Becky. “Pumpkin,” she panted, “if you lick at this p-part of my pussy… well, that feels better than just about anything…”

Becky found her mother’s clit, teasing it with the tip of her tongue, then her youthful lips quickly encircled it, sucking lightly.

Barbara cried out, holding the child’s head tightly to her as she burst into a frenzied climax. She shivered helplessly, white-hot flashes of pleasure searing her body from head to toe, inside and out. Her free hand snatched frantically at the bedsheets as she came in her daughter’s mouth.

Becky continued to lick and suck at her mother, drinking of her essence until Barbara placed a shaking hand on the girl’s shoulder and gasped, “N-no more, honey.”

The girl drew back, but remained on her knees, resting a cheek on her mother’s thigh as Barbara sprawled out on the bed, panting like a marathon runner.

“Becky,” she finally managed to get out a moment later, “t-that was… marvelous. Thank you, angel… for making your mommy feel so good.”

“Can you do that to me now?” asked Becky dreamily, licking her pussy-wet lips.

“Of course I can.” said Barbara, the thought of tasting her daughter quickly renewing her strength — and her desire. She patted the bed. “Get on all fours for me, pumpkin… and push your bottom up.”

With a delighted smile, Becky tugged her top off and tossed it to the floor, which left her naked but for the tiny pink socks on her feet. She climbed onto the bed and positioned herself on hands and knees, gazing coyly over the left shoulder at her mother.

Barbara’s cunt tingled as she gazed at Becky’s adorable ass, the flawless cheeks spread slightly apart. She lowered her head to kiss one soft buttock, nuzzling the child’s smooth, silky skin. Her tongue trailed its way to Becky’s puckered asshole and licked around the sensitive ring.

“Mommy! What are you doing!?” gasped a shocked Becky.

Barbara didn’t answer, just continued to lick the pink cleft between her child’s buttocks… and soon enough, Becky was squirming with pleasure. “Oooh, Mommy… I like that!” she panted. “I didn’t know my b-bottom could feel so good!”

“Mmmm…” hummed Barbara as she tasted Becky’s ass, her tongue sliding up and down the girl’s crack. She took one last lick, then raised her head to murmur, “Lie down on your back now, okay?”

Becky quickly rolled over onto the bed, spreading her legs wide for her mother. Barbara knelt between her child’s outstretched leg, then grasped them, bringing them up, pushing them back until the girl’s knees touched her chest. The child’s vulva was completely exposed to Barbara’s eager eyes, and she fell to her elbows, her face inches from the rosy slit.

Barbara gently parted Becky’s labia with two fingers, then dipped her head to slide the tip of her tongue along the vaginal opening.

Becky gasped, then grabbed her own legs behind the knees and clutched them tightly, biting her lower lip as, once again, unbelievably delicious sensations coursed through her body.

Barbara held the back of her daughter’s thighs to hold the shivering girl steady, then wriggled her tongue into Becky’s tight pussy — at least, as deeply as she was able to go. Then she began to slowly work it in and out.

As she tongue-fucked the child’s vagina, Barbara stimulated her even further with a trick she’d learned from Erika, touched her daughter’s clitoris with the ball of the thumb, brushing the tiny nubbin with feather-light strokes.

The girl couldn’t last for very long, not with her mother pleasuring her so well. She came quickly, moaning deliriously through her climax, Barbara’s mouth glued to her baby-smooth sex the whole time.

Barbara guided Becky through her orgasm, gently bringing the child back down to earth as the raw heat of it slowly faded into a warm glow. Finally she rolled onto one side, watching the rise and fall of her daughter’s chest as the preteen girl struggled to regain her breath.

“There,” Barbara sighed happily. “That’s making love, Becky. Did you like it?”

“Oh, Mommy!” gasped Becky. “I loved it! I want you to do it to me… all the time!” Then she rose up on one elbow and took Barbara’s hand. “I want to do it to you some more, Mommy.”

Barbara’s heart swelled with love for her child — the daughter who had now become something more. “I’d love that, pumpkin,” she smiled.

“So… do I taste good down there?” queried Becky.

“Mmm-hmm,” purred Barbara, as she ran a finger over Becky’s moist labia, making the girl squeal, then held it out for her to sample. “Here, try it for yourself!”

Becky parted her lips to accept her mother’s wet finger, then took it into her mouth, sucking it. Testing the flavor for a moment, she then smiled and licked her lips. “Mmmmm,”she purred.

“Honey,” Barbara said, suddenly serious, “you know that this… what we’ve just done… well, it makes us more than just a mother and daughter.”

Becky’s eyes grew wide. “Wow,” she breathed. “You mean, like, I’m your girlfriend now? Is that because we, we just made love?”

“In a way, I… I guess you are, pumpkin,” Barbara said, squeezing her child’s hand. “And, to be honest — well, mothers really aren’t supposed to make love to their daughters. But… but I wanted to be with you so very much.” Her eyes began to grow moist as she glanced at her child, suddenly fearful. “Becky… do you feel at all bad about this?”

“Gosh, no, Mommy,” Becky replied, bringing her mother’s hand to her face and kissing the palm. “I want to be your g-girlfriend. I love you so much… and I really want us to do this again.” She suddenly grinned. “Can we do it every night?”

Barbara laughed. “Oh, baby, we’ll see… I’m not sure my heart could stand the excitement, though!”

Becky rolled onto her back, giving her mother a come-hither glance. “Well, I feel like making love to you again… right now!” 

“Mmmm, my sweet child,” Barbara crooned, stretching out next to her daughter. She took Becky’s face in her hands. “Hey, want to learn how you kiss a lover…?”

The lust-filled expression on the child’s face softened into one of purest bliss. “Yeah, Mommy,” she whispered, “Please kiss me.”

Barbara lowered her face to nuzzle her daughter’s neck. Becky sighed as her mother left a trail of soft kisses up to her ear, then gasped as Barbara took her earlobe between her lips and nipped it lightly. Her mouth then journeyed to Becky’s, and she gave her daughter a warm, loving peck. She pulled back to gaze adoringly into the girl’s dreamy eyes, then leaned close to nibble gently at her lips before claiming Becky’s mouth with her own, tongue emerging as she kissed her daughter — really kissed her — for the first time.

Becky was content to passively accept her mother’s honeyed kiss, at first, but soon her own tongue flashed to life, joining in the loveplay as her desire grew sharp again.

Mother and child kissed hungrily, their bodies squirming together in a heated rekindling of arousal. Heart thumping, Barbara rolled over onto her back, pulling Becky on top, their mouths still locked together.

Becky raised her face from her mother’s and shook her mane of auburn hair, then let her eyes travel down the length of Barbara’s bare body and back up again. “Mmmm, Mommy,” she purred, “your boobs are so pretty.” And without another word she gently cupped one of her mother’s large breasts in her hand and flicked her tongue at a nipple, then took it between her lips to suckle.

Barbara moaned at how divine that felt, her daughter’s warm mouth on her breast. Then her excitement soared even higher as she felt the child’s hand slide down her tummy and between her thighs to touch her wet pussy. Becky’s mouth moved to her mother’s other breast, her tongue teasing the tip as she pressed her fingers into the juicy heat of Barbara’s cunt.

“Mmm, yes,” Barbara gasped in delight. “Put your f-fingers inside me, pumpkin… push them right into my pussy.”

And the thirtyish mother arched her back as her daughter did just that, a whimper escaping her throat. “Ohhh… yes, that’s good. Now — ooh! — just work your fingers in and… and out of me.” She stared into Becky’s eyes, licking her lips. “You’ll be fucking me then, baby…”

“Cool,” Becky whispered eagerly. She began to do as her mother wanted, pushing two fingers into her body, withdrawing them, then sliding them in again. The girl’s thrusts slowly accelerated as she fell into a steady rhythm.

Barbara opened her eyes to savor this incredible sight — the naked child kneeling between her legs, brow furrowed in concentration as she worked her fingers in and out of her mother’s vagina.

It felt wonderful, even though Becky’s fingers were too small to penetrate Barbara’s cunt as deeply as she wanted…

“H-hold on,” Barbara panted, placing a hand on her daughter’s wrist, stopping the girl in mid-thrust. “Becky, do you want to make me feel really good?”

“Sure,” the eleven-year-old enthused. “This is fun. I love… fucking you, Mommy!” And she giggled, delighted at being able to use such a bad word in front of her mother.

Barbara laughed, charmed by the girl’s bravado. “Well, then… I want you to put all four of your fingers inside me, instead of two, and… fuck me that way for a while. Then,” she continued, a flash of excitement lighting her eyes, “when I tell you to, I want you to fold your thumb into your palm like this” — she held up her hand to demonstrate — “and push your hand all the way inside.”

Becky’s eyes were huge. “M-my whole hand? Won’t… won’t that hurt you, Mommy?”

Barbara shook her head. “It shouldn’t… after all, you came out of there not so very long ago. Just try, honey. If it hurts me, I’ll make you stop — I promise.”

The girl hesitantly withdrew her index and middle fingers, just far enough to join the other two, then carefully slid the tips of all four digits into her mother’s pussy.

Barbara sighed happily. “Yeah… that feels nice, baby.”

Her confidence increasing, Becky began to push harder, opening up her mother to take more of her hand. “It’s… it’s going inside, Mommy!”

“Ohhhh… I can feel it, yes… mmmmmmfff!” Her daughter’s fingers pressed even deeper, stretching the entrance of Barbara’s cunt in a lovely marriage of pain and pleasure. And she knew that this was only the prelude…

After she and Erika had made love two weeks earlier, and they lay entwined in Barbara’s bed, the cute Goth lesbian described the time she had fisted an older lover of hers once, and how awed she had been by the sheer ferocity of the woman’s climax. The idea sounded intriguing, but Barbara had been uncertain as to whether she could accommodate Erika’s hand or not, and the subject hadn’t come up again.

But she continued to think about fisting after that day — imagining herself spread out before her young lover, body taut as piano wire, the tattooed teen hand-fucking her cunt until she screamed from the pure, blinding rapture of it.

Now her eleven-year-old daughter was about to do that very thing for her instead, and that made the idea even more thrilling.

“Okay,” Barbara whispered, “Do it now… put your hand inside me.”

And she dug her fingernails into her palms as Becky’s hand began to penetrate her cunt, inhaling sharply at the unimaginable sensation of her daughter’s knuckles slipping past the vaginal opening.

And with one final push, that wonderful, beautiful hand was inside her, sinking into her body right up to the wrist. Barbara threw her head back, a wild animal cry torn from her throat.

There was a ringing in her ears, but she heard Becky’s frightened voice. “M-mommy? Are — are you okay?”

Barbara quickly placed a hand on her child’s arm before Becky tried to withdraw from her. “Yes, pumpkin,” she panted. “It… it feels lovely. Now… make your hand into a fist, if you can.” And she moaned as she felt the girl’s fingers shifting around inside her body.

The warm, wet walls of Barbara’s sex gripped Becky’s hand tightly as the wide-eyed girl clenched her fingers together. “Okay, Mommy,” she said, “I… I did it. Does it still feel good?”

“Yes,” whispered Barbara, stunned at how wonderful the slightest movement of her girl’s hand felt. “Oh! Oh yes, Becky, just like that. Now m-move it in and out… mmmm, yes! Fuck your mommy, pumpkin!”

Becky began to rock her hand forward, then back, gradually getting a motion going. She fell into a slow, steady rhythm, gradually penetrating even deeper as Barbara’s body accepted her daughter’s loving intrusion. Her breath hissed through clenched teeth as Becky worked her hand back and forth, back and forth.

It was incredible; fucking as the 36-year-old divorcee had never known it. Her entire body seemed to hum like some enormous purring machine, her daughter’s fist a churning piston. The humming seemed to grow louder and higher-pitched by the second, then Barbara realized the sound was issuing from her own throat.

“Give it to me, baby, yes,” Barbara managed to gasp. “Fuck me fuck me fuck me!”

And Becky did…

Barbara shuddered as a climax began deep inside, then rocked through her body like a rolling thunderclap. Becky’s hand kept moving, sawing in and out of her vagina as Barbara thrashed on the bed. The whole world seemed reduced to the hard rhythm of cunt and fist.

Becky watched in awe as her mother came for a full sixty seconds, panting and gasping, finally placing a trembling hand over her daughter’s to halt her motion.

Then Barbara’s eyes widened in disbelief as another orgasm smashed into her body, rippling outward in waves from her throbbing sex, which still gripped tightly at Becky’s fist. She shook helplessly, gasping, “Oh m-m-my g-g-g-GOD…” riding the crazy roller coaster of ecstasy until it finally ground to a slow, squeaking stop.

Finally Barbara sighed happily and relaxed, her head sinking into the pillow. “Okay,” she whispered, “take your hand out now… but do it slowly.”

Biting her lower lip. Becky carefully withdrew from her mother’s vagina, gradually pulling free with a wet sound. She brought her glistening hand to her face to examine it, then began to lick her fingers. “Yum!” she squealed with delight.

“Mmmm, pumpkin… come lie with me now,” Barbara cooed,” Mommy needs to hold her little girlfriend.”

Grinning happily, Becky crawled into her mother’s arms, burying her face in Barbara’s breasts.

“I love you so much, Mommy…” she whispered. “This is the best thing ever!”

Lifting her daughter’s face up to hers and gazing deep into the child’s green eyes, Barbara’s brought Becky close for a tender kiss. “I’m glad this happened between us, honey,” she murmured, “and I love you, too… more than I can say.”

She kissed the young girl once more, this time allowing it to linger. Becky’s mouth came to life again as she moved on top of her nude mother, already wondering what sexy games they would play next.

The End

By JetBoy

We ate at a fancy restaurant. Nine-year-old Emily looked darling in her pink dress. Christina wore a pretty skirt with a rather daring low-cut top that I’d picked out for her, a rose-colored number that kept her lovely shoulders bare and made it very clear that her breasts were beginning to bloom. Fay made Christina giggle by playfully asking her if there were any other secrets she had hidden.

The four of us shared secret smiles and knowing glances throughout the meal. Emily was clearly excited, so much that she didn’t even want dessert! As for me, I couldn’t stop grinning like an idiot, thinking about the pleasures to come.

After dinner, Christina nudged her baby sister, and Emily held out their present to Fay: a wristwatch they had picked out together from this amazing little shop I took them to in the Mission. Fay loved her gift, and swapped the new watch for the one she was wearing right then and there.

By the meal’s end we were all downright giddy, and I felt warm inside just from being with my wonderful family. This time, though, the warmth was accompanied by something new and utterly thrilling.

The ride home seemed to crackle with anticipation. It seemed to take forever, but finally Fay tooled our SUV into the driveway. Leaping out, the girls raced toward the front door with my keys, exchanging excited whispers.

Fay held me back. “Nicky, I don’t know. It’s a fantasy come true, but I’m still a little afraid of… well, this might not be the best thing for the girls.”

I reached for her hand, gave it a squeeze. “Babe, this isn’t anything new to Emily or Christine. They’ve been making love behind our backs for weeks, and with your sister long before that. It didn’t mess up their heads then, and it won’t now. They want this to happen, just as much as we do. Face it, lover… you’re getting the birthday of your life tonight.”

“Okay, then,” she whispered, giving me a nod and a fleeting smile. I led her into the house.

We found the girls in our bedroom arranging the pillows, including a few extra they’d added from their own rooms. I’d already explained to Fay that the kids were used to doing things a certain way with their mother, and that it made them feel comfortable to keep to their familiar routine — on our first night together, at least.

Christina lit several candles they’d placed about the room, then turned off the overhead light. Little Emily was giving serious consideration to the exact positioning of the pillows… then she stood beside her sister, nibbling her lower lip as both girls gazed at us.

Christina looked down at her dress. “Um… we’re usually in our jammies.”

“Go get changed then,” I said. They scampered off.

Fay turned to me, her eyes dancing with nervous excitement. “Is this really happening, babe? It feels like a dream.”

“It is happening,” I murmured. “You and I are about to live out a fantasy that few women like us will ever experience.”

“God, Nicky,” she whispered, drawing me close, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, babe,” I sighed happily, drifting into her arms.

We held each other for a long, blissful while — at least until the girls dashed back in, this time in their cute pajamas.

Christina frowned thoughtfully as she looked around the room. “Let’s see, candles, pillows, our jammies… what’s missing?”

“They have way too many clothes on!” Emily squealed, pointing at us accusingly.

“That’s right. Aunt Fay, Aunt Nicky… you have to take all your clothes off!”

It felt weird, but thrilling. There we were, slipping out of evening dresses off in front of the girls. I unzipped Fay from the back, then letting her dress drop to the floor. She stood there in bra and panties and I undid the catch, baring her breasts.

Little Emily turned and whispered into her sister’s ear. “Yeah,” Christine agreed, “just like Mommy’s.”

I turned my lover around to find a new light in her eyes. Gone was all signs of fear and nervousness. Now, she radiated desire.

I’d gone without a bra that night, so Fay only had to ease the front of my dress down to expose my breasts, the nipples stiff and aching to be touched. Drawing me to her, she kissed me hotly, pressing her body into mine as we swapped tongues.

We finally broke apart, blushing slightly, shared a smile and slid our panties down and off before turning to face the girls.

Emily excitedly whispered, “Wow!”

“What?” Fay demanded.

Emily replied, “Hair. You guys have hair down there.”

It seems that Angela had kept herself shaved smooth, so the girls had never seen a grown woman’s pubes before, at least not in person. Fay and I had, respectively, light and dark bushes, neatly trimmed. It was just a reminder to us that our little girls would soon be showing us their own vulvas. I could already feel myself getting soaked.

“Okay,” Christina instructed, “now you gotta sit on the bed, back against the pillows.”

Fay and I made our way to the head of the bed and arranged ourselves. The girls watched, waiting patiently until we were still.

Chris gave us a nod of approval. “Mommy liked to touch herself while she watched us,” she declared, then turned to Emily, reaching for her sister’s hand.

Emily and Christina gazed into one another’s eyes and smiled, then slowly drifted into a warm hug. They held each other, swaying very slightly. Then Christina pulled away just enough to give her baby sister a loving look… and our little girls kissed.

Their lips brushed together gently at first, the kiss soft, affectionate. Then Emily’s tongue emerged to lick at Christina’s lips, and they seemed to melt into one another, their embrace growing increasingly passionate. Fay’s hand clutched mine, and I swear that I could feel her heartbeat pulsing through her fingers. Christina’s hands slipped down to cup her baby sister’s bottom as she tongue-fucked Emily’s eager mouth.

Fay and I were transfixed, so lost in the moment that we weren’t even masturbating, like the girls expected us to do. We just sat there holding hands, drinking in this vision of prepubescent lesbian incest.

From the day Chris and Emily came to stay with us, Fay and I had been pleased, and a little surprised, at how well our little girls got on together — especially considering the often stormy relationships she and I had both experienced with our own siblings. But now we understood: Christina and Emily weren’t just sisters, and they weren’t merely playing sex games together for the pleasure of it… they were genuine lovers. The adoring looks they shared and the intensity of their kisses made the room seem at least ten degrees hotter.

A sudden pulse of arousal shot through me when Emily slipped her hands beneath her sister’s top, sliding them up Christina’s body to fondle her breasts. Christina moaned into Emily’s kissing mouth, cradling her baby sister’s hips with both hands.

This was the hottest, sexiest thing I’d ever seen — and a quick glance at Fay told me that she felt the same way.

Drifting apart, Chris took Emily’s hand, leading the younger girl to the foot of the bed. I gave in to the heat of the moment, pressing a hand between my trembling thighs. Fay was already fingering herself; I could hear the squishing of her wet pussy.

Emily and Christina helped each other take off their pajama tops, almost bashfully. I couldn’t help but moan at the sight of their partial nudity. I had seen Christina’s budding breasts for the first time the other day, but they seemed even more alluring now. Emily was still a child, her chest flat but for pert pink nipples. I’d seen her naked in the tub, of course, but now her nudity meant something completely new to me. They both had flawless, creamy skin that my hands ached to caress.

What a decadent scene we made: a pair of grown women, both stark naked and masturbating, watching two little girls put on a sex show for us.

Christina reached for the waistband of her sister’s pajama bottoms and slowly drew them down, revealing Emily’s bare slit. Our grinning nine-year old stepped out of her jammies, then turned to help her big sister get that last item of clothing down her legs and feet. Now our little girls were both nude, and I trembled in anticipation of what they would do next.

The smell of cunt was sharp in the air. Fay’s sex was especially fragrant, something I loved about her. She gave off the most enchanting perfume when aroused, and I drew in a deep breath of the thick, heady scent.

Standing behind her sister, Christina reached around Emily to cup her childish sex, stroking the smooth slit with a finger. Emily tilted her head back, Chris dipped hers forward, and their mouths met in another tender kiss, tongues playing sweet games while their bare bodies pressed tightly together. Christine was grinding her pelvis in a very lewd way against her baby sister’s bottom.

Gently breaking away, Christina glanced at us, then crawled onto the bed. Fay and I stared open-mouthed as the eleven-year-old nymphet lay back in front of us, parting her thighs to show us what she had.

Naked, she was the most beautiful creation imaginable. Christina’s adolescent body was smooth as silk; her sparsely downed pussy a soft-petaled flower.

Fay and I both leaned forward to get a closer look, and in response, Christine opened her sex for us with trembling fingers. Her pussy shone with a clean pink wetness that enthralled me. I could just see the tiny nubbin of her clit, waiting to be licked.

As if she was reading my mind, Fay moved to kneel between Christina’s thighs, slowly lowering her face to the child’s slit. She took a long, slow lick, then pressed in further, going down on her niece for the first time. I masturbated furiously as I watched my lover living out her ultimate fantasy for the first time, knowing that I would soon be experiencing the same forbidden pleasures.

Christina’s eyes were glazed as her aunt tenderly licked her smooth cleft. Meanwhile, naked little Emily knelt down to whisper in her sister’s ear. Christina listened, then smiled at Emily and nodded. With that, Emily stood, straddled her sister’s head and carefully lowered her babyish sex to Christina’s already open mouth. My fingers started moving in overdrive, and Fay lifted her head just in time to see Christina licking her little sister’s vagina. “Oh, my God,” I heard my lover whisper.

As Emily slowly settled onto her sibling’s face, I could see Christina’s tongue exploring the child’s tiny hole. The nine-year-old let her head tilt backward, eyes closed and mouth open as big sister pleasured her.

The sight was too much for me; I had to join in.

I quickly rose and made my way to the bed, where I knelt next to Emily on the bed, reaching up to caress the child’s nipples. Her face turned to mine, a look of adoration in her eyes. My lips sought hers in a kiss that quickly grew heated when her little tongue pushed into my mouth.

I began to touch little Emily, my hands eagerly exploring her childish body. It was like no loving I had ever known before — utterly intoxicating!

I moaned into Emily’s kiss as her hand found its way to my dripping cunt, clumsily finding the opening before two fingers slipped deep inside me. In seconds I was coming, sweet shocks of pleasure jolting through my frame. I tore my mouth from Emily’s and cried out, shaking from head to toe as she wriggled her fingers around in my vagina.

Then Emily was coming herself, pressing her face into my breasts as she shivered with delight from her big sister’s oral loving. And suddenly Christina’s body began to buck and rock on the bed as Fay ate her to orgasm.

Fay, still lying on her tummy and nuzzling Christina’s vagina, was the only one of us who had yet to climax, so little Emily climbed from her big sister’s face, scooted around the bed and knelt behind Fay, lowering her face into the juncture of her aunt’s thighs to lick her from behind.

Fay gasped, then lifted her head from Christina’s sex just long enough to twist her head back around and take in the amazing sight of nine-year-old Emily, nose buried in the crack of her ass and licking at her cunt.

Clearly, that view was too much for Fay, who immediately exploded in a screaming orgasm that shook the bed violently. I was blown away. My lover had always been a real tigress, but I’d never seen her climax like that.

Emily rose from behind Fay, giggling happily at the sight of her ecstasy-dazed aunt. I opened my arms, and she fell into them. Christina snuggled next to me. Fay, gasping for air and soaked with sweat, crawled onto the bed to join us. We lay cuddled together in a tangle of sweet, sticky flesh.

Soon enough our desire started to simmer once more, and hands began to explore the warm bodies of new lovers; lips placed gentle kisses upon bare skin and purrs of delight were heard. Christina took my nipple into her mouth and began to suckle as my hands slipped down her back to fondle her bottom. She arched her head back to gasp with delight as my fingertip teased her asshole, then I quickly claimed her mouth in a kiss.

My heart swelled as this nude eleven-year-old girl returned my kiss, her tongue plunging into my mouth. She was groping my breasts while I slipped a hand between her thighs to cup her barely downed pussy, allowing a finger to slip into the moist slit. I glanced to my right to see Fay seated on the bed, back pressed against the headboard with little Emily straddling her lap — a grown woman and a little girl, sharing a steamy French kiss.

Suddenly Christina pushed me onto my back and squirmed down between my legs, her eyes dancing with excitement. Without hesitation she pressed her mouth into my throbbing cunt, and I cried out loud. Her tongue emerged to lick at my labia like a hungry kitten, then she plastered her mouth to my sex and began to go down on me in earnest.

I whimpered, my fingers tangling in Christina’s hair. Jesus, she was good. I’d had cunnilingus from life-long dykes who couldn’t eat pussy as well as this preteen girl.

I opened my eyes to see what the others were up to… oh, my. Emily was on her knees, and my lover was licking at her nine-year-old niece’s asshole. Emily’s head was thrown back, and she had a hand between her thin legs, plunging a finger in and out of her bare sex. That sight was enough to push me over the edge and into orgasm yet again. And as I lay panting in the aftermath, I heard Emily squeal in rapture as her aunt made her come.

Poor little Emily fell asleep right there on the bed at that point, so Fay picked up her nude niece and carried her to her bedroom to tuck her in. Christina and I shared hot, hungry kisses until Fay got back.

Once she did, it was a free-for-all. Christina seemed to be in heaven as the three of us made love over and over again. God, that youngster could fuck women like she lived for it. As she knelt to taste her aunt’s pussy, I moved behind her and fondled her flawless bottom. I was nearly swooning as I spread her cheeks apart to gaze at her cute pink rosebud. My finger teased the rim of her pucker and, as if in a stupor; my head drifted forward, lost in the sweet flesh of this little girl. I remember my tongue pressing against her pouting anus, then pushing in a little. I felt the young one squeal, then giggle as I began probing her rectum with my tongue.

We moved about in various combinations, trying everything out. Then as the night began to wane, Fay, who couldn’t get enough of Christina’s pussy, was about to lick the girl’s slit one last time. I held the child in my arms as my mate parted Christina’s sticky labia with her fingers and inhaled deeply, savoring her little-girl scent like a fine wine. As Fay ran her tongue through her niece’s velvet slit, Christina sucked my nipple into her mouth and teased it with playful little bites that had me gasping. Soon the youngster was bucking and twitching as Fay licked her to one last orgasm. After that, the three of us more or less passed out.

Everyone slept late that morning. I could barely walk in a straight line, much less whip up the big breakfast I usually served up on Saturday mornings, so it was toaster waffles for all. I must have looked like Fay did; worn out and ready to crawl back under the sheets — only this time, it would be to sleep! Somehow, though, I managed to get an edible morning meal together.

The kids looked bright and cheery and asked if they could watch TV. We nodded, and they scooted off, bickering over the remote. Fay looked at me in amazement.

Rising together from the breakfast table, we peered into the living room at the youngsters. If it wasn’t for a brief, sweet smile Christina turned to give us, you’d have thought that the previous night had been some kind of crazy dream.

“Amazing,” Fay said, shaking her head in astonishment.

“Told ya,” I smiled.

*****

For a week or so after that, Fay and I were like two kids in a candy shop. We couldn’t get enough of the beautiful bodies of our adopted girls. We would rush home from work, eager to undress them and slip into bed for a sex party, exploring our little lovers with fingers, mouths and tongues. Emily began to wear flannel pajamas with nothing underneath around the house, because she knew how I loved to pull the bottom half down to her ankles to reveal her flawless little ass, then part her cheeks and push my tongue into her butt crack.

Luckily for us both, Christina and Emily were just as eager for sex as Fay and I. They couldn’t wait for the chance to run their hands over our breasts, or bury their faces in our cunts. As it turned out, they both loved our pubic hair, and prevailed on us to give up trimming down there. I even stopped shaving under my arms, which the girls liked too. Christina, in particular, loved to bury her face into the tuft of hair in my armpit and lick me there.

In the two years since the four of us became lovers, we’ve managed to relax a bit, and can spend quality time together without at least a couple of us having to fuck right then and there… but our collective sex life is still pretty amazing. At least once a week, all four of us get naked and enjoy a family orgy. Every Friday, we all dress up and go out to that same restaurant we took Fay to on our wonderful first night together. And when we get home, the clothes come off and the loving begins.

Last night, we started by having the kids undress us. Christina giggled as she unfastened Fay’s black top, and Emily had to stand on the bed to undo mine. Fay’s bra always unclasped from the front, and Christina buried her face in her adopted mother’s newly bared breasts. Soon we were all naked and cuddling, sharing French kisses.

Fay sat back with young Emily in her arms, masturbating as her little girl suckled her beautiful breasts, their nudity creating a sexy Madonna and child scene. Christina and I began to touch each other as we watched them, the wetness of her lightly-downed sex spurring my lust even higher.

Fay pulled a glistening finger from her cunt and smeared the wetness on her left nipple. Emily smiled and sucked it into her mouth, flicking at the pink tip with a playful tongue. With a happy sigh, Fay resumed her fingering, fondling the child’s pert bottom with her free hand.

Pausing to give me a quick kiss, Christina moved to join them, sliding between Emily’s thighs to take her little sister’s sex into her mouth. Fay’s hand was working frantically between her thighs as both our little girls made love to her.

Wanting to participate, I slid forward and rubbed my face against Christina’s flawless ass, eyeing my lover sinfully as I did so. She groaned and her mouth dropped open as she worked her clit even faster. Pressing my face between the girl’s cheeks and breathing in the wonderful mixed aroma of pussy and anus, I pried Christina’s cheeks apart and gazed hungrily at her pink star, licking my lips in anticipation.

I looked up to see that Fay was watching me at that moment — and with both hands parting her bottom, I extended my tongue to explore Christina’s asshole. The girl moaned into Fay’s cunt when she felt that first lick, clearly loving it.

That was when Fay began to come. With my mouth buried in Christina’s crack, I could feel the bed shake from my lover’s convulsions. Emily had to hold on for dear life as her aunt shook in ecstasy, bucking and rocking helplessly.

Christina continued to pleasure Emily’s vagina, and her body began to tremble when my index finger slipped into her juicy cunt. I had learned long ago how to make this child climax on cue, and with my finger probing her pussy and my tongue bathing her anus, she was just about there.

When Chris comes, it’s an intense yet quiet orgasm that makes her boyish body quiver gently, like a struck tuning fork. She was coming like that now, her anal ring gripping my finger as I worked the tip of it into her. I watched in delight as her ass-cheeks clenched tightly at the instant of release, her girlish body frozen in mindless rapture.

When Christina turned over, gasping for air, I lowered my body onto hers, pressing my full breasts into her smaller ones and kissing her luscious mouth as hotly as I was able. She wrapped her limber legs around my hips and giggled; my finger was still knuckle-deep in her hole. We kissed for a long while, savoring the sound of Emily’s whimpers as Fay licked her smooth slit.

Then Christina broke our kiss and grinned wickedly, “Get up on your hands and knees, Aunt Nicky,” she purred in a little-girl voice that never failed to spur my lust to wicked new highs, “I want to lick you now.”

How could I refuse an offer like that? I rose to my knees and positioned myself just above my teen lover’s face, pulse racing, then clutched the bedsheets, a small whimper escaping my lips as Christina’s tongue began to explore the wet folds of my cunt. I glanced to the other side of the bed, smiling up at a gasping Emily, who was now riding Fay’s face. I could clearly see my girlfriend’s tongue licking lovingly at Emily’s babyish slit, pleasuring our littlest girl. Then Emily, biting her lower lip, leaned forward a bit, sliding her hand between Fay’s thighs to touch her pussy.

I hummed with pleasure, savoring the feel of Christina’s hot mouth on my sex as I watched the others make love. I closed my eyes and, as I so often did these days, thought to myself, This is heaven.

*****

This story is a tribute / adaptation of the Frankie and Janey series of stories by Leslita author HoneyWest, one of the first writers to post at that site… and an author of considerable erotic power whose work you should check out immediately, if not sooner. I loved the original Frankie and Janey tales, enough to want to try my hand at a “cover version” of HoneyWest’s saga that put a different spin on it. She generously gave me the green light to do so, and I was off.

I rewrote the story fairly thoroughly — keeping some plot elements, discarding others, adding new text and dialogue, and changing the gender of one major character.

My heartfelt gratitude to HoneyWest for inspiration… and here’s hoping that we see a new story from her someday.

By JetBoy

Fay and I had been lovers for nearly a year before things changed drastically in our lives. What happened to us then was — but I’m getting ahead of the story.

My name is Nicole, but everyone calls me Nicky. When Fay and I first met, I was a receptionist for a pharmaceutical company and she was a chemist whose excuses for visiting the front office were getting lamer every day, since she was obviously coming to flirt with me. Finally, I told her that she should just ask me for a date and get it over with. She did, and I accepted.

I was a fairly attractive girl at twenty-three with a slim figure, a bit shy and reserved in my ways. I was never what you would call wild as a teenager, and even now I think of watching an old silent movie with a big bowl of popcorn as a satisfying way to spend an evening.

Fay was stunning at thirty-two. Downright beautiful, in fact, with a shapely figure and a humorous, outgoing personality that made you smile from across the room. I’d dated boys as a teen, though I’d had crushes on other girls for as long as I could remember. I finally worked out that I was a lesbian not long after starting college. Fay had known all her life.

The first time we went out was an old-fashioned date, with dinner and a long walk, ending with her giving me a chaste goodnight kiss at my apartment door. As for the second date — well, we didn’t make it out of her apartment for the entire weekend, lost in a marathon of every imaginable kind of sex that two women could share. We seemed to be made for one another, able to relate as friends as well as lovers.

There was only one odd note in our new relationship: when the subject of our fantasies arose one night while we were cuddling in bed, Fay shied away from the topic. I let it go, not wanting to seem nosy, but was still curious. I actually tried to tap into her computer files about a week after we became involved, to see what websites she might frequent — but it quickly became clear that Fay took the time to cover her tracks. This secrecy on her part left me slightly uneasy, but I decided to be patient and wait until she felt comfortable enough to share, telling myself to keep an open mind.

Fay and I seemed to mesh perfectly. At first we’d spend the weekends together and the rest in our own apartments; but quickly ended up wanting more, and finally moved in together. It worked out beautifully for us both. We were amazingly compatible as housemates, and the sex was awesome. I was walking on air, convinced that I had found the love of my life.

We had lived together for a year or so when Fay received the news: her sister Angela, a widow, had been killed in a car accident. She had lived more than a thousand miles away and didn’t have much to do with her lesbian sibling. I wasn’t sure why; Fay was always vague on the subject, and I didn’t push it.

Despite whatever it was between them, Fay chose to attend her sister’s funeral, catching a flight the next day. I expected her back a day or two later; she ended up staying nearly a week, letting me know that there was unresolved family business she was obliged to attend to.

Fay phoned a day before her flight home, and I immediately sensed that something was up.

“Nicky,” she began, “I need to talk to you about something… it’s pretty important.”

Oh, hell, I thought, a knot of tension suddenly pulsing at the base of my spine. This doesn’t sound good. “What’s up?” I asked, trying and failing to sound calm.

“Don’t panic, for God’s sake. Something’s come up, but it’s not a disaster, I promise. More of… an obligation, really.”

I felt a measure of relief, but was still nervous. “Just tell me you haven’t hooked up with some old high school girlfriend… and you’re giving me the heave-ho for her.”

“What? No, no — it’s nothing like that. I still love you madly, honeybunch. Now hush, and let me tell you what’s going on. It’s about my sister’s kids…”

She quickly laid out the details. Angela had two daughters, both still in grade school. The last time Fay had seen her sister, the oldest was only a toddler.

“They’re amazing,” she declared. “Sweet, bright and — well, they’re utterly adorable. You’ll see for yourself.”

“Um… I will?” I interjected, surprised.

“Oh, crap,” Fay groaned. “I didn’t mean to tell you like that. Okay, let me explain.” So she laid out the situation that had fallen in her lap — and mine.

With the death of their mother, Emily and Christina had no one to turn to but Fay. The girls’ father had died of a heart attack five years earlier, and their only living grandparent, the father of Angela’s late husband, had advanced Alzheimer’s. There was also an uncle, a brother-in-law who had made it abundantly clear that he had no intention of taking in his nieces. “Not that I’d want him to, anyhow,” Fay muttered. “He’s a creep. Fucker hit on me right after the funeral.”

That left my lover as their only other blood relation, and Fay had already decided that she couldn’t allow her sister’s children to become wards of the state.

“I’m sorry to spring this on you, babe,” she sighed, “but I’ve got a responsibility here. We only really touched on the possibility of having kids of our own, so I’ll understand if you aren’t ready for this.”

I couldn’t help but giggle. “You jerk. Think I’d leave you in the lurch the first time things got sticky?”

She had the good grace to sound sheepish. “Well… I didn’t know how ready you were to be a first-time mom…”

“Readier than you are, cupcake,” I countered. “God, I’m trying to imagine you raising two pre-teen girls on your lonesome. They’d be living like primates within a month.”

“Oooooohh!” she squealed. “I’m gonna spank you for that when we get back!”

“Oh, I’m ready to be punished by you, funbuns. You can smack me around with that nasty tongue of yours.”

After a few more choice pleasantries and the arrival time of her flight home the next day, we exchanged I-love-yous and she rang off. It wasn’t until a few minutes later that I wondered how much Fay had told her nieces about me — and her lifestyle.

*****

Two days later I met my lover at the airport, where she stood next to the baggage carousel with one arm draped around the shoulders of a beautiful little girl. Then a slightly older girl peeked timidly from behind Fay.

“Welcome to San Francisco, guys,” Fay told her nieces, glancing from one to the other. “I want you to meet my roommate and best friend in the whole world, Nicky.”

Just like that, I was introduced to nine-year-old Emily and eleven-year-old Christina, two of the cutest kids I’d ever seen. They seemed dazed and shaken, no doubt overwhelmed by the emotional whirlwind of the last week, and my heart went out to them.

I greeted the girls warmly, giving them hugs and sunny smiles, then led our new family to where I’d parked.

On the drive home, Fay and I did our best to keep the mood lighthearted; it worked fairly well, given the circumstances. Little Emily began to ask questions about the sights, and soon Fay managed to draw big sister Christina into the conversation too.

Once the girls began to relax and grow more animated, I quickly found myself liking them enormously. Fay had not exaggerated one bit when she’d told me how bright and adorable her nieces were. The cold, cruel reality of their mother’s death still lingered, but I could tell that Christina and Emily were trying to make the best of this new situation — and their new life.

We detoured into a ice cream shop, where Fay gave the kids money and told them to get whatever they wanted.

The girls got in line, scanning the marquee for flavors, while I turned to my lover.

“Okay, I’m sold,” I told her. “If you’re ready to be a mom, then so am I.”

Breaking into an enormous smile, Fay reached for my hand, gave it a squeeze. “It it okay for me to be a little scared?”

“You’d be crazy not to be,” I assured her. “I sure am. But it’s the right thing to do.”

“God, I love you,” she whispered. “It’s going to be a hell of a ride… but we’ll make it work, won’t we?”

“Absolutely. Now come on, Mom — let’s grab a table.”

And just like that, our lives were changed completely.

*****

Clearly, our apartment was too small for a family of four, so we began the search for a suitable new home, immersing ourselves in the roller coaster of the Bay Area real estate market. The house we found was perfect and affordable, but wouldn’t be available for two months, so the girls were to sleep with Fay in her bed until we moved.

Having just lost their mother, thrust into a new environment, Fay and I decided not to complicate things even more by revealing the true nature of our relationship, so we elected not to come out to the kids just yet. I was magically transformed into Aunt Nicky, Fay’s best friend and roommate.

The kids seemed to adjust quickly to their new lives, all things considered, though Fay’s attempts at taking care of what I called “mom business,” were sometimes clumsy, often hilarious. She did her best, though, and the girls were amazingly patient and understanding. Before long, parenthood seemed like second nature to Fay. It was a side of my lover that I never even knew was there. I did my share of the mothering, too, and by the end of the first month we were a genuine family.

It helped that the girls were so good-natured. Emily was quiet, sweet, and very, very cute. Christina was smart as a whip and drop-dead gorgeous, with a face that told you she was going to be an enchantress when she grew into womanhood. I’d noticed how Fay almost seemed spellbound by her at times, and I knew just how she felt — the child was that striking.

Fay and I tried to maintain an atmosphere of normality in our household, but to be honest, I missed my lover. I missed tasting her pussy. I missed spending time in her bed straddling her, rubbing our moist cunts together. I missed spreading her buttocks apart and licking her asshole. I missed having her warm body next to mine while I slept.

We toyed with the notion of getting away for a night of steamy sex in a hotel, but Fay was nervous about leaving the kids with a babysitter just yet. So we settled for what snatches of sex we could steal — a furtive hand slipped into Fay’s panties, a heavy petting session on the couch as the kids slept down the hall, a hot tongue kiss now and then.

It was during one of these make-out sessions — me with a hand in her slacks, fingering her pussy and anus, Fay groping me inside my shirt, rolling my nipples between her fingers — that she suddenly decided to reveal her secret side.

“Okay. So you want to know what really turns me on?” she whispered. “I mean, you’ve asked me enough times.”

“Yes,” I panted excitedly, “Please, Fay, tell me!” She could see in my eyes that I was ready to know the truth.

Fay moistened her lips, parted them to speak… then Emily could be heard in the hallway, crying that she’d had a nightmare.

I could have screamed with sheer frustration. Instead I gave a heavy sigh. Fay quickly rose to her feet, adjusted herself and, with a resigned smile, went to soothe her niece. After awhile, she came into the living room with Emily, who was drifting off to sleep in her arms.

She kissed me and shrugged. “I promise, babe,” she said, “Tomorrow night, I’ll tell you everything.”

The next evening, the girls had a blanket spread out on the living room floor and were watching Dexter’s Laboratory while we adults were cuddling on the couch. Suddenly Fay raised her head, peering at Christina and Emily. Following her gaze, I saw that the girls had both fallen asleep.

Turning to shush me, Fay slipped from my arms, rose to her feet and tiptoed from the room, telling me with a gesture to stay put. My heart began to throb in anticipation, knowing that my lover had something exciting planned.

Soon, she rejoined me on the sofa, cradling what looked like a photo album in her hands. Gazing warmly at me, she tapped it with a nervous smile. “This is what you wanted to know about me,” she whispered. “What I’m into.”

Aching with curiosity, I reached out for the thick plastic-covered binder.

Handing it to me, Fay whispered, “Now you have to understand, I’ve never done this kind of thing myself… but it turns me on more than just about anything.”

When I opened the book, I felt a flush of surprised arousal. On the first page was a beautifully drawn picture of a young girl, about six or seven, completely nude. She was posing for the artist in an unashamed manner; legs parted, her bare slit slightly open.

I gasped and stared at Fay, but she wouldn’t meet my eyes. I turned the page, then another — and saw more drawings, lithographs and sketches with the same theme. One had two young girls touching each other’s slits; another beautifully rendered line drawing had a mother and daughter — both nude, the child sitting on her mother’s lap suckling her breast, the woman’s hand provocatively placed under the girl’s bottom.

I turned another page to see a Japanese anime shot of a woman being licked by a girl child, then a series of very old photographs from what appeared to be almost a century ago, all of naked little girls.

I felt my mouth go dry, my heart race. I kept looking at the drawings, unsure of how to respond, conscious of how incredibly wet my pussy was — stunned by how perfectly the forbidden desires of my lover mirrored my own.

By my eighteenth year, I’d finally understood that I was gay, and the secret longings I felt for other girls were part and parcel of my real self. That summer, my mom and dad had taken me to Granddad’s lodge at Lake Sims, where we met up with my Aunt Edna, Uncle Fred and my twelve-year-old cousin Rebecca, who I hadn’t seen for at least five years.

Rebecca and I shared a room at the lodge, and gravitated naturally into hanging out together — which freed up the adults to spend their time listening to country music, watching Fox News and playing endless games of bridge — all of which I hated with a passion.

I was surprised and a little frightened to find myself feeling a sexual attraction to Rebecca. She was a sweet, adorable kid who was just beginning to bloom into womanhood, and soon I was indulging in hot masturbation fantasies about her while she slept in the bed next to mine.

Nothing came of my lust for her, of course — I was still grappling with the idea of being gay, and there was no way I could have ever summoned up the nerve to make a move on my underage cousin. She and I went skinny dipping a few times, and once I got to dry her off afterwards.

That week at the lake and those magical hours with Rebecca made its mark on my soul, leaving me with a secret hunger for cute nymphets. It troubled, even frightened me, but those dangerous longings wouldn’t be denied.

Oh, I threw myself headlong into the queer lifestyle once I’d returned to college, but still found myself lusting after pre-teen girls. The Olsen twins got me wet, Hilary Duff brought me to the boil. And as for Emma Watson — well, my friends were constantly making fun of me about my obsession with the early Harry Potter movies. They didn’t know how often I fingered myself to orgasm, dreaming of attending Hogwarts and romping in bed for hours with Hermione Granger… or indulging in wild threesomes with her and Ginny Weasley.

Then there were the little girls I saw in real life — baby sisters of my school friends, kids at neighborhood playgrounds, at the local library or the mall. No matter how much sex I had with women my age or older, I still fixated on girls twelve or younger — sometimes as young as seven or eight.

It became second nature for me to keep these feelings hidden, so it had never occurred to me to share them with Fay. After all my obsession about her sexual appetites, it struck me that I’d been just as secretive.

I turned to see Fay studying me with nervous anticipation, so scared that I’d be disgusted with her. So I whispered, “Wow, babe… this is fucking hot.”

“Really!?” she squeaked, her face lighting up.

I shushed her, and leaned forward to check the kids… both still asleep. I took advantage of this by kissing Fay passionately, probing her mouth with my tongue. I felt her hand unfasten my pants, slipping inside to cup my wet cunt. Soon the only sounds in the room were wacky cartoon voices and my squishing pussy.

I glanced up at the girls again — and suddenly, I was drinking in the sight of Christina as she lay on her belly, feeling a crazy urge to pull down her panties and kiss her bare bottom. No, no… I can’t think like that.

Opening the book again, I fumbled through its pages while Fay pleasured me — and when I saw an illustration of two mature women disrobing a young girl, I went off like a firework, grabbing a throw pillow and clutching it to my mouth as Fay’s fingers brought me to a mind-blowing orgasm.

I grabbed my lover by the hand and led her quickly into the bedroom, where I pushed her onto the bed, tore our clothes off and, lifting her leg up, crushed our pussies together. As our thrusts found a steady rhythm, we began to fuck like crazed animals, grinding wetly until Fay and I exploded in a glorious mutual climax.

Afterwards we lay entwined, basking in a shared sense of well-being. I’d never loved Fay more, now that I knew I was no longer alone in my feelings for little girls.

Brushing my damp bangs to one side, she murmured, “I love you, Nicky. God, I was so worried that you’d think I was a horrible person.”

“No, babe,” I crooned, kissing the tip of her nose. “Never. And I love you too.”

*****

It was astonishing just how quickly things changed for Fay and I after the kids came into our lives. In the space of a few months we went from two single lesbians to a family of four — complete with PTA meetings, Saturday morning cartoons, scattered toys, juice boxes and helping with homework.

We finally picked a day to sit the girls down and tell them that their aunt and I were a couple. We were a little nervous and halting in our presentation, so Christina helped explain things to her little sister.

“See, Emily, instead of a man and woman, Aunt Fay and Aunt Nicky are a woman and a woman,” she told her sibling, as if she was a second grade teacher explaining to her class how the letter “C” has two different sounds.

Kids are way too sophisticated these days. It turned out that at least one other child in her new class had gay parents, and the school was liberal about such matters, being far more concerned about students who were from single-parent homes.

Fay and I were delighted that the girls were okay with our relationship, yet something about their response seemed odd to me, something I couldn’t quite pin down. For one thing, they didn’t seem very curious about the whole thing. The night before, after the girls had gone to bed, I’d sat down at the kitchen table with Fay and we’d discussed how we would answer the barrage of questions they were certain to hit us with, once the cat was out of the bag about our being lovers.

Instead, Christina and Emily had seemed very matter-of-fact about our revelation. It seemed a little weird, but I finally decided with a shrug that, after all, gays and lesbians were so much more visible these days that kids didn’t see same-sex preference as such a big deal.

Anyhow, it was fantastic to finally be open about ourselves to the girls — we could be openly affectionate with each other in front of them, cuddling and kissing one another. Like most parents, though, Fay and I always waited until the girls were asleep before allowing our passions to flare hot and heavy.

All in all, our little experiment in domesticity was a success. The kids seemed perfectly happy with their new home, as were Fay and I. Neither of us had ever planned on having children, or even given any serious thought to the matter — but now we couldn’t imagine life without Christina and Emily.

The one thing we kept from the girls was our secret passion for, well, little girls. Fay and I delighted in our lovemaking, but every once in awhile we would pull that album of photos and drawings out of hiding and pore through its pages before attacking each other in a lustful frenzy. Now and again, we would surprise each other with new drawings or photos, mostly found on the internet. One day, I stumbled upon a website with hundreds and hundreds of lesbian stories about young girls. Needless to say, that site became a frequent stop of ours.

Then there were certain times when Fay and I would nestle close, finger each other’s cunts and, in hushed tones, fantasize about Christina and Emily, getting off to wild fantasies of the things we would love to do with our kids.

Mind you, we were determined to be good parents and had promised each other that our children would always be off limits in that sense. Not that we didn’t fantasize about them, mind you.

First there was Christina. My God, that girl was so beautiful. At eleven, her body seemed to manifest what I loved most in a little girl: a boyish shape that seemed to radiate femininity. She moved gracefully, lithe and relaxed as a cat. Her face was striking — lips that made you long to nibble them, a cute button nose and eyes that warmed your soul. She could have been a child model, and was clearly destined to be a gorgeous woman. Every time I saw her bottom jiggle as she walked away from me, I had to remind myself of the promise Fay and I had made to behave ourselves.

Then there was Emily — the pixie, the enchantress. She moved so quickly and quietly that the rest of us made jokes about her magical ability to vanish and appear at will. Emily had a wisdom beyond her nine years; she wasn’t a chatterbox like so many girls of her age, but couldn’t be called timid either. Her hair was cut short — she preferred it that way — and her eyes were deep pools of blue. She still had a child’s body, innocent of womanly attributes. Yet I desired Emily almost as strongly as I did her big sister, especially when she raced about the house wearing nothing but colorful underpants. I’d imagine what it would be like to press my face between her bare thighs, lips and nose buried in the soft cotton, breathing in her little-girl scent — then I’d chide myself yet again. Enough already, Nicole. Enough!

Fay and I might have gone on for years, secretly desiring our girls and always fighting that desire. But then one day, I witnessed something that would ultimately turn all our lives upside down.

Continue on to Part Two

By JetBoy

I was down with a mild case of the flu, doing my best to sleep it away. The illness seemed to have run its course by Sunday, but I was still enjoying the bed rest when Fay stuck her head in to let me know she was off to the grocery store, and did I need anything?

I put in a request for Honey Nut Cheerios and chicken soup mix, and Fay blew me a kiss. I heard her telling the kids that she had to run to the store for a bit and to let Aunt Nicky rest. Goodbyes were exchanged, the front door opened and closed, and Fay was gone.

The last thing I remember hearing was Emily playing with her toys in the living room, then I drifted off for a few minutes.

Out of nowhere, I was jerked awake. Puzzled, I sat up, rubbed my eyes. There had been no sound, and no one else was in the room, but I sensed that someone had looked in on me. Struggling to my feet, I made my clumsy way to the bedroom door. If the girls were up to something they shouldn’t be, I intended to nip it in the bud before Fay got back.

I caught a glimpse of Christina holding Emily’s hand, leading baby sister into her bedroom. She quickly glanced up and down the hallway, and I managed to draw back just before she spied me.

My curiosity was instantly roused. What were they up to?

I was naked, so I hastily slipped on a pair of panties, then shrugged into my robe. Making my way into the hallway, I crept toward Christina’s room, pausing in mid-motion when I saw that her door was partially open, which eased my suspicions somewhat.

Still, I felt that something furtive was going on, so I opted to peek in through the other side, where the hinges were. It was a narrower opening, but allowed me to see plenty.

I took one glance — and nearly keeled over on the spot.

Emily was lying on the bed, bare from the waist down — shorts on the floor, panties ringing her ankle. She was staring at Christina, who was kneeling between her legs. It was all I could do not to gasp out loud as Christina’s lips parted and she began to lick her nine-year-old sister’s bare slit. She paused to adorn it with a warm kiss, then licked again.

Little Emily’s eyes drifted shut as she relaxed, giving herself over to pleasure. From where I stood, I had a great view of Christina’s mouth and tongue, lovingly kissing and licking at Emily’s sex — clearly, it was not the first time this adolescent girl had gone down on her baby sister.

I was rooted to the spot, my mind a jumble. On one hand, this was one of the hottest sights imaginable; on the other, they were just kids — and siblings!

Should I stop this? Weren’t they too young to be having sex? Maybe I ought to give them their space, let them explore each other if they wanted. On the other hand, was it okay for Christina to be giving oral to her own sister? Then again, what harm were they doing?

Emily’s lips were parted, and a tiny whimper escaped her throat as Christina went down on her. She was caressing her flat chest, occasionally pinching and tugging at her nipples.

Meanwhile, there I was, torn between two possibilities — break up this little sex party or leave them be. I was unable to decide, my mind locked in neutral.

To this day, I’m uncertain what I would have done if the moment hadn’t been interrupted by Fay.

Christina’s head popped up at the sound of jingling at the front door. Fay had too many keys on her ring, and always needed a few seconds to locate the right one. I saw Christina spring to her feet, while Emily frantically squirmed back into her panties. Me, I scampered back to the bedroom on tiptoe, pausing just long enough to shed my bathrobe before diving beneath the sheets.

Fay stuck her head in the bedroom moments later, her brow furrowed with concern. “Wow, you look all flushed, babe… you’re not having a relapse, are you?”

I made some lame excuse about being uncomfortably hot — thankfully, Fay bought it.

We ate lunch a few minutes later. All the while, I was amazed that neither child gave anything away about the sex games they were playing. I don’t mean that the girls were incapable of keeping secrets… but they were so nonchalant that you wouldn’t think there was a secret to keep. Not even sly glances to each other.

Me, I could never get away with bad behavior as a child, because Mom could always read me like a book, no matter how I tried to seem relaxed and casual. Now we were all seated at the dinner table with Christina talking about how her teacher broke a heel on her shoe in the middle of class, casual as anything. You’d never guess that she’d been nuzzling her little sister’s sex with that mouth just moments ago.

All the while I was on fire, aroused beyond belief by the thought of our little girls making love. I could see Emily’s babyish sex being caressed by Christina’s tongue, every time I closed my eyes.

I couldn’t decide for the life of me whether to tell Fay what I’d seen or not. As her lover and partner, it was my responsibility to let her know what our kids had been doing. On the other hand, I wasn’t sure that I even understood what they were doing. Was it love, lust, playing doctor, or simply a case of young girls imitating their lesbian mommies?

There was a furious debate raging back and forth in my head — but in the end, I chose to say nothing for the moment.

Sex with Fay was incredible that night, by the way. The arousal I felt proved to be contagious, and we really went to town on one another. I got my whole hand into Fay’s cunt for the first time, and she almost chewed her way through a pillow when she came. I think we fell asleep in the sixty-nine position.

As we lay cuddling the next morning, I heard the kids bumping about. That’s when I decided to approach little Christina in private when I got the chance and ask about the lesbian games she’d been playing with her baby sister.

My opportunity arrived sooner than I expected. We’d made plans to take Emily to the mall for new clothes, and I bowed out, citing the need to finish some office work that I’d gotten behind on while out with the flu. Then I surprised Christina by asking her to stay and keep me company. Fay just smiled knowingly and left with Emily, probably thinking that I was making some kind of plans for her upcoming birthday.

I brought a tray with milk, cookies and a cup of tea into the living room, then asked Christina to join me there. She entered cautiously, clearly sensing that something was up. Chris was wearing a cute dress with spaghetti straps that showed off her exquisite shoulders in a way that made me quiver inside. None of that, I sternly told myself. This is serious.

Christina was nervous, restlessly rubbing her bare feet together. I suppose it was obvious to us both that I needed to discuss something important, so I got straight to the point.

“Christina, you know what I want to talk about, don’t you?”

She looked away and nodded. “I… I think so. Does Aunt Fay know?”

“No, not yet. Right now, this is between you and me — and Emily, of course.”

Christina’s head jerked up abruptly, a shocked expression on her face at the mention of her sister’s name. “Emily?”

She grew pale with fear as I recounted what I’d seen her doing to her sister, then began to plead with me to keep their secret. Her voice was taut with panic as she begged me not to tell anyone else about what I’d witnessed that afternoon, not even Aunt Fay.

“Please, Aunt Nicky! No one can know! We promised! If they find out… they’ll, they’ll take Emily away and not let us be sisters anymore! We promised n-never to tell!”

I gazed deep into her eyes, my curiosity raging. “Who did you make this promise to, honey?”

Horrified at what she’d just said, the girl fell silent… but I now knew who it was, and my head spun at the realization. “Christina…” I began, “did your mother make you promise? Is that it? Do you want to tell me about it?”

Christina just stared at her knees. Me, I hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. Then it occurred to me: she was surprised when I mentioned her sister. What else did she think I wanted to discuss with her?

“Chris,” I said soothingly, and she raised her stricken face to mine. “You thought I wanted to talk about something different, didn’t you?”

“Oh,” she said, as if it no longer mattered. “I thought you found out about me looking at your book. The one with all the naked girls in it. I forgot to put one of the pictures back after I borrowed it.”

This time, my mouth fell open. “But… but we keep that in the bedroom safe!”

“I know. I, um, saw you do the combination when you put some papers away.” Frightened as she was, Chris managed a small, sly smile. “You guys are a lot like Mommy. She wasn’t too good at hiding stuff, either.”

Information moved more freely after that. Since we both had the goods on each other, we were equals in sin and therefore confidants. I told Christina that I’d answer any questions she had about our collection of Lolita art if she would tell me about her and Emily… and their mother.

Before she began, though, I made it clear that no one was going to separate her and Emily; that Fay and I wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen. Her fears eased, Chris became more forthcoming.

The girls’ father had died when she was nine and Emily was seven. Her mother, Angela, had taken the loss very badly. Sometimes Christina heard her crying at night and knew that she was missing their daddy very much. Not wanting her mom to feel alone, Chris began to tiptoe into Angela’s room and crawl into bed with her, to keep Mommy company.

At first they cuddled and drifted to sleep together, but soon Angela began to touch and caress the little girl’s body. She would run her hands over Christina’s flat chest, fondle her bottom, then slip a hand between the child’s thighs to gently caress her slit. Chris was a bit startled at first, but quickly came to love her mother’s touches.

Then Angela began teaching her daughter how to kiss like a grownup, where your mouths move together and lips open to let the tongues meet and play. Christina loved this new way of kissing, especially when she and her mommy took all their nightwear off and held each other close. They would lie together for a long while, naked and kissing like lovers do in the movies.

It was not long afterward that Angela began to kiss other parts of Christina’s body, starting with the girl’s soft neck, then moving down to lick at her nipples. Christina’s eyes were distant as she told me about how good that had felt, her mom’s warm mouth nuzzling her chest. Then Angela lavished kisses on her tummy as she continued on a journey down her daughter’s body.

When Mommy kissed her pussy for the first time, Christina had been utterly shocked, never having heard of such a thing before. But the feeling of Angela’s soft mouth and hot tongue exploring the most intimate parts of her body soon had the ten-year-old girl moaning with pleasure. Her mother licked, sucked and nibbled at the child’s sex, guiding Chris through her very first orgasm.

“I never imagined that anything could feel that good!” she declared excitedly. “It was like I was a — a rocket, shooting up to the moon!”

For the next few nights, Christina slipped into her mother’s room, shucking her nightshirt to join Angela in bed, and every night they would lie together and kiss passionately for a long while. then her mother would crawl between the child’s legs and lick her until she came.

Then one night, Angela asked her little girl if she would like to make Mommy happy, too. Chris was eager to oblige, so Angela lay back, opening herself to the child.

Christina was shy at first, but the excitement of giving her mother those wonderful feelings soon had her boldly exploring the delights of womanly love. She quickly found that she loved the taste of her mother’s sex… and with Angela showing her how, eagerly licked the older woman to a wrenching climax.

After that blissful night, mother and daughter slept together on a regular basis, playing sweet games that kept Angela smiling and humming during the day and made little Christina a very happy little girl. Mommy taught her everything there was to know about how to make love, all the while stressing the importance of keeping their special games a secret, reminding her child that a single careless remark might be enough to get her in serious trouble and cause the authorities to break up their family.

Soon after little Emily turned eight, Angela and Christina made the decision to include her in their nighttime pleasures. They brought her to Angela’s bed one night, undressed her and showered the little girl with playful affection.

At first they shared soft kisses and gentle touches that would occasionally stray to Emily’s bottom or slip between her legs. But soon they were introducing the child to more explicit delights, teaching her everything about lesbian lovemaking… and after two weeks, the precocious eight-year-old was an eager participant in Angela and Christina’s incestuous games. Mother and daughters would kiss and fondle one another, then take turns pleasuring each other with their fingers and mouths. Angela especially enjoyed sitting back and masturbating as she watched her daughters make love.

My mouth was dry, heart thumping as Christina quietly described the lesbian life that she and Emily shared with their mother. I watched the girl’s face light up as she told me how happy they’d been together. Christina sincerely believed that their newfound intimacy only made the three of them even closer as a family than ever before.

“We always loved each other,” she said softly, “and now, we were in love, too.”

Aside from their bedtime games, they led a fairly typical, contented family life until Angela’s fateful car crash. Chris began to cry when she got to that part of the story, and I took her in my arms and held her for awhile.

Then Christina went on to explain what I’d seen her doing to Emily the day before. She and her sister had made the painful decision to put their sex play on hold for the time being — but the sweet memories of those nights of passion were too strong to resist, especially while sharing a house with two grown lesbians. One night not long after Fay and I had come out to the girls, Emily had crept into her big sister’s bed, feeling blue and hungering to be loved. Needless to say, it wasn’t long before the two sisters were naked and pleasuring one another. After that, Christina and Emily had taken every opportunity possible to make love.

By this time, I was aching with arousal, my cunt dripping. Sitting next to me in that pretty blue dress, Chris spoke of lesbian incest as if it were the most natural thing in the world. At that moment, I felt oddly aware of my own ‘adultness’ next to this little girl. I was supposed to be the grownup here, but damn it, I wanted to take a pair of scissors to those thin spaghetti straps, lay Christina down and lick her nipples, now plainly visible through the thin cloth of the dress.

Taking a shaky sip of tea, I reminded myself for the umpteenth time about the promise Fay and I had made.

Christina gazed anxiously at me, nibbling her lower lip. “Are you going to tell Aunt Fay?”

Tell her what? That her late sister loved little girls just as much as we did?

“Did you think Fay might be upset about what happened between you and your mother?”

Christina shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe. Mom told us never to tell anyone. Emily and I figured you’d be pretty mad if you caught us.” She was still absently rubbing her bare feet together. “But then I found… you know.”

“Our scrapbook, you mean? I should spank you for going in our private things like that.” I tried to come off as stern, but it just sounded foolish, so I dropped the act. “Listen to me, honey. Your Aunt Fay and I love you and Emily very much. We would never separate you two for any reason and only want the best for the both of you. We want very much to be as good a mom as, well,your mom was, and make you girls happy, okay?”

She pondered my words, then nodded. “Okay, Aunt Nicky. So… how come you have all those pictures of little girls with no clothes on?”

Then I tried to explain about the drawings we kept in the scrapbook, but it was difficult for me to describe our taboo desires to a eleven-year-old without revealing the lustful feelings we had for her and Emily. I was stumbling for the right words when she cut me off.

“Aunt Nicky? Would you like to see me naked?”

My God, how can she ask me that? Am I so easy to read?

I couldn’t lie to her. I just couldn’t.

“Um, y-yes, actually I would,” I stammered. “But I don’t know… I mean, I’m not sure…”

Christina slid the thin straps off her shoulders and pulled the front of her dress down to bare her nipples. Watching me carefully, she tweaked them with her fingers. “Mommy said I’d prob’ly have boobs like hers someday. I think Aunt Fay’s are bigger, though.” She glanced up at me. “Can I see yours…?”

By then, any promises I had made were about to go out the window. I didn’t consider myself a noble person in the first place, so I removed my top and, unsnapping my bra from the front, revealed my breasts to her.

“Mine aren’t as big as Fay’s, but they’re very sensitive.” I whispered, my heart racing. “Would you… would you like to kiss them, Chrissie?”

I bit my lip as Christina leaned over and began to suck my right nipple. The feel of her soft cheek against my breast was heavenly, and her tongue was doing everything right. My hand slipped under the skirt I wore and into my panties, trembling fingers quickly finding the magic spot as Christina wrapped her arms around me and tongued one nipple, then the other.

Gazing down, I watched in awe at the sight of my deepest, most secret fantasy coming true — a young girl making love to me. Better still, I was being pleasured by the girl I’d obsessed about endlessly for months. It was everything I’d ever dreamed it would be.

My hand slid down to her leg and began to caress her silky thigh, sliding her dress up as I moved steadily higher. My fingers had just touched the front of Christina’s panties, exploring the outline of her slit when we suddenly heard the sound of Fay’s keys jangling, as she tried to find the one that fit our door.

Christina and I jumped to our feet in a panic, straightening our clothes and bumping into each other trying to strike a casual pose. We heard Fay drop her keys and curse.

“Quick,” I whispered, “run to your bedroom — put on some music or read a book or something!”

Christina quickly kissed me, her tongue darting between my parted lips, then raced down the hall to her room. I opened the front door and Emily darted past me, headed for the toilet.

“She had to go really bad.” Fay chuckled, putting her bag down, kissing me and then eyeing me curiously. “What’s up, lover? Your cheeks are kinda pink.”

Shit. “Oh, I was on the computer, looking at some stuff you might like for your birthday,” I lied. “Fun stuff.”

Fay raised an eyebrow. “A package from Good Vibrations, maybe? I like the sound of that.” Reaching out, she gave my left nipple a gentle tweak. I felt it right down to my clit. “Where’s Chris?”

“She’s in her room… doing homework, I think.”

She peered at me suspiciously. “Are you two planning some birthday thing for me? Remember, I don’t want any big surprises. Just something simple, okay?”

“Oh don’t worry. There won’t be any surprises. And it’ll be simple.”

Okay, so that time I was really lying.

*****

It was Fay’s birthday — a Saturday. I’d awakened her with what I hoped was a lovely rim job, making love to her asshole until she was begging me to finger her pussy.

After making love we roused the kids to spend the day celebrating. She opted to let the girls pick what we would do first, and they wanted to hit the local Chuck E. Cheese. I thought that was a good idea, since this place offered special features the other venue didn’t. On the second floor circling the play area were private, soundproof rooms that allowed adults to watch their kids below and keep their sanity.

The two of us sat in a cubicle and drank a few beers as we watched little Emily diving in and out of a cage filled with colorful plastic balls. Chris was close by keeping an eye on her, as she’d always done. I figured this would be a good time to enlighten my life partner on what had been going on in our home… and what might be in store for both of us that night, if things went as I hoped they might.

Fay laughed at the sight of Emily scrambling into some kind of treehouse tunnel. “You know, my sister and I didn’t exactly get along a lot of the time. But I have to admit that Angela did an amazing job with Chris and Emily.” She sighed. “I just hope that, wherever she is, she knows they’re healthy and happy.”

I hadn’t been sure where to start, but this was a perfect opening. “Why didn’t you get along with your sister? You’ve never spoken much about her.”

“Oh,” Fay shrugged, “I never made it a secret my being gay and, well, she had a really hard time with it. I was never sure why. Anyway, we never talked much after I left home.” She took a sip from her beer.

“You know,” I tried to sound casual, “I’ll bet your sister thought a lot differently of you later on in her life.”

“Oh yeah?” she chuckled bitterly. “I bet she wouldn’t have wanted me to get custody of her kids, that’s for sure. Raised by a pair of dykes — no, I don’t think she’d have gone for that.”

I could tell that these thoughts about her late sister was making her a bit depressed, so I leaned over and kissed her. She kissed me back, then remembered where we were and pulled back. “Stop. Other people can see us in here.”

“Then let them. You’re my lover and I want to kiss you.”

She gave me a quick peck, then glanced at the kids. “Christina keeps… looking up at us. Think we’re embarrassing her or something?”

I took a deep breath. “Actually… I think she’s waiting to see your mouth pop open.”

Fay gave me a look of utter bewilderment. “Come again?”

Well, it’s now or never, I thought. “Fay, being lesbians has never been a problem for either of us, right? I mean, you and I have been happy together with no reservations.”

“Nicky, what are—”

I raised my hand, halting her in mid-sentence. “But we happen to be lesbians who are attracted to little girls. In fact, we’re both turned on by our own kids, aren’t we? You and I, we’ve both had fantasies about making love to them.”

Fay nodded, her mouth slightly open, though with a nervous glance around to make sure no one was within earshot.

But we don’t really feel shame or remorse because of that. I mean, we’ve never acted on those fantasies, have we? I mean, despite the fact that you and I do feel sexual desire for Christina and Emily, we made a promise that we’d never try to make love to them. And we haven’t. Now why is that?”

Fay started to speak, thought better of it and let me continue.

“Because we wanted the kids to have a normal and unaffected life with us. And they do. Hell, they’re better than normal. They’re the best behaved kids I’ve ever seen, and the most responsible.”

Fay was staring at me, clearly growing impatient. “Nicky… c’mon now, what are you getting at?”

“Well, I just want you to keep that in mind when I tell you some things.”

Her eyes widened with rising impatience. “What ‘things’?”

“Okay.” I took a long slug of beer to steel myself. “Remember when I was sick at the start of last week and you went to the store, and left me home with the kids? Well, while you were gone… I saw Christina going down on her sister.”

Sure enough, Christina saw Fay’s jaw drop. I gave my best case for why I didn’t tell Fay about it sooner, but I don’t think it mattered — she was in a state of shock. She gulped down the dregs of her beer, then looked down again, clearly seeking Christina, but unable to see her. I could, though… she was hiding in a crowd of kids, still watching us.

“Well,” she finally composed herself, “I suppose we need to have a talk with Christina. Now, I don’t want us to sound judgmental or anything, but if this is just the kids experimenting–”

I stopped her there. “It’s not experimenting, babe. Emily and Christina are lovers, and have been for a long while.”

Fay couldn’t speak at first. Finally she got out, “What do you mean? How… how do you know that?”

Slowly, carefully, I told her about my own little talk with Christina, slowly building to the part about her sister Angela and her incestuous games with the kids.

I wasn’t sure if Fay was mortified, angry, or just plain blown away by the news, as she was getting a little tipsy, having just finished downing the last two-thirds of my beer to top off the three she’d already had. She just sat there, barely moving and not speaking at all, absorbing the whole shocking story.

Finally, when I reached the end and fell silent, waiting for her reply, she took my hand, gave it a squeeze, and rose to her feet.

“Time to go,” was all she said. “We’ll talk about this later.”

When we left, my lover was sitting in the passenger seat with an unreadable expression on her face. She had not said anything to Christina or me, just looked straight ahead. Chris was quiet too, unsure what to make of the situation, while Emily had tuckered herself out and fell asleep next to her sister.

By the time we were back home from lunch I was beginning to worry, as Fay had scarcely spoken a word since we got in the car. I followed her upstairs to our bedroom, waiting for her to say something, anything.

She slipped off her jeans and shirt and crawled into bed. “I need to sleep on this, Nicky,” she said softly. “It’s a lot to think about and I’m a little drunk. Just give me some time alone to work things out, okay?”

I smiled wryly. “Of course, babe.” I leaned down to give her a gentle kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she murmured, closing her eyes.

Drawing the blankets up to her chin, I tiptoed from our room.

“Is she okay?” Christina asked me as I stepped into the hallway.

“She’s fine. She took it pretty well.”

“Really?!” Christina squealed happily.

“So, what about your sister? Did you two…”

Christina nodded. “I told her everything.”

“And how does she feel… about what you and I discussed?”

Her eyes shining, my eleven-year-old angel reached for my hand. “Emily wants what I want, Nicky.”

She had never called me ‘Nicky’ before… and something about the way she said it made me tingle all over. My pulse was racing with anticipation, and Christina was clearly excited as well.

“We’ll see how Aunt Fay feels when she wakes up,” I said, squeezing her hand, “and after I tell her what you and I talked about. I think she’ll like the idea, Christina. I know I do.”

Christina moved closer, tilting her face up to mine. “I love you, Nicky.” Her lips touched mine, and then she and I were sharing a hot, passionate kiss — a kiss that held the possibility of sweeter pleasures to come.

I wanted so badly to wrap my arms around her slender body and crush it to mine, but somehow managed to gently break away. “Okay, babe. You should take a nap now and get rested up for dinner tonight. We’ll give Aunt Fay a birthday she’ll never forget.”

The little pre-teen devil winked at me. “That’s for sure,” she cooed, then practically skipped down the hall to her room.

*****

I was waiting beside the bed when Fay woke up. She was cool and collected, if a bit awed. “Wow. My own sister, of all people,” she mused, “doing things with the girls that I only dream about.”

“So,” I asked, “are you cool with it now?”

Fay looked confused and rubbed her head. “I guess. I mean… it’s a shock. My sister! Jesus.” She gave me a shy smile. “You know, the more I think of it, the more jealous I get.”

“Mmmm… glad to hear you say that, lover.”

Fay’s gave me a sideways glance. “Really? Why?”

“Well, you know… the girls consider you their mother now. They’d like to make you happy.” I took her hand in mine, my eyes burning into hers. “They want to make both of us happy.”

Fay’s mouth fell open. That was getting to be a habit with her.

“Get dressed,” I said, “You’re still getting a birthday dinner.”

Continue on to Part Three

By JetBoy

The rain was coming down in torrents when a sudden flash of white light shattered the darkness outside, soon followed by a violent thunderclap that seemed to rock the house on its foundation. Then the sound of Mindy, crying out in terror at the noise, set my heart to racing.

I’d been awakened a few minutes before by the grumbling of the storm, and spent a minute or two staring at the ceiling, resenting the heat, unable to return to sleep. When I heard Mindy scream, I quickly jumped up, disentangled myself from the sheet and raced down the hallway to her bedroom.

Although it was very dark, there was just enough visibility for me to see Mindy sitting up in bed, shaking all over and sobbing. “I’m… I’m scared,” she whimpered.

“Oh, honey, it’s okay,” I crooned as I drew the child’s slight body to mine, enfolding her in my arms.

Even as I whispered soothing words to the terrified child, I was happy for the chance to hold her. It felt wonderful, considering how emotionally frustrating the past three months with her had been.

I’d wanted everything to be perfect when I agreed to become Mindy’s adoptive parent. She’d never known her father, and her mother had died in a bicycling accident, leaving her orphaned at the vulnerable age of ten. Since she had no living relations, the state had no choice but to hand Mindy to Child Welfare, where I discovered her. Despite being single, and a lesbian, I was given the opportunity to become her new mother.

Sadly, she was emotionally distant with me from day one. I’d tried every way I could imagine to break through her shell, but to no avail. She wasn’t hostile, mind you, just unresponsive and sad. She had withdrawn into her suffering and loss, and my affection for her just wasn’t enough… at least not yet. I still dared to hope that I might somehow win Mindy over, but felt increasingly discouraged. What did she need that I couldn’t give?

Another flash of lightning, another rumble of thunder — not as loud this time, but Mindy still flinched. With that, I made a decision.

“You can stay with me tonight, honey,” I murmured. I gently lifted Mindy up, cradling her in my arms as I carried her through the house to my bed. Fortunately, I made the trip safely… since the electricity had gone off earlier, we were in near-complete darkness, except for the occasional flash of lightning.

I gently lay Mindy down on one side of the bed, then drew the blankets over her thin body. Shipping into bed beside her, it occurred to me that I was wearing only panties, but it couldn’t be helped. Without power there was no air conditioning, and I couldn’t even open the windows, as the high winds would blow the rain in and soak everything. I’d been meaning to buy some heavy-duty screens, but had put it off again and again. So the house was hot, even with the rain — much too hot for pajamas.

I lay down beside Mindy and reached out to draw her to me, innocently resting her head on my breast. I was startled when, after a moment, she took my left nipple into her mouth.

Although I’d never given birth to a child, the feeling of Mindy’s warm mouth against my breast was what I’d always imagined nursing to be like. She was doing what my lovers had done to me many times before, but more naturally, somehow. It was like nothing I had ever experienced.

I adjusted my body slightly to provide Mindy easier access to my breast. Not for a moment did I think of stopping her, nor did the strangeness of what we were doing faze me. It was what my frightened girl needed at that moment. Besides, her mouth did feel very nice.

Cuddling the child closer to me, I gently rocked her, crooning wordlessly to soothe her jangled nerves. Soon, Mindy drifted off to sleep, her lips still touching my breast.

She started when another thunderclap sounded, and I hastened to calm her. “It’s okay. You’re with me, honey. I’m watching over you,” I murmured. She raised her head slightly, her wide-open eyes gazing into mine for a heartbeat, then slowly relaxed in my arms again.

I noticed that both of us were slightly moist with sweat. With the electricity still out, any relief from the heat was out of the question. I disentangled myself from Mindy to remove my panties, and whispered “You should take those damp things off, sweetheart… you’ll be much more comfortable.” She was still half asleep, though, so I did it myself, carefully slipping off her t-shirt and underpants.

To this day, I wonder if the heat was my true reason for undressing us both… or if, deep down inside, I wanted Mindy and I to be naked together.

I lay down beside the child, wrapped my arms around her head and shoulders and guided her back to my breast. Once again, she took my nipple between her lips to suckle, her body nestling into mine.

After a moment or two, I could feel Mindy moving gently against me. It took me a few seconds to realize what was happening, but when I did, it was a shock. My little girl was rocking her hips ever so slightly, working her babyish sex against my leg while she continued to suck at my nipple.

I was stunned — even more so as I felt my body respond to hers. My vagina was touching her thigh, and her movements couldn’t help but feel good. Without a thought I began to move with Mindy, falling into her rhythm. She sighed contentedly, her thin arms circling my neck.

I couldn’t comprehend what this ten-year-old and I were doing. I’d always had a thing for teenage girls, and had enjoyed a few hot fucks with barely legal baby dykes in the past. This, though, was something else altogether. She was just a child, for God’s sake… and my adoptive daughter!

But she felt soft and sweet in my arms, the steady movements of her body against mine were downright hypnotic… and I was so thrilled to finally make a real connection with Mindy after months of emotional distance that I just couldn’t push her away. Besides, I had to admit that the forbidden aspect of what this little girl and I were doing had my cunt throbbing with excitement. I remembered how, as a budding lesbian of fifteen, I used to have intense sexual fantasies about my mother. I’d often fingered myself to orgasm while imagining Mom making love to me.

Mindy was now grinding against me, openly pleasuring herself. I could feel the heat of her sex drawing a line of fire along my thigh. Unable to restrain my awakened lust, I moved along with her — and then she was pressing her leg between mine, creating a delicious friction against my now dripping cunt.

I was experiencing sensations that were better than any orgasm. Mere words can’t come close to describing what this little girl made me feel. It was intensely physical, tactile, emotional, and utterly wonderful. My hands slid down Mindy’s back to clutch at her bottom, pulling her harder into me. We were both panting with excitement.

When I came, it was like a climax beyond climax. I cried out loud, throwing my head back into the pillow. It was then that I heard a keening sound issue from Mindy’s throat… and I felt a surge of joy and wonder at the realization that she was coming too.

We rode one another through our mutual ecstasy, bodies moving together in perfect time. It was beautiful; like no lovemaking I had ever enjoyed. The forbidden nature of our act seemed insignificant. What my child and I now shared felt so good, so real. We bonded like mother, daughter, lover and wife.

Afterwards, I lay snuggled with Mindy, blissful and content. We were silent, perhaps knowing that the time for words was later. Mindy peacefully returned to her slumber. I soon drifted off myself, vaguely aware that the storm was subsiding.

As dawn began to illuminate the world outside, I awakened, Mindy’s little hand resting on my breast. I moved, ever so slightly, and her sleepy eyes fluttered open. She smiled shyly at me… and I at her, so overjoyed to see my sad little girl made happy.

Feeling an impulse too compelling to resist, I placed a tender kiss on her mouth. She kissed me back. As a test, I playfully teased her lower lip with my tongue. She accepted it eagerly, sucking it just like she had my nipples a few hours ago. Then her own tongue timidly responded, toying with mine until we were kissing passionately.

I held her tightly, moving our bodies so that our pussies pressed together while we kissed. She twined her arms around me, hugging me to her. I could feel her heart racing in tandem with mine. I gently pulled away from Mindy, just enough so I could see her. She had a dreamy expression on her little-girl face.

“I love you, sweetheart,” I whispered.

“I… I love you too, Mommy,” she breathed.

My heart sang — Mindy had never called me “Mommy” before.

My mouth sought out hers again, and we shared another hot, hungry kiss. I licked a circle around Mindy’s lips, and she responded by parting them further, welcoming me. My tongue trailed down to her chin; then I placed a line of soft kisses along her neck, into the hollow of her throat and further.

Her breasts were slight — barely there, really — but her pert nipples thrilled me. I took one between my lips to suckle, and my little angel cradled my face to her chest. I moved from one breast to the other, then back again, flicking at the pink tips with my tongue. She shivered happily, her hands trembling in my hair as she held me close.

My hand rested lightly on Mindy’s tummy. Slowly, so as not to alarm her, I allowed it to drift between my little girl’s legs, gently tracing her bare slit with a fingertip. She cried out, clutching at me. Her pudendum was warm and moist, and I brought another finger into play, exploring the child’s sex. I could feel ripples of excitement running through her body as her pleasure grew. She was close to orgasm again, I could tell… but I needed to taste her.

Mindy mewed in frustration when I extracted my hand from between her slender thighs, but I silenced her with a kiss, my tongue languidly engaging hers. Then I pulled away to gaze down at the treasure that lay in my arms. Her eyes were wide, her wet mouth slightly open. “Oh, Mindy…” I breathed.

“Mommy,” she whispered, her face positively glowing.

I began to kiss a pathway down the child’s body again, this time only pausing for a fleeting moment to lick each of her nipples, then continued my journey downward. The warm softness of her tummy delighted me, and I lavished her there with kisses. She squealed when I teased her belly button with the tip of my tongue, then gasped, “That t-tickles!”

Then I lay between Mindy’s legs, gazing enthralled at the beauty of her bare slit in the new light of morning. I had never examined a little girl’s vagina up close before, and the sight of her pink cleft, glistening with the child’s arousal, had me dizzy with lust. I inhaled deeply, licking my lips as I savored her intoxicating scent.

Mindy stared at me, waiting to see what I would do — and I lowered my head to press a gentle kiss into her sex.

She gasped, jolted by a sudden shiver of pleasure… and I slowly trailed my tongue from the bottom of her vagina to the top, pausing to relish the exquisite taste of her, licking my lips and loving the flavor. Just the way a little girl ought to taste, I thought.

I moved in to drink from her flower. Mindy began to moan as I explored her intimate places with my mouth. I allowed the tip of my tongue to penetrate her babyish slit, then probed deeper, exploring her body.

I rolled my tongue around inside her for awhile, feeling my child begin to tremble, gently at first, as tendrils of the sweetest pleasure flickered through her frame. Then I began to lick her with long, slow strokes. Mindy seemed to grow wetter and wetter as I went down on her, the tart essence coating my lips and chin.

Was this really me, making love to a ten-year-old child — a child who might soon be my legal daughter? Yes, it was, and the sheer rightness of what Mindy and I were sharing obliterated any guilt I might have felt. I was a woman on fire, ensnared by the forbidden pleasures of incest. It was as if a mirror image of the fantasies I’d entertained as a girl about loving my mother had come to life.

Hungry for new delights, I raised my face from Mindy’s vagina, then got her up on all fours. She was panting, flushed; eager to know what sensual gift I would bestow upon her next. I knelt behind her, then my fingers stole between Mindy’s legs to brush the dewy petals of her sex. “Oh,” she breathed, a small tremor coursing through her slender form.

With my other hand, I parted her slim buttocks, revealing the pink pucker of her anus. I couldn’t help myself — I dipped my head, extending my tongue to lick a path between her cheeks.

A helpless sob of pleasure burst from my child’s throat, then she moaned, “Oh, oh Mommy… that f-feels so nice…”

I continued to lick at Mindy’s anal crease, my fingers still exploring the wetness at the juncture of her thighs. Carefully, I teased the tip of one finger inside her slit. She moaned ardently, her hips pushing back against my cautious probing.

I let my finger penetrate deeper into Mindy, carefully pressing into her until I reached the barrier of her hymen… then moved it around  in a circular motion, pressing the digit against the walls of her vagina. Shivering deliciously, she slumped forward into the pillow, her ass still up and open for my pleasure — and hers!

My tongue pressed into Mindy, licking around the rim of her anus as I fucked the little girl with my finger. She moaned, her childish body trembling from head to toe. She was about to come, I could feel it — so I shifted my hand in order to tease her clitoris with my thumb.

Mindy went rigid as a sudden cataclysm of pure sensation tore through her thin frame. Her hoarse cries, partly muffled by the pillow that cradled her face, thrilled me to the core. She began to rock violently, her bottom thrusting back at me, and it took everything I had to hang on to Mindy without accidentally breaking her hymen, or removing my finger from her vagina. Nevertheless, I managed to keep stimulating her with my mouth and fingers, guiding my daughter through her climax.

As her pleasure crested and slowly ebbed, I removed my finger from Mindy and began to lightly stroke her vulva, keeping the good feelings coming without overtaxing her. Finally she slumped onto her side, sighing contentedly.

I drew her to me, hugging her damp body. She seized my hand, bringing it to her lips to kiss. “Oh, Mommy,” she whispered. Then she twisted herself around to face me, wrapping her arms about my neck… her face alight with a smile of happiness that warmed my soul.

Then she kissed me, her tongue slipping sweetly between my lips. I moaned in surprise, then I was eagerly returning her kiss, my lust soaring again.

Suddenly she pulled back, her eyes penetrating mine. “You make me feel so good,” she cooed, “even better than my first mommy did.” And she bent to take the tip of my breast into her mouth.

I stared blankly into space. Her first mommy…?

The sudden realization floored me, sent my heart racing wildly.

Mindy’s mother had made love to her little girl? It seemed too crazy a coincidence to be possible… but as the ten-year-old child nuzzled at my breasts, it became crystal clear that this was not her first lesbian experience.

In a rush of insight, I suddenly understood why Mindy had been so sad before, so distant — and why the affection I’d given her hadn’t been enough. She missed the special, secret loving that she and her mother had shared in the privacy of their bedroom.

I shivered in anticipation, putting this revelation aside for the moment as Mindy began to kiss her way down my body, just as I had done to her. It seemed that this little girl had learned to give pleasure as well as receive it… and I was going to be the lucky recipient of her favors.

I could feel the warmth of Mindy’s breath caressing my thick pubes; saw the little girl licking her lips as she studied my sex. Then she slowly closed her eyes, dipping her face between my legs.

When her mouth touched my vagina I moaned, “Oh… oh my baby, I adore you…” then her tongue emerged to lick me, and it was so wonderful that I felt like crying.

Mindy licked me softly, at first… like a cat, I remember thinking. But her lips and tongue gradually grew bolder, exploring the folds and crevices of my sex, alternating between long, sensuous kisses — as if she were kissing a lover’s mouth — and rhythmic strokes from the tip of her tongue that traveled the length of my now inflamed labia. I whimpered, clutching at the bedsheets with shaking hands.

Then Mindy was probing my cunt with her tongue — flicking it in, then out. Her eyes were open, a blissful expression on her face that spurred my arousal even higher. This little girl clearly loved to eat pussy, and she was better at it than most of my grownup lovers.

As if to reinforce that thought, Mindy’s hand stole between my thighs as she continued to lick. Her fingers brushed my clitoris — and suddenly I was coming.

I screamed out loud as a tsunami of pleasure buffeted me mercilessly, deep orgasmic shocks jarring my body. Through it all my little lover’s mouth remained locked to my cunt, drinking deep of my essence as it flowed from me.

Mindy carried me through my climax, nuzzling gently at my sex as I lay panting, sweaty, flushed from head to toe. Finally, with a small contented sound, she rested her sticky face on my thigh.

Heart pounding, I reached down to gather Mindy up and into my arms. My mouth claimed hers and we shared a kiss, my tongue trailing around her lips to sample the wetness that coated them. She moaned happily, her own tongue dancing with mine.

I broke away, gazing up into her shining eyes. “I love you, baby,” I whispered.

“I love you, Mommy,” she softly replied.

We had other things to talk about, my little girl and I — but those would have to wait. We lay embraced, curled together in the afterglow of our loving. Our bodies were still slick with sweat from the heat, but I needed to have Mindy in my arms.

When I awakened, the child was there beside me, watching me with adoring eyes. The rain had ended, the room had cooled and lines of sunshine peeked through the blinds to adorn my walls in cheerful yellow. I swear that I could hear birds singing.

Mindy and I shared a brief kiss. Then we began to speak, shyly at first, of what had happened between us.

As she had hinted, it had been her birth mother who had introduced her to sex two years earlier, when Mindy had just turned eight. Her mom had been gay, a free spirit and very beautiful; when Mindy questioned her about lesbian love, she had offered to show her daughter what it was like. The experience had been so incredible for them both that mother and daughter continued to make love on a frequent basis, sleeping in the same bed most nights. When her mom died, my little girl lost much more than a parent… she’d also been deprived of her romantic partner.

But now, things had changed in Mindy’s life, and mine. There in my bed, on that magical morning, she was finally able to cast away her grief and become my daughter, fully and completely. More than that, she became my lover.

By JetBoy

My name is Jenny — Jen to my friends — and this is the story of how my world turned upside down, then righted itself in a beautiful way.

When I was a girl of twelve, my father unexpectedly died of a massive cardiac arrest. My mother Helen did her best to keep us going, but we got hit by serious financial setbacks when I was sixteen, and in the end we had to sell our house and move into a trailer.

I’ll say this much — Mom got a really nice mobile home with the money we took in from the sale. Still, I was pretty bummed about swapping the house I’d grown up in for a trailer park in another town, having to say goodbye to the only life I’d ever known. I expected to be miserable.

I wasn’t, though. In fact, the park Mom and I moved into was one of the friendliest neighborhoods I’d even been in, much more welcoming than the conservative white-bread suburb we came from. The people were a lot less obsessed with status and keeping up with the Joneses, and the area had a more vibrant mix of races, ethnicities and personal styles than I’d ever experienced before. Within two weeks, I felt right at home.

I’ll admit that being squeezed into a much smaller living space was often a pain in the ass, but Mom was a surprisingly good roomie, and we got along fine. The trials we’d both been through had only strengthened our bond as mother and daughter.

Mom quickly made a friend named Victoria, who everyone called Vicky. She was a lot of fun and had a great sense of humor, someone you couldn’t help but like. I appreciated the fact that she always treated me like a grownup. As for Mom, she really seemed to blossom with Vicky around.

One night I stayed over at the trailer of my new friend Cindy, this sassy black girl who worked at a piercing and tattoo joint in town. In fact, she’d done a tattoo for me that I was still hiding from Mom, trying to work up the nerve to show it to her.

The next morning, Cindy had planned to take me spelunking in a local cave, but just after we ate an early breakfast, I realized that I’d forgotten my old sneakers. I didn’t want to go down in that muddy hole in the shoes I had on, so I went back to our trailer.

When I went inside, I got an unexpected surprise: Mom and Vicky were in bed together, sound asleep and, near as I could tell, completely nude. All their clothes and underthings were strewn about the place, there was a pink vibrator lying between them and the whole end of the trailer smelled like pussy.

I was stunned. Not offended, mind you — I’d had sex with girls before. Still, I’d never thought of my mother as someone who was into women. The way I figured it, Vicky had to have been the one to make the first move.

I didn’t want to wake them up and embarrass anyone, myself included, so I grabbed my sneakers and crept out of there as quickly as I could.

When I got back home later that day, Mom and Victoria were gone. I stripped, tossing my muddy clothes onto the front porch, then showered and put on makeup. The big monthly trailer park party was scheduled for that night, and I wanted to look my best.

My mind drifted away again to think about Vicky, something I’d been doing regularly since seeing her and Mom in bed that morning. She was really something special in a way I couldn’t describe, and clearly my mother saw that too. Vicky commanded attention from just about everyone, as much for her boisterous, enthusiastic personality as her looks.

Now she and my mother were having sex. I’d had the whole day to think about that, and it still astonished me.

Then I realized something else: Mom had found a bed partner before I did! We’d been living at the park for six weeks, and I hadn’t hooked up with anyone yet. Right then and there, I vowed to step up my game and really show myself off at the party.

I started with a pair of sheer blue panties that displayed my shaved pussy very nicely and a matching push-up bra. On top, I chose a small, white camisole that showed lots of cleavage and then a very short blue skirt, adding my two-inch high heels and some carefully selected accessories.

Appraising myself in the mirror, I liked what I saw. Watch out, Mom, you’ve got competition… your little girl’s on the prowl tonight!

The party was already in full swing when I got there. I walked in and looked around at the tables full of park residents, quickly finding Cindy, the girl who gave me the tattoo. She was with her gal pal Erica, a feisty, freckly Irish girl who was my other new best friend. They were both looking especially hot, and I decided that wouldn’t have minded getting it on with either of them, if I chose to make it with a girl that night. There were a couple of guys I’d had my eye on, but I was feeling far more inclined toward indulging my lesbian side at the moment. I wondered if it was because of Mom and Vicky.

The girls each gave me a quick hug when I joined them, then we watched the band for a little while, dancing together to a couple of the more uptempo numbers. They were a hot local garage-rock group, mostly guys from the park, called the Ninepins.

“Hey, look!” Cindy called above the band’s version of “Good Guys Don’t Wear White.” She pointed to where Vicky was standing with Mom, waving us over to some seats she’d apparently saved for us.

I wasn’t certain that I wanted to sit with my mother at the party, but I sure didn’t mind seeing Vicky again. In any case, I couldn’t very well refuse — especially since Cindy and Erica seized my arms and led me in that direction.

I sat to the right of Vicky, Mom on her left while Cindy and Erica sat across from us. Cindy introduced Erica to my mother and they began to chat, while I glanced to my side at Vicky every now and then.

She wore a spaghetti-strap top that revealed just enough of her breasts to make it clear that she’d gone without a bra. I peeked down to get a look at the rest of her outfit — a tight black skirt that really showed off her hips and legs, knee-high stockings and glittery high heels. I found myself hoping to catch a glimpse of her ass. Man alive, was she hot.

“Like what you see?”

I was startled, blushing hotly at Vicky catching me checking her out, but she reassured me with a warm smile.

“Yeah,” I shyly replied. “You look great.”

“So do you. Glad you made it, Jen.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t have missed this for anything,” I said.

Gazing into her hazel eyes, I felt my pulse throb crazily at something I saw in them, and out of nowhere, remembered what they say about a snake hypnotizing you before it bites. Jesus, was my mother’s lover flirting with me?

“So… you’re ready to have a good time tonight?”

“Yeah,” I replied, not knowing what else to say. Then, out of nowhere, I blurted, “Who are you?” Then I felt my face go hot again. God damn it, why the fuck did I say that?

She placed her hand at the back of my neck and gave it a gentle squeeze, sending shivers down my spine. “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough, honeybunch.”

“O-okay,” I answered.

I was utterly in awe of her. It sounds stupid, but there it was. Vicky had this certain quality that really hit me where I lived. I couldn’t help but find her attractive… but she’d already gone to bed with my mom! Talk about complicated.

Not good, Jen, I told myself. Not good at all.

At that moment, Cindy showed up with beers for all of us. I hadn’t even notice her leaving! Grabbing one, I took a deep swig, glad for an excuse to break away from Vicky’s gaze.

I glanced over at Mom, who, I only now noticed, was wearing one of my tops, a Cramps t-shirt that fitted pretty snugly on her. Just like Vicky, she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Wow. This was my mother? I couldn’t remember ever seeing her look sexy, much less this sexy. Clearly, there were depths to Mom that I hadn’t been aware of. I studied her breasts, clearly outlined through my shirt. Her nipples were visibly erect.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” came a voice from next to me. Vicky again.

I was startled again. Shit. “Yeah, b-but…”

“But?” She arched an eyebrow questioningly.

I tried to laugh it off, nervously. “I really have to stop staring at people. That’s twice you’ve caught me at it.”

Vicky just smiled. “Oh, I took it as a compliment when you stared at me. I’ll bet your mom would feel the same if she saw you look at her like you did. It’s nice to be admired, don’t you think? Especially by your daughter.” She paused to watch Mom. “Did you know that your mother thinks she’s boring?”

Suddenly I felt embarrassed. Was that how I thought of her? “Um… no, I didn’t know that.”

Her eyes had me transfixed. “Would you say she’s boring?”

I glanced at Mom, still chatting happily to my friends. “No. I mean, maybe I used to. Not now.”

“See? She’d be happy to know that. Any mother would be.”

I couldn’t help but grin. “You’re sure not boring.”

“Neither are you,” she said, her gaze drifting down to my chest and hips, then back to my eyes in a heartbeat, making me blush and finally look away, feeling totally awkward.

A couple hours later, we were all feeling pretty good. The whole room was jumping — a DJ was spinning old soul records, drinks were flowing, there were a few joints making their way from hand to hand and a handful of the women had taken their tops off.

I was taking a slug of beer when Vicky whispered something in Mom’s ear.

Mom’s eyes went wide and she turned to gape at her new lover. “What?”

“Come on, Helen. It’ll be exciting, I promise. Do it for me,” Vicky said, caressing Mom’s face.

Mom took a deep breath, then nodded. “Give me a second, okay?” She reached for a half-cashed pint bottle of whiskey that Erica had left on the table and took a long pull, then set it down with a clunk, wiping her mouth with a swipe of the hand as she slowly stood.

I stared at Mom, who didn’t seem to notice me — then I glanced at Vicky. She caught my eye and winked. What was going on?

Then, to my utter, slack-jawed amazement, my mother grabbed the bottom of my tight t-shirt and slowly worked it up to her neck, exposing her bare breasts.

I hadn’t seen Mom nude in a few years, but had to admit that her tits looked pretty awesome for a woman in her late thirties. And from the response they got from everyone in the immediate vicinity, I wasn’t the only one who thought so.

Mom clearly only intended to flash her breasts for a few seconds, but Vicky reached out to deftly grab the t-shirt and tug it over her head, holding it high so my mother couldn’t reach it.

Mom shrieked as she lunged for the t-shirt, but she was also laughing wildly. Vicky wasn’t about to give it back, so Mom gave up with a devil-may-care shrug, not even bothering to cover herself. She sat back down, giving me a sheepish grin. I tried not to look shocked, but knew I was anyhow.

“Helen, why don’t you go get yourself a beer?” Vicky suggested. “Show off that sweet rack of yours.”

“Should I?” Mom asked.

“Sure, it’s not like you’ve got anything to be ashamed of. Enjoy yourself. Just remember who you’re bunking with tonight, okay?” She gave my mother a very significant wink.

“Well… okay,” Mom agreed, suddenly blushing as she glanced at me. She made her way through the room, heading for the bar, her breasts swaying and bouncing in a very enticing way.

“Isn’t she something?” Vicky asked.

“Oh m-my God!” I blurted, trying to control my nervous laugh. “I can not believe you got her to do that!”

“She’s having a great time.”

“I’ll say.” I was still stunned at my mother’s boldness. She’d never been one for casual nudity — it had been ages since I’d seen her in anything more revealing than a bathrobe. Now she was going topless in public! Vicky sure was bringing out a new side of my mom — a side that I liked, though it would take some getting used to.

“What about you, sugar — are you enjoying yourself?”

I nodded, feeling myself fall into Vicky’s eyes again. “Yeah, I am.”

I tore my gaze away from her to look at the crowd, seeing my mother standing topless while talking to two women I didn’t know. She already had a beer in her hand and a nervous, but very friendly grin. She laughed at something one of them said, her eyes shining as Vicky touched my wrist.

I turned to face her and, for the first time, I saw some hesitation, maybe even vulnerability in her expression.

“Jen, I asked Helen to leave so I could talk to you. I just wanted to tell you that, in the future… well, things may be different from now on for your mother. And for me. We enjoy each other’s company a lot.”

“Umm… okay.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Do you know what I’m talking about?”

“I think so. I’m not sure,” I murmured, uncertain if I should give away what I already knew.

“Well, let me put it this way: your mother and I have become close. Closer than just friends.”

“Okay… yeah, I understand.”

“I hope so.”

“Mom does seem different here, especially since she got to know you.” I said. “It’s funny… she and I felt like we were taking a huge step down when we moved here. I mean, we used to have a nice big house in a ritzy neighborhood, and suddenly — wham! — we’re living in a trailer park. But… I like it here. The people are great. We aren’t exactly living large, the way we used to — but I think Mom’s happier than she ever was in Vesta Heights.”

“Hmmm. See, from my perspective, I’m a lot happier since your mom got here,” she said with a smile. “So you’re okay with the two of us being lovers?”

I turned and studied her again, pausing before I replied. “Well, sure. It’s her choice — and yours, too. It’s no big deal, y’know. I’ve done stuff with girls before.”

A flicker of interest flashed in her eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you like it?”

“Sure,” I admitted with a smile. “It’s different, but… you know. Exciting.”

Her gaze narrowed, and she gave me a knowing smile. “It turns you on, doesn’t it? Me and your mom.”

“Yeah,” I confessed, staring at the table in embarrassment, my heart suddenly throbbing. It did, too. How could Vicky have figured that out, much less tricked me into admitting as much to her? Shit, I hadn’t even realized it myself — but once the thought had been voiced, it seemed totally obvious. There was something about my mom and Vicky having lesbian sex that definitely made me hot… starting when I’d seen them in bed together.

A hand touched my shoulder and I looked up at Vicky. “Let’s step outside for a minute,” she said, her voice a low murmur. “It’s stuffy in here.”

We made our way to the side door and exited. The door clicked shut behind, leaving us alone with the night. The party rolled on without us, its muffled sounds now competing with the shrill sawing of crickets.

I turned to say something to Vicky — I can’t remember what, because before I could speak she slipped her hands under my arms and lifted me up, setting my butt on the edge of an old wooden picnic table that stood close to the door. All I could do was gape at her.

Moving between my legs, Vicky spoke in a low, sultry tone. “I’d love to kiss you, Jen.”

“Uhhhhh…” I couldn’t reply, couldn’t think.

She slowly pressed me backwards with her body, taking me down to the tabletop, planting soft, tender kisses all over my face.

“Oh, Jen,” she breathed. “You’re so fucking sexy… just like your mom.”

I lay there, stunned and motionless, letting my mother’s lover have her way with me. Then her soft, luscious mouth found mine, and suddenly I was kissing Vicky back, squirming beneath her while our tongues danced back and forth.

Her kisses trailed down my neck, and I stared blindly at the moon as she licked the hollow of my throat. “Oh… oh, Vicky,” I gasped, clutching at her shoulders.

She started nuzzling and nibbling my ear, then attacked my mouth again — grinding against me, her thigh pressing into my throbbing sex. Slipping a hand between our bodies, she roughly groped at my breasts, pausing to scissor an erect nipple between two fingers. I whimpered, lost in the moment.

It was incredible. The girls I’d been with before were kids compared to a lover like Vicky. She played my body like a virtuoso, nudging me higher and higher with each thrust of her leg between mine.

She broke away abruptly, pulling me up off the table and to my feet, touching her forehead to mine and giving me that sexy look again while I panted for breath, utterly dazed. “Trust me?” she asked.

Hell, no, I wanted to say. You just became my mom’s girlfriend, and now you’re coming on to me? What the fuck!?

Instead I nodded, thighs trembling and in total awe, wondering if I was falling in love.

Ready for anything, I was surprised when Vicky moved away from me, opening the door, Vicky led me back inside, where we picked our way across the floor towards Mom. Her arm was around my shoulder, mine around her waist, though I was simply trying to keep from fainting. What in God’s name had I stumbled into?

Mom was casually chatting with some of our neighbors, her breasts still bare. Victoria placed a hand on her arm, and Mom turned to her. “What’s up?” she said with a relaxed smile.

“It’s getting a little late, Helen… and I think Jen might’ve had a beer too many. Why don’t we head back to your trailer and unwind?” she murmured, glancing at Mom’s half-naked body a couple times in the process.

Mom grinned and nestled into Vicky’s other side. They briefly kissed, exchanging tongues.

I was surprised, but tried not to let it show. Evidently, my mother had no problem with everyone knowing that Vicky was now her lover.

Mom gave me a sleepy-eyed smile. “Time to go home, hon. You enjoy yourself?”

“Um, yeah, s-sure!” I stammered, hoping that I’d wiped any sign of Vicky’s lipstick from my face.

We shambled back to the trailer, Mom leading us in some old dirty drinking song, the three of us arm in arm the whole way. I was beginning to relax again, thinking that perhaps Vicky’s kiss hadn’t really meant what it seemed to. Harmless flirting, maybe.

That didn’t mean I wasn’t still lusting after her, though.

I went to the bathroom first thing after we got inside the trailer. When I got back, Mom and Victoria were making out, entwined and sharing a passionate kiss.

“Mmmm… oh, ‘scuse us, honey,” Mom laughed from Vicky’s arms. “I hope you weren’t too shocked by how I acted at the party tonight. Just a little fun, right?”

Seeing her like that, still confused by the memory of what Vicky and I were doing on the picnic table just minutes ago — I wasn’t quite sure what to say. Hell, my panties were still damp.

“It’s… yeah, it’s okay, Mom. I was kinda surprised at first, but it’s not about me.”

“She likes the new you, I’d say,” Vicky told her.

“Do you?” Mom asked, wide-eyed.

I shrugged with a bashful grin and studied the carpet.

“Come on, hon — tell me what you think,” she pleaded. “It really is important to me.”

“Uhhmm… well, it’s great to see you so happy, Mom,” I tried to explain. “You — you were really sexy at the party.” And now, I wanted to say, but couldn’t summon up the nerve.

“Aw, thanks, hon.” She was quite pleased with the compliment, I could tell.

“So, Jen… you got Cindy to give you a tattoo, huh?” Vicky asked me, right out of the blue.

I stared at her, in utter shock. Shit. What is she thinking!?

“A tattoo?” Mom gasped, looking at me critically.

“Oh, boy,” I mumbled.

“You didn’t tell her?” Vicky said with a wry smile.

It was pretty obvious that she knew I hadn’t said a word to Mom about getting tattooed. Yet again, I found myself wondering what Vicky’s game was.

Anyhow, there was no use lying, so I said, “Uh, yeah. I was gonna tell you, Mom. Eventually. Like, maybe when I turned forty.”

This struck Vicky as hilarious, and she burst into laughter. Thankfully, Mom started snickering too, and I hoped that was the end of it. Nope. After Mom recovered, she wanted to know what tattoo I’d gotten — and where.

“But how did you know?” I asked Vicky, in an effort to evade Mom’s question.

“Oh, Cindy and I are pretty tight. In fact, I know what tattoo you got. And where you got it.”

“You do?”

“That’s right, kiddo. And I want to see it. We both do,” she said, giving Mom a squeeze around her waist.

“Oh, my God,” I moaned, giving Mom a pleading look. “Do I have to? It’s, um, kind of raunchy.”

“Yes, little girl. C’mon, let’s get this over with.” Mom retorted with a wry grin.

“It’s not anywhere where it could ever be seen. I mean not normally.” I assured her, relieved that she wasn’t pissed at me.

“Hop up on the table, honeybunch — let’s have a good look,” Victoria said, grinning wickedly.

“Up, up, up!” Mom seconded.

So, I clambered up onto the end of the table, and Mom angled the table lamp to shine on me. I looked at them sheepishly, pausing with my hand near my short skirt and giggling nervously.

“Come on, let’s see it!” cried Vicky, clapping her hands.

Suddenly, the whole situation seemed hilarious, and I found myself grinning. Fine. They want a show? I’ll give ’em one.

Reaching down, I unfastened my skirt, then cast it aside, revealing my sexy blue panties — the ones so sheer that you could see my pussy through them. I took a deep breath, then tugged them down far enough to show off my new ink.

The tattoo was between my belly button and vulva: a picture of Amy, the cute Asian girl from the Futurama cartoon, with the bottom half of her pink pantsuit down around her ankles. She was cupping her vulva, her eyes glazed over in ecstasy and a wicked smile on her lips. Cindy had done an amazing job duplicating the character, with the colors especially bright and vibrant.

“It’s amazing,” Vicky said, shaking her head as she drew closer to get a better look. “Cindy’s outdone herself.”

“Oh my God!” Mom laughed. “I don’t believe it, but it is good! She really did do a fantastic job and… I have to say, I like it. It’s in an interesting place, too,” she added, a tinge of warmth appearing in her cheeks.

“So… you’re cool with it?” I asked, climbing down to perch on the table’s edge.

“Oh, honey, you’re old enough to decide these things for yourself,” she said, peering at it again.

“Thanks, Mom. Sorry I kept it a secret from you.” I was trying to sound casual and relaxed as Vicky started tracing around my tattoo with her finger.

“You’re in great shape, girl.” Vicky told me while stretching out one of my legs, then raising it toes-up in the air so she could examine it up and down. “Aren’t her legs nice, Helen?”

“Yes,” was all that Mom said. She was watching as Vicky bent to kiss my calf, her hand wandering down the inside of my thigh.

Let me tell you, Vicky’s touch felt wonderful. Nobody had ever paid that kind of attention to my legs. A tiny whimper escaped me as my pussy began to tingle and throb.

Reaching for my other leg, she offered it to Mom, looking her directly in the eye with a mysterious smile. My mother hesitantly took my leg and began to stroke it the way Vicky was. I felt my thighs part as they both caressed me, then Vicky’s lips gently grazed the back of my knee.

“Oh, that’s nice.” I breathed.

“Feels good, baby?” Vicky said teasingly.

“Mmmmm, yeah.” My heart was racing, then it pounded even faster when Mom lightly touched her lips to my other leg.

I watched as Mom’s eyes drifted shut, shocked not only by what she was doing, but how much she seemed to be enjoying it. Jesus H. Christ, I asked myself, what’s gotten into her?

“And what do we have here?” Vicky said, derailing my thoughts as she traced a fingertip down the front of my panties, making me shiver.

“Oooh!” I squealed. “That’s — that’s m-my pussy.”

“Mmmm, yes, your sweet little pussy. Oh, my, I see you shave down there. It’s beautiful, Jen — I’ll bet it’s just as yummy as your mom’s. Look, Helen.”

Mom was already looking, while still caressing and kissing my leg — only she was much closer to my inner thigh now, entranced by her lover’s actions.

Vicky’s lips were brushing my ear, her fingers teasing the cleft of my cunt. “And wearing see-through panties, you little hussy. Bet you’re a real firecracker of a girl, to wear such sexy undies. Hmm? Aren’t you?”

“Y-yeah!” I managed to blurt as she masturbated me.

“Uh-huh… but oh, my — your panties are all wet. Why is that, sugar? Bet I know why — you got turned on watching your mom and me kissing and touching each other, didn’t you? Admit it.”

“Oh… yes!”

“Tell me. Tell me what you were thinking.”

“Mmm! Ooooh! I was… was…”

“Yeeess?”

“I wanted to watch you guys fuck!” I cried. “Want — to see you lick Mom’s pussy!”

Oh my fucking God! Did I actually say that? Did I really mean it?

By then Mom was gazing at me with the strangest expression, rubbing herself up against the edge of the table, clutching my leg, occasionally touching it with her lips. Then she started stroking my belly, and I closed my eyes again, almost certain that when I opened them I’d be awake in my bed, greeting the new day. This had to be some crazy dream — had to!

I heard Vicky speak to Mom. “Why don’t you slip your hand inside her panties? Touch her, Helen — make your little girl feel nice.”

Startled, I opened my eyes to see Mom turned pale. “I d-don’t know about that, Vicky,” she stammered. “I… I really shouldn’t.”

Vicky gazed at my mother, a mysterious smile on her lips. “Go on, Helen. We both know you want to. And Jen will love it, I promise.” She reached out to cup Mom’s bare breast, teasing the nipple with her fingers. “C’mon, lover… touch your daughter.”

I was so certain that Mom would refuse, walk away from this craziness — maybe even tell her new girlfriend to go fuck herself. Instead, her hand inched beneath the waistband of my blue panties, slowly curving around to cup my vulva.

“Mom!” I gasped, utterly shocked. “That’s, that’s — ohhhhmyGOD, that feels so good!”

“Honey,” she whispered, gently teasing my slit, her fingers gently exploring the moist flesh.

Suddenly Vicky’s mouth was on mine and I was sucking her tongue. I felt her hands tugging my camisole down, then moving to cover my breasts through the silk bra I wore.

As we kissed, I felt hands slowly drawing my panties down. My mother’s hands. I moaned into Vicky’s mouth, then she began to trail kisses down my neck. Mom lightly brushed my clitoris, circling it with her finger.

“Oh! Oh my God, what’re you doing to me, Mom…” I raved, enveloped in a hot, strobing haze of sex.

I couldn’t believe Mom had gotten carried away like this — but I ached for her to pleasure me. She was my mother, I adored her, and at that moment I would let her have me anyway she wanted. Right and wrong was for another day.

“Look at those gorgeous tits,” Vicky said. “C’mon, Helen, let’s take her panties off.”

Mom helped Vicky do just that — the two of them raising my hips, then slipping my skimpy undies down and off. I spread myself wide open, showing my mom and her lover everything I had.

They both began to toy with my cunt, touching me all over and, before long, fucking me — each with a finger moving around inside my vagina while I writhed on the tabletop making loud, incoherent sounds. Then Vicky wriggled another finger into my anus, and I nearly bit through my lower lip. I was pounding like a bass drum, deep vibrations swelling and building inside.

Mom’s face came down to meet mine, and I moaned into her mouth as she kissed me full on the lips, her hand moving to cover my breast. I allowed my lips to part, accepting Mom’s tongue, and then we were kissing like lovers, just as passionately as Vicky and I had done at the party.

Two beautiful, sexy women were both masturbating me, and I could feel myself inching toward an orgasm. Not the kind I give to myself, either.

Vicky’s finger was working its way into my rectum while she and Mom continued to pleasure my cunt and clitoris. Suddenly I felt the urge to participate, to return this pleasure I was being given.

My hand fumbled into Mom’s already unbuttoned jeans, slipping past the waistband of her panties. She jerked and moaned into my mouth, spreading her legs for me, her cunt opening to take my exploring fingers.

This was hotter, crazier, kinkier than anything I’d ever done, or even fantasized about — lesbian sex with my own mother and her new girlfriend!

Mom and Vicky fingered me right there on the kitchen table until I came. They told me later that my mouth was wide open, though I made no sound at all, and they had to hold me down so I wouldn’t thrash myself right off the table. Definitely not the kind of orgasm I give to myself.

When I caught my breath, my mother and Vicky were kissing again, both of them leaning over me to do it.

My hand wandered back into Mom’s underwear, pausing to toy with her soft pubes before going deeper, seeking heat. Turning to Vicky, I placed my free hand on the front of the skirt she wore. Breaking their kiss, she looked down at my hand, then smiled as she saw what I was doing to Mom. Reaching for the hem of her skirt, she flipped it up, revealing a tiny pair of black lace undies as she perched next to me on the table.

“Don’t be shy, little girl – come on in,” she said, taking my hand and thrusting it into her panties.

I made myself right at home, exploring Vicky’s trimmed pubes before finding the clitoris, making her gasp. “Damn, Jen — you’ve got some verrrry wicked fingers…” Her face briefly vanished as Mom wrestled Vicky’s top off, baring her beautiful breasts.

Tossing the skimpy top away, Mom bent down to kiss and lick at a swollen nipple. Vicky sighed with pleasure, but her eyes were glued to the action going on in my mother’s panties, where I had two fingers buried in Mom’s cunt. Since I didn’t have enough leverage to thrust in and out, I settled for wiggling them around inside. I guess that worked because she began to moan, her honey oozing freely over my hand.

Mom’s breast was dangling just above my face as she nuzzled Vicky’s tits. Unable to resist a sudden impulse, I raised my head to capture a nipple with my lips, nursing from my mother for the first time since I was an infant.

I listened to the music of our disjointed moans, sighs and gasps, accompanied by the liquid sounds of mouths and fingers against naked flesh.

Suddenly Mom’s voice rang out: “Ohhh! Ooh, J-Jen, honey! Finger my pussy! M-m-make your mommy come!”

“Yeah! Let your little girl fuck you, Helen!” Vicky panted, staring at Mom as I worked both their cunts. She was clutching tightly at one knee, spreading herself wide open to give me better access. “Jesus, you two are sssso beautiful… oh God. Oh, God! Ohhhhh shit I’m coming I’m… I’m… oh, FFFFUUUUUCKK!!” She threw her head back, wailing in ecstasy at the trailer ceiling.

Mom wasn’t far behind, especially once I began to rub her clit with my thumb. She jerked violently, then began to shiver, a loud keening sound escaping from clenched teeth.

I felt so awesome right then, like the Queen of Everything. Maybe I was just a girl of sixteen, but I had what it took to bring two grown women to orgasm at the same time.

“Helen, baby?” Vicky finally said in between deep breaths.

“Um… yeah? Wha’s up?” Mom mumbled. My hand was still buried in her panties.

Vicky slowly raised herself and climbed down from the table to the floor, brushing the bangs back from her damp forehead with a sweep of the hand. “Let’s take your daughter to bed.”

Mom’s eyes drifted open, and she smiled sweetly. “Yeah,” she sighed. “That sounds like a plan.”

Gazing down at me, Vicky caressed my face. “Your mom and I are going to play with you some more, sugar.”

“Oh?” I asked senselessly, trying my damnedest to drive away the fog that lurked in my head right then.

“Awww, baby girl,” she chuckled, her voice warm and soothing as she cradled me to her breasts. “Don’t you want to have more sexy fun with me and Mommy?”

I nodded slowly, nuzzling Vicky’s gorgeous tits. Mom began to kiss my neck, her tongue emerging to lick in the hollow of my throat. I still had a hand stuffed in my mother’s panties, cupping her vulva.

“Tell us,” Vicky urged. “Tell us what you want. Say the words.”

My fingers stirred in Mom’s wetness, exploring. She moaned, working herself into my hand, her warm lips brushing my thighs.

“I want you and Mom to fuck me,” I said, staring into Vicky’s hazel eyes. “You can do anything you want. Anything.”

Victoria glanced at Mom, then back at me, shaking her head in wonder. “Like mother, like daughter. In every way.” Moistening her full lips, she rose to her feet. “Well, come on, ladies. Time’s a-wasting.”

They steered me through the length of the trailer to my mother’s boudoir, Mom in front with her finger buried in my cunt, Vicky groping my bare ass from behind.

Once we were in the bedroom, Mom quickly stripped me of my bra. Now I was naked, but for the turquoise socks I wore. “We’ll leave those on, ’cause they’re so cute,” my mother said with a smile.

Vicky placed a hand on my shoulder. “Jen, why don’t you take the rest of your mom’s clothes off? She’d love for you to eat her pussy, I bet.”

It was the most perverted thing I could imagine myself doing… but all I could think about was how much I wanted to strip Mom naked and go down on her. Where the fuck was this crazy urge coming from?

For years I’d only thought of my mother as the woman who raised me — sewed the buttons on my clothes when they came off, taught me to ride a bicycle, fixed me pancakes in the morning, gave me boring advice, put ointment on my scrapes and cuts, nagged me to clean up my room. I’d never thought of Mom as a sexual creature, or imagined her experiencing lust.

Seeing her in bed with Vicky that morning had turned my mental picture of Mom upside down. All day long I’d visualized the two of them fucking beneath the sheets: mouths crushed together, hands groping naked bodies, mouths and tongues exploring, cunt grinding against cunt.

Those images had turned me on something fierce, but I assumed it was only because I was hot for Vicky. Now I knew better. I wanted my sexy mother, too.

Kneeling before Mom, I wriggled her jeans down, followed by soaked panties. When she stepped from them, I couldn’t help but bring those warm undies to my face, breathing deeply of my mother’s womanly aroma and loving it.

“My goodness,” a wide-eyed Mom said, watching me smell her panties.

Vicky studied me admiringly. “She’s one hell of a young woman, Helen. You should be proud.”

“Oh, I am,” my mother quietly replied, with a firm nod. “I most definitely am.”

Rising to take Mom’s hand, I paused to give her a brief but intense French kiss, my tongue flirting with hers. We gently broke apart, then I led her to the bed. “You smell great, Mom. Now I want to taste you.”

She reached out to touch my cheek. “Oh, honey, I — I never even imagined doing something like this before, not in my wildest fantasies. It’s wrong, I guess, but that doesn’t matter. I want you so much.” Her eyes were moist. “I love you, Jen — more than anything.”

I grinned. “Jeez, Mom… I love you too, but save the sappy stuff for later. Right now, let’s fuck!”

She glared at me — then laughed, shaking her head. “All right, all right… far be it for me to screw up good sex by getting romantic with my smart-ass daughter.” Stretching herself out on the bed, my mother spread her legs wide apart. “See anything you like, little girl?”

I most certainly did. There it was — Mom’s pussy, glistening with wetness, awaiting the touch of a lover’s mouth. My mouth.

She watched me; lust, love and anticipation written on her face as I knelt between those beautiful legs and took a deep breath, drinking in the dizzying scent of her. Drawing nearer, I pressed a feather-light kiss upon my mother’s rosy flesh, those dark pubes tickling my nose.

“Mmmmm, yeah,” she moaned.

That was all the encouragement I needed. My lips parted to kiss her again — only this time I was frenching Mom’s cunt like a lover’s mouth, probing inside with my tongue. She was dripping, her essence bathing the lower half of my face. .

“Oh, Jen!” Mom panted, cradling my head between her thighs. “Jen, m-my angel — I love you…”

I let my mouth answer for me, sucking at her open slit, drinking from her as if I was perishing of thirst.

I felt hands roughly clutching my ass, spreading both cheeks apart. Then soft lips nuzzled my pussy, and I moaned into my mother as Vicky began to lick me, her tongue gliding up and down, up and down.

My soul was lit up like the Fourth of July, fireworks of ecstasy fizzing and popping every which way. Mom’s pussy was wet and warm and luscious, and going down on her turned me on like no sex ever had.

Then there was Vicky, who could not only charm a mom and her daughter into bed with her, but also get them to pleasure one another. Her mouth was doing marvelous things to my vagina.

Then her finger was tenderly circling my anus. It traced a spiral to the center, then pressed inward, slipping through the tight ring.

I’d never had my ass fingered before. I felt it in the pit of my belly, and moaned into Mom’s cunt as Vicky slowly penetrated me in one smooth, steady stroke — then I gasped as she immediately shifted into reverse, withdrawing that probing digit until only the tip remained.

The sensation was dizzying, but I managed to keep reasonably focused, going down on my mother like it was my last chance to eat pussy. She was staring sightlessly at the ceiling, mauling her breasts with both hands, raving, “Oh, honey… God, you lick m-my pussy so good — ooooohhh! I adore you, Jen…”

Now Vicky’s finger was pumping steadily in and out of my slippery rectum. My ass was arched up to meet her thrusts, which gave her room to do what she did next: slip her head beneath me, resting her free hand on my tailbone, then pressing my pelvis down until I was feeding her my cunt.

My heart hammered mercilessly against my ribcage. There I was, knee-deep in the kinkiest shit imaginable, so wild that even my dirty mind couldn’t have envisioned it: face buried between the legs of my own mother, eating her pussy while I rode the mouth of her lesbian lover.

A choked wail exploded from Mom’s lips, her thighs squeezing my head as she burst into orgasm. Her thick, warm juices flowed like wine, and I eagerly slurped them down. Determined to take my mother’s pleasure even higher, I blindly sought out her clit with my fingers, giving the fleshy nubbin a tweak.

Mom’s response was immediate, a violent shudder smashing through her body that nearly threw me on my ass. I held on, though, mouth still glued to her cunt.

Meanwhile, Vicky was busy working me from below, her tongue trailing up and down my slit. I had my legs spread as wide as they could go, opening myself up to her oral assault. She was still probing my ass, too, her finger buried to the hilt and rolling around inside me.

Mom was panting furiously, riding what felt like her third or fourth climax. I eased off a bit, not wanting to drive her completely nuts — instead, I covered her vulva with tender kisses. The tension in her frame eased somewhat, both arms falling limp by her side.

With one last loving kiss, I raised my face from Mom’s pussy, flashing her a very moist grin. She gave me a sleepy smile in return — just as Vicky sucked my clitoris between her lips.

“Oh… oh, shit,” I gulped, feeling the point of heat sparking off in the core of me, then building, relentless and roaring like a gasoline fire. It spread outward so fast that I barely had time to brace myself for its full impact.

An instant later I’d gone steel-rigid — clutching at my mother; face buried in her soft, welcoming thighs as a blinding orgasm seared its heat into me, body and soul.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK! a shrill, frantic voice babbled in my head as Vicky took me through one climax after another. Damned if I knew what she was doing to me down there, but I swear that I could hear sirens, firecrackers, big iron bells and screeching saxophones, all going off at once.

Mom cradled me in her lap, her soft hands caressing my head as I wailed and moaned in ecstasy. “That’s right, baby,” she soothed, “let Vicky love you. Isn’t she amazing?”

I would have replied in the affirmative, except that simple speech was beyond me at that point. A jerky nod was the level best I could manage. In fact, I felt felt perilously close to bursting into tears. Not that I was at all unhappy, just emotionally overwhelmed.

Vicky finally took pity on me, removing her mouth from my cunt with a loud, appreciative smack. Her finger, however, continued to twist and probe inside my rectum for another few seconds. Then it, too, was gone, and I felt a hand giving my ass an affectionate pat.

Now I had the chance to catch my breath, as well as plant a few kisses on Mom’s thighs before slowly rolling onto my back. Through unfocused eyes I peered up into the face of my mother, who gave me the sweetest of smiles before her mouth dipped down to meet mine.

We enjoyed a lazy, languid kiss, tongues entwining, then Mom broke away. “I think that Vicky needs some attention now,” she murmured. “How ’bout you and I both get her off, hmmm?”

As you can imagine, that sounded like a pretty good scenario to me, so we got Vicky up on all fours and tag-teamed her from behind, taking turns licking her pussy. Then at one point, while I was doing her, Mom pried Vicky’s buttocks apart and began to tongue her asshole.

Despite all we’d already done, I was still a little shocked to see my mother doing something as lewd as licking a woman’s anus — even this wilder, more daring version of Mom that I was still getting to know and love. Hell, I’d never rimmed a partner before, or had it done to me. Realizing that made me want to try it for myself.

Kissing my way up to Vicky’s butt crack, I met Mom there. What I expected was that she and I would switch places, but somehow my mother and I started kissing.

So there we were, Mom and I — sharing sloppy French kisses and eating her new girlfriend’s asshole at the same time.

“Oh, yes — fuck, that’s good!” Vicky exclaimed. “N-now touch my clit, Helen, do my clit…”

Mom felt her way between Vicky’s legs, seeking her lover’s erotic center. I could tell when she found it, too, when Vicky gave a strangled yelp. “Yeah, b-babe, just like that…!”

Seconds later a savage jolt ran through Vicky’s frame, a howl ripping loose from her throat when she came. She began to rock forward and back, forward and back; head bobbing crazily as Mom and I continued to pleasure her with our fingers and mouths..

Mom drew back, leaving that gorgeous ass to me while her attention was centered on fingering her partner’s clitoris, so I eagerly took over on rimming duty, bathing Vicky’s anal cleft up and down with long swipes of the tongue.

Vicky’s body continued to shake and shudder as my mother and I drove her through at least two orgasms, maybe more. Finally she began to wind down, all but overwhelmed by our efforts.

Removing her hand from between Vicky’s thighs, Mom moved around the bed to face her lover, claiming the brunette’s panting mouth in an ardent kiss. I sat back on my haunches, relishing the sight of my mom and her new girlfriend making out.

Vicky rolled onto her back, taking my mother down with her without breaking their kiss, trailing both hands down Mom’s back to cup her shapely ass. Grasping both cheeks, Vicky pulled them slightly apart, giving me a breathtaking view of my mother’s pussy.

Unable to resist, I reached out to trace the juicy opening, then deftly slipped two fingers inside.

Mom moaned into Vicky’s mouth as I penetrated her, their tongue action growing even more heated while I probed around in that slippery cunt like I was drilling for oil.

Then my mother turned to peer up at me. “C’mere, honeybunch,” she purred, a sexy tone in her voice that made me tremble inside, “snuggle with us.” Rolling away from Vicky, she patted the bed between them.

I joined the two lovers, lying down with one on either side. My fingers were still buried to the hilt in Mom’s vagina. Her mouth found mine, and we shared a lust-filled kiss. Vicky was nuzzling my neck, her hand trailing down to grope my ass.

I was masturbating my mother, thrusting in and out of her dripping hole as Vicky’s finger slipped into my butt crack, pressing the taut rosebud, then continuing downward until she was stroking my slit.

Mom licked a path down to my breasts, burying her face in them with a blissful moan. I could feel her hand feeling its way between our sweat-glazed bodies.

Before I knew what was what, I was getting serviced by my mother and her lover simultaneously — Mom tweaking my clit while she licked and lightly bit my nipples, Vicky exploring me with two fingers.

I gave myself up to ecstasy, moaning joyfully as I came yet again. Things got sort of jumbled in my head, and I can’t exactly remember what happened after that.

My next impression was of drifting into wakefulness, brought into a brand new day by sounds of cooking. The scent of bacon perfumed the air. I stretched, yawned, then noticed with a start that I wasn’t in my own bed.

Turning around, I was confronted by the face of my mother, just as her own eyes fluttered open… and in a sudden rush of cold clarity, the events of last night flooded my mind.

Mom and I gaped in mixed surprise, disbelief and horror at one another, images flashing in my memory — one after the next depicting all the wild, freaky sex acts we’d indulged in, together and with Vicky.

I was suddenly tense, nerves jangling. Oh, God — what the fuck have we done?

Then Mom giggled, and that was when the absurdity of the whole situation hit me. I began to snicker along with her — and within seconds we were both laughing.

Finally Mom calmed herself, still gazing fondly at me. “Are we okay?” she asked, still smiling.

I reached for her hand, gave it a squeeze. “Yeah, Mom… we’re okay.”

We rose and got dressed in a mellow silence. I slipped on my panties, then padded down to my room to get a dressing gown. We met in the tiny kitchen, where Vicky was fixing breakfast.

“G’mornin’, ladies,” she drawled. “I used all the bacon and most of the eggs… hope you don’t mind.”

“Just serve it up,” said Mom, pausing to give her lover a passionate kiss. “I could eat a horse.”

Breakfast was, thankfully, a relaxed affair, devoid of awkwardness, jealousy or regret. What had happened had happened, and no one seemed to have been hurt in the process.

Still, I thought it best to step out for awhile after we ate, sensing that Mom and Vicky needed some time to themselves. I took a quick shower, threw on shorts and an old flannel shirt of my dad’s, then gave the two lovebirds brief hugs before making myself scarce.

I’d told Mom I was going over to Cindy’s trailer to play video games; really, I just wanted to be by myself for awhile, to think about what had happened. Slipping into the nearby woods, I wandered down to the creek, where there was a big rock I liked to sit on that I’d nicknamed The Frog. You could plunk yourself down in one particular spot and let your feet soak in the creek’s cool, flowing water.

So there I was, serenaded by the ambience of forest life — along with distant road sounds, to remind me of the nearness of humanity — while I pondered this huge new development in my life. I’d had sex with my own mom and her girlfriend, and it had been my greatest erotic experience by a country mile.

Did that mean I was a lesbian?

It wasn’t important, I decided. At that moment in time, my preference was absolutely for females, but I couldn’t swear that I’d never again be swept off my feet by some cute boy. I was only sixteen, after all; too young to hang a label on myself.

Then there was a much more unsettling question: was I now my mother’s lover?

I turned that idea over, then shook my head. No. No way. Fucking Mom had been beyond awesome, but I simply couldn’t wrap my mind around the idea of being her romantic partner. Didn’t compute.

Well then — what about Vicky? I’d certainly felt love-like stirrings for her at the party. She’d made my heart race, made my pussy drip.

No, that wouldn’t be right, either. She was my mother’s squeeze, at least for the time being, and I adored Mom too much to put myself in between them. The sex we’d shared had been wonderful, but I shouldn’t go looking for a repeat session.

Anyhow, I told myself with a smile, it’s not like I can’t find a girlfriend for myself…

Reassured, I rose to stand and stretch myself, bent to retrieve my shoes and socks, then strode barefoot back into the park to visit Cindy in her trailer, already making plans to crash on her couch for the night, if she was cool with it. Mom and her new lover deserved a night on their own.

*****

It’s been three years since that evening of lovemaking with Vicky and my mother. She and Mom are still together, and incredibly happy. They had their trailers placed side by side and now have a two-part home, though they still sleep in the same bed.

Me, I moved out of the park a year ago, into an apartment just down the road that I share with my girlfriend Cherie. I met her in my first year of college; a case of love at first sight. That cute boy never did show up to sweep me off my feet, and I don’t think he ever will.

Cherie’s an amazing girl, and I adore her completely — sweet and shy, with long honey-brown hair and big blue eyes that make my heart turn flips when I gaze into them. She loves comic books, old black and white movies and Chinese food, just like I do; and though our musical tastes differ, we agree more often than not. She’s amazing in bed, making love with a passion that leaves me breathless. Oh, and Cherie and I fit into each other’s clothes, which is just peachy.

There’s something else that makes Cherie special to me — she couldn’t be more understanding about the unusual relationship I have with my mother and her partner. You see, I continue to share their bed every now and then.

About three weeks after our one night together, Mom and Vicky invited me to drink wine with them; they’d splurged on two bottles of what Vicky claimed were superior vintages. Now I don’t know squat about wine, but it was Friday night and I was in a mood to relax with glass in hand, so I eagerly accepted.

I’d honestly believed that sex with Mom and her lover had been a marvelous one-time experience, never to be repeated. Instead, not long after we three had polished off the first bottle, my mother and Vicky sat down on either side of me, each placing a warm hand on my thigh.

A surge of mixed arousal and anticipation swelled beneath my tummy. Wide-eyed, I turned to my mother, and she kissed me. I eagerly sucked her tongue when it entered my mouth, relaxing into Vicky’s embrace as her hands slipped around me to claim my breasts.

Soon we were all naked and in bed, making love in a sweet frenzy. If anything, this time was even better than our debut as a threesome. Mom and Vicky ganged up on me, eating my pussy and asshole until I got off, then kept going until I begged them to stop.

Vicky wanted to watch me and my mother, so she stretched out next to us, fingering her pussy while Mom and I made out, kissing and touching one another for a long while, allowing our lust to build up into a blind animal heat. Then Mom reversed herself and thrust a leg between mine, scooting forward so that our sexes were pressed tightly together.

“Vicky taught me this,” she said, grasping my hips. “Bet you’ll like it, honeybunch.”

Did I ever! I’d yet to be introduced to the fine art of tribbing, and my mother made up for lost time, riding me hard in a sweaty, slippery lesbian fuck. I got the idea soon enough, and soon our bodies were pumping like pistons, cunt grinding into cunt, Mom and me hugging tightly as we bucked and rocked against one another.

We came simultaneously, a breathless explosion of wet flesh and entwined limbs that seemed to last for a small eternity. I was dazed, head whirling like a merry-go-round gone wild.

I’d more or less recaptured my breath when Vicky got to her knees, threw a leg over my face and straddled me, lowering her sex to my mouth. In no mood to tease, I glued my mouth to that juicy cunt and went to fucking town — giving my mother’s lover the best, nastiest head I could.

While eating pussy down below, I was treated to an amazing view of Mom kissing Vicky and fingering her clit. I lifted my head to place a small kiss on my mother’s hand, and she glanced down to give me a wink before returning to feast on her lover’s hot mouth.

Soon Vicky was coming in my face, honey flowing from her vagina. I drank deeply from her; gorged myself on the essence of my mother’s lover. Vicky rode me until she could take no more, then dismounted and took me in her arms, tasting herself on my lips and tongue.

So went the evening. The three of us explored lesbian love to the full, celebrating our sexuality to the point of exhaustion. We replenished ourselves on the last of the wine, accompanied by bread, cheese and fruit, then came together for one final bout of lovemaking — this time languid and gentle — before falling off to sleep in a sweaty tangle of bodies.

Ever since that night, I’ve been an occasional partner in the love life of Mom and Vicky. One of them will phone me on my cell with an invitation to a “sleepover”… and if I don’t have anything planned with Cherie, I’ll be there. Needless to say, sleeping is only a small part of what we get up to.

As I mentioned earlier, Cherie is completely cool with letting me join Mom and Vicky every now and then for a night of fucking. Admittedly, the whole idea of lesbian sex with one’s parent is still a little bizarre to her — then again, her mom isn’t nearly as desirable as mine.

We have an open invitation for Cherie to join us for one of our little sex parties, any time she’s of a mind to. Thus far, she has always politely refused. She admits that Vicky and my mom are hot, but insists “I’m a one-woman girl.” Still, we’re hoping that someday she will change her mind, at least for a night.

So that’s where my story stands, at least for now. As far as I’m concerned, life couldn’t be better… and it wouldn’t have shaken out the way it did if Mom and I hadn’t been forced to sell the family home and start all over. I guess that sometimes you have to lose what you have to get the things you really want.

The End

By JetBoy

My name is Kim Rutledge, and this is the story of the sexual experience that changed my life.

It was my third week back home from college after my freshman year. I was three months away from being nineteen and liked being grown up. My mom was cool; she’d given up on trying to treat me like her little girl, the way she had in my senior year of high school, so we got along really well nowadays. Even better, my asshole dad was out of the picture. He’d left Mom for this widow with tons of money, and all we ever saw of him was his support checks.

All in all, it could have been a great summer but for one problem: my thirteen-year-old baby sister Cindy had grown into an obnoxious, whiny brat.

She’d been a pretty sweet kid growing up, but something about hitting puberty had driven her nuts. To begin with, she was so goddamn needy – always demanding attention, then having hissy fits when she didn’t get it. It was absurdly easy to piss her off, too. She took offense at anything and everything, always convinced the world was out to rain on her parade. I’d been a bit of a handful in my teen years, sure, but nothing like the drama queen Cindy had evolved into.

Even when she wasn’t in a tizzy about something, Cindy was always hanging around, expecting me to keep her amused — and I no longer had any way to escape her, except in the bathroom. See, my mom had always been into making jewelry, a skill she’d picked up from her dad back when she was a teenager, and while I was away at college she decided to try selling it to bring in extra income. So she started a mail-order business that she installed in Cindy’s old room, and my sister moved into mine. Now that I was home, she and I had to share our personal space — and being her roommate sucked, to say the least.

Worst of all, Cindy’s constant presence put a real damper on my sex life.

I’d thought of myself as bisexual by the time I graduated high school, but a few months of college convinced me that I was a lesbian — and a hot, sexy-as-hell lesbian at that! At my college there were a lot more girls than guys, and most of the females were at least open to the idea of experimenting. I was the proverbial kid in the candy store, fucking one girl after another. I never slept alone in my dorm room if I could help it, and if one of my lovers didn’t want to spend the night, my roommate — a math nerd, but kinda cute — was nearly always happy to get naked and share my bed.

I’d counted on being able to sneak girls into the house late at night, but having to share a room with Cindy put the kibosh on that but good. I could always go out and meet a girl somewhere else, but it was tricky — we only had one car, and Mom needed it too much of the time. Even when I was able to go out, Cindy made a big fat deal about me having fun without her, hitting me with all kinds of nosy questions about what I was up to. It was exhausting, coming up with cover stories about why I needed the car and why Cindy couldn’t tag along. I wanted to keep my sexuality a secret for the time being, and my sister was making that a lot more difficult.

Hell, with Cindy constantly underfoot, it was hard for me to get enough privacy to masturbate! And on top of that I had to deal with her bitchy, irritating demeanor all the time. It was too much, damn it. Something had to give.

So I ran the problem around and around in my mind for a few days…and suddenly, out of the blue, I came up with the greatest idea ever — a plan that, if successful, would not only fix Cindy’s obnoxious behavior, but make my summer a hell of a lot more exciting!

The next morning, I put on one of my casually slutty outfits — a pair of denim shorts cut off just under my pussy and a tank top I’d made out of one of my old gym t-shirts from 8th grade by cutting the sleeves off and the collar out. I added a gold ankle bracelet my mom gave me a year or so ago. Dressed like that, I knew I could have at least a few girls looking twice as I sauntered past.

That day, though, it wasn’t about heading over to the mall to shop and flirt with the cute girls there, much as I enjoyed that. No, this was the first phase of Operation Adjust Cindy’s Attitude.

Phase Two began with me tracking down my baby sister. Not that it was hard to find her — Cindy was in our room, sprawled in the middle of her bed in skimpy panties and an old faded t-shirt that was about four sizes too big for her. It was, in fact, my dad’s old t-shirt, one that I’d worn for a nightie all through high school and that had mysteriously disappeared right before I packed my stuff to go to college. She was thumbing through some stupid teen magazine with that bored pout of hers that never failed to rankle me.

For the moment, however, my plan was to make nice.

“I’m going to the mall,” I told her. “You can come if you want, but be ready to go in five minutes.”

Her eyes narrowed, wondering why I was inviting her to join me when I usually used any excuse I could to ditch her. I knew, though, that she’d want to tag along too much to ask questions.

“Sure!” she exclaimed. She tossed the magazine into the wall with a page-fluttering thud and scrambled to her feet, giving me a quick flash of her bare legs and panty-covered butt.

Annoying as my little sister was, I had to admit that she was already totally cute, sure to grow up into an absolute sex bomb.

I drank a Coke in the living room while counting off five minutes, then strolled into the garage. God, Cindy was already there.

“Are we goinnnng?” she shrilled, shifting from one sneakered foot to the other as she stood impatiently by the car.

“Yes, yes, yessssss!” I snapped at her, pretending to be annoyed, pulse quickening at the thought of the fun I planned to have soon when I turned the tables on my bratty sister… my bratty, sexy little sister.

As soon as we got in the car, Cindy reached for the radio, which was set to the college station I like. I slapped her hand hard — a sharp little CRACK sound echoing in the garage — and said, “Put your seatbelt on.” Cindy pouted, but sullenly tugged the shoulder harness down and fastened it across her waist. I buckled myself in and started the car.

Three blocks away from the house, Cindy made a face at the Sonic Youth track that was playing. “This sucks,” she declared, and reached for the radio again.

This time I slapped her face with a deft backhand that left a red mark on her cheek. The CRACK was louder this time.

Cindy was stunned. Neither of my parents had ever hit us, not even spankings when we were little. She sat frozen, gaping at me, mouth wide open. I’d just wheeled the car onto the main drag when she finally got her voice back.

“YOU CAN’T HIT ME!” she screamed, in that fire alarm voice that always set my jaw on edge. “Y-you — I’M TELLIN’ MOM YOU DID THAT AN’ YOU’RE GONNA GET — mmmmppphh!”

That last came because I’d leaned over a few inches, which my lap belt allowed me to do because I’d fastened it loosely, and clapped my hand hard over Cindy’s mouth. At that point, I executed a quick right hand turn, wrenching the car into the Jiffy Lube parking lot. Switching off the ignition, I shoved her away from me. At that point, she was too startled to make a peep.

“Now, listen up, you little shit,” I told Cindy, keeping my voice low and even, “I got you out of the house so we could have a little chat about your behavior. You’ve been an absolute bitch to me and Mom, and you’re driving us both nuts. I’m not gonna tolerate this bullshit from you for one more day. Maybe Mom won’t discipline you like you deserve, but I’ll take a goddamn belt to your ass if you don’t shape up. You hear me?”

Cindy gave me a wounded look, her lower lip jutting out. “That’s not fair,” she whined. “You and Mom are always ganging up on me. You don’t even try to understand how I feel about…”

“There you go again!” I snapped, cutting her off. “Nobody’s ganging up on you, damn it. See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. You carry on like the whole world revolves around Cindy Rutledge. If you don’t get every single thing you want, exactly when you want it, you complain and whine and whine and complain until everyone around you is totally miserable — especially Mom. Listen, I’ve had enough of your bratty behavior. Enough!” I smacked the back of her headrest, hard.

Cindy was gaping at me, eyes huge. “What… what is it you want m-me to do?” she whispered, now looking seriously scared — which was at least part of what I wanted. Now I had to calm her down before she started sniveling.

“Listen,” I said, gently brushing her hair out of her eyes with the back of my hand. She flinched at first, then submitted, closing her eyes and pouting. “I’m not gonna be mean to you if you don’t make me. I love you, even though you’ve been an utter pain in the ass ever since I got home.” While I spoke, I started up the car again, exiting the parking lot. “I swear, sometimes you make me wish I was still back at school instead of on vacation.”

That really struck home. Cindy sank down in her seat, looking miserable. “I’m — I’m sorry if I’ve been so awful to you and Mom… I didn’t know I was, really. W-what can I do to be better?”

I took a deep breath. Here goes. “I’ll make a deal with you. We can be close again, you and me, just like we used to. But there’s gotta be some serious attitude adjustment on your part. No more temper tantrums, and a lot less griping and getting all bent out of shape about every little thing. If you get yourself together and try to act like a civilized human being, then we can be friends, you and me. Just like we used to be, okay? But if you keep being a little bitch, then I promise you this: I’ll make your life a living hell. So… what’s it gonna be?” By then, I’d reached the entrance of the mall.

Cindy sniffled a few times, nibbled at her lower lip in a way that made her look eight years old, then finally said, softly, “I want us to be f-friends again.”

“Good,” I said, pulling into a dark corner of the mall’s left-hand parking garage, where you could get a couple of hours of privacy if you wanted. I’d used it for a make-out and drinking spot back in my high school days, because nearly everyone else parked on the right-hand side. I switched off the ignition and turned back to my sister. “If you really mean that, then yeah, we can be tight again. I’ll help you, the way big sisters are supposed to, and teach you about grownup stuff you need to know… things you can’t go to Mom about. Understand?”

Cindy stared at me, then sniffled and blinked. “Teach me what? You mean, you want to teach me about, um, sex?” She was toying with her hair nervously. “Y-you think I’m ready for that…?”

I smiled, casually placing a hand on her bare thigh. “Baby, you’re ready to have sex with anyone you want. You are old enough now — and it’s the greatest!” Then I paused, my next remark very calculated. “Well… I don’t know, maybe you think sex is kinda gross…”

“Um, no, no,” Cindy said, hastily, blushing a little and looking away. “I mean, I’m not a baby, I know about this stuff. It’s just…” She looked up at me shyly. “I haven’t done anything — I mean, not much.” She hesitated, then smiled. “So… will you show me how to, to be sexy?”

I grinned, but only inwardly. I had her in the palm of my hand now…

“Hmmm,” I said thoughtfully. “Well, I’ll try, I guess.” I gazed at her, tapping my teeth with my fingernail like I was thinking about what I might teach her first. Of course, I knew exactly what I wanted. “Let’s see. Do you know how to kiss?”

“Well… kinda.”

I reclined my car seat back as far as it would go. “Okay, sis… come share my seat and show me how good you are at it.”

Her eyes grew wide. “You want me to kiss you?”

I shrugged and tried to look exasperated. “If you don’t want to…”

“It… it just seems a little weird,” she mumbled, blushing hotly, though her eyes told me that she found the idea of kissing her big sister an intriguing one.

I started toying with her hair. “You don’t have to only have sex with boys, you know,” I whispered. “Fooling around with other girls can be even better.”

She stared at me in disbelief. “Have you, um, had s-sex with other girls?”

I nodded, a wicked smile on my lips. “I have,” I murmured, “and I loved it.”

She rubbed her chin thoughtfully, then giggled. “Okay!” she squealed, squeezing into my seat next to me.

It was a tight fit, but that only heightened the mood. I placed a hand on Cindy’s cheek and drew her face to mine, my lips parting…

Two minutes later, Cindy broke away and sat back. “How was that? I mean, I’ve only practice kissed with Jane, but she thinks I’m pretty good.”

My heart was pounding like a jackhammer, my nipples were hard as bullets and my pussy a swamp, but I kept my voice cool. Damn, my little sister had one hot little mouth!

“That was… pretty nice,” I said. “You are a good kisser, babe — but you could be even better.” I opened my door. “Come on, let’s get in the back, there’s a little more room to stretch out. I want to show you some other stuff.”

Cindy got into the back without any protest. In fact, she seemed downright eager. I lay back on the seat and pulled my little sister down on top of me with a growl of lust.

She came to me eagerly, her lips meeting mine again and her tongue immediately darting into my mouth.

We both moaned as our kiss grew deep and passionate. I was on fire, more aroused than I’d been in weeks. So far, this crazy plan of mine had succeeded beyond my wildest hopes. I’d figured it would be about a week or so before Cindy would let me make out with her, much less take the initiative herself! I slid my hands up under the oversized t-shirt she was wearing and undid her small bra. We continued to French kiss as my hands found her apple-sized breasts and fondled them. Her nipples quickly stiffened to the touch.

Cindy broke away, panting, then clumsily shrugged out of her t-shirt and bra. The car windows were tinted and there was no one parked anywhere near us, so I wasn’t worried about being seen. Without a word I drew my sister back down to me, taking her left nipple into my mouth. Cindy moaned in surprised delight as I nibbled and sucked at the tip of one breast, then the other.

To my surprise, I felt her hands moving clumsily about the waistband of my denim cutoffs, seeking the button. I squirmed around to give her better access, and she had them unsnapped and halfway down my legs in a flash.

“I wanna see your pussy,” she gasped, her voice loud in the close confines of the car.

“You can have my pussy any time you want it, babe,” I told her breathlessly, running my fingers through her hair, then letting her kiss them as I trailed them over her lips. “You and your friend Jane did a little more than kissing together, didn’t you?”

“No, we didn’t,” Cindy insisted, licking over my palm to kiss my wrist, then trailing her tongue in a tantalizing way down the underside of my arm, “but I’ve seen lots of pictures of girls doing it with each other on the internet, and I always wanted to try it.” She shook her head in disbelief. “I can’t believe I’m getting to do it with you, though! Pretty wild, huh?”

“Yeah,” I purred, moving in to claim Cindy’s mouth in a brief but hungry kiss, “pretty fuckin’ wild.”

She tugged my tank top up and stared at my bare breasts, moved in to lick my left nipple, then took it between her lips and sucked gently. “You’re so pretty,” Cindy breathed as she switched to my other erect nipple. She suckled me for another few seconds, then raised her face, her eyes burning into mine. “So… have you done this with a lot of other girls?”

“Oh, a few,” I admitted, running my fingers through her soft hair. “But this is extra special, sis, because I love you so much.”

It was true, too — the idea of committing incest with my sister had me nearly trembling with excitement. I couldn’t believe I’d never thought of making a move on her before. After all, I’d wanted to make love to my mom for a least a year, ever since I had a dirty dream about her after realizing I liked girls. She still looked really good at thirty-eight, and hadn’t been with anyone since Dad bailed on us. I knew that I could rock her world in bed.

Now I’d made a hot little discovery — a sexy little lover who’d been sleeping in the bed just across the room from mine for two weeks! And to think that just a couple of days ago, I’d all but given this summer up as a lost cause…

“I love you too,” Cindy purred. She kissed me again, urgently, her tongue eagerly exploring my mouth. “Can I really make out with you any time I want?” she asked breathlessly, between kisses.

“Baby,” I told her, touched by her enthusiasm, “we’re gonna be sleeping in the same room until September. We can fuck all night, every night… and anytime Mom’s at work, we can fuck on the couch downstairs, too.”

“Oh yeahhhh,” Cindy said, sounding very pleased at that prospect. Then she blushed a little bit, looking down at her hands. “So, um… can Jane maybe come over an’ play with us? She might be kinda weird about it at first, but I know she’d like it.” Her eyes were alight with excitement.

God, could this be the same irksome little bitch who I’d fantasized about boiling in oil that very morning? This scheme of mine was going better than I could ever have imagined! “Sure, we can do that,” I told Cindy with a kiss, “and I’d love to help you seduce your friend, sweetie.”

“Cool!” she squealed.

We kissed again, and then that went on for a while, and eventually I panted, “I want to take your cherry, babe. How about it… wanna get fucked by your big sister?”

“Oh, wow…” Cindy said, pausing to think about that. “Well… yeah! Sure, you can fuck me. How are you gonna do it, Kim?”

I hugged her to me tightly, licked around her ear, and whispered “With a dildo, silly. I’ve got more than one, though. Let me ask you this — d’ya want me to use my strap-on cock on you, or the one I hold in my hand?”

“Oooh, strap it on and do me like a boy,” Cindy grinned wickedly. “I can’t believe you’re gonna be my first, Kimmie. It’s like I’m your girlfriend now, huh?”

“Mmmm… you’re my best little girlfriend, sugardoll,” I whispered in Cindy’s ear as I slipped her shorts down and began to finger her pussy. “We can make love for awhile right here, but then we’ll go back home and get together tonight after Mom goes to sleep. You deserve to be in a nice warm bed for your first fuck.”

“Oh God, that sounds amazing,” Cindy breathed. Then she looked at me with adoring eyes, bashfully nibbling her lip. “Kimmie, can I lick your pussy now? I’d like to…”

My reply was to part my legs, letting my little sister see everything. “Be my guest.”

I sighed happily as she kissed down my neck and to my nipple, taking it into her hot mouth and gently sucking. “Oh, yeah, Cindy-girl… make me feel good.”

She made her wicked way down my body, tantalizing me with her lips and tongue, finally kneeling between my thighs. I reached down to open my cunt with two fingers, offering myself to Cindy. She slowly dipped her head to plant a soft kiss on my pussy.

I moaned as my baby sister pressed her mouth to my cunt and began to eat me, her hot tongue lashing my vulva until she found my clit. I gasped as she nuzzled it, then began to lick.

“Mmmyummmm!” Cindy purred as she lapped at me, clearly digging her first taste of cunt.

“Oh, baby,” I groaned, arching my back and grinding my pudenda into her face. “Ohhh you hot little bitch mmm sweet lover oh my GOD you are so good at that oh jesus FUCK I’m coming…!”

I went off like a hand grenade, coming in my little sister’s face as she continued to pleasure me. Finally my pussy got tender and I couldn’t take any more, so I squeezed her shoulder to get her attention. “Hold on for a second, sis.”

She drew back, her mouth and chin shining with wetness. I brought my knees up to my breasts, parting my buttocks for her. “Okay, Cindy — now lick my asshole.”

“Uh, wow,” Cindy said as she lifted her eyes up to mine, “I never thought of doing that before.”

“No,” I said, “I bet not… but trust me, it’s so fucking good. You’ll see, when I do it to you.”

Cindy blinked at me a few times without speaking, then put her face back between my legs and worked her way a little lower. I felt her licking a path through my ass crack. “Yum,” she purred, and then I felt her tongue start to swirl around my rosebud.

I love to get my ass licked, especially just after I’ve just come. “Oh yeah baby, that’s good,” I crooned as I felt my baby sister’s wet tongue bathe my anus.

Cindy ate my ass out for a few minutes while I fondled my tits… and it felt wonderful. Finally I slid my legs off her shoulders and sat up. “Okay, baby sister,” I said, “it’s your turn.”

She smiled at me and I kissed her deeply, tasting my sticky self on her mouth. I maneuvered us around so I had my knees on the floor of the car and she was on the seat, her legs over my shoulders. Taking a deep breath, I lowered my face to her lightly downed pussy.

I used my fingers to play with Cindy’s moistened labia while I tongued and nibbled her clit, then ran my tongue up and down her cunt for a long while before taking her clit between my lips and sucking at the tiny pink nubbin. I slowly wriggled a finger deep into her rectum and began sliding it in and out while I ate her. Cindy was going out of her mind with pleasure within minutes, finally gasping for me to stop.

“Slut,” I told her good-naturedly, kissing my way up her body and plunging my tongue into her eager mouth. As she sucked at it, I pushed her back and turned her so she was lying lengthwise on the seat, then got on top of Cindy, settled my cunt against hers and began to grind myself against her in a hot lesbian fuck. My sister moaned and squirmed beneath me, which only added to the friction we were generating.

After a few minutes of crazily pumping our bodies together, I found myself going off again. A few seconds later Cindy panted crazily as she came, too.

“That’s pretty good sex for a seventh grade virgin,” I told her, running my tongue up her neck to her ear and nibbling at the lobe. “Now let’s get dressed. I have to buy you some hot new clothes before I take you home and fuck you for real.”

“Okay,” Cindy said agreeably, turning her face to kiss me. “I love you, Kimmie.”

“Love you too, my sweet fuck toy,” I told her. I tossed Cindy her shorts and she squirmed into them while I put on mine.

Once in the mall, I took my sister to Burdine’s to find a couple of outfits for her — a couple of sleeveless blouses, very tight, with some V-shaped necklines that buttoned up the front, and some short skirts that hugged her ass tightly. Cindy was positively in a daze by the time we left the shopping area and were walking back to the car. My arm was around her shoulders, and hers circled my waist as she snuggled her head into the side of my right breast.

“People’r gonna think we’re weird if they see us, I bet,” Cindy murmured to me as we walked, and indeed, some people were staring out of the corners of their eyes at the sight of two hot teenage girls walking along embracing like lovers in the mall. “I don’t even care, though.”

“Me neither — let ‘em stare,” I said. “Do you love me, sis?”

“Course,” she sighed, snuggling into me a little more as we walked. “I’m your girlfriend, you said so,” Cindy responded dreamily. “You’re gonna fuck me too, and I can’t wait!”

We exited through the doors that led out into the parking garage. I stopped, bringing Cindy to a halt, and glanced around. Seeing no one in the vicinity, I shoved her over behind a kiosk that juts out of the left wall, showing a map of the mall on its front side for people who are lost.

“I wanna lick you again,” I growled, pushing her up against the wall, running my hand down Cindy’s stomach and into her shorts to cup her sweet little cunt in my hand and caress it…while crushing my mouth to hers in a ravenous kiss that left my head spinning like a yo-yo.

“Aaaaaanything,” Cindy moaned, panting, as I kissed my way down her neck, nuzzling the hollow of her throat, “you can do what you like to me, sis, an’ I’ll do anything you say, I’m yours, oh Kimmie that’s so gooood…”

“Turn around,” I told her, “and play with your pussy. I’m gonna lick you from behind.”

She obeyed immediately, and I yanked her shorts down to her knees, knelt behind her, parted those soft cheeks and began to lick her sweet little asshole.

I sensed, more than felt, my sister masturbating while I ate her ass. Both my hands held her bottom open, and my face was buried in the dark cleft as I swirled my tongue around Cindy’s sweet back channel, enjoying the taste and texture of my thirteen-year-old sister’s virgin anus.

I have no idea how long it took; I wasn’t aware of anything but her rosebud pulsing around my tongue as I licked at her, until I finally heard “Ohhh GOD Kim I’m commminggggg!” and felt Cindy tremble in ecstasy as she went off for the third time in an hour.

As her pleasure crested and ebbed, I lovingly planted a few soft kisses on Cindy’s cheeks, pulled her shorts back up, and got to my feet again. As for my sister, she was sagging against the wall with what I’d have to call a well-fucked expression on her face. I picked up our shopping bags with one hand and gave her perky little butt a pat with the other.

“Come on, sugardoll,” I told her, “Time to go home.”

Cindy sighed happily, then threw her arms around my neck, startling me with a tight, very warm hug. “Mmmm Kimmie, you’re the best!” She drew back a little, gazing adoringly up at me. “Thank you for showing me how to kiss and eat pussy, and for making me feel so good and letting me be your girlfriend!”

“Pleasure’s mine, sweetie,” I said. At that moment I couldn’t resist; she was looking up at me all big-eyed, so adorable and hot, so I brought my mouth to hers and we kissed tenderly. Cindy moaned and opened her mouth wide to receive my tongue.

We stood in front of the car, tenderly kissing for a long while. God… was I falling in love with my baby sister?

“I am gonna fuck you so good tonight, girl,” I whispered, nibbling her earlobe.

*****

That night was incredible, too. I remember climbing on top of Cindy, my lubricated cock fastened about my waist, her thighs parted for me. We kissed hungrily as I placed the tip at the entrance of her cunt, whispered, “I love you, baby,” and fed the length of it into her until I reached Cindy’s hymen.

She gasped in pain when I broke her, a few tears rolling down her cheeks — but she wouldn’t let me pull out, clutching me to her as she adjusted to being filled so completely. Finally she said, “Okay, I… I th-think you can fuck me now.”

I began to work my cock back and forth, going slowly at first. “Oh, Kimmie,” she moaned, “that f-feels amazing…”

Within minutes Cindy had both legs wrapped round me as I plowed her. When my sister came, she bucked so hard that I was nearly thrown off the bed. I’d never seen anyone get off so intensely before.

Once she recovered, my sweet little sister got me up on all fours and ate my pussy and asshole until I exploded in her mouth.

We snuggled together, kissing and making out for a long while, then drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

Two years later, Cindy and I are still lovers. We occasionally fool around with other girls, but our main interest is in each other. She and I are both scheming about how we might get our mother into bed with us, so who knows — there might be more to this story one day!

The End (?)

By JetBoy

Suddenly Polly pulled away, peering up at the older girl. “Hey, Beth,” she chirped, “can we do some more sex things now? I want to play with your butt!”

“My butt?” Beth replied, startled.

“Well… yeah!” Polly answered, now blushing. “I… I think that ladies’ b-bottoms are the beautifullest things in the whole world! An’ I bet yours is ‘specially beautiful.” She gazed pleadingly at the teen, biting her lower lip. “Please, Beth, can I? Pretty please?”

Beth smiled, touching her young lover’s cheek. “Of course you can, sweetheart,” she crooned. “but first, I just have to do this.” She claimed Polly’s mouth in a tender kiss, teasing the girl’s lips with the tip of her tongue.

With a tiny but impassioned moan Polly immediately responded, her own tongue meeting and mingling with Beth’s. They kissed for a long while, savoring the soft liquid sounds their mouths made.

Finally Beth broke away, transfixing little Polly with a smoldering glance. “Okay then, Pollybelle…” she murmured, raising herself to a sitting position, then sliding onto her tummy, making her movements as sultry and sensual as she could. “Here’s my butt, all warm and ready for you.” Thrusting her ass up, she gave her hips a slow grind, thrilled at the awed look on Polly’s face.

All but hypnotized by the sight of those firm, shapely globes, the child absently moistened her lips. “Wow,” she whispered.

“Like what you see, lover?” Beth purred, spreading her thighs further apart, wanting Polly to get a good look.

“Gosh, yes…” the girl breathed, hesitantly reaching out to touch the pale rump. “It’s so pretty.”

“Mmmmmm, that feels nice,” sighed Beth.

“C-can I kiss your bottom, Beth?” Polly shyly inquired, her hand resting on the older girl’s buttock.

Beth’s eyes flashed eagerly. “Oooh yeah, babe… I’d love you to!”

Polly slowly approached, nervously moistening her lips before placing a gentle kiss upon Beth’s left cheek.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” the teen moaned. “Keep doing that, Polly… don’t stop!”

Emboldened, little Polly drew even closer — grasping Beth’s hips, pressing her face into the smooth flesh as she gave her babysitter’s bottom one kiss after another, deepening those kisses as her excitement grew.

“Fuck!” Beth gasped, heartbeat thundering in her ears, overwhelmed by the eight-year-old’s instinct for sex play. Polly was practically making love to her ass, showering it with open-mouthed kisses.

Then she felt two little hands spreading her cheeks apart, sensed Polly’s warm breath caressing the crack of her ass. She tensed, her mouth hanging open. No fucking way, Beth told herself. She wouldn’t do that, not yet.

Polly stared hungrily at the treasures nestled between Beth’s parted legs. The pussy she already knew, and seeing how wet it was made the sight even more thrilling. Then there was another opening, the tight pink cleft just above Beth’s sex. That’s her butthole, Polly realized. She breathed deeply, taking in the thick, musky perfume of her older lover’s anus.

The impulse was there to kiss that puckered hole — maybe even lick it a little bit. Bet that’s something only bad girls do, she thought. Then again, she’d licked Beth’s pussy, and that had been the best!

Besides, Polly was coming to realize how much she liked being bad…

Unable to resist, the child pried Beth’s bottom open, even further than before, and plunged her face between the pale globes, pressing her lips firmly against the tender rosebud.

“Oh, jeez, Polly!” Beth cried, her breath coming in excited gasps.

Polly drew back to lick her lips, brow furrowed in concentration as she weighed the taste of the older girl’s bottom, deciding it was pretty good — not gross at all! The flavor was mostly like Beth’s pussy, but also sort of different.

Wanting another taste, the little girl bent to take an experimental lick, trailing her tongue through the teen’s butt crack, delighted to see how that made Beth shiver.

“God, Polly,” Beth moaned. “You… have… no idea how g-great that feels.”

Eager to bring pleasure to her new girlfriend, Polly pried Beth’s cheeks even further apart, burrowing between them to lick deeper, harder.

Beth pressed her face into the pillow’s squashy softness, her head reeling. For all the wild lesbian fantasies she’d indulged in since deciding her sexuality, this moment easily topped them all — getting her asshole licked by a beautiful little girl of eight.

That sweet fire was stoked and glowing between her legs once more, and Beth hastened to feed the blaze, thrusting a hand beneath her belly to masturbate. Polly’s enthused sucking had left the teen’s clitoris incredibly tender, so Beth just lightly teased it with the tip of a finger — gentle, barely-there touches that had her seeing stars.

Polly was really getting into rimming her babysitter, adorning Beth’s anus with passionate tongue kisses as if her butthole was a sexy mouth. It was a cooler game than any she’d ever played before.

Gosh, Polly thought, she really loves getting her bottom licked. Wonder if she’d do that to me?

Meanwhile, Beth’s brow was furrowed in concentration as she grasped for her pleasure, summoned it forth, felt it build — the throbbing of her sex made stronger by the backdoor oral action she was getting from Polly. The little girl was trailing her wet, warm tongue up and down Beth’s crack, and it felt utterly divine.

“Oh, yeah!” Beth blurted, feeling sweet release drawing nearer. “Oh, fuck — fuck!” It was close now, very close; all but breathing down the teen’s neck…

Then Beth’s body jerked violently, head rearing back as a hard jolt of an orgasm shook her slender frame. “Ohhhhhggggod Polly YES!” she screamed, pushing her ass back into the child’s face. “Don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tSTOP!”

Hanging on as best she could, Polly kept her face buried between Beth’s buttocks, determined to do all she could to make her new girlfriend feel wonderful.

Now Beth was beyond words. Great waves of pleasure crashed through the girl as if her body was a gong being hammered, stroke after exquisite stroke. The universe was reduced to fingers and clit; tongue and anus.

Hand busy between her legs, Beth drove herself further and higher until there was a sudden breaking through, leaving her floating in a gauzy void of glowing warmth. Her limp upper half collapsed onto the bed, face hitting the cool pillow with a smack.

Undaunted, Polly continued to rim the older girl, licking her hole until Beth pulled away. Rolling onto her back, the older girl extended her arms, gasping, “C’mere, babe.”

Polly crawled into the teen’s arms, where Beth rewarded her with a deep, hungry kiss. Tilting her head, the child met and matched her lover’s passion, meeting Beth’s thrusting tongue with her own. Finally, their lust sated, they gently broke apart.

“Oh, Pollybelle,” Beth whispered, reaching to brush the little girl’s bangs from her damp forehead, “that was incredible. I had no idea you were going to — to lick my bottom like that.”

“I… I didn’t know I was gonna do it!” a dazed Polly replied. “It just s-sorta happened.”

“Well, I’m glad it did. You made me feel great, sweetie… fantastic!” Beth cradled the child, nuzzling her face. “I adore you, Polly…”

“Um, so… can we maybe do this again sometime?”

Beth grinned wickedly. “Ohhhhh, yeah. You’re my girlfriend now, remember?” She left a line of soft kisses along Polly’s jawline, then licked around the edge of her ear, making Polly whimper. “I’m gonna do everything with you, my sexy little cutie… I’ll show you all the ways that two girls can fuck.”

“You used that word before!” gasped Polly, amused. “That’s a bad thing to say, too — isn’t it?”

Beth gave the girl a wry grin. “Yeah, it is, Pollybelle… but it’s also what we just did, you and me. We fucked.” Dipping her head, she traced the child’s lips with her tongue, then met her eyes again. “Say it for me, babe… tell me how you love to fuck me.”

Blushing furiously, Polly whispered the words Beth wanted to hear. “I love to f-fuck you, Beth…” then burst into gleeful giggles, thrilled by her boldness. “I do, I really, really do!” She cuddled into her babysitter. “Okay, say it to me some more!”

Beth drew away, transfixing her young lover with a smoldering stare. “Polly, I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than fuck you. I’d lick that sweet pussy of yours until you almost faint, it feels so good. Then I’d lick your ass, the same way you did to me.” As she spoke, Beth’s hand slid down Polly’s tummy to curl around her smooth pubis.

“Know what, sweetie?” she cooed. “I can’t wait. I’m gonna fuck you again — right now!”

Polly relaxed completely in Beth’s embrace, her head lolling on the teen’s shoulder as she gazed, dreamy-eyed, at the ceiling. “Oh. Ooooh, Beth… that’s soooooo nice!” she gasped, a sweet shudder coursing through her willowy frame as nimble fingers grazed her clitoris.

Beth’s lust had renewed itself as if by magic. With her right hand she masturbated the eight-year-old, while the left caressed Polly’s flat chest, brushing her tiny nipples to stiffness, whispering a litany of lust and desire into the child’s ear while pleasuring her. “My sexy little lover… God, it gets me so fucking hot to touch you like this, Pollybelle. I just wanna kiss you, taste you… make love to every inch of your beautiful, beautiful body. Oh, Polly, I love your pussy — so warm and wet and slippery.” She paused to nip playfully at Polly’s earlobe, and the girl mewed with delight. “Y’know what I’d like to do now, babe? Put my finger inside you… Would you let me do that, Polly? Can I slip my finger into that juicy little pussy of yours? I promise I’ll be gentle — and you’ll love how it feels. Can I, Polly? Pretty please?”

“Uh… uh-huh!” and a quick nod was all Polly could manage, out of breath as she was.

With that, Beth began to trace the little girl’s vaginal cleft with a finger, allowing the tip to slowly work its way inside. Polly’s slit was moist enough to allow for smooth penetration, and the child’s blue eyes widened in mixed pleasure and astonishment as the probing digit entered her, a millimeter at a time.

“Does this feel good?” Beth cooed, cradling the nude nymph.

“Y-y-yes!” gasped a shivering Polly.

Beth’s finger was now touching the thin membrane of her lover’s hymen. She dared not permit herself to take the child’s virginity, not just yet — but there were other ways to give her pleasure. Beth began to move her finger about in tiny circles, stimulating the walls of Polly’s vagina, then commenced to work it in and out, in and out.

“Oh, Beth… oh my gosh, Beth!”

Grinning wickedly, the teen allowed her other hand to glide down the little girl’s baby-soft tummy to between her thighs, seeking out the nubbin of Polly’s clitoris. Locating the tiny bump, Beth lightly tweaked it between two fingers.

A hoarse cry erupted from Polly’s throat, her thin frame seizing up as she exploded into orgasm. Beth held on tightly to the twitching girl, concentrating on pumping her finger in and out of Polly’s cunt without breaking the hymen.

The child’s rapture quickly mounted to an unimaginable height, punctuated by a tiny shriek. Beth continued to masturbate her until Polly lay limp and trembling in her older lover’s embrace.

Beth cradled the flushed girl, showering her with soft kisses and whispering, “Sweet little girl… my precious baby, I love you…”

Sighing contentedly, Polly curled up like a kitten, letting Beth cuddle her. “Love you, too,” she whispered.

They lay together for a long while; finally, Beth roused herself. “C’mon, Pollybelle… we’ve got to get ourselves cleaned up before your mom gets home.”

Yawning, Polly slowly sat up. “Mmmmm… okay.” Then she grinned. “Wanna take a bath with me?”

Beth tousled the child’s now mussed hair. “I like the way you think, cutie-pie. Let’s go!”

Minutes later Polly and Beth were in the tub, happily washing one another. It took far longer to get clean than it ordinarily might have because the girls were having such a lovely time at it, pausing again and again to exchange kisses.

Finally they emerged from their bath, bodies gleaming wetly. Grabbing a towel, Beth began to rub down the giggling girl — then she stopped herself as an idea made itself felt.

“Hey, Polly?” she murmured, “I wanna try something. Put your hands on the edge of the bathtub and bend over.”

“Okay,” piped Polly, who happily obliged. Beth feasted her eyes once more on her new lover’s bare bottom, now glistening from their bath. Kneeling behind the child, she moved in to place a tender kiss upon the left buttock, then the right.

A tiny squeak of delight escaped Polly’s lips when Beth pressed her face into the softness of the little girl’s rump, adorning the warm, still damp flesh with open-mouthed kisses.

“Oh, gosh,” moaned Polly. “Ooooooohh… oh, Beth!”

The teen’s heart thumped crazily as she made love to the eight-year-old’s pert little ass. Then she carefully pried the smooth globes apart, absently moistening her lips as she stared at her ultimate prize — the jewel of Polly’s anus.

Closing her eyes, Beth ran her tongue through the dark pink cleft, licking lustily at the child’s rosebud.

Polly responded with a giggle that trailed off into a blissful sigh… then as Beth’s tongue traced circles around the anal pucker, the little girl began to whimper with delight. “Oh, wow… that, that f-feels wonderful…”

Almost absently, Polly placed a hand upon her mound and began to touch herself.

Beth’s very soul was aglow with happiness. To be on her knees before this beautiful child and licking at her butthole seemed like a glimpse of heaven. No matter what happens, she thought, even if we get caught, I swear it’s worth it for this.

Then she realized with a start that Polly was masturbating.

Jesus, the teen marveled. Can she actually come a third time? Beth had no idea if such a thing was even possible — but she quickly realized that the child was doing her level best to make it happen!

What the hell, Beth decided. Let’s go for the gold.

She began to fondle Polly, exploring as much of the eight-year-old’s body as she could reach while continuing to rim her. Pressing even deeper into Polly’s crack, she gave the young girl’s anus a wet French kiss, her lips sucking and slurping at the tiny opening.

Polly was quivering now, her breath coming in quick bursts as if she were running. Beth’s hot mouth was doing wonderful things to her butthole — and there were lovely hands gliding everywhere, touching her legs, tummy, arms, bottom. She rubbed eagerly at her slit, very much wanting to make those big, wonderful feelings happen again. By this time she was thrusting her ass back into Beth’s face, eager for more of her teenage lover’s oral attention.

As Beth gave the child what she wanted, her hands were busy caressing Polly’s flat chest. Finding a tiny nipple, she teased it, then took the bud between finger and thumb to give it a pinch.

That was enough to send Polly into orgasm, her choked cry ringing out in the humid bathroom.

Beth clutched the little girl as she came, her tongue still busy between those pert cheeks. Finally, the teen raised her head as she felt Polly sway. Taking hold of the eight-year-old’s waist, she carefully lowered the child to the floor, resting her against the bathtub in a seated position.

Reaching up to touch the flushed girl’s cheek, Beth grinned. “You okay, kiddo?”

Bangs plastered wetly to her forehead, her chest rising and falling with every deep breath, Polly slowly nodded. “Okay… yeah, I’m okay.” She gave Beth a dazed smile. “Oh, Beth… y-you’re so good to me. I love you.” Seizing the older girl’s hand, she clumsily kissed it once, twice, three times.

Beth drew nearer to the girl, straddling her outstretched legs. “I love you too, Pollybelle.” Tilting her head, she claimed Polly’s mouth in a tender kiss. The child responded immediately, her tongue darting between Beth’s parted lips.

As they kissed passionately, Beth’s head swam. My God, it’s true. I’m in love for the first time in my life, and it’s with a girl who’s still in second grade. What a crazy situation!

Gently breaking away, Beth sighed happily. “Well, come on, babe… we need to get dried off and into some clothes.” She stood, then extended a hand to Polly, helping the little girl to her feet. “Actually, I guess it’s time for you to put on your pajamas, huh?”

“Yeah,” replied Polly, raising both arms as Beth resumed the task of drying her.

Minutes later, the girls were back in Polly’s room, getting dressed.

“Listen, sweetheart,” Beth began, slipping into her jeans, “I feel really great that you’re my girlfriend and all, but you know we have to keep this a secret, right?”

“Mmmm. Yeah, I guess so,” murmured Polly, wriggling her arms through the sleeves of a flowery pajama top.

Beth knelt before the child, placing both hands on her shoulders. “Seriously, Pollybelle. You can’t tell anyone about us. Not even your best friend, and definitely not your mom. If people find out, we’ll never be able to make love again, not ever. Understand?”

Struck by the sober expression on Beth’s face, Polly whispered, “I won’t tell, Beth. I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“Good,” the teen nodded, her smile returned. “Now go brush your teeth, and let’s get you into bed. I’ll read you a nice story.”

“Okay,” chirped Polly, padding into the bathroom. “But… can we maybe kiss some more, too?”

Beth laughed. “Oh, we’ll kiss, all right. Just try to keep me away from those yummy lips, cutie!”

Soon, Polly was tucked snugly into bed with Beth stretched out next to her, holding an open storybook and reading. “After the feast, the Laziest Man fell into his bed like a log. But a strange thing happened to him. Though his eyes closed, he did not really sleep.”

Polly poked Beth’s shoulder. “Another kiss, please…” she giggled.

Marking her place with a finger, Beth closed the book, then leaned into the happy child. Their mouths met, and the two lovers shared a soft, sweet and very romantic kiss, tongues playfully engaging.

After a moment, Beth broke away with a smile for her childish lover, found her place, and took up the thread of the story once more. “Though his eyes closed, he did not really sleep. In his mind he kept hearing peals of silvery laughter. Limply — for he never moved fast — he pulled the blanket over his head, but the laughter continued in his brain. And for the first time in his lazy life, he became awake.”

“Another kiss,” Polly sighed dreamily, again nudging her babysitter.

“You forgot to say ‘please’,” retorted Beth as she dipped down to swap another sensuous French kiss with Polly. This time when they parted, the little girl found herself yawning hugely.

“Hey!” Beth mock-pouted. “Are my kisses boring you? Maybe I shouldn’t give you any more!”

“Noooooo!” protested Polly. “M’sorry, Beth… I don’t wanna be sleepy, but — I kinda am anyhow.” She yawned again. “Ooooh… damn it!”

Beth laughed. “Don’t cuss like that around your mom! She’ll think I taught you how.” She tousled the child’s hair. “It’s okay, sweet stuff. You’ve been through a lot tonight. Getting in trouble, getting spanked… learning how to make love, then a nice hot bath… you came three times, y’know! That’s a lot for a little girl.”

Puzzled, the drowsy child peered at Beth. “I… came?”

“You did,” Beth cooed, drawing Polly into her arms. “Remember that great big intense feeling you got when we were doing sex stuff? They call that ‘coming’. It’s also called an orgasm. Ever hear that word before?”

Polly shook her head. “Uh-uh. So if you’re coming… where are you coming from?”

“It doesn’t work that way,” Beth chuckled. “You just come. That’s all.” Polly yawned again. “Oh, my… I know a little girl who need to get some rest.”

“Guess so,” mumbled Polly. “Can you kiss me one more time, then keep reading ’till I’m asleep? I like to hear you talk.”

“Sure thing, babe.” Her lips found Polly’s, and the girls kissed lovingly, tongues mingling. Parting, Beth whispered. “I love you, sweet Pollybelle. Sweet dreams.”

“Love you, Beth,” Polly breathed. “G’night.”

Opening her book, Beth again resumed the story. “And for the first time in his lazy life, he became awake. As the hours passed, he became more and more awake. In fact, the Laziest Man did not sleep a wink that night.”

She read on for a few more paragraphs, then paused to glance down at Polly, smiling when she saw that the child, unlike the Laziest Man in the World, was fast asleep.

Carefully rising from the bed, Beth bent to touch her lips to Polly’s forehead. She studied the peaceful face of the little girl, then turned off the bedside lamp before quietly exiting the room, turning back for one last glance. The child’s face was positively angelic, lit by the faint illumination from her night light.

*****

About two hours later, Judy Ryan entered the silent house, keys in hand. She peered into the living room. Beth, seated on the sofa, glanced up from her history textbook.

“Hi, Mrs. Ryan,” the teen murmured, putting down her pencil and stretching. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“Oh, it was wonderful!” Judy replied. “We really felt the spirit. How’s Polly? She behaved herself, I hope.”

“Like an angel. I put her to bed a couple of hours ago. Last time I checked, she was fast asleep.”

“Good,” Judy nodded, setting her purse down on the coffee table. “Listen, Beth. I wanted to apologize for what I said earlier tonight… you know, that you didn’t understand about morals. I wasn’t saying that you were a bad person — you’re just young, and haven’t seen what a… destructive place the world can be.” She paused. “I was pretty upset about Polly, what I caught her doing. I’m sorry if I took it out on you.”

“Oh, that’s all right,” Beth mildly replied. “My feelings weren’t hurt.”

Judy seated herself in the easy chair. “It’s so hard, raising a child in this day and age. Especially a little girl.” She sighed. “So many wicked influences, everywhere you look. It’s the biggest trial of being a parent, you see — protecting your young one from corruption.” She gave a weary smile. “I’m luckier than most, I guess. Lord knows Polly makes mistakes, but she’s still a good girl at heart.”

“She’s a great kid, Mrs. Ryan,” Beth nodded. “Of all the children I babysit, she’s my favorite.”

“Well… that’s really sweet of you to say,” Judy replied.

Beth leaned forward. “Say, Mrs. Ryan… I know you have to work late all through the week, so Polly has to be alone for awhile after school–”

Judy’s gaze hardened slightly. “There’s nothing I can do about that. It’s my shift; there’s no way for me to get home any earlier.” She folded her arms, frowning at the teenage girl. “Why do you mention it?”

“Well… since Polly and I get out at the same time, and Green Springs Elementary is only a couple of blocks away from the high school, I thought that I could maybe, y’know, meet her after school and bring her home, maybe even stay with her for a little while.”

Judy’s mouth opened, then closed. Finally, she spoke, narrowing her eyes slightly. “I don’t understand. Are you looking for more babysitting work? Do you need to earn extra cash for something?”

Beth shook her head. “No, no… you don’t have to pay me, Mrs. Ryan.” Careful, now. Don’t make her suspicious. “It’s just that… I pass Polly’s school on my way home, and you live so close by anyhow…” She pointed at her history textbook. “If it’s okay with you, I’d just study in here until you get home. To be honest, your house is way quieter than mine. My brothers…” She rolled her eyes. “They’re always kicking up a huge racket. I’d get a lot more of my schoolwork done here.”

Absently stroking her chin, Judy considered the teen’s proposal, finally nodding. “That does sound good. I’ve never liked Polly having to be at home by herself.” She leaned forward. “You have to let me give you something for your trouble, though. How about ten dollars a week?”

“Well… I could use the money,” Beth admitted, trying to conceal her growing excitement. “Okay, Mrs. Ryan. It’s a deal.”

“So — you’ll be here this Monday, then.”

“Sure,” Beth replied, gathering her things and rising. “I really should get going. It’s past my bedtime.”

“All right,” murmured Judy, reaching for her purse and fishing inside for her wallet. She extracted a few bills, paused, added another, then handed the money to Beth. “Thanks again for staying so late — and for everything else.”

The teen gave Judy a sunny smile. “My pleasure, Mrs. Ryan.” They moved toward the front door. “Oh, and if it’s okay with you, don’t tell Polly yet about me coming home with her. I’d like to surprise her on Monday.” A ripple of sexual heat wafted through Beth as she pictured the child’s ecstatic response to the news.

“I won’t,” Judy nodded as she opened the door. “I’m sure she’ll be happy about it. Polly thinks the world of you.”

“Oh, the feeling’s mutual. Like I said — she’s my favorite. Good night!” With a brief wave, Beth set off for home.

Judy gazed thoughtfully at the lithe, attractive teen as she vanished into the night. Well, well, she reflected, how about that? I found myself someone to look after Polly in the afternoons — and for a heck of a lot less than I’d usually have to pay.

She nodded, pleased with herself. She’s a decent enough girl, I guess… bet she’s not a virgin, though. Young women these days — they just don’t believe in purity anymore.

She wandered back inside, closing the door behind her. Hope she attends a decent church, at least. I’ll have to find some way to bring the subject up.

*****

Beth sauntered down the street toward her home, its porch light visible in the distance. Her eyes were dancing with thrilled delight, a wicked smile on her lips.

My, my, my, she told herself. Isn’t that something? Goody-two-shoes Judy Ryan, paying me ten bucks a week to fuck her little girl.

The End

*****

This story is an adaptation and major expansion of “Comforting Molly,” a very brief vignette by Leslita writer Tom. I loved this story, immediately feeling an urge to play with it. Originally, it was going to be a short piece I expected to have finished in two weeks tops; instead it grew and grew into what you see here. My sincere thanks to Tom — first, for inspiring me to create with his words; second, for generously permitting me to share the result with you.

By JetBoy

Seventeen-year-old Beth Gosford was sprawled out on her bed and idly doodling on a notepad when she received a phone call from Judy Ryan, a thirtyish divorced mother who she did babysitting work for every now and then. Beth was smart, dependable and usually got along well with the kids she looked after, so her sitting services were much in demand.

“Hi, Beth,” came the voice over the line. “Judy Ryan here. I know this is really short notice, but my sister just called — she got a pair of tickets to the Gaither Family Homecoming show. I’ve been dying to go, and the show is tonight. Could you babysit Polly for me…?”

“Sure, Mrs. Ryan. I wasn’t doing anything tonight, anyhow,” Beth replied. “I’d be happy to look after her.”

She meant it, too. Polly was one of her favorite kids to sit for, a bright, adorable girl of eight.

“Oh, thank you so much. I’ll expect you around seven,” Judy said cheerfully before she hung up.

Beth took a quick shower, had dinner with her family, then grabbed her history notes and textbook before walking over to the Ryan house, a few houses up the street.

When Beth rang the bell Mrs. Ryan opened the front door, mouth set in a deep scowl, and led Beth into the kitchen without a word.

As she entered, the teen stopped dead in her tracks. There was little Polly standing with her face in the corner, naked from the waist down. The child was crying and her bottom was bright pink from what was clearly a recently administered spanking.

“Sit down, Beth,” Judy said. “I told Polly that as an added punishment, you’d get to see what a bad little girl she is.”

Beth was aghast. “Wh-what on earth did she do?” she asked.

Judy folded her arms grimly. “I walked into the bathroom half an hour ago and found this little brat with the handle of her toothbrush up inside her bottom, touching herself between the legs. I asked her what on earth she thought she was doing, and do you know what her excuse was? She told me ‘It feels good’.” She shook her head in disbelief. “Well, I threw that toothbrush straight in the trash, put her over my lap and spanked her behind, right there and then.” She glanced over at her shivering daughter. “Now she gets to stand in the corner with no pants on until I say otherwise.”

“B-but, Mrs. Ryan… surely she didn’t do anything that bad,” Beth protested. “She may be pretty young, but it’s perfectly normal for girls to — to experiment with touching themselves. Don’t you think you might be, well, overreacting a little?”

Judy’s eyes narrowed slightly. “It’s a filthy habit,” she declared. “Even if she were older, it’s still self-abuse, it’s wrong… and I won’t tolerate such behavior in my home.” She shook her head. “You just don’t understand the importance of good morals, most girls your age don’t… but mark my words, young lady, you’ll change your tune fast when you have children of your own.” She gazed sternly at the uncomfortable teen, then with a weary sigh, her features softened slightly. Turning to her daughter, she said, “Okay, Polly, that’s enough for now, I suppose. Come on, let’s go upstairs and lay down.”

Judy took little Polly’s arm and escorted the miserable, half-naked little girl up the stairs, leaving Beth fuming in the kitchen.

God, what a bitch! the teen thought, clenching her fists in angry frustration. I knew she was a narrow-minded Bible-beater, but not as bad as that! Jeez, poor Polly…

Just then the doorbell rang. Beth hesitated, then moved to answer it, but Judy hustled downstairs, coat draped over an arm, clutching a purse. “That’s my sister. I’m off… I’ll probably be back late, all right?”

Beth took a deep, calming breath. “Don’t worry, I’ll stay with Polly as long as you need me to.”

“Good,” Judy replied with a tight-lipped smile that made Beth’s anger surge again. “Oh, and no television for her tonight. I let her out of the corner early, but she’s still being punished. Understand?” The teen nodded. “Good. See you later.” With that, she was gone.

The teen huffed angrily as she sourly contemplated the closed door. How could she treat such a sweet little girl like that? God, it’s no wonder Mr. Ryan dumped her for his secretary. Bet she’s a fucking ice cube in bed.

She imagined how ashamed Polly must feel at that moment. Then another thought drifted through Beth’s mind. How flawless, how perfect Polly’s bare bottom had been, even when reddened by her mother’s punishing hand.

Beth had known for at least two years that she preferred girls to boys, and had just recently resolved all the questions she had about her sexuality with her one and only girl/girl experience, stolen during a visit to her Aunt Madge in Tupelo while her parents had gone on a week-long couples retreat. She’d been permitted to go out on her own one night for a hamburger and a movie; instead, Beth had caught a cab and instructed the driver to take her to a lesbian bar, one she’d searched out on Madge’s computer in the middle of the night while her aunt was asleep.

There she had quickly hooked up with a cute baby dyke named Patti, a petite, playful girl with a crewcut who was only a couple of years older than she was. Patti had escorted Beth back to her cramped apartment, where the girls spent two hours indulging in hot, sweaty lovemaking.

Beth was eager to learn, and Patti was all too happy to assume the role of teacher. They began with kissing, progressed to fondling, then advanced to naked exploration in Patti’s bed, culminating in juicy oral sex. Beth was incredibly nervous when she went down on her new friend for the first time, but quickly got into it, deciding that she loved the taste of pussy as she used her mouth and tongue to bring Patti to a shuddering climax.

Once she’d caught her breath, Patti reached into her night table and, with a dramatic flourish, produced a vibrator that she switched on and applied to Beth’s vulva, teasing the girl’s clitoris until she was panting through her third orgasm of the night. Finally, Patti had positioned herself on all fours and had Beth fuck her from behind with the still-sticky toy.

By the time Beth emerged from Patti’s car two blocks away from Aunt Madge’s house, bidding the older girl goodbye with a parting kiss, there were no more doubts in her mind — she was a confirmed lesbian.

Since then, she’d only revealed this secret to her best friend Samantha, simply because she had to tell someone — and Sam was the only person in the whole world Beth could trust with the truth about herself.

But knowing the truth only made Beth’s life more difficult, at least for the time being.

If the word got out about her liking girls, she knew her life would be ruined. It was far too risky to be openly gay in the conservative Mississippi town where she lived. She hadn’t even been able to tell her parents. She planned to come out to them when she started college in the fall, more than a thousand miles from home — and if Mom and Dad couldn’t handle it, that was their damn problem. It wasn’t as if she had any intention of moving back to this hellhole after she graduated, after all.

But Beth had another, more dangerous secret, one she dared not reveal to anyone, even Samantha. Not long after first discovering her attraction to other females, she began to catch herself staring at underage girls, sometimes even children — sensing a strange hunger that had perplexed her at first, until she recognized those feelings as sexual desire.

One night, Beth decided to let her imagination run wild, to give in just once to her deepest, darkest cravings. As she lay naked in bed, Beth caressed her arms and thighs while picturing herself cuddling little girls, kissing their faces, their mouths. She dreamed of slowly undressing a cute prepubescent moppet, baring her childish body until she was nude.

As she pressed a hand tightly between her thighs, fingering herself in a lustful frenzy, the panting teen saw herself licking at the girl’s smooth slit, giving her the precious gift of sexual pleasure. Making her feel wonderful, unimaginable things.

It was a vision that made the seventeen-year-old come like nothing else ever had — and the guilt she felt afterward wasn’t enough to purge her of those forbidden cravings. Eventually Beth learned to accept her lustful feelings for little girls, all the while wishing there was some way to make her fantasy come true, just once.

Even little Polly had sometimes been a participant in Beth’s fantasies. But then again, Polly was an especially beautiful child, with lustrous blond hair, bright blue eyes and a sweet nature that made looking after her a delight.

Now Polly was in bed upstairs, miserable and in need of comfort. Did she put her panties back on? Beth wondered, or is she still half naked? That image was enough to propel her into action, and she quickly mounted the stairs, already formulating a plan.

First, Beth went into the bathroom and rifled through the cabinets until she located a bottle of hand lotion. Then she knelt down by the wastebasket, poking about inside until she found the pink child’s toothbrush. She took it to the sink and carefully cleaned the handle, slipping it into her pocket before she entered the girl’s bedroom.

Polly was lying on her tummy, softly crying into the pillow. And yes, her bottom was still bare. Beth felt a flash of arousal that made her lightheaded.

She sat down on the bed, next to Polly. “Poor baby,” she murmured sorrowfully, “your mom really went to town on you, didn’t she?” Unable to resist, she bent down and gently kissed each reddened cheek of the child’s buttocks.

“I didn’t m-mean to be b-bad,” Polly stammered through her tears.

“Shhhhh, sweetie… don’t cry. I’ll make your bottom feel all better,” Beth soothed.

Polly sighed and quieted herself, sniffling every now and then.

Beth squirted some lotion on her palm, rubbed it briskly into her other hand, then placed them both on the warm, soft globes and moved them about, gently working the soothing cream into Polly’s buttocks.

“Oh, that does feels better,” the little girl sniffled after a few seconds. “Th-thank you, Beth.”

“I’m happy to do it,” the teen cooed, rubbing the child’s bottom more firmly now. “And you’re not bad, Polly… no matter what your mom says. There’s nothing wrong with touching yourself that way.”

“Really? There isn’t?”

Beth smiled. “No, sweetie — it’s just a part of growing up, and learning all about your body. Tell me, have you done that before, with the toothbrush? Or was today the first time?”

“No, not today,” the child mumbled. “Most times, I play with the toothbrush after school, when Mommy’s not home from work yet.” She paused, sniffled. “I use’ta just d-do stuff to my tinkle… but then I found out I liked to play with, um, my bottom, too.”

“I see,” Beth replied, a certain warmth growing beneath her belly. “So you put a finger in your butthole, huh?”

Polly giggled at her babysitter’s crudity. “Yeah! It felt really good. Then… I dunno, I just sort of got the idea to use the long part of my toothbrush.” Her punishment suddenly forgotten, the little girl warmed to her subject. “First I took all my clothes off, then I p-put it in my… my butthole!” She laughed, then drifted into a wistful sigh. “Guess I shouldn’ta done that when Mommy was here, huh?”

Beth paused in her rubbing of Polly’s buttocks. “Listen to me, sweetheart. Your mother was wrong to get angry at you like she did. You were just making yourself feel good, that’s all.”

She felt the child tremble. “B-but Mommy says that God g-gets mad if you touch down there…” Polly whimpered.

Beth seethed inside, striving mightily not to lose her cool. “Don’t listen to her, Polly — not about that. She’s wrong. God wouldn’t have given you a part of your body that feels good if he didn’t want you to use it for that, would he? That would be a totally mean thing for him to do. Like… like giving a kid a big beautiful toy and telling him ‘You can’t play with that toy. All you can do is sit and look at it’.” Bending down, she placed a tiny kiss on Polly’s tear-streaked face. “God’s not mean, though, is he? God wants you to be happy.”

“I… I guess so.”

“It’s true, sweetie. You shouldn’t stop touching your — your pussy. If your mother doesn’t like it, just be careful not to let her catch you.”

God, I can’t believe I’m telling her this, she marveled. But I don’t care — Mrs. Ryan’s being a total cunt. Imagine teaching a little girl to be ashamed of masturbation!

“Is that what you call it?” the girl hesitantly asked, “Your p-pussy?”

“That’s the word big girls use,” Beth murmured. “Don’t ever say it around your mom, though — she’ll get mad.”

“Okay,” Polly replied. “Um, so… do you ever touch your, um, pussy?”

Her lotion-slicked hands gliding all over the little girl’s bare bottom, Beth leaned down until her lips were brushing Polly’s ear. “I sure do, honeybunch,” she whispered. “Pretty much every day. And it’s a lovely, beautiful thing.” Straightening herself, the aroused teen began to massage the child more boldly, her fingers traveling between Polly’s buttocks and inner thighs, almost but not quite touching her intimate places.

Polly sighed blissfully. “Mmmm, that feels really good.” She lay quietly for a moment, then softly said, “Beth?”

“Um-hmm?”

“C-could I maybe… touch my pussy right now? Would that be okay?”

Beth’s lust soared at the thought of this half-naked child masturbating while she watched. “Of course you can, sweetie,” she cooed, trying not to give away how excited she was.

Polly slid a hand under her belly and between her legs, cupping her bare slit… and as Beth stared in happy disbelief, began to fondle herself — tentatively at first. Gasping in surprised pleasure, she breathed, “Oh, golly… it feels even better now!”

Beth was alive with sexual heat, her own sex practically dripping. Polly’s bottom was so warm and soft under her fingers, and all Beth could think about was what else she’d like to do besides just rub it…

Knowing she was crossing a line but unable to restrain herself, Beth reached for the lotion bottle and drizzled some of the creamy liquid on her finger. She used her left hand to gently spread the girl’s buttocks apart. The pink pucker of Polly’s anus came into view and winked hotly at her — almost as if it were blowing a kiss.

“I’ll bet you’re a little sore here too, honey,” she said. “You ought to put lotion on your bottom hole before you stick anything into it. Promise me you’ll do that next time?”

“O-okay,” moaned Polly, her body moving restlessly about on the bed as she rubbed at her slit.

“I saved your toothbrush, Polly,” Beth continued, taking it from her pocket. “I even washed it off for you. Now I’m going to show you the right way to play with it.”

Beth applied the lotion to the little girl’s anus with her fingertip, spreading it all over the puckered opening.

“Oh, Beth… that feels so funny!” Polly squeaked. “But k-kind of nice, too.”

Beth continued to gently massage the child’s rosebud until it was coated with lotion, then took the toothbrush from her pocket and quickly lubricated the handle. Placing the tip against the tiny hole, she slowly pushed her way into the girl’s rectum.

Polly gasped, then whimpered, too dazed with pleasure to speak.

“See, baby — it feels so much better when it’s all nice and slippery, don’t you think?” Beth purred.

“Oh yeahhhh… that feels w-wonderful!” Polly moaned. “It’s like what Mommy does when I get sick, an’ she takes my temper’ture… b-but way better!”

Beth grinned wickedly. So, goody-two-shoes Mrs. Ryan is the one who got her little girl into ass play without even knowing it, huh? The irony of it delighted her. Meanwhile, the sight of Polly responding to her anal probing turned the lesbian teen on something fierce. The child’s rectum had now taken nearly all of the pink toothbrush handle.

Taking a quick glance at Polly’s busy fingers while they rubbed at her slit, Beth was delighted to see they were visibly moist — further proof, if she needed it, that the child was turned on and ready for anything. And Beth knew exactly what pleasure she wanted to share next with her underage friend…

Carefully extracting the toothbrush handle from Polly’s butthole, Beth put it to one side and rolled the excited little girl over onto her back. Polly paused in her self-exploration, unsure of what was going to happen.

Leaning in, Beth gently moved the girl’s hand to one side and examined her bare sex. “Hmmm… you seem to be a little sore here, too, angel,” she crooned, lightly grazing the smooth cleft with a fingertip, making the child shiver.

Heart pounding, Beth bent down to plant a kiss on the little girl’s sex. Startled, Polly gave a nervous giggle, then her voice trailed off into a moan as Beth kissed it again, more firmly this time.

The lust-filled teen had never imagined that she’d ever get the chance to do such a thing to a little girl — but here she was, nuzzling Polly’s pussy, feeling its moisture against her parted lips.

Throwing caution to the winds, she took a lick at the child’s vagina. Then another.

“Oh, wow!” Polly cried, her fingers tangling in the teen’s flowing auburn hair while Beth bathed the quivering eight-year-old’s vulva with her tongue, going down on her like a lover would.

Yeah, she told herself, that’s it… I’m gonna be her lover.

“Beth… omigosh, Beth, that’s so — so…” Polly panted, squeezing the older girl’s face between her thighs.

Beth savored the warm honey of the little girl’s cunt, loving the tart flavor. Sex candy, she thought with a smile.

But Polly’s pleasure was growing too intense for Beth’s comfort. True, she wanted to make her little lover come, if it was possible to — only without frightening her.

Beth raised her head. “I’m going to make you feel really nice, Polly — better then you ever have when you touch yourself. Just don’t be scared, okay? I’d never do anything to hurt you.”

“It’s okay!” blurted the wide-eyed child. “I’m — I’m n-not scared.”

Beth moved once more between Polly’s trembling thighs. Bringing two fingers into play, she sought out the tiny tip of the child’s clitoris, then covered it with her mouth.

There was silence for a brief moment — then a choked cry burst from Polly’s throat as the older girl suckled at her clit. The cry rose to a wail, the wail to a scream.

Now Polly was snatching frantically at the sheets, head thrown back, eyes squeezed tightly shut. Beth couldn’t remember ever having been so excited in her entire life. I’m making her come! she silently shouted. I can’t fucking believe it, I’m making her come!

She took the mewling child to ecstasy’s peak, then drew back, resisting the impulse to bring her off a second time. Instead, Beth soothed the little girl’s sex with tender kisses as Polly drifted down from her climax.

Finally, the girl lay quietly, motionless but for the rise and fall of her chest.

Beth let Polly rest, rising to her feet and tugging the t-shirt she wore over her head and off. Stripping off the rest of her clothes, the now naked teen joined Polly in bed, drawing the flushed moppet into her arms.

“Mmmmm, Beth,” Polly sighed, hugging the older girl tightly. “I love you…”

“I love you too, sweetie,” the babysitter cooed.

Suddenly Polly’s eyes popped open in astonishment. “Beth?” she gasped. “Omigosh — y-you don’t have any clothes on!”

“That’s right,” Beth replied, “I took ’em off. You know why, Pollybelle? ‘Cause I want to be naked with you.”

“Uh… how come?” asked the girl, her brow furrowed slightly.

“How come?” echoed Beth. “Because it feels nice, silly!” She began to move her body against Polly’s, touching as much of the child as she could. “Don’t you like how this feels?” Her thigh was gently pressing into the girl’s warm vulva.

Polly’s expression slowly changed from puzzled to awed. “Mmmmyeah… I see what you mean.”

Beth extended her tongue to lick at the edge of Polly’s ear, then whispered, “Why don’t you take off your top, babe? Then we won’t have any clothes on at all! Won’t that be fun?”

“Okay!” chirped the girl, who sat up and struggled out of her Bugs Bunny t-shirt, then defiantly hurled it across the room. “Oooh, look at me now!” she cried gleefully, spreading her arms wide to present herself. “Yaaaay — I’m naked!”

“Good for you-hoooo!” Beth giggled, applauding. “Now c’mere, cutie” — she gave Polly a sexy come-hither look — “lie back down with me, and we’ll cuddle some more.”

Polly happily nestled into her babysitter’s arms, resting her cheek against the older girl’s bare breast. They lay together quietly for a moment, then the child lifted her head. “Beth?”

“Mmm-hmm?”

“Could I, uhhh… can I do something to make you feel good now? Like you did to me.”

Beth turned her head to gaze at Polly. The child was smiling sweetly, so eager to please. “Sure you can,” the teen replied, “but how ’bout I teach you something first? Something really nice!”

“Okay… what is it?”

Beth nuzzled the little girl’s face. “How to kiss.”

Polly gave a brief snort of laughter. “Duh… I already know how! I kiss Mommy every night when she tucks me in.”

“Not like that, Polly,” Beth retorted. “I mean a real kiss — y’know, like they do in movies, and on TV.”

“But… girls don’t kiss girls like that, do they?” asked Polly, a quizzical look on her face.

“They do if they love each other, babe… and I love you. Let me show you what it’s like.”

She lightly pressed her mouth to Polly’s in a barely-there kiss, then another. She parted her lips slightly, allowing them to linger for a moment, then drew away for a few seconds before kissing the child a third time. Her tongue emerged to flick playfully at Polly’s lower lip, and the startled little girl inhaled sharply.

Beth broke away, giving Polly a soothing smile. “Relax, sweetheart. Just let it happen.”

“Sorry, Beth,” the girl mumbled, giving her babysitter an sheepish smile. “G-guess I’m a little scared.”

Wrapping both arms around the naked child, Beth gave her a hug, patting her bare back. “It’s okay, Polly… I’m kinda nervous too. Know why?” Relaxing her embrace, she gazed at Polly, heart racing as she confessed her deepest desire. “It’s because I want to make love to you.”

The little girl’s eyes widened in astonishment. “Really?”

“Yeah, really!” Beth laughed. “Actually, I’ve been making love to you all along, sweetie. When I touched your butthole, and pushed the toothbrush in for you… and when I, y’know, licked your pussy, that’s what I was doing.”

“Making love…” Polly breathed. “So — that’s why you wanna s-show me how to kiss, huh?”

“Yep. I want us to be girlfriends, Pollybelle. Would you like that?”

Slowly, the child nodded, a dreamy look in her eyes. “Uh-huh… I would, Beth. I — I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

“Well, then, I’ve only got one thing to say…” Beth placed a hand on Polly’s boyish chest and began gently stroking her.

Polly shivered as the teen’s fingertips brushed her nipples. “Wh-what’s that?”

Beth gave her young companion a bad-girl grin. “Less talking… more kissing,” she purred, moving in to claim Polly’s mouth with hers. The child stiffened for an instant, then melted into Beth’s embrace.

When Polly relaxed, her lips parted slightly — and Beth seized the opportunity, circling the opening with the tip of her tongue. This time the little girl responded, whimpering as she gave herself up to this new pleasure, allowing herself to be kissed like a lover.

When Polly’s tongue began to timidly engage with hers, Beth coaxed it forth, encouraging the child. Soon the babysitter and her young charge were sharing passionate kisses, Polly’s arms twined lovingly around Beth’s neck.

After a few minutes Beth gently drew away, giving the little girl an enormous smile. “Jeez, Polly,” she cooed, “you’re really good at this.”

“Am I?” Polly replied happily.

“Oh, yeah… Now I think you’re ready to make love to me for real. Just like I did to you.” Slipping out of their embrace, Beth rolled onto her back, gazing expectantly at the child.

Polly sat up, nibbling her lip as she stared down at the naked teenager. “Uh… can I kiss your b-boobs?”

“You don’t need to ask, babe,” Beth replied. “We’re girlfriends now, remember? So you get to kiss me, touch me — anywhere you want!” Reaching for Polly’s hand, she gently drew the child closer. “Why don’t you lie down next to me, and I’ll help you get started.”

Polly dutifully stretched out beside Beth, who drew the little girl on top of her in a hug, rocking to and fro for a moment before letting her go. “Here, Pollybelle,” Beth murmured, offering her young lover a breast. Polly’s eyes drifted shut as she parted her lips to accept the taut nipple, then began to timidly suck.

Beth allowed her legs to drift apart, and Polly’s thigh slipped between them, the girl pressing into her teen lover as if by reflex. Feeling the warm wetness of Beth’s sex against her skin, a surprised Polly lifted her head.

“Uh… did you just pee?” she asked.

“No, silly,” Beth giggled, pausing to kiss the tip of Polly’s pert nose. “I’m just excited, ’cause you’re sucking my nipple and it feels so good. That’s what happens to women when they make love, y’know — their pussies get wet.”

“Oh, okay. I get a little wet down there when I touch it. But not nearly as much as you!”

Beth laughed. “You will baby, when you’re older.” Taking the child’s hand, pausing to kiss Polly’s fingertips, Beth guided it between her legs, watching her prepubescent lover’s eyes widen as she touched a woman’s sex for the first time.

“Gosh,” Polly whispered in awe, “it feels so, so — hot down there!” She grinned bashfully. “Um. C-can I take a look at your p-pussy?”

“Oh, honey,” Beth replied chidingly. “of course you can. Like I said — we’re lovers, you don’t have to ask those kinds of things!”

Polly blushed. “Well… Mommy says it’s rude to stare, so…”

Beth touched the child’s lips with a fingertip, shushing her. “Forget what she says, Pollybelle. When it’s just you and me together, and we have all our clothes off — we get to make our own rules, okay?”

“Sure,” piped Polly, nodding her head. “That sounds pretty good.”

Grinning, the teen lay back down, parting her thighs. “You can still check out my pussy, if you want. Go ahead — lie down and take a really close look.”

Getting up on all fours, Polly crawled into the space between Beth’s spread legs and lay down, her nose only a few inches from the teen’s vulva. She gazed wide-eyed, enthralled by the sight. Beth had chestnut-hued pubes, neatly trimmed into a thin triangle framing the glistening pink flesh of her vagina. Polly’s nose detected the thick, musky scent and she inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma as she would that of an exotic flower.

“Beth?” whispered the little girl, “I think… I think it’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” She reached out, hesitantly touching the dark curls, then probed within, her fingertips exploring the warm wetness of her older lover.

“Mmmmmmyeah, that’s really good, Polly,” Beth purred, spreading her thighs even wider.

Growing bolder, Polly allowed her fingers to roam, gliding up and down the rosy cleft. The child absently nibbled at her lower lip as she caressed Beth’s cunt, growing more and more excited as the teen began to moan.

“Oh yeah, honeybunch,” Beth panted, encouraging her young lover. “I love that. Uh, Polly… can I ask you to do something else for me? Something that’ll make me feel even better?”

“Sure!” blurted Polly, thrilled to be playing such sexy games with her favorite babysitter.

Raising herself onto both elbows, Beth gazed adoringly at the nude child. “Would you kiss my pussy, Pollybelle — like I did for you? I know it seems kinda gross, but it’s not, really it isn’t.”

Polly peered thoughtfully at the older girl’s glistening sex, then nodded her head. “Okay.”

Every atom of Beth was pulsing in anticipation as she watched Polly slowly draw closer. She felt blond hair tickle her inner thighs, sensed the warmth of the girl’s breath.

Then angel-soft lips were brushing the teen’s slit as little Polly placed a brief, cautious peck there. The child paused, pondered, and moved in to kiss Beth there once more, this time allowing it to linger.

“I love you, Polly,” Beth whispered, clutching her breasts.

Polly didn’t reply, caught up as she was in the rich scent and flavor of pussy. It tasted different, that was for sure — but kind of nice, like some strange, yummy vegetable she’d never had before. She nuzzled the juicy flesh, Beth’s fluids coating her lips.

This is so fucking incredible, Beth marveled, placing a trembling hand on either side of the girl’s head to encourage her — not that she needed any. Polly was now sucking at her older lover’s vagina, practically nursing at it.

An image of the eight-year-old nymph innocently taking nourishment from a woman’s cunt flashed through Beth’s mind. If I was her mother, I could have raised her to do this, she thought. First baby nurses from my breasts, then from my pussy. Wow, what a freaky idea!

She shivered, imagining it: her very own daughter Polly as a toddler, naked and lying on her belly between Mama’s legs, burbling happily at the sight of Beth’s juicy cunt. In her mind she saw herself, gently guiding the baby’s face into the glistening pinkness.

It was at that very instant that Polly’s tongue brushed the tip of the teen’s clitoris, and Beth cried out in mixed surprise and rapture.

Quickly taking a deep breath, she gasped, “Oh yeah, Pollybelle, yeah! K-keep doing that, right there.” With trembling fingers, Beth indicated where she needed to be pleasured most.

Polly was quick to obey, taking the tiny spear of her babysitter’s clit between her lips to suckle. She slurped happily at Beth’s pussy, heart swelling with pride at how grown-up this made her feel. How cool was that? She could do sex stuff now, just like a big girl!

Mouth slack, staring at the ceiling, Beth sensed the onrush of her orgasm, welcomed it.

Beginning as a prickle of warmth in her belly, it quickly mounted into a rush of raw heat that swept heedlessly through Beth’s slender form like wildfire — raging, roaring, out of control. She was trembling violently, making tight fists with both hands, fingernails biting into her palms. “Oh, God!” she gasped. “Oh, Polly… yes! Ooooooohhhhhhh! F-fuck yes, baby — mmmm, suck m-my pussy… ohh! Uhh! OHHHH!” Her shaking hands moved to cup the little girl’s head, cradling Polly’s face to her sex.

As for Polly, she was in love with making love. Everything about this was awesome — the heat and wetness of Beth’s pussy, its rich and mysterious flavor, the older girl’s sobs and cries of pleasure and, best of all, the knowledge that she, eight-year-old Polly, a little kid still in first grade, was the one making her beloved babysitter feel so good.

And now… now we’re girlfriends! Polly reflected, the very idea giving her a delicious shiver.

She suddenly imagined herself and Beth on Valentine’s Day, nestled together on the living room couch, exchanging cards reading I LOVE YOU, making that vow real with a hug and a sexy kiss.

Then she saw herself in church, standing next to Beth before a smiling Reverend Sloane, both girls in white wedding gowns of taffeta and lace, holding hands as the minister joined them in marriage.

Thinking about it made her heart thump wildly. Right then, nothing seemed more magical than the possibility of becoming Beth’s wife, of loving her forever and ever. Though kissing her pussy is pretty great, too, Polly admitted, still nursing at the older girl’s clitoris.

Her romantic reverie was interrupted by Beth’s hand, giving her shoulder a tight squeeze. “Th-that’s enough, babe,” gasped the teen. “I’m kinda s-sensitive down there now.”

Lifting her face from Beth’s sex, Polly raised herself into a kneeling position, giving Beth a quizzical look through her mussed hair. “Umm, did I — did I do okay?”

Beth couldn’t help but emit a joyful laugh at the sight of the prepubescent girl, her lips and chin glistening with wetness, wondering if she’d made a decent job of her first attempt at oral sex.

Polly’s expression went from dazed to hurt in an instant — and Beth hastened to reassure the child, reaching out to take her hand. “You did better than okay, babe. In fact, you were fantastic!” she cooed, tugging gently at Polly’s arm to draw the naked nymph into her embrace.

Polly, all smiles again, snuggled into her babysitter’s arms. “I love you, Beth,” she sighed, gazing at the older girl with adoring eyes. “I really, really, really love you!”

Beth’s heart thumped wildly as the realization struck her: she now had a lesbian lover of her very own, and it was a little girl of eight! She didn’t know whether to feel exuberant or terrified. Right now, I’ll settle for happy, she told herself, hugging Polly’s closer, burying her nose in the child’s sweetly scented hair. “I love you too, angel,” she whispered.

Continue on to Part Two