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Mommy’s Lip Gloss

  • Posted on May 2, 2015 at 4:17 pm

By Kelly Ann

This is my first story and without the encouragement of a close friend it never would have been written. She’s an accomplished writer herself and her friendship and mentoring has meant so very much to me! Thank you so much for being my muse!

It started off innocently enough, except for the fact that I love reading erotica and I’m a chronic masturbator. My life partner Stephanie and I made sure that someone was always home to take care of our 8-year-old daughter Kelly. I worked the morning shift being a floral broker and had to start at 4:00 AM. So Stephanie, who was an IT consultant and often had to work late, would get Kelly up in the morning and fed and dressed and off to school, and then I would be home in the afternoon to greet our little girl and make dinner for all of us. Usually about 2:00 o’clock, I would hear Kelly’s bus rumbling down the street to stop and let the school children out a few houses down from ours. And then my sweet little princess would come bounding through the door to give me a big hug and kiss.

On this particular day I had gotten home and was feeling even more randy than I usually do. As I warmed up the PC I changed my clothes into a light sundress with only panties on underneath. I went to my favorite site, Lesbian Lolita, and found there was a new chapter from my favorite author, Naughty Mommy. As I leaned back and started to read more of the fictional exploits of Suzanne and her three daughters, I could feel that familiar coolness as the air hit my moistened panties, so I slid them off and hiked my sundress up to my waist.

I’m embarrassed to say that during sex and my solo masturbation sessions my vaginal secretions flow like a river! As part of my routine beforehand I grab a towel to sit on so as to not stain the furniture. I usually cum easily as my hand is my most frequent lover. But this day, as exciting as the story unfolded before me was, and as furiously as I was finger-fucking myself, I just could not fall off that familiar blissful precipice of orgasm. I had tried all of my favorite tricks, slipping my hand under the elastic bodice of my sundress and pinching my nipples, alternating hands as my fingers slid easily into my wetness so I could suck on the other hand’s fingers at the same time. I had even taken a wetted finger and tapped at the puckered pink hole that most women think should only be an exit. I was simply a mess, my pussy juice all over my hands and on my lips, in my mouth, on my cheeks, on my breasts and on my anus.

And so there I was in that condition when I heard the familiar singsong of Kelly yelling out “Mo-omm, I’m ho-ome!” Being in my slut mode, I had totally lost track of time and was about to be exposed to my little girl as the filthy slut I like to pretend I am — only this was no pretend, this was an emergency! I quickly pulled my dress down and clicked the tab to show a different page on the monitor, and as I started to try to straighten my hair and act like a normal human being, Princess Kelly came running into the den where we keep the computer!

I turned in my swivel chair, my arms outstretched as usual to pull her against me and hug and kiss her since I hadn’t seen her all day. I held her against me tight as I tried to regain a sense of normalcy, then leaned my face down to hers and lightly kissed her on the lips in our standard greeting. But right away she pushed back against me, still within my arms, her hands on my arms and looked at me curiously.

“Are you okay, Mommy?” she asked with a seriousness that a child can.

It was then that I realized I must look out of this world to her right now with my glazed eyes, my heavy breathing, and the smell that was all over me as if I had bathed in a new fragrance of perfume. I had bathed in it, my own pussy perfume!

“Of course I am, Princess,” I responded, trying to be as casual and convincing as I could. She pulled herself tightly against me again, looked up at me with those big doe eyes of hers and indicated she wanted another kiss. Suddenly the thought struck me! My own daughter was tasting my pussy on her lips! Still not quite exiting my slut mode, I leaned down once more and kissed her, perhaps lingering a bit longer than normal.

This time as she pulled away she was smiling and said, “Mommy, that lip gloss you’re wearing sure tastes different!”

Suddenly my world changed and I knew that somehow my daughter would become my next lover.

The rest of that day went by in a wink. Stephanie came home, I made dinner, we sat down and ate and later that night I made love with Stephanie with a voracious appetite. But all the while I was formulating a plan in my head that soon would be implemented but might take years to fruition.

It was two days later when my plan commenced. I timed the day so that the occurrences of my almost being caught were identical. I had masturbated myself to a sloppy mess once again. My pussy juices were running freely, like a river, with my fingers scooping the sticky liquid out of my pussy and up and into my mouth, over my lips, on my cheeks. I looked at the clock and it was very close to the time that my princess would be home and I’d be greeting her not only as her mom but as her future lover. That thought put me over the edge and I came hard! This day though as I heard the bus and put my panties back on, I was smiling and humming when Kelly came bounding through the door, into the den, hugging me like she had never seen me before.

As anxious as I was to touch her lips with my juicy lips, I tried to keep the routine normal. I held her close to me, and as I felt her head turn up I knew it was time. I closed my eyes and tilted my head and I kissed my daughter with the mouth that had been sucking on fingers that just moments before had been fucking my pussy. I held the kiss for a second longer than usual. Her lips were soft and full against mine. As we broke the embrace this time I was smiling at her, my hands on her shoulders waiting to see her reaction. As she raised her head, her nose scrunched up, her little tongue came out of her mouth, and she licked her lips and looked at me curiously.

“Mommy, you’re wearing that funny tasting lip gloss.”

I laughed out loud. “Well it might be funny tasting to you, but I think it tastes good when I lick my lips.”

I thought I had died and gone to heaven when the next thing out of her mouth was her asking if she could put some on! As much as I would have liked to have showed her right then exactly what the source was, I knew my plan would need to slowly take root, so I simply replied, “Maybe in a few years, honey, this gloss is more for adults.”

Then, just to make sure that her senses would now be fully aware of what pussy juice tastes and smells like, I took my fingers and lightly stroked her cheek, just to the side of her nose, my fingers lingering there.

* * * * *

The days turned into weeks, the weeks turned into months, the seasons came, and all the while I was too! Two or three times a week, I would make sure I was a sponge of pussy juice when my little Princess Kelly came home. She grew from prepubescent to pubescent, and then my dear Stephanie and I sat down to have the talk with her, that awkward talk lesbian mothers must have with their daughters about sex. Stephanie reinforced that whatever sexual orientation Kelly grew up with would be fine with us as long as she was happy. And funny thing, I emphasized the fact that masturbation was not only normal but very, very healthy.

Never having thought of myself as a patient person, my plan that had been years in the making was now finally coming to a fork in the road… and I knew that if the princess turned a certain way my sexual gratification would be complete.

My anticipation rose as Kelly reached her 11th birthday. I waited anxiously for her to enter puberty and discover that a vagina isn’t only for peeing but is the center of a woman’s existence. I watched as her little breasts began a barely perceptible movement outwards, her nipples and areola gradually becoming cone shaped and larger as the fat glands underneath started to develop and mature. Stephanie and I took her shopping for a number of different camisoles to wear, telling her that in becoming a young woman she would need to start covering her breasts and supporting their weight as they grew heavier.

However, growing up in our household where I rarely wear a bra and Stephanie never has around the house, Princess Kelly would have none of that. To my delight, she opted to just keep wearing her colorful tight t-shirts with nothing underneath.

My lovemaking with Stephanie was at an all-time peak not only in frequency but intensity. Unbeknownst to my grownup partner, as I licked and probed her wet pussy with my tongue, I would wonder what the young pink open folds of my daughter would taste like when I would have my first opportunity to lick that young pussy. When Stephanie would bathe her face in my juices and I would be close to an orgasm, I would wonder what it would feel like for my hands to comb through Kelly’s hair the first time she went to the source of the special fragrance of Mommy’s lip gloss.

I had stopped being so embarrassed about the flow of my vaginal secretions and I started to luxuriate in the flow of my discharge. I found that my need for stimulation to get to such a point had become stronger. I was constantly reading the erotic stories at my new favorite site, Juicy Secrets. I also had met a few friends online who shared my interest in young girls and incestuous pedophile behavior, and we often traded pictures back and forth of preteen and young teen girls dressed in provocative, sexy clothing, or in what I particularly liked, lingerie.

One bright spring day as I was waiting for my little girl to arrive home, our usual routine of greeting was interrupted. I was still licking the tips of my fingers and dipping them into the wetness of my pussy only to bring them up and apply my special lip gloss, still waiting for the door to open and my little princess to come running in to get another application of my pussy juice on her lips. I was just pulling up my panties when the front door opened. As expected it was Princess Kelly, except this time she ran in crying.

“Mommy Mommy!” she cried out.

I ran to meet her halfway and getting down on one knee grabbed her arms, looking to see what was broken or bleeding.

“What is it, my darling Kelly, what’s wrong?” I asked, trying to stay calm and reassuring.

“Mommy,” she exclaimed, “something is terribly wrong!”

Still trying to remain poised, I repeated, “Kelly, what is wrong?” My plans for her involuntary afternoon pussy juice tasting had all but disappeared from my mind.

The princess answered, “Mommy something’s coming out of my special place and it’s not pee!”


Relieved to hear that nothing was broken, I lightly admonished her, “Now, Kelly, you’re getting to be a big girl now. We don’t call it our special place, remember, it’s our vagina, or between you and me, our pussy. Now let’s get those shorts off and pull your panties down and we’ll take a look and you tell me what happened.”

I was starting to feel guilty, thinking she must have started her very first period and I hadn’t even given her a pad to keep with her in case it happened when she was out of the house. Then I smiled to myself, thinking of the absurdity of feeling guilty for that but not for the years-long seduction of my little princess.

As Kelly pulled down and stepped out of her yellow shorts, I hooked my thumbs inside the waistband of her white cotton panties (thinking how much I looked forward to doing this but for an entirely different reason) and tugged them down.

“I had to go potty Mommy before I caught the bus and when I pulled my panties down I saw I had something inside them,” she said all in one breath.


As her delicate little panties pooled at her ankles I immediately was relieved to see it wasn’t her first period.

“Oh, honey, it’s okay, it’s nothing to get so excited about. Don’t you remember? Stephanie and I told you this might happen when we sat down for our little chat about such things.”

“W-w-what did you say about this?”

“Remember we said before your first period there might be just a little bit of a discharge that comes out of your pussy to signal that you are getting very close?”

“I, I kind of do, you two told me so much!”

“I know we did,” I said, while thinking this might be a good chance to not only reinforce a few things from our talk but also introduce Princess to a few more wonderful ideas.

“Well,” I started to explain again, “you’re growing into a young woman and so is your body. You can’t see them or really even feel them, but your hormones are racing through your body right now to all of the special places they need to go. This is just a sign that your period will be starting soon. It’s just a little bit of a discharge and nothing to worry about.”

As I was enjoying the sight of a panty-less little girl in front of me, I picked up her undies before she could feel embarrassed and held them so that the gusset was flat in my palm, with the white milky substance that had almost dried openly displayed. Taking my finger and wiping it across the small amount of fluid, I brought it up for both of us to look at.

“Now this is just a little vaginal discharge to signal that your ovaries are maturing. The next step will be when you actually develop an egg in your uterus, and then it will be discharged if it’s not fertilized every month.”

I took my finger that we were both looking at and brought it under my nose and sniffed at it while looking into her eyes.

“This is a way to make sure that you’re good and healthy. It should have an odor, musky and pungent but not a bad odor like smelly fish.”

I could feel my own discharge starting again as I sniffed my finger then brought the hand holding the panties up and sniffed the gusset. I was in heaven! I was sniffing my little Princess Kelly’s pussy juice! Stay under control, I was thinking, you’ve gone much too far just to scare her away now. But I couldn’t help myself, I had to take one more step for my own immediate gratification. I lowered the panties several inches below my nose, stuck out my tongue and tasted her first vaginal discharge.

“Ewwwww, Mommy, what are you doing?” she exclaimed.

“Well, along with odor, it should have a certain taste.”

There really wasn’t a taste to it that I could discern since it was already pretty much dried. But having smelled and then licked my daughter’s dirty panties while she looked on almost gave me an orgasm right then as I knelt before her.

Trying to mold her in my image, I had one more point to make. “Remember, honey, when we talked about masturbation? About rubbing your little pussy and making yourself feel good?”

Turning a shade of red, she shyly whispered, “Yes.”

“Well,” I continued, “some women when they masturbate like to taste their own pussy juice.”

Not giving her a chance to let that bomb soak in, I asked, “Have you tried masturbating yet? Have you rubbed your little pussy to see how good it can make you feel?”

“MOM!”

“It’s okay to talk about, Kelly. Remember we all do it and it’s nothing to be shy about. When I was your age, I had a special little teddy bear that I kept on my bed at all times, and whenever I wanted my pussy to feel good I put it between my legs and I rubbed real hard on it. Little teddy bear was my favorite toy!”

Actually I had no such teddy bear when I was younger. As I do today, I preferred my fingers right from the very beginning of my masturbation sessions. I had only said that knowing Kelly kept a teddy bear on her bed in hopes that if she hadn’t already, she might try sometime to fuck the little teddy bear senseless.

Taking in the sight of the nearly naked and barely pubescent girl standing in front of me, I licked my lips, smiled, and said, “Now you run off and put on some clean undies and play for a bit before dinner.”

As she turned and ran, I couldn’t help but admire her flawless little butt running down the hall. Still holding her panties, I brought them up to my nose one more time and inhaled, then walked over to the door of the den and closed it. I pulled up my skirt, pulled down my panties, sat back down in the chair, and with the princess’s soiled panties held close to my nose, I finger-fucked my pussy to one of the most gratifying orgasms I had ever had.

A while later, making sure I had a fresh pasting of pussy juice on my hands and face and especially on my lips, I straightened myself up a bit and went into the bathroom to get Kelly some panty-liners. Walking out of the bathroom and down the hall, I noticed her bedroom door was closed, which was unusual. Without pausing, I eased opened the door — and there sitting on the bed with her eyes closed, was my little princess, her legs splayed open and still without any panties. Between her slender legs sat her teddy bear. I could see one of his legs under her left knee, while her right leg was wrapped around the big fuzzy bear, and with both of her arms wrapped tightly around him pulling him against her, my little girl was tribbing with Mr. Teddy Bear!

I stood motionless, gazing at one of the most beautiful images I had ever seen. Kelly’s eyes opened suddenly, and the realization that one of her moms was watching hit her like a ton of bricks. She scrambled to get untangled from the lustful plush bear, but was hurrying so much she only seemed to get more tangled up in his furry legs and arms. I couldn’t help but start laughing.

“MOM!” she exclaimed for the second time within thirty minutes, “Why don’t you knock!”

“Well, this being my house I didn’t think I needed to. The question is what are you doing?” I said as I sat on her bed.

It was so cute watching her stutter and stammer and try to find an explanation, when none was actually needed as it was very plain what was going on.

“I, I, I,” was all she could get out at first. “I was just playing with Teddy a little before I was going to get dressed.”

I stroked her hair and pulled her close to me hoping she could smell my fresh aroma. I kissed her cheek and murmured to her, “It’s alright, Princess, I know what you were doing and it’s fine. Now that you’re becoming a young lady, though, I probably should knock on your door so you can have some privacy to masturbate and rub your little pussy.”

I held her close, her bare legs warm against mine. As I held her close and stroked her, I marveled at the perfection of her skin. Her mons was smooth and plump like squeezing two marshmallows together, and at the very top of the slit was a little nub of flesh, excited and swollen by her lover bear.

“Now then, what I came in here to tell you is that I have some panty-liners for you. We talked about this before, you simply attach them to the gusset of your panties and at the end of the day you take them and roll them up in a little bit of toilet paper and throw them away. I also have some pads to give you. You take these and put a few in your drawer in your bathroom, and maybe one or two in the locker at your school so that if your period does start when you’re away from the house, you’re protected. Now I’ll leave, so you and bear can have some privacy. I’ll close the door and try to remember to knock from now on. Any questions, Princess?”

She looked at me with her big blue eyes and with a pleading expression.

“What is it, baby? I can see by your face that you do have a question. You know you can ask me anything you want.”


“Well, Mommy, I do wonder one thing… when I matterbate —”


Chuckling, I corrected, “It’s not matterbate, honey, it’s masturbate. Or if it’s easier for you to remember, just say rubbing your pussy.”


“Okay, Mommy. When I ma, rub my pussy, can I like hurt myself if I rub too hard or too much?”


“Well, I don’t know about hurting it, but if you do it for too long or too much your body will tell you. Your pussy will get irritated, like scratching an itch for too long and then the irritation will outweigh any pleasure you might be feeling.”


Still holding her in my arms, I gazed at my little princess. I looked into her innocent eyes and then I leaned down and kissed her. Actually it wasn’t a kiss, my breath was just kissing her breath, our lips not even touching yet. But I needed more, so I pressed harder, my lips enveloping her lips, my mouth open and hungry. When I released her mouth from mine she was smiling at me. It was a smile I’m not sure I had ever seen on her face before. A smile as if she knew a secret.

A few days passed. From my intimate talk with the princess and keeping her soiled panties close at hand and knowing my plan was coming to a head, I was in a state of constant arousal, having to change my own panties three or four times a day. I had thought of going to party-liners myself! But I enjoyed the feeling too much of reaching my hand under my skirt or into my jeans and rubbing my swollen clit with my sodden panties.

I had not had a chance since our little encounter in Kelly’s bedroom to give her another involuntary pussy tasting experience. But one afternoon while chatting with friends on the Internet and looking at pictures and reading erotic stories and furiously finger-fucking myself to lesbian pedophile fantasies, I had forgotten altogether that it was a teacher-in-service day at her school and she would be coming home at noon.

So it was that Kelly came running into the house only to find one of her mothers leaning back in a chair, sitting on a towel and wearing no panties, her dress hiked high above her waist, her legs splayed wide open, breasts supported only by the elastic bodice of her sundress, fingers buried deep inside her love channel, with her other hand sucking her fingers in and out of her mouth.


“MOM!” I heard what was now becoming a familiar exclamation. There was nothing else for her to say. It was rather obvious that I was in a state of masturbatory bliss.

As I continued to slowly slide two fingers in and out of my pussy while my thumb strummed my clitoris, I dreamily opened my eyes to see my little princess there. Even as I looked at her, another giant wave of orgasm washed over me. My hips bucked, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as I felt my inner being contracting.

All the while my daughter stood and gazed in awe of what it actually looks like when a woman masturbates and pussy fucks herself.

As the orgasmic wave crashed and then started to recede I realized there was no turning back now. There was no reason to hide. So I slowly slid out the two fingers that had been exploring my deepest folds and as I said, “Hello Princess,” I inserted them into my mouth and began to suck them like a sweet popsicle. I slowly withdrew them and licked each fingertip as if not a remnant should be lost.


“I’m sorry, baby, I lost track of the time. I was just enjoying myself so much as I’m sure you could see!”


Wide-eyed she looked at me, and took the first tentative steps towards me.


“Were you making yourself feel good, Mommy?”


“I was, my darling Princess. It felt very, very good! Now come give your Mommy a hug and kiss.”


I was very pleased when without delay she began to walk toward me. It certainly wasn’t the run at me that she usually does for her after school hug and kiss, but nonetheless she didn’t hesitate and all the while she was looking at me, into my eyes, at my mouth, at my smoldering pussy, and at my hands, still shiny with the liquid of my love hole.


As she neared, I stretched out my arms as I normally do and her little steps brought her into my embrace. I hugged her close and told her how much I missed her. It felt so wonderful to bask in the glow of a wonderful orgasm while holding my little darling! I savored the feelings as I squeezed her for a long while. Then a movement disrupted my meditation.

She pushed back and asked sweetly, “No kiss today?”


“Well of course, Princess. In fact I just finished putting some of my special lip gloss on,” I smiled. “Come and taste it, I put it on just for you.”


I leaned my head down as she rose to meet my wet lips. Our mouths joined and instead of the usual after school greeting kiss, our lips pressed together and the kiss was one of passion. I made sure her lips were fully coated with my special pussy juice lip gloss, freshly applied just for her.


When we finally pulled away from the kiss, my arms still holding her tightly, my daughter looked up to me and gave me that smile I had seen only once before. A smile of knowing. My body involuntarily trembled for a second as the unspoken long held secret was shared by our senses.


As we broke our embrace, I was trying to stay calm and act like it was the most natural thing in the world for a girl to catch one of her mothers openly masturbating in her pedophile slut mode.
 “Now you go change out of your school clothes while I finish up here.”


“You mean finish rubbing your pussy, Mommy?”


“Yes Princess,” I replied. “I told you we all do it and I’m certainly one who practices what she preaches.”


As we both laughed and the tension in the room relaxed, she turned and ran from the den. I watched her scamper down the hall and I wondered how soon it would be until she’d come back for another sampling of my pussy juice lip gloss.

I finished a bit of correspondence I had been working on during my masturbation session and transferred a set of photos that another friend had asked for. It was maybe thirty minutes since Princess Kelly left for her bedroom.

Just as I was thinking of taking a shower and then getting dinner together, in she came looking as cute — no, as beautiful — as I had ever seen her. Her long blonde curly hair fell over her shoulders and framed her face which highlighted those electric blue eyes of hers. She was wearing nothing but a pair of yellow cotton panties and one of the camisoles that Stephanie and I had bought for her, white with lace straps and trim. It startled me a bit because lately she had been a little shy to show much of her body, nothing unusual for girls her age.

I suddenly realized I was leering. I looked at her face and realized she had the expression of the cat that ate the canary.


“Okay, Princess, what happened now?”


Smiling broadly, she said, “Nothing, Mommy. I just wanted another kiss.”


I thought that I had died and gone to heaven! My little princess wanted more of Mommy’s special pussy juice lip gloss!


“Well of course, Princess! You know I’ll never turn down that request.”


She rushed the remaining few feet between us and quickly grabbed hold of my arms before I did the same to her. Without the usual hug, she looked me as if she wasn’t sure how I would accept a change in our routine, and then in one motion pressed her lips hard against mine. She didn’t just linger, she really took her time and made sure our lips stayed locked together.


As I was wondering about this odd behavior while savoring once again the rich fullness of her lips, something in my memory stirred. Was it a touch I had felt once? No, more of a taste, a smell.

I leaned back away from her kiss to gain my bearings and try to process what was nagging at my threshold. Just as I was thinking how adorable she was and how my love for her was never stronger, I smiled so wide I thought my face would break.


“I see you’re starting to wear that special lip gloss,” I said as my memory finished putting together the smell and taste of Princess Kelly’s panties and her latest kiss.

She just stood smiling at me, waiting for my reaction.


Of course I didn’t want to disappoint her so I said, “I think I need another taste if that’s okay?”


She giggled and tilted her face up toward me again. My lips met hers and we kissed not as mother and daughter but as lovers sharing something special between us. My tongue came out of my mouth and with it I parted her lips and found her teeth. She responded by opening her mouth wider and accepting my tongue into her mouth. It didn’t take long for her to realize that her tongue should be sword fighting with mine. I released my lips slightly as my tongue retreated from her mouth and with my tongue I licked her lips, tasting an 11-year-old’s pussy juice.

I pulled myself away from her and looked deep into her eyes as I searched for the answer to my next question. “I’d love to see where you got that special lip gloss from, Princess.”


She looked at me coyly, then took my hand and pulled as if to lead me somewhere. I let her. I stood up and she started to take me down the hallway.

The seduced was becoming the seducer. The seducer was becoming the seduced. I was about to leave the realm of pedophilia fantasy and enter the world of pedophile reality. I was about to give the greatest gift a mother could give her daughter, the gift of orgasm. My daughter was about to give me the greatest gift she had ever given, herself. I was about to become a true pedophile — and I couldn’t have been happier.

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 16

  • Posted on May 2, 2015 at 3:20 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Fifteen minutes later they returned, coming through the front door into the other room. I could hear Kate and Molly gushing about how great the Cirque du Soleil show was. Then they all walked through the open adjoining door between our rooms.

“How are you feeling, honey?” asked my mom.

“Okay,” I answered, in a weak voice.

She sat on the bed and placed her hand on my forehead, acting worried. “I don’t think you have a temperature now, at least. How does your throat feel?”

“It’s a little better.”

She told my sisters she had decided I should sleep in the other room with her tonight. “So, you two will share this room, okay?”

Then my mother looked at me and said, “I told the girls as we were driving back that you got pretty hot earlier tonight, and I thought you might have a fever.”

Pretty hot is right, I thought, trying hard not to smile.

My sisters were quite happy to get the hotel room all to themselves like big girls, although they both expressed concern for me. I thanked them and went into the other room with my mother.

After a few minutes, my mom went to check on Molly and Kate. She made sure they had brushed their teeth, then tucked them in, kissed them goodnight, and left the room, turning out the light and closing the adjoining door.

I had already climbed into the second bed in my mother’s room. When she saw that, she smiled and came over to sit beside me. She kissed my lips, whispering, “Baby girl, I want us to sleep together tonight, in the same bed.”

That made me really excited, because we had never done that before, at least not since I was very little. As I started to get up, she said, quietly, “And, sweetie, do me a favor and take off your jammies too, okay?”

Smiling, I quickly pulled them off, then got happily into the other bed, her bed, and watched while my mother took off her clothes, slipped into a sexy nightgown, and washed her face and brushed her teeth.

Before getting into bed with me, she put on a little more of that perfume that I loved so much, then removed her nightgown, turned off the lamp, and slid naked under the sheets with me.

She held me very close to her. We cuddled for a few minutes as she tenderly kissed me. I loved the warm, soft feel of her bare skin on mine, and the scent of her exciting perfume.

Then she propped herself up on an elbow and looked searchingly into my eyes.

After a moment, she whispered, “Julie, darling, I want to make sure you’re all right about the things we did earlier tonight with Kim. And not only tonight, but also with, you know, all the things we did at home that night with Danni and Tracy and Melissa.”

She kissed me on the nose. “I realize that some of this stuff is pretty intense, and it could be too much for a young girl.”

“It’s okay, Mommy.”

She seemed very concerned. “I really want to be certain that it is. Sometimes I just… I get so excited that I start to lose control of myself. Like tonight, I probably let things go a little farther than I normally would. I hope it didn’t upset you or anything. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine, Mom, I love being with you that way. It makes me happy.”

“I’m glad,” said my mother, kissing my cheek. “It makes me happy too. I’ve been worrying about it though. All the way driving to get the girls and then coming back tonight, I kept thinking that maybe we’d gone too far this time and it might have frightened you or something.”

I turned toward her, taking her face in my hands.

“Mom,” I whispered, “I promise, you can never go too far with me. I want it all. I really do. I want everything. So please don’t worry.”

She gazed at me for a moment in the dim light. “Julie, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Mommy.”

She kissed me softly on the mouth, then bent down and gently kissed my nipple. After a few more tender kisses on the lips, we just held each other, cuddling, and soon fell asleep.

* * *

In the middle of the night, I woke up. Someone was behind me in the bed, moving around, panting and gasping. I quickly realized that it was my mom, of course.

I was on my side, facing away from her. I turned my head to ask if she was okay.

“Kiss me, Julie,” she said. “Kiss me!”

I rolled over toward her, put my hand on her cheek and kissed her lips while she masturbated.

My mother shoved her tongue into my mouth and immediately started to come.

It was a long, rolling orgasm for her. We kept kissing and she kept fingering herself, and it seemed like she had several climaxes. I held her, putting my hand on her breast and fondling her erect nipple. That made her even more excited.

After several minutes, she began settling down. I laid beside her and waited to see what she would do next.

What she did next is wipe the sweat from her face. “Wow,” she said. “That was intense.”

I waited some more.

She pushed down the sheets and fanned herself with her hand. She took several deep breaths and finally seemed to be under control again. “I’m sorry, sweetie, that I woke you up.”

“It’s fine,” I giggled, “you can wake me up like that any time you want.”

She giggled with me and we snuggled together.

“What happened,” she began, “was that I had this dream, an erotic, sexy dream. And I woke up and I was really wet, and I started touching myself. God, it was so hot. Whew!”

She was quiet for a minute, and then I asked, “What was the dream about?”

“It was, it was, um,” she stammered, “I, I’m not really sure I should tell you, honey.”

“Oh, come on, Mom, after everything else you’ve let me do with you?”

My mother giggled again and took a deep breath. “Well, okay, I suppose you’re right.”

She turned on her side to face me. “In the dream, I was in bed with you. Except it was not only with you, but also with Kate and Molly. All four of us in one bed. We were all naked, and the three of you, you and your sisters, were kissing me, getting me excited, rubbing your little hands all over my naked body, everywhere.”

“Wow,” I whispered, “but Kate’s only 10, and Molly just barely turned 8.”

“I know, honey, but after all, you’re only 12 years old yourself. And besides, it was just a dream. We can’t control the things we dream, but sometimes we can enjoy them very much. Like I did tonight.”

“So you liked it?” I asked. “In the dream, I mean, when all three of us were kissing you and touching you that way?”

“Yes, I liked it very much. It made me so excited. I can’t remember if I had an orgasm in the dream, but like I said, I was very wet when I woke up, and I was already on the edge of a climax. So I started touching myself, and then you woke up.”

“That’s a pretty hot dream, Mom.” I imagined my two little sisters naked in bed with us, all three of us touching my mother’s body at once, playing with her, kissing her, stimulating her sexually.

“Did you, um,” I began, “did you touch us, too, in your dream?”

“Yes, I did. I did. I touched you everywhere, all three of you. It was so exciting.”

My mother had started rubbing her pussy again. She looked into my eyes. “Will you masturbate with me, honey?”

“Right now?”

“Yes, I want to make myself come once more, and I would love it if I could watch you play with yourself and we could come at the same time.”

I agreed right away and we began. I was totally turned on by the story of her dream, the naughty, forbidden idea of a mother getting excited when her three little daughters — none older than 12! — are in bed with her, caressing her naked body.

Just thinking about that made my pussy very wet, and I was sure it would be easy for me to get close as we laid in bed facing each other and started rubbing ourselves.

My mom had already pushed down the sheets, and there was enough light in the room that we could see each other’s bodies and what we were doing. I watched as she held her breast in her hand and squeezed the nipple with her fingers while her other hand was working between her legs. She looked at my face and at my little breasts, but mostly down at my crotch, where I was rubbing my clit with one hand and the opening of my vagina with the other hand. She sometimes would lean in and kiss me on the lips, but mostly we just played with ourselves and gazed at each other, a sexy 31-year-old mom and her 12-year-old daughter watching and masturbating.

It didn’t take long for either of us to get very close. I could hear the sound of my mother’s fingers moving rapidly and wetly inside her cunt as she fucked herself, and I could tell by her breathing that she was on the verge of an orgasm. That made me want to come too, and I rubbed my clit a little harder and then I was ready.

“Mommy… I… I…” I whispered.

She held a finger to my lips. “Wait, baby.”

Then she asked me to turn onto my back, which I did, and she started to get on top of me. “Open up your legs, honey, open them wide.”

I did that too.

“Now touch yourself again,” she whispered.

My mother laid on me, kissing me, opening her lips and slipping her tongue into my mouth. I felt her breasts pressing against mine, and as we both reached down between our legs to continue masturbating, our hands touched. Our bodies were so close together that each time I moved my hand, or she moved hers, we were actually touching both pussies at once!

I was super excited by this and started rubbing myself harder. I could feel my mom’s pussy against the back of my hand, and I even tried to push up against her a little bit as I was rubbing my clit. Her sex felt hot and wet.

My mother’s hand was moving fast between her legs. She was fucking herself, and each time she moved her fingers in and out, they bumped against my vagina.

I was getting so close.

“Are you going to come?” she asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“Come for Mommy. Rub your little pussy and make yourself come for Mommy!”

And when I heard her say that, I did start to come.

My mother’s orgasm arrived at the same time as mine. She thrust her crotch against mine, and the only thing separating my mom’s pussy from my pussy was our hands. Our fingers entwined as we climaxed together. Our juices flowed and mixed. She put her mouth over mine and kissed me.

When we both finished coming, my mother lifted my hand and hers to our mouths, and we licked our wet fingers as we kissed — and now my mom’s hot pussy was right on top of mine.

We kissed for a long time that way, pressing our naked bodies close together, until finally my mother pulled gently away and whispered that we both needed to get some sleep.

“Okay, Mommy. I love you.”

She smiled and nuzzled her nose against mine. She kissed me once more, and then slid off of me. I turned on my side, and we spooned.

My mother took me in her arms, one hand holding my little breast, the other around my waist. She placed a few more soft kisses on my neck, and then, as I listened, her breathing gradually grew quieter. She was falling asleep.

I wasn’t able to go to sleep right away, though.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the erotic dream she’d had of me and my sisters in bed with her, touching her. Could that ever really happen? Maybe not, but then, it was pretty unlikely that I would have started doing what I was doing. So, why couldn’t they do the same things as me someday? And why couldn’t we do even more than that?

What would it be like, I wondered, if Kate was to join us in the ‘game’ my mother and I played together? I recalled that the first time I’d done it with my mom, about a year and a half earlier, I had been only 10 years old. And Kate was now 10. In fact, she was 10 and a half.

I thought about my sister. Her body was changing. Her boobs were already as big as mine, if not bigger. Did she have any pubic hair yet? Did she sometimes touch herself at night and get wet?

I wasn’t sure, but it made me excited to picture Kate that way. I was kind of thinking that maybe I should masturbate again, but my mother was sleeping so soundly next to me that I didn’t want to wake her up.

Instead, I just laid there in the dark and started replaying in my mind all the things my mom and I had done earlier that night with Kim. I thought about the many times and all the different ways we’d made ourselves and each other come. I tried to count how many total orgasms there were, between us. It was hard to remember all of it in detail, though, because some of it was sort of blurry, and as I mused, I gradually fell asleep.

Continue on to Chapter 17

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 15

  • Posted on May 2, 2015 at 3:15 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Kim looked into my eyes as she gyrated her cunt against my mother’s. She stared at my naked body, and said, “I’m fucking your mother, little girl, I’m fucking your mother!”

“Fuck her hard,” I told her. “Fuck my mommy and make her come!”

My mother cried out. She was climaxing again, her second orgasm in less than a minute.

Kim was coming too. They came at the same time.

I rubbed my pussy and pinched my nipples as I watched, and although I wasn’t close to another climax, I felt a thrill course through my body. How lucky I was, I thought to myself, to be so very close to my mother, and to be allowed to be with her and all these beautiful young women during their steamy sexual encounters.

After such an extremely passionate and energetic fucking session, they both needed a short rest. It wasn’t long, though, probably not more than thirty seconds, before my mom told Kim she was ready for more. She wanted to eat her pussy. She asked Kim to sit on her face.

Kim, who had collapsed next to my mother on the bed, smiled at her and nodded eagerly.

As the naked woman began to move into position, my mom shifted around a bit until she was laying directly between my spread legs with her head pushed up against my crotch.

Kim was getting on top of her, placing herself where my mother could lick her, but in order for her to move in close enough, I had to raise my legs and extend them over Kim’s thighs as she knelt above my mother’s face. This put Kim’s body right up next to mine.

It was awkward at first, but once we got arranged, it was incredibly exciting for me. I was so close to Kim, I could look at her, smell her, I could grab her tits if I felt like it. Plus, my mom’s head was pressing into my vagina!

I looked down and watched as Kim lowered her pussy onto my mom’s mouth. My mother started licking Kim. The girl used her fingers to open her labia, giving my mom full access to her sex. As she felt the warm tongue probing her, I heard Kim moan softly.

Then she said, “Can I kiss your daughter?”

My mom stopped licking long enough to say, “Yes, it’s fine if you kiss her, but that’s all. No touching.” The familiar rule.

Kim had a trick, though. She smiled at me, looked down at my lips, and then we started kissing. Her lips were soft, she smelled sweet, and her tongue eagerly explored my young mouth.

But the best part was that as she was kissing me, while at the same time rocking her pelvis to slide her cunt up and down over my mom’s lips and tongue, Kim slowly leaned into me, allowing her lovely breasts to brush up against mine, so her nipples were kissing my nipples.

We weren’t really touching, technically. Not with our hands, at least. But it was intensely arousing for me to have this girl kissing my mouth and gently rubbing her tits on mine.

My pussy was getting so wet… which, it occurred to me, had to mean I was getting my mother’s hair wet too. That idea was so deliciously naughty I just loved it.

Pinned as I was, though, between my mom’s head and the headboard, I was not in a position where I could reach down and touch myself, even though I was very excited and badly wanted to come.

But then I made a wonderful erotic discovery. In my agitated state of arousal, my body was moving on its own, and I suddenly realized that my clit and my vagina were getting stimulated, almost as if I was touching them with my hand.

What I discovered was that I could masturbate in a different way — by moving my pussy up and down against the top of my mother’s head!

It felt amazing. I pressed myself against my mom as I continued kissing Kim and feeling her tits rubbing on mine. All it took was a little bit of movement, just a steady rhythmic shifting of my groin, but as I kept it up, gradually increasing the pace, I knew I could make myself come that way.

Kim was moving more quickly too, on top of my mother. Her breath was coming fast. She broke off our kiss, pulled back slightly, and said, “Tell me you want me to come in your mommy’s mouth! Say it!”

That made it even better. I loved the way Kim kept involving me directly, even though I wasn’t actually making love with them. Not quite, anyway.

“Come in Mommy’s mouth,” I demanded. “I want you to come on her face! I want to watch you come all over my mommy!”

And she did, shivering and groaning and shuddering. She tried to keep her eyes open as she climaxed, tried to keep looking at me the whole time, but then the intensity was too much and she shut her eyes tightly, her face showing the heat of her passion.

“Come on her face!” I repeated — and suddenly it struck me that not only was this sexy girl coming on my mother’s face, but I was about to come in my mother’s hair, and with that dirty thought, I went over the edge.

What a super awesome thing that was, giving myself an orgasm by rubbing my pussy against my mom’s head. I was still very young, of course, and hadn’t yet discovered all of what life has to offer, but this was definitely a high point for me. A peak experience, a climax, you might say — ha ha ha!

I was coming, and Kim was coming at the same time, and we ended up sort of holding each other up while it happened. I’m not really sure, but I think there may have been some actual touching going on between us, my hands on her tits, or hers on mine, or both. It was all kind of a blur, and my mom’s face was pretty much buried underneath Kim, so she wouldn’t have known about it anyway.

Kim’s climax ended before mine, and when it did, she slid down until she was laying on top of my mother again. I was still coming, and as my mom shifted slightly to the side and lower on the bed, allowing me room to reach my pussy, I put both hands down there and rubbed myself some more to make my orgasm last longer.

After Kim revived, which never seemed to take her very long, she began kissing my mother on the mouth, but she also kept looking up at my wet pussy, staring at me as I caressed myself.

In between kisses, she said, “I really can’t believe I’m actually doing this. It’s just so incredible. I’m having fantastic sex with a totally hot woman, and I’m watching her naked 12-year-old daughter masturbate. Un-freakin’-believable.”

My mom chuckled, “Are you saying you don’t do this sort of thing all the time? Like once a week or something?”

“No,” smiled Kim, as she gave my mother another kiss. “Watching a little seventh grade girl make herself come while her mom eats my pussy — that’s definitely never happened to me before.”

“Well, I’m glad we hooked up. You’re an extremely desirable young woman,” my mom told her, rubbing her bottom. “Julie and I are very lucky we found you.”

Kim shook her head in amazement as she stared at me.

I’d finished my climax, but I kept on sliding my hands up and down between my pussy lips, just because I loved how nice it felt. I made sure to open my legs wide so Kim could see everything.

“Would you like to taste her?” asked my mom.

“What??”

“Would you like to taste Julie?”

“Um, you mean… taste your, your little girl’s pussy?!”

“Julie, honey, would you mind getting your fingers nice and wet and letting Kim have a taste?”

“Okay!” I said.

My hands were already very wet, so I didn’t have to do much. I dipped the tips of my fingers into the opening of my vagina one more time, just to be sure, and then put both hands in front of Kim’s mouth and let her taste me.

In fact, both Kim and my mom tasted me. They kissed each other’s mouths and sucked my fingers and licked my hands and shared the flavor of my pussy between them.

After this went on for a while, with me going back a few times to get my hands nice and wet again, my mom asked me if I would like to taste Kim too.

Of course, I said yes. Not just yes, but yes please!

Kim had another smart idea. She got up on her knees, next to me. I slid onto my back, resting my head on the bed. My mother turned on her side and moved in close to watch what we were doing.

As Kim was getting ready to position her pussy near my mouth, she stopped for a moment and just looked at me, at my nearly flat chest. She said to my mom, “When she’s laying down like that, it looks like she has no boobs at all. Like’s she’s just a little girl.”

My mother smiled. “She is a little girl.”

“I know, but I mean like she’s only 8 or 9 or something.” She gently laid her hand on my chest, between my nipples, and slowly slid it down to my belly, then back up to my chest. “So smooth…”

She looked into my eyes, leaned over and kissed me tenderly on the lips, and said, “You make me so wet.”

Then she did the most amazing thing. She actually straddled my head, kneeling directly over me, placing her beautiful pussy right in front of me. I could hardly believe this was happening. I felt my face burning with excitement and I grabbed her bottom, squeezing it, heedless of the rules.

Kim started to masturbate as I stared at her sex. It was so incredibly hot! This cute girl with a really nice body was rubbing her clit and opening her pussy lips and putting her fingers inside herself, and she was doing it just so I could watch her and taste her!

Within only a minute, or maybe less, Kim was almost ready to come. She was panting and moaning, fucking herself with her fingers, moving them in and out really fast, and looking down at my mouth — which was right under her pussy — and then she said, “Here I come, here I come, oh god I…”

Suddenly something happened I’d never seen before. As the girl climaxed, she actually sprayed on me. A spurt of moisture came shooting out of her pussy and landed on my face. She groaned and kept moving her fingers in and out of her cunt, faster and faster, and then it happened again. Another spurt, another splash on my face. She really was coming on me!!!

My mom was right next to us the whole time, watching closely, and getting very excited. She was masturbating too. When Kim sprayed on me the second time, that made my mother come.

Above me, Kim was shuddering and gasping, two fingers pressed deep inside her dripping pussy. She seemed to be in the middle of a long, rolling orgasm. I had to blink to clear my vision. Some of the spray had landed in my eyes. It was all over my face, but I didn’t mind a bit. I licked my lips, tasting her.

Finally Kim was calm enough that she was able to open her eyes and look down at me. “Oh my god, did I just come on you?” she asked. “On your face?”

I smiled and nodded, caressing her bottom as I licked my lips again. The girl slowly withdrew her fingers from her pussy and raised them to her mouth, tasting herself.

Then my mom, who had just climaxed while watching us, leaned in close and began licking and kissing my lips. That meant her face was also right next to Kim’s crotch, and as we were kissing, my mother would turn every second or third kiss to lick Kim’s cunt, sliding her tongue up and down the girl’s slit, soaking up her juices, and then put her tongue back in my mouth, letting me share the taste.

My mother and I kissed like that for a long time, enjoying the girl’s delicious pussy juice. Kim watched us, and soon she began fingering her clit.

“Kiss your Mommy, little girl,” she moaned as she masturbated, “kiss your Mommy while she’s licking me.”

A minute later Kim was climaxing again. This orgasm was not as intense as the one before, and she didn’t spray me again, but it was really exciting to watch her come while my mom was licking her pussy right in front of my face and kissing me at the same time.

When she finished, Kim slid her body down until she was resting half on top of me, her thigh laying over mine, and kissed my mouth. My mom shifted around on my other side so she was laying the same way, half on top of me, and she was kissing me as well.

Kim put her fingers down between her legs, then brought them up to my mouth, giving me more of her juices to taste. My mother did the same thing, dipping her fingers into her own cunt and bringing them to my mouth. So then I reached down to my pussy, got my fingers wet, and lifted them to my lips.

They were both kissing me, and my mom and Kim were kissing each other too. We all were sharing the taste of pussy, three pussies, kissing each other’s mouths, rubbing our lips and tongues together. It was so unbelievably sexy, almost like I was making love with both of them at the same time.

As we continued kissing and licking, my mother began sliding her cunt up and down along my leg, just above my knee. Soon she was moving faster that way, while kissing Kim and me at the same time, and she was starting to breathe hard, like she was getting close to an orgasm.

Kim realized what my mom was doing, and then she started doing it too!

This was yet another new thing for me. My mother was fucking my thigh, and in fact, I had two woman fucking my legs at once!

They rubbed themselves against me, harder and faster. I could feel their slippery wetness on my skin, and the heat of their pussies. By now, they’d stopped kissing as they each focused on making themselves come from fucking my leg.

My mother started climaxing first, and then Kim, just after her.

Looking straight into my eyes, my mom said, “Julie, honey, I’m coming on y— AHH!!!!”

Kim, with both hands under my thigh, gripping me to give herself even tighter contact, humped my leg faster and faster until she began coming too. She suddenly straightened herself up, shoved her cunt hard against me, and cried out.

I had two naked women on top of my little body, both of them climaxing loudly. I just laid there and watched, amazed — and also very aroused.

My mom finished and fell against me, limp. Kim finished a moment later, and she too fell onto me.

Thoroughly exhausted, they lay panting on top of me.

I held them, gently stroking their backs, feeling their hot sweaty skin, wishing so much that one of them — or both of them — would kiss my nipples and suck on them, then touch my pussy and make me come.

After a while, though, my mom looked at the clock radio by the bed, and said, “Oh, I hate to say this, but it’s time for me to go get the girls.”

So, she and Kim slowly got up and started getting dressed.

I asked my mother, “Is it okay, Mommy, for me to give myself one more orgasm?”

“Yes, my love, of course it’s okay,” she answered.

As they were getting their clothes on, I masturbated, one hand clutching my little tits and the other rubbing my clit. As excited as I was by everything Kim and my mother had done with me that night, it didn’t take long for me to come.

When I finished my orgasm, my mom, now dressed, leaned over the bed, kissed me gently on the lips, and asked if she could have another taste of my pussy.

I smiled and nodded, giving her a kiss.

She reached down between my legs, covered my hand with hers, and pressed my fingers into the opening of my vagina. Feeling my mother’s hand so close to my pussy was almost enough to make me come again.

She raised my hand to her mouth and tasted my juices as she looked into my eyes. My mom is so hot!

She finished licking my fingers, gave me one more kiss, and then said, “Don’t forget, honey, you need to get some clothes on before I come back with your sisters, okay?”

“Okay, Mommy, I will.”

Just before they left, Kim kissed me too, using a lot of tongue. She put her hand on the inside of my naked thigh, gradually sliding it up very high, almost but not quite touching my pussy. I really wanted her to touch me there.

Pulling away, the pretty girl smiled at me, kissed me once on the nose, and then they went out the door, waving goodbye to me.

Sighing, feeling oddly unsatisfied, I turned on my side and just laid there for a moment. I thought to myself, I know I’m only 12, but god it feels like I am so ready to have actual sex with another woman, or a girl. I wonder how long it will be until that happens?

Then I reminded myself that very few kids my age get to do all the things that I had done. And almost none of them, probably, has a mom like I do who is so great about including me in all her exciting sexual activities. I smiled, grateful for what I had.

I checked the clock and decided I had enough time for at least one more orgasm before I had to put some clothes on. Turning onto my stomach, I humped my hand and fantasized that I was rubbing my pussy on my mother’s leg the way she had rubbed hers on mine.

I imagined kissing her lips, putting my tongue in her mouth, holding her breasts in my hands and squeezing her nipples as I moved my cunt against her leg, faster and faster.

Soon, I was coming, one last time. I felt better.

After a few minutes, I got up from the bed, washed my hands and face, put on my pajamas, and straightened up my mom’s bed. Then I went into the adjoining room where I sat on my own bed and started reading a book, waiting for my sisters and my mother to get back.

Continue on to Chapter 16

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 14

  • Posted on May 2, 2015 at 3:14 pm

By Naughty Mommy

A few weeks later, Molly had a birthday. Hers came in October, about a month after mine. She turned 8 years old.

As a family, we’ve never done that much to celebrate Christmas except exchange a few gifts — my mother was and is about as far from religious as it’s possible to be — but she loves making a big deal out of birthdays.

Molly was a kid who loved animals, so for her birthday, my mom took us all on a trip to Sea World. We stayed in nice hotel and ate great food and enjoyed the water rides and the whales and the dolphins and everything else. It was a blast.

While we were at the park and also at the hotel I kept seeing lots of pretty girls and attractive young women. I wanted to tell my mother about them, letting her know the kinds of girls I found especially appealing, as she had asked me to. But Kate and Molly were almost always with us so I never had much of a chance.

On the second day of our visit, though, when my sisters were on a ride together, my mom took me aside for a moment.

“Honey, are you having a good time?”

“Sure, Mom, it’s great.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, that for the last few weeks you and I haven’t been able to, you know, play our little game again. It’s just that we’re in an exceptionally busy period at the firm right now, and I’ve been totally distracted.”

“I know, Mommy. I understand.”

“I know you do, darling.” She squeezed my shoulder and kissed my cheek. “But… I miss it. Do you miss it as much as I do?”

“Yeah, I do, a lot.”

She smiled and put her arm around my waist, pulling me close. “Well, when we get home, I’ll see if I can’t set up a special night for you and me to—”

Just then the girls came off their ride, and we had to end the conversation.

We had two rooms at the hotel, each with two beds. Molly and my mom slept in one room, while Kate and I shared the other. That was frustrating, because it meant I couldn’t even masturbate, as I usually did every night, since I was afraid Kate might hear me. So, I tried to satisfy myself with a few idle fantasies as I was falling asleep, remembering the sexy young girls I’d seen earlier that day, or thinking about the girls I liked at school.

I thought about Madison a lot. I really liked her. But I also thought about girls at school who were younger than Madison, some of them much younger, maybe just in the fourth or fifth grade, around 9 or 10 years old. I’d noticed at Sea World too, especially when we were waiting in line for the water rides, or when we were at the hotel swimming pool, that my gaze often would be drawn to girls who were that age. There was something about their bodies, the way they were just beginning to develop — or not even started yet but were getting close — that really excited me.

I still enjoyed looking at older girls, teenagers, and at sexy grownup women too, but I was surprised by how much the younger ones aroused me. I worried that maybe that meant something was wrong with me, that it was bad for me to have sexual thoughts about girls who were so young. As I laid in the dark picturing little girls like that in my head, I wondered if it was wrong — but I also got very turned on. I imagined being in a place, maybe in a changing room, where I could see them naked.

I fantasized about getting up very close to those little girls, looking at their nude bodies, holding them, feeling their soft, smooth skin, caressing them. When I felt my pussy getting hot and wet then, as it always did, I would allow myself to gently touch it, through my panties, letting myself enjoy the pressure of my fingers. But I managed to restrain myself from doing more than that.

I was resigned to the situation as it was, for the time being. No masturbation and no game-playing. Fortunately I still had all those amazing memories of being with Melissa and Tracy and Danni and so many others, and I was sure there would be many more in the weeks and months (and years?) ahead of us.

* * *

The frustration I was feeling led to one of the more daring things I had tried up to this point.

We were at Sea World, eating lunch in a sandwich shop, when I got the idea. I was looking around at some of the other women and girls who were in there, letting myself fantasize a bit about what it would be like if my mom and I could be alone with one of them. One pretty blonde in particular caught my attention.

She was maybe 14 years old, sitting with a little boy of about 5 or 6, and with a woman who must have been their mom. They were at a table near us, drinking Cokes.

The blonde reminded me of Madison, at school, and also of the cute girl with the ponytail that my mother and I had seen on the escalator that day at the mall. That made me think me of what my mom had said then, that maybe the girl and her mother had later masturbated while they were talking about me. I was getting excited as I remembered that.

And then the pretty blonde girl in the sandwich shop noticed me looking at her. She smiled at me, and it was such a lovely, warm smile that I instantly felt myself getting wet. That’s when I had my idea.

I got up from the table, telling my mom I was going to the restroom.

“Are you all right?” she asked. I’d stood up rather suddenly, and she might have been concerned that I was feeling sick or something.

I grinned at her, “Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll be right back.”

Then I hurried to the ladies room, went into a stall, and took off my panties. I was wearing a short jeans skirt and flat sandals that day, along with a pink Sea World tank top, and no bra.

I touched my pussy. It was definitely wet. I tasted myself, and I was briefly tempted to masturbate, but I was so eager to go ahead with my plan that I decided not to.

I balled up the panties in my hand and left the stall. There was no one else in the restroom. I looked at myself in the mirror for a second, noticing that my erect nipples were clearly protruding through the thin tank top. I liked that.

Returning to my seat at the table, I leaned down to my mother’s purse, which was on the floor by her feet, and slipped the panties inside. My mother saw what I was doing, and she also saw what I did next.

My chair was next to my mom’s. Molly and Kate were sitting beside each other on a bench on the opposite side of the table from us. I glanced quickly around the shop to make sure no one else would see, and then I turned toward my mother and casually opened my legs, letting her look down at my exposed pussy.

A smile spread across my mother’s face. I scooted my chair up to the table, closing my legs, and picked up my sandwich to finish eating. My mom took my hand in hers and squeezed it.

As the day went on, I looked for more opportunities to display myself to her that way, which my mom really seemed to enjoy. I was able to do it only a few times, but it gave me a thrill to know I was doing something so naughty. It was exciting to walk around the park, with people everywhere around us, and me in a short skirt with no undies!

Still, although this was an arousing diversion, it wasn’t nearly as satisfying as when my mom and I played our ‘game’ at home. Oh well, that would just have to wait, I guessed.

* * *

But then, late in the afternoon while we were waiting for a dolphin show to start, my mom got up and left me and my sisters sitting in the stands for a few minutes. When she came back, her face was glowing with excitement. She sat next to me, took my hand and squeezed it tightly, whispering one word in my ear, “Tonight!”

I wasn’t sure what she meant by that, though of course I hoped it would be something sexy and exciting. Just then the show started, so I couldn’t ask for any details.

Forty-five minutes later, when it was over and people were exiting the stands, my mother said she had one more special treat for Molly’s birthday. She told us she’d purchased tickets for the Cirque du Soleil show being presented at a nearby arena. It was a very popular event, but she had managed to find two good seats together.

“Only two seats, Mommy?” asked Kate, apparently wondering which of us would be left behind.

“Yes, honey, two seats — one for Molly, the birthday girl, and one for you.”

“But, what about you and Julie?”

“Well, I could only get two tickets, and anyway, Julie told me she’s got a little bit of a sore throat, so it might be best if she stays in tonight and rests.”

I didn’t really have a sore throat, but I guessed this was my mom’s way of getting the two of us some special time together. I tried to hide my anticipation and look like maybe I wasn’t feeling very well.

“So, here’s what we’ll do,” continued my mother. “I have another little surprise for all four of us right now, and then after that we’ll go back to the hotel. We can order a nice dinner from room service, then I’ll take you two girls to the Cirque du Soleil, drop you off, and pick you up later after it’s over, okay?”

“Okay!” Kate and Molly nodded eagerly, obviously excited by the prospect of going to see a big show all by themselves.

The additional surprise my mom had planned for us was a backstage guided tour of the dolphin attraction, led by one of the trainers, a very cute girl in her early twenties named Kim.

Kim showed us around the dolphin tanks, explained how they train them, and let each of us feed a fish to one of the dolphins. She even gave Molly the chance to guide a dolphin through some tricks.

At one point, my mom took me by the hand, stepped away from the others, and whispered as we looked at Kim, “That girl, baby, tonight, with you and me.”

Now I was really excited. Kim was adorable, with a very pretty face, light brown hair, a nice tan, and a trim, athletic body. I could hardly wait!

Again, of course, I tried to hide how I was actually feeling. I enjoyed the guided tour, but didn’t say much. When it ended, Kim wished Molly a very happy birthday, then turned to me and told me she hoped I would be feeling better soon. I thanked her, and as we were leaving, she gave me the cutest wink, like we had a special secret together. And we did!

Back at the hotel, we had our room service dinner. I tried not to eat too fast, even though I was hungry and the food was really good, because I wanted to seem like I wasn’t feeling that well. Then it was time for my mother to take Molly and Kate to the Cirque du Soleil.

“I’ll be back in about a half hour, sweetie. You just rest, okay?” My mom smiled and blew me a kiss as she went out the door.

I wasn’t tired at all, didn’t need to rest, and I was very excited. I paced around the room, wondering what it would be like to see Kim naked, wondering what my mother would do with her — and what she might let me do with her.

I didn’t want to expect too much, of course, because up until now, mostly my mom had just had me watch and masturbate while she had sex with the women and girls she brought home. But the last time, with Danni and Tracy and Melissa, there had been a little more for me to do, actually a lot more! So I wondered this time what I might be allowed to do with Kim.

The door opened and they came in. Kim had changed into a denim mini-skirt and a midriff-baring top. She looked amazing. My mom was wearing very short satin shorts and a loose tank top over a pink bikini. She looked amazing too.

We sat down on my mother’s bed. My mom looked at her watch and said that, unfortunately, we didn’t have very much time. In less than two hours, she would have to go and pick up my sisters.

“So, since we don’t have very long together, why don’t we get started?” suggested my mom.

“Okay,” nodded Kim, with a big smile.

My mother leaned toward Kim and began kissing her. Soon they were touching, my mom reaching under Kim’s top, feeling her smooth, tanned skin. Kim had her hands on my mother’s long legs, stroking her thighs, gradually moving closer to her crotch.

I scooted to the head of the bed and propped up some pillows to watch. They seemed to really enjoy kissing a lot, both women becoming excited, breathing hard and moaning as their tongues explored each other’s mouths.

Then their shirts were coming off. Kim wore a transparent lacy blue bra that clearly revealed her nipples. After taking off her own bikini top, my mother reached behind Kim’s back, unhooked and removed her bra, then bent down to lick and kiss the brunette’s erect nipples.

I was getting excited too, and I started rubbing my own nipples through my t-shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra, since my breasts were still so tiny. My nipples were hard, and it felt nice as I squeezed them and pinched them.

Kim pushed my mother back on the bed, laid on top of her and kissed her again for a few moments, then moved down slightly so she could lick and suck my mom’s nipples.

I reached under my shirt to fondle my nipples directly. Kim looked up at me, smiling, and asked, “Honey, will you take off your top for me, so I can see your chest?”

Kim was holding my mom’s breasts, one in each hand, and licking the stiff wet nipples as she looked at me. It was really exciting.

I answered, “Well, um, okay, except I don’t have much to see yet.”

“That’s all right, darling,” said Kim, “it’s just what I like. I love little girls.”

I looked at my mom and she winked at me.

Now I was beginning to understand a big part of the reason my mother chose Kim. Not only would she not get freaked out by the idea of having a 12-year-old girl watch her having sex, she would actually enjoy that! And I also started to think that maybe Kim’s interest was not only in my mom, as hot and sexy as she was, but maybe also in me. That thought made me wet.

So, I pulled my t-shirt over my head and let Kim get a good look at my nearly flat chest. My tits were still just tiny bumps, but my nipples were hard and pink.

“Mmm, god, you’re hot,” breathed Kim as she resumed sucking my mother’s breasts.

A few minutes later, Kim was sliding slowly down my mom’s body, licking and kissing her. She tugged at my mother’s shorts, pulling them and the pink bikini bottoms off at the same time. Then she spread my mom’s legs apart and started kissing her labia.

My mother sighed and turned her head toward me. As she felt Kim’s tongue and fingers penetrating her, she moaned, “Oh, it feels so good,” and she reached out and caressed my leg.

I was wearing white shorts and white cotton panties. I knew my panties were already wet.

Kim looked up at me again. “Can you take off your shorts for me, Julie? I want to see what a naked 12-year-old girl looks like.”

“Okay.” I slipped off my shorts, and my panties too.

On impulse, I got up on my knees and put my hands between my legs. I used my fingers to spread my pussy lips apart, letting Kim, and my mom, see my wet sex.

Kim stopped licking my mother’s vulva for a moment. She studied my naked body: my small breasts, slender waist, sparse amount of light brown pubic hair, my slim thighs, and my open pussy. “My god, you are so fucking hot,” she said.

I smiled, blushing a bit, but very proud.

“Yes, she’s an amazing little girl. I love her so much,” said my mom.

I leaned down and kissed my mother on the mouth.

“Mmm…” Kim watched us kiss, then reached one hand down between her legs under her short skirt to caress herself, before she resumed licking my mom’s cunt.

After we ended our kiss, my mother did something surprising.

“Sit down, honey, and spread your legs out,” she said.

I did so, putting my back against the headboard. My mom shifted her position on the bed so she was laying between my outstretched legs, her head resting on my thigh. Her face was right next to my pussy.

Kim followed my mother, crawling to the middle of the bed, meanwhile unzipping her skirt and slipping it off, along with her sheer blue panties.

We were all naked now.

Before she resumed her cunnilingus, Kim put a hand on my leg, sliding it slowly up from ankle to knee. “Your little legs are so pretty, Julie.”

“Thank you,” I grinned.

The girl settled down to lick my mother’s pussy some more — she obviously loved doing it — and also slid a finger inside, which made my mother groan with pleasure.

Then, in a husky voice, my mom said, “Julie, I want you to masturbate while you’re watching us. Make yourself come, and then let me taste you.”

I saw Kim’s eyes grow wide when she heard that.

“Okay,” I said, and I started rubbing myself. I was already very excited and I didn’t think it would take long for me to have an orgasm.

Kim’s eyes kept going back and forth from my mom’s cunt, which she was licking and fingering, to me. She watched as I fondled my breasts with one hand and rubbed my clit with the other. She especially seemed to like it when I would spread my pussy lips apart and dip my fingers into the opening of my vagina, bringing out lubricating moisture which I applied to my clit.

Even as she kept eating my mother’s pussy, Kim’s hand was moving fast between her own legs. I couldn’t tell for sure, but I think she was fucking herself.

I looked down at my mom. She had her head turned toward my crotch, and she was watching me. I saw her lick her lips, and I heard her whisper, “Come for Mommy, baby.”

That was all I needed. I started to climax.

As I was holding one hand over my hot throbbing pussy while squeezing one of my little breasts with the other hand, I could hear my mom getting close to a climax too. I could always tell, by the way she would start to pant and moan in a kind of rhythm. It was like her signature or something. I’d seen her have so many orgasms by this time, and heard how they sounded, that I was intimately aware of her style.

I was still coming myself, but somehow I also managed to keep part of my mind focused on my mom. I knew she had asked me to let her taste my pussy after I masturbated, so the second that I was able to regain control of myself, I opened my eyes and looked down at her face.

She had her head turned and was staring at my crotch. She could see my hand pressing hard against my sex, and I’m sure she could see the sticky wetness of my fluids spreading between my fingers. Her mouth was open and she was licking her lips as though she couldn’t wait to taste me.

As my final spasm ended, I took a deep breath, cupped my fingers to gather up as much of my liquids as I could, and then moved my hand about three inches from my pussy to my mother’s mouth.

She seized my hand and greedily sucked and licked my fingers.

I looked down at Kim. She had her mouth fastened over my mom’s cunt, thrusting her tongue inside her, but her eyes were watching us, watching a little 12-year-old girl who was giving her mother a taste of her pussy juice.

“Julie — Julie! Kiss me, honey! Kiss me!”

It was my mom. She was right on the verge of a climax, and she wanted me to kiss her mouth. I bent down and brought my lips to hers. We kissed deeply, our tongues playing with each other. And just as she started to come, my mother grabbed both of my hands in hers and clasped them over her beautiful breasts.

“Touch me, baby! Touch Mommy’s tits!” she demanded, between kisses.

I clutched her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, while kissing her wetly — and then she was coming.

She almost screamed in my mouth, her orgasm was so powerful. Her hands holding mine over her breasts were gripping them so tightly that it hurt me, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was for my mother to have all the sexual pleasure she could possibly have.

Then I heard Kim crying out too. She was still fucking her pussy with her fingers, and now she was bringing herself to a climax.

When my mother finally let go of my hands, her arms dropped limply to her side. I gave her breasts one last loving caress, and then I impulsively put my fingers back between my legs to find more pussy juice, smearing it over my mom’s lips before I kissed her again. I went back to get even more wetness from my vagina, rubbing it all around on her face this time. I wanted to coat her with the evidence of my sexual arousal, showing her how excited she could make me. My mother’s eyes were still closed and she was panting, but she licked her lips as I kissed her, tasting me.

Although Kim’s orgasm was a strong one, it ended quickly and immediately she seemed to need more. She pulled her fingers from her cunt, sucked them briefly, then clambered up higher on the bed and mounted my mother.

The brunette lifted up one of my mom’s long legs, and placed her pussy directly over my mother’s. She started moving against her, urgently, frantically, fucking her hard and fast.

My mom, who had barely completed one climax, was now being brought rapidly toward another, with almost no time to recover or rest. She was sweating, gasping for breath, her face glistening with my fluids.

It was a lot for one woman to take, but I knew my mother. I knew how much she craved having sex with hot young women like Kim. She’d said earlier that we didn’t have much time, and I knew she would want to fit as many orgasms for all of us into that time as we could. She was holding up her leg with one hand, high in the air, pulling it back toward herself to give Kim complete access to her cunt, and with the other hand she was squeezing Kim’s thigh.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Make me come!” she hissed.

Kim looked up at me, looked into my eyes as she gyrated her cunt against my mother’s. She stared at me, staring at my naked body, and said to me, “I’m fucking your mother, little girl, I’m fucking your mother.”

“Fuck her hard,” I told her. “Fuck my mommy and make her come!”

Continue on to Chapter 15

Little, Chapter 3

  • Posted on May 2, 2015 at 11:57 am

By Cheryl Taggert

After we finished swimming, which took less time than we’d both planned, we quickly got dressed and left the Y. Anne drove, of course, so we got into her car for the ride to her house. She was still beside herself with wonder at what had happened.

“It’s just so weird, Cheryl. I mean, you’re nine again. How do you think that happened?

“I don’t know. But I’m not looking a gift-horse in the mouth. I plan to have fun while this lasts.”

“So you wished on a star to be nine again, and you woke up and you were? I bet that freaked you out!”

“You don’t know how much. It’s just a good thing Becky brought over a bag of clothes or I would have had to walk around naked until I grew up again.”

“You’d have thought of something,” Anne said, laughing. “You could have called me and told me to come over with some of Becky’s clothes.”

“And when I explained why on the phone, you’d have thought I’d lost my mind.”

“Whatever. Anyway, now I have TWO little ones to enjoy! This is gonna be great for me, too!”

“How are we going to do this? You gonna tell Becky who I really am?”

“Eventually, but maybe not right away. We’ll play it by ear. I’ll tell her I met you at the Y and we ended up having some sexy fun. That’s 100% true, so it won’t even really be a lie.”

We arrived at Anne’s house. It was a Saturday, and her parents were home. Anne had thought they’d be out shopping for the new car they planned to buy. I didn’t want to encounter them, especially since Anne was bringing a strange nine-year-old home to meet her little sister. It just all seemed too odd. I looked at Anne, “Why don’t you go get Becky, and tell your parents you’re going to spend the day at my place — and maybe even the night. I’ll just slip down in the backseat and hide until you come back out.”

“I suppose you’re right. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

I crept over to the backseat and hunched down, hoping nobody would see me. After about five minutes, the front passenger side door opened, and someone got in. I figured it was Becky. Her head suddenly appeared over the back of her seat.

“Hi. I’m Becky,” she said, smiling. I could tell the way we were fooling her parents made her happy.

“Hi. I’m–Carol.” I decided at the last second to change my name. We could fill her in on the ride to my place and I could be Cheryl again. After all, it would look odd for me to have a key to a twenty-one-year-old’s apartment, so we’d have to tell her before getting there.

“Hi, Cheryl.”

“No, Carol,” I said, figuring she’d misheard me.

“No, CHERYL,” she said emphatically, grinning from ear to ear.

It dawned on me. She knew. Anne must have explained it to her after realizing what I did, that we couldn’t very well go to my place if she didn’t know the full story.

“I guess Anne told you.”

“Uh-huh. And she told me other stuff too!” Her grin got bigger, if that were possible. Then she was climbing over the seat to join me in the back. I was in a slight panic that her parents would see her doing that or come out to say good-bye to her or something. She must have read my mind. “Don’t worry. They won’t come out. They’re sunbathing out by the pool.”

“They could still come out,” I said.

She giggled. “No they won’t. They’re naked!”

This was also a surprise. Anne and Becky’s parents sunbathed in their back yard in the nude? I’d known they were fairly liberal, but not that much.

“Oh, okay,” I said. “But couldn’t they put on robes?”

“Stop worrying about it. They’re not going to do that,” she said. “You’re wearing my clothes!”

“Yeah, good thing you left them at my house last night. Otherwise, I’d have been stuck with nothing to wear.”

Suddenly, she reached over toward me. I wasn’t sure what she was going to do at first. Then her hand dove down to my pussy and grabbed it. I gasped at the sudden contact.

“Anne said you wanted to play. You do, don’t you?”

I nodded. The cute, shy girl I knew had turned into a little vixen. She was rubbing my pussy expertly. Not too hard and not too soft. A sudden image of Goldilocks filled my mind.

She then began to pull my shorts and panties–well her shorts and panties–down, exposing my bare pussy. Before I knew it, she was going down on me. Right in the back seat of her sister’s car. The little nine-year-old was licking my pussy. But then I was also a little nine-year-old. It was wild.

When the driver’s side door opened, I almost screamed, thinking we’d been caught, but it was only Anne.

“So you two have already started, huh?”

“Yep,” said Becky, stopping her licking of my bald pussy long enough to answer, then diving right back in again.

The car backed out and I saw Anne looking over the back of the seat.

“That’s really cool, Becky! I’ve never seen you licking another little girl’s pussy before.”

She laughed, her tongue still buried in my slit.

“But you need to cool it. You can’t very well make her go inside her apartment naked from the waist down.”

“I will if she will,” said Becky. My God, this WAS a wild girl!

“Someone might see and have us all arrested. I doubt the police would believe my story, and frankly I’m not sure I’d want them to since I’m having sex with a nine-year-old girl.”

“Okay, but when we get there, no clothes, okay? I wanna be like Mom and Dad and go naked if I want to. And I want to.”

“Okay,” said Anne. “Anyway, you’re driving me crazy back there because I can’t drive and watch you two at the same time.”

Becky giggled and let me put my, or her, shorts back on. I left the panties off. We sat there, now buckled in beside each other, and she reached down and began to play with herself through her shorts. She managed to pull the leg open enough for me to see that she was also without panties.

“Anne, are you wearing any panties?” I asked, curious.

“Nope.”

“Then I guess that makes three of us.”

Becky giggled again. I watched her as she played with her pussy, and I decided I could join her for this. My hand sought my newly acquired little-girl pussy and I started rubbing myself as she watched me and diddled her own mound.

Soon, our breathing told Anne we weren’t exactly sitting back there looking at the neighborhoods we drove through. “Girls, stop it before I have to pull this car over and spank you both!”

“Is that a promise,” Becky said. Anne just eyed her in the rearview mirror. I decided she was mostly jealous because we were having all the fun and she had to drive. Her only chance was to get us to my apartment as soon as she could.

She continued driving, and we continued masturbating. I was enthralled. The little Becky I had desired so much was sitting beside me, playing boldly with her pussy right in front of me. This was going to be fun.

When we arrived at my place, we stopped touching ourselves long enough to get inside. Anne had brought a suitcase packed with clothes for all of us. They were going to spend the night. My level of desire tripled when I found this out.

As I opened the door to my apartment, I turned in time to see Becky pushing her shorts down below her knees before entering. If anyone had been out there, they could have seen the wild display of pre-teen sexuality. I think my mouth dropped open at the sight of Becky standing outside my door with her pants down and her pussy and butt in plain view.

They both completed stripping out of their clothes as soon as the door shut. I locked it, just to be safe, and stripped in five seconds flat. Now we were all naked.

I went up to Becky first, knowing I wanted to sixty-nine with her before doing anything else. I think we both were near the point of coming. Anne accepted this, as I knew she would, and sat back in the padded chair I had in my bedroom to watch us, her hand moving down her belly to her treasure, as Becky and I crawled up on my bed. We began by kissing. Anne had taught her well. Her tongue massaged the insides of my mouth, my lips, and my tongue. Her lips were soft and moist, and our kisses were sheer heaven. I wanted that soft mouth on my pussy. I moved down her body, kissing along the way, and finally arrived at her pussy. Swinging my leg over her chest and head, I lowered my own twat to her waiting mouth as I placed my lips to hers, where I tasted my first little girl’s pussy.

It was divine, earth-shattering, mind-numbing, and totally awesome. She tasted like the sweetest, cleanest pussy I’d ever hoped to lick. There was a freshness to the taste. I was in heaven.

Anne, meanwhile, was rubbing her own pussy to her first orgasm of the threesome. I would peek over at her and see her hand moving across her clit and two or three fingers of the other hand plunging in and out of her vagina. Even when I wasn’t looking at her, I could hear the sound of her hand and fingers sloshing in the wetness there, which, based on the sounds, was a tidal wave of pussy juice.

Soon, I could hear Becky beginning the climb to her orgasm, which was a good thing because I was well on the way to mine. I redoubled my efforts to bring her off. I wanted all three of us to come together, and if I didn’t get Becky there soon, it wasn’t going to happen. Just as I heard Anne’s groans indicating she was starting to come, my own orgasm hit. That must have tilted Becky over the edge to her own orgasm because we were all squealing and moaning out our climaxes.

Becky and I moved to where we could lie together. Because we had nine-year-old pussies, we were satisfied for the time being. Anne, on the other hand, was just getting started. She moved over onto the bed and made as if to put her pussy to my face, but I stopped her.

“No, let Becky. I want to see you two together,” I said, weakly. It had fascinated me from the moment I realized they had sex together, and I wanted to see the two sisters engaged in pedophilic incest. Anne was eighteen and her little sister, nine. I suddenly wondered how long this had been going on.

Anne moved to Becky, straddled her head, and lowered her pussy to her baby sister’s mouth. She immediately began gyrating her hips and pressing her pussy to Becky’s lips. Becky was used to this. She had her tongue popping out of her mouth to massage her big sister’s clit and inner labia. And as she did this, her fingers wandered to her sister’s asshole and massaged it for a minute before plunging two fingers inside her butt.

Anne went wild. She was thrashing around and I feared she might topple over on top of Becky or me as I lay there watching this little show. Anne came again, obviously stronger than her last come, and she screamed so loud I thought the neighbors might complain.

Finally, she collapsed on the bed beside us, and we all embraced each other.

“How long has this been going on?” I asked Anne.

“Sex? Oh, for a long time–since the beginning of time,” she answered with a grin.

“Very funny. You know what I mean. How long have you and Becky been fooling around?”

They looked at each other for a moment. Then Anne said, “Since she was three.”

I would have fallen over had I been standing. “Three? That means you were–”

“Twelve.”

“Wow. How did it start?”

“She came on to me,” said Anne, giggling unashamedly at her joke.

“Aaannnne!”

“Okay. I’ll tell you. I have to be honest. I’d thought about it since she was born, practically. The first time I changed her diaper when I was nine, I was fascinated with her tiny pussy. Mom would let me change her anytime I wanted to, of course. I would take off the diaper and have fun cleaning her up and putting the ointment on her little pussy and butt to keep her from getting a rash. I tell you, she never had a rash as long as I was in charge of changing her. So, when she turned three, I was also giving her her bath. I would clean her up very well, and one day I discovered–well, okay, I didn’t exactly discover it because I was trying to see if I could bathe her and get her pussy turned on–but I bathed her pussy so long she began to squirm around. I asked her what was wrong and she said it ‘felt funny’ down there. I acted like this was really special, and it was, but I acted like ‘hooray for you; you made it!’ and she wanted to know why I was so happy, so I told her that it was a wonderful feeling girls can get down there and I had been hoping she would get that feeling. So I took her to my bed and lay her down there and immediately went down on her. She loved it! I got her to promise to never ever tell anyone else, or we wouldn’t be able to do it anymore. I was real worried she might tell Mom and Dad, but she never did.”

I looked at Becky. “Do you remember that?”

“Nope. All I know is we’ve been doing sex things for as long as I can remember. It’s always been like this.”

“Did you ever want to do things with me when I was big?”

“Oh, yeah! In fact, Anne had to stop me from coming on to you.”

“Why’d you do that?” I asked Anne. “I’ve been wanting Becky since I met her a year ago!”

“Sorry! But I didn’t know how you’d take it. For all I knew you’d call the cops or something because nine-year-old girls don’t go around coming on to adult women unless they know a lot more about that stuff than most girls their age.”

I understood what she meant, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t wishing we had somehow gotten together earlier. I looked at Anne. “Did YOU ever want to do anything with me when I was an adult?”

“God yes! Since I first laid eyes on you! Remember that time we showered at the college gym together?” I nodded. I remembered it well. In fact it had fed many fantasies when I masturbated for months after that. “I practically came just looking at you.”

“We should have spoken up sooner,” I said. “I jilled off thinking of that for months.”

“Well, we can’t really make up for lost time, but we can certainly enjoy what we have now,” she said.

I looked over at Becky, who was just staring at us. “What is it?” I asked.

“I’m just thinking. If I ever want to go to bed with someone, I’m going to make sure they know from now on.”

“Nuh-uh, little sister!” said Anne. “That’s how people can get in a LOT of very serious trouble!”

“Okay, but it’s such a waste. Why can’t people treat sex like any other thing they like to do or things our bodies do? If you have to pee, you pee. If you have to poop, you poop. If you need to cry, you cry. So if you want to have sex with someone, you should just be able to go tell them and if they say no, then nobody should be upset over it. Can I help it if I get horny for certain people?”

Anne chuckled and said, “Yeah, but you get horny for EVERYONE, including Mom.”

Becky sat up and stared at Anne in shock. “Anne! You weren’t supposed to ever tell anyone that!” Tears immediately sprang to her beautiful eyes. She reached out and hit Anne with a real slap on her shoulder.

I took her in my arms and calmed her down. “It’s okay, Becky. Like you said, you can’t help who makes you horny. You’re already in a relationship with your sister, so it’s probably natural for you to have desires for other family members. And your mom is always special to you anyway. And I’ve seen her. She’s a real knockout! When you mentioned they were naked in the back yard, I wanted to go see them because I wanted to see your mom naked. So don’t worry about it. I won’t tell anyone, and I won’t judge you for it either.”

“Okay,” she mumbled into my neck. “But Anne, you’re still a piss-pot for telling.”

“Okay, I’m a piss-pot,” said Anne. “Anyone for a daisy chain?”

We all liked that idea. Becky and I had recovered from our orgasms and were ready for more. I looked down at my pussy and at Becky’s and marveled at how alike they were. We arranged ourselves on the bed so that we each could lick a pussy. I would lick Anne–after all, I’d only fingered her in the Y–Anne would lick Becky–which I had not seen yet–and Becky would lick me for what was already the third time that day.

It was going to be a fun day and night together. I hoped my pussy could take it.

Continue on to Chapter 4

Little, Chapter 2

  • Posted on May 2, 2015 at 11:52 am

By Cheryl Taggert

I left the apartment and headed north on Granville Street to walk the five blocks to the YWCA. It was a Saturday, and the sun was shining brightly on my new day. I had had a birthday, alright, but as it turned out, I was celebrating being nine, not twenty-one.

I ran some on the way, the bag bouncing against my shoulders. I felt more alive than I ever had before. I felt — young.

I reached the entrance and went in. Then it occurred to me. The problem with my little plan. My membership was for a twenty-one-year-old college student, not a nine-year-old girl. I stopped and looked at the woman at the desk as she answered some questions for one of the members. There was no way I could get past her into the hall that led to the showers and pool without being noticed.

And as I stood there, someone spoke behind me.

“You need help?”

I turned around slowly. I recognized that voice. Could it really be? Would she recognize me in my younger state?

When I turned, I was looking into the bleary eyes of my best friend, Anne. She looked at me strangely, with a note of slight recognition, but of course she did not know who I was. The impossibility of what had happened was in my favor.

I had to make something up, and fast.

“Oh, well, my family is new to town and they have a membership, but I forgot my card.”

Anne was still looking at me strangely, as if trying to figure out what was familiar. The look of sudden understanding made my heart skip a beat. I didn’t mind telling her eventually, but I did not want to tell her yet.

“My little sister has an outfit exactly like that one!” She looked down at my feet. “Even the sandals are just like hers! What a coincidence.”

I breathed again. The outfit. That was a relief. Then I thought of the other part of this charade and the connection with Becky. My God, what would Anne think when she saw the bathing suit? She would think I was stalking her sister or something, copying everything about her. Oh, well. In for a penny.

“It’s a popular style. I have another friend where I moved from who had this same outfit.”

We then attacked my problem.

“So you forgot your card? That is okay. I know the girl at the counter. I can get you in.” She winked at me and smiled.

After stepping up to the counter, she spoke to Carol, the girl behind the desk. I knew Carol too, sort of. Of course, that was the twenty-one-year-old me. I stayed back, letting Anne do the talking.

Then turning back to me, Anne took my hand in hers and led me back to the locker rooms. She smiled down at me.

“You look familiar. Maybe it’s the outfit.”

Just wait, I thought to myself. You ain’t seen nothing yet.

We entered the locker area. I turned continued walking to the last row of lockers, which were hidden a bit from the view of people who were walking past into the shower and pool areas of the YWCA and prayed Anne would turn into another area, but she didn’t, following me instead. In fact, she took the locker right next to mine.

“So you moved here recently, huh?”

“Yes,” I answered, nervous about the suit.

“You look like you are my sister’s age. She’s nine. How old are you?”

“I’m nine too,” I said, swallowing hard.

Anne was undressing and I was aware that she was waiting for me to start doing the same. “I will have to introduce you. You know, you just look so familiar to me. Have we ever met?”

“No, I don’t think so.” I began to remove the outfit, first the sandals and top, then the shorts and panties. Thank God, they were typical white cotton ones. I stripped out of them and stood naked, nervous about taking out the bathing suit.

I noticed that Anne was naked beside me. Then it occurred to me that she was taking her time fishing her own suit out. I felt her eyes on me. I looked up, and she was looking at me alright. But it was the way she was looking at me that made my heart skip a beat. She was smiling nervously. I knew Anne well, and I knew when she was nervous. And she was extremely nervous right now for some reason.

We stood there, naked and alone in the locker room, and she spoke up with a strained voice, as if there were a tightness in her throat.

“My sister’s name is Becky. We’re close. Very close.”

Oh, my God. Then I knew. Anne was hot for me. Oh, God. ANNE was hot for me! I could see it in her eyes, the uncertain smile on her face.

Then WHAT she had said slammed me. Close? She and Becky were CLOSE? I knew they were close, at least as close as sisters can be when one is so much older. But she was obviously hinting something else. It was a major revelation. She and Becky were sexually involved.

And Anne wanted me. Just like that woman a dozen years ago.

I knew I could have had that woman.

And I knew I could–and would–have Anne.

Instead of getting her bathing suit out and putting it on, she sat down on the bench. “You want to talk for a second?”

Boy, I knew where THIS was heading. I decided to go full speed ahead. I sat down, straddling the bench, putting my bald little pussy on display. Her eyes made an involuntary drop to look at my pussy and then quickly jumped back up to my face.

“Sure. Whatcha wanna talk about?”

She was unsure of herself. Then deciding, she straddled the bench too, as if joining me in that position of facing each other. Her pink pussy lips opened to my view. I could see the moisture building down there. “I was just wondering if you wanted to meet my little sister since she’s your age.”

“Sure,” I smiled. That would certainly work out well. Becky, I knew now, was sexually active with her big sister Anne, who would be twenty soon. I knew that if I played my cards right, I would have them both before the day was through.

I noticed Anne allowing her eyes to dart down to my hairless little twat again, and I did the same, glancing occasionally at her hair-covered one. her clit was beginning to protrude from its hood. We each sat there, mesmerized by the view we were giving each other.

I looked up, and she was looking at my face. Of course, she knew where my view had been focused. She smiled.

“Looks a lot different from yours, doesn’t it?” she grinned. Then she looked down at my pussy slit. I followed her gaze and saw my little clitoral hood peeking from between the folds of my outer lips.

“Yes, it does.”

“I’m sorry. I just like to look sometimes and compare,” she said in apology. “I do that with my sister a lot too.”

“Your sister sounds really cool,” I said, breathing deeply and smelling her scents wafting from her cunt.

“Yes, she is,” she said, involuntarily licking her lips.

I looked her right in the eye and asked, “Does she like to look at your pussy too?”

She smiled, liking my use of the adult term. It turned into a grin. “Sometimes more,” she hinted.

I glanced around. Still nobody else there. I was thankful it was early and that I had inadvertently chosen the hidden locker area for completely different reasons. I scooted forward, my eyes glued to her pussy.

I looked up at her and saw that she wanted me to touch her. Her eyes moved from my hand to her pussy and back again. Then she repeated the motion. She was suggesting I touch her.

For a second I didn’t move. “Do you want to touch it just to feel what it feels like with all that hair?”

I nodded.

“Then go ahead.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I reached out and touched her pussy, rubbing the inner lips deftly and dipping to get some of her juices on my fingers. Lubricating them, I moved them around in her pussy, relishing the feel of it.

“Do you mind if I . . .?” she asked, allowing my understanding to finish her sentence.

“Of course not,” I grinned wickedly. “I thought you’d never ask.”

With that she moved her fingers to my little bald pussy and began to rub its smoothness, creasing my slit with her finger and touching my sensitive clit.

I did the same to her hairy mound. My fingers settled on her clit, rubbing softly.

Our breathing increased, and I reached for her breasts with my other hand.

“I think you’ve done this before,” she sighed.

“A couple of times,” I said. What was I going to do? I couldn’t very well appear this experienced without having done this before, after all.

She continued rubbing me, and I realized it wouldn’t take me long. The idea that my best friend and the little sister I was so hot for were lovers was enough to send me over the edge anyway. I increased my pace to match her rhythms. We masturbated each other furiously.

“Do you do this with your sister?” I asked.

“All the time,” she said throatily. She was close too.

“Would she let me do this too?”

“If I told her to, she would. She does everything I tell her.”

“But I would want her to want it,” I said in return. I didn’t want to do it with her if she wasn’t willing.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. She would LOVE to. She keeps telling me she wishes she could meet someone her age to have fun with.

It occurred to me that I may not remain Becky’s age, but of course I said nothing. My orgasm was approaching.

She started coming first. She began with a low moan that rose into a stifled grunt and squeal. Her breathing danced from her lungs in great waves, causing her boobs to rise and fall to meet my hand. She renewed her efforts to bring me off.

“Do you have orgasms, yet, hon?” she asked, rubbing my pussy and smearing juices from her own pussy onto my labia to help lubricate it.

I nodded. “Yes, and I’m close.” My own breathing beat a fast rhythm.

Then she lay down, placing her lips against my pussy. She began to lick me.

I went into orbit.

Quickly.

Intensely.

Totally out of this world.

My insides quivered with the rhythmic contractions.

I was in heaven.

When we had finished, we looked as if we had had a workout. “Time for the pool,” she said.

“Yes, it is,” I answered, catching my breath.

She giggled. “Oh, my name is Anne.”

I looked at her. I realized that I could tell her the truth. I had just had sex with her, and I now knew her most intimate secret, that she had incestuous sex with her little sister and had just seduced me. I decided to go for it.

“I know your name.”

“Oh, did I already tell you?” she laughed.

“No, I knew you before.”

She looked puzzled. “I thought you looked familiar. Do you know my sister?”

“Yes.”

“Then that’s where I know you from,” she said grinning. “I thought you looked familiar.”

“No, Anne, that’s not where you know me from. In fact, I know your sister through knowing you.”

Now she was confused.

“Huh?”

“Anne, I’m Cheryl. You were at my birthday party last night.”

“Oh, come on! Who put you up to this? Cheryl?”

“No, really Anne. It’s me. Remember my birthmark?” I turned my hip to show the coffee-colored patch that was shaped like Florida. She had commented on it numerous times.

She just stared. “What the fuck?” She looked at me. “Cheryl? How?”

“I made a wish on a star last night.”

Then what had just happened occurred to her. “Oh, God! Cheryl! You know now! About me and. . . Oh, GOD!” She began to cry.

“No, hon. I’m glad I know about you and Becky. I’ve wanted Becky for a long time now.”

She looked at me, sniffling. “Really?”

“Yes, really. I went to sleep last night wishing I had taken more time with my pussy when I was little, so when I woke up this morning, I was. Little I mean.”

“Shit!” It was all she could say.

“These are Becky’s clothes. I was about to panic about wearing her bathing suit.”

She began to laugh, drying her tears with her giggles.

“I love little girls and their bald little pussies. That’s why I have wanted Becky for so long,” I continued. “I even went into the bathroom last night while she was peeing so I could get a look at her pussy.”

“She told me about that,” Anne laughed more. “I just thought it was because you were drunk and didn’t realize what you were doing. But you mean you went in there to cop a look?”

I laughed now. “Yes. I have wanted her for over a year now.”

She looked at me and smiled. “Let’s go have a swim. Then we can BOTH have her!”

I leaned in and kissed her on the lips.

“Sounds good to me!”

Continue on to Chapter 3

Little, Chapter 1

  • Posted on May 2, 2015 at 11:42 am

By Cheryl Taggert

There’s something I must tell you about. It began the night of my party, my twenty-first birthday party. To put it more accurately, it began the next day, but I am getting ahead of myself.

I had stumbled to bed, fairly drunk from celebrating my birthday. The big two-one. Legal in every state of the union. Hell, now I was legal in every country of the world! I was also horny as hell, typical for my rare drunk evenings, but my attempts at masturbation were short-lived due to my intoxicated state. I can remember thinking that it was ridiculous that I should be alone on my birthday. The partiers had all gone home, and I was alone. A lonely lesbian trying to drunkenly masturbate herself, without much success.

As usual when I was drunk, which really was a rarity but not unheard of, I was getting depressed in my unresolved horniness. And the thought that depressed me most was not that I was alone necessarily, it was who it was that I wanted to be with, for I am a rare girl indeed. I am a lesbian who is attracted to young girls. Very young. Like nine or ten even. And I am not sure I would turn down one even younger if she was a willing partner. There are thousands of girls who discover their sexuality very early and enjoy it. I know this for a fact, since I was one of those girls. The fact was I didn’t want to be with any of the girls who had helped me celebrate my birthday. I would have gladly taken my friend Anne’s little sister Becky to my bed, however.

Becky was nine and a little doll. Anne, an eighteen-year-old freshman who lived at home and was in my astronomy class, had brought Becky along because she had been forced to watch her while her parents went out, and she didn’t want to miss the party. Everyone else had wondered if Anne was an idiot for bringing her kid sister to a drinking party, but I was secretly happy about it. I had even managed, under the effects of alcohol, which was a good thing to blame for silly “mistakes,” to enter the bathroom when little Becky was peeing.

I had gotten a glimpse of her little puss as the yellow liquid had streamed into the bowl. Furthermore, I had been quick on the draw, so to speak, and had managed to expose my own trimmed pussy to her astonished gaze, dropping my shorts and panties to pee when she was finished. I acted like everyone peed in front of others, and I noticed that she didn’t leave but remained while I finished my business and flushed. She was washing her hands, but I could see her eyes as they cast their gaze on me and held there. I even talked to her some.

I think I may be in love.

But believe it or not, that is not what I must tell you about, although I feel certain the opportunity is there for some fun if I can just figure out how to go about it. What I want to tell you about began the next morning.

My last thoughts that night had been about my own body. Not my twenty-one-year-old body. My body as it had been when I was a little girl. I realized, with the unhappiness that can only be felt over missed opportunities, that I had not paid enough attention to my smooth, hairless, soft little missy when I had had the chance. Here I was longing to be able to touch one, and I had spent some twelve years on this earth with a bare one at my constant disposal. It had been there when I was Becky’s age, and while I certainly had not ignored her charms, I had not realized the extent to which I would miss it once it was gone. I longed to touch myself when I was nine. I wanted desperately to be able to go back to that time and spend as much time as I liked falling madly in love with my smooth little girl’s pussy. I realized, as I drifted into a deep sleep, that I would, given the chance, spend nearly every day, every available minute, playing with my pussy if I could have re-lived those years.

I looked outside my window as the last thing I did upon going to sleep and saw a bright meteorite streak across the sky. I guess I made a wish.

Opening my eyes the next day, I noticed they felt unusually fresh for having peered through a drunken haze the night before. I stretched and leaned over to the side of the bed, sitting up as I did.

Then I realized just how strange I felt. Something was VERY wrong here. The room looked all wrong, but I couldn’t figure out why. Everything seemed in the right place, but something was wrong. Then the reason for the disorientation started to occur to me. The room was different because I was seeing it from a slightly different angle. I felt shorter, as if my head were not reaching its full height or something.

Then I looked down.

And screamed.

My breasts were gone. It was as though a total mastectomy had been performed in the night. And my pajama top was loose, and not just because my titties were gone. The shoulders were all wrong, dangling halfway down my upper arms. The sleeves swallowed my hands entirely.

I had the unusual sensation of having shrunk during the night. I thought of the movie with Lily Tomlin, “The Incredible Shrinking Woman.” For some reason, it wasn’t so funny now. I extended my hands and drew the sleeves up.

Oh my God. My hands. Not only did they look small. They looked–young. They were little-girl hands.

I grabbed my top and peered down into it. My boobs were there, but they were only nipples. And small ones at that.

Oh dear lord. I stood up, intending to drop my pajama bottoms to look at the rest of myself, but I didn’t need to pull them down at all. They fell off me, gathering in a small cotton bundle on the floor, along with my panties. I was now nude from the waist down.

My pussy was hairless. Smooth. Soft. Small. A tender mound of flesh that protruded from what was now my little girl belly and the dark slit that cleaved its softness, hiding my little girl pleasures inside.

It was my pre-pubescent pussy. The one I had longed to reacquaint myself with last night.

Stepping slowly out of the circle of material at my still dainty, but decidedly smaller feet, I walked into the bathroom in a daze. I looked into the bottom half of the mirror that hung over my medicine cabinet, marveling again at how different things looked from down here at a child’s height.

My youthful face stared back.

It was me. But it was the me I had known when I was nine years old.

I looked down at my little missy. It was just like the one I had seen last night on little Becky, who was also nine.

God, oh God, oh God. My wish had come true.

I was nine years old again.

At first I was frightened. Scared as hell. What would I do? How would I explain this? How would I get around town? I had a driver’s license and a car, but the picture on the license looked only vaguely like me now, and I could no longer reach the pedals in the car, I was sure. Or if I could, it would be a tricky thing getting around barely able to touch them.

I sat down and peed.

Panic welled up in me, but I fought it off. That wouldn’t help anything. I decided to think about this for a minute. I could think while I took a shower.

Slipping easily out of the top, I turned on the shower and stepped in. I was reaching up for the shower massager when it hit me.

As I stood there in the shower, the reason I made the wish in the first place came back to me. I looked down at my bald little pussy and then at the shower massager that I frequently used for more than showering.

Despite the steamy enclosure, my mouth became dry. I could masturbate at least while I was trying to figure this out. There was my little nine-year-old pussy that I had longed for last night. I hadn’t even touched it yet, except to wipe it after peeing, and that hardly counted. I decided to change that.

Reaching down, I spread my small outer labia with two fingers and, having set the massager to a dull pulse, aimed it at my tiny pearl of a clitty.

My body began to respond immediately. My little flesh button had been switched on. It occurred to me that I could change back to an adult at any moment, and I should take advantage of this while I still could. After all, it was not taking the time to enjoy my little pussy that had started all this in the first place. I didn’t want to go back to my adult-sized body without fulfilling my wish this time.

While the shower head massaged my slit, my other hand was very busy. It seemed to have a life of its own. I rubbed and massaged the little mound of flesh between my coltish legs. My clit, much smaller than it had been last night in spite of its erect state, was red with the activity of my hand and the shower massager.

In the midst of this, I decided to check something. I had taken my own virginity at age thirteen with a vibrator I had found when I was babysitting a neighbor’s little boy and had grown bored and began to search the parents’ bedroom.

(We won’t go there, at least not now beyond saying that I hadn’t realized there would be blood and I had been forced to make up this stupid story about starting my period without knowing it while lying in their bed, and I think the mom knew all the time what the truth had been, especially when she’d asked if I had fallen asleep and like a ninny I had said no. I mean who has THAT much blood leak out of their pussies without noticing it? Looking back, I realize it wasn’t like some flood, which it had appeared to me to be at the time, but it was enough. Not to mention that my mom had been nice enough to tell her the next WEEK that I had to turn down the job because I was cramping really badly from having started my period. But as I said, we won’t go there.) Anyway, I reached up and felt myself, slipping my finger into my vagina, and I could feel that my hymen was now fully intact. It was as if it had never been torn by my daring moves that day at the Henderson’s. I had truly returned to my nine-year-old body.

Well, I decided that I didn’t need to take my cherry again, so I contented myself with a wonderful clitoral massage. My puffy little lips were so soft to touch. And the fact that my mind was still twenty-one made the erotic images that I fantasized about much better than they had been when I was nine and had masturbated. And the best part was that I was imagining touching Becky’s pussy, and there was a twin right there in my hand.

I stayed in that shower until the hot water began to run out and then made my way to the bed again. I lay there inspecting my re-flowered, long-lost little friend, getting my hand mirror and inspecting it the way I had in my youth, but with decidedly more interest in the memory of the images my pussy brought me. I wanted to remember this.

A sudden inspiration hit me. Jumping out of bed, I went to my closet and retrieved my video camera. I was going to get this on tape. I set it up, ensuring the focus was correct and shooting where I would by lying, and leapt back into bed, exposing my slit to the camera’s watchful eye.

I lay back again and massaged my ever reddening pussy and clit. I had not even come yet, but I was getting very close. My hand sought the center of my womanhood–well, girlhood now. My fingers played at the opening of my vagina and dipped to my tiny asshole, which I had been too disgusted to touch at age nine. I found that the stimulation was as erotic as it was when I had finally done it the first time at age sixteen. This time, though, it was even more exciting. I was touching a nine-year-old’s puckered flower and its matching virginal pussy. I began to squeeze my butt cheeks with my other hand, delighting in their boyish firmness.

I feasted on the image of my body. I burned the memory of my bare pussy into my brain. I had to remember this, I kept telling myself. I had to, even beyond what the video camera would record for me. I wanted to remember the sensations, the feel of the bald little mound that was there for the taking at any time I chose.

It was then my eyes fell on the digital camera I had gotten for my birthday last night. At least I was the only thing in the apartment that had changed. Everything else was as it had been that previous evening.

Of course! I could also take pictures of myself in the nude. (There had been plenty of jokes about that last night, ironically.) I would take the pictures and store them on my computer. Hell, I might even get on web cam and let the whole world see me. The possibilities for erotic fun mounted as my imagination grasped the situation in all its glory. Video, digital pictures, web cams. The pleasure in my center increased at the thought.

My hands fairly flew against my pussy. I was having a hard time coming, but it was almost certainly because at age nine my body had not learned yet how to reach an orgasm. I could feel it there, just out of reach, as I had numerous times before finally coming at age ten.

I closed my eyes and thought of the fun I would have. Maybe I could get Becky to spend the night or something and I could seduce her. Perhaps I could go out and find some older woman who might be interested in young pussy the way I was and give her a memory of a lifetime.

Oh, yes. That was definitely something I wanted to do. I recalled the time in the YWCA that a woman had watched me showering and dressing. I had wondered about it at the time, but of course grown women weren’t interested in sex with a young girl. That was for men only. Or that is what I convinced myself at the time. Now I know she WAS looking at me sexually. I could have had her on the floor and worshiping my body in a matter of seconds had I wanted that. Of course I had wanted that, but I had also convinced myself that there was no way she was interested in the same thing, and I would just be making a fool of myself at the tender age of twelve.

The image of that woman played in my mind. I pictured her licking my little pussy right now. Her face between my thighs. Her tongue teasing my swollen clitty. Making her day. No, her life!

I could feel the sensations building to the waiting climax. Vaguely I wondered if I could then count nine as the age of my first orgasm, but I decided to let that wait until I had actually achieved one.

My pussy was burning. My clit was on fire. My fluids were sloshing around in my little slit, lubricating things for me, although there wasn’t as much as I had had at twenty. But there was enough.

Finally, I felt it. The orgasm approached swiftly, running up on me and then cascading over a wall, burning itself into my mental and physical memory. My belly hunched and spasmed with the sensations. I was rocked with it. At least that hadn’t changed. The orgasm was intense, shooting throughout my body like an electric current. I shuddered with it. I had always had intense orgasms.

I was sweating now. I lay there and wondered what in the world I would wear. Then I remembered. Becky had brought an overnight bag the night before but hadn’t used it since Anne had decided to go home earlier than she had thought she might. I had noticed last night that Becky had left the bag. I went to it and opened it up. I was in luck. Inside there were not only some pajamas, but also a pair of shorts and a top, along with fresh panties and sandals. There was even a swimsuit in case we had used the apartment’s pool. The clothes had obviously been meant for today had she ended up staying the night.

I dressed in her clothes and marveled at the fact that I wore her sizes, down to the sandals. Reaching in for a last little squeeze on my hairless pussy before heading out to seduce some older woman, I felt an erotic bolt hit me and, horny again, I went out the door and headed for the YWCA, carrying a backpack with the swimsuit and a towel in it. This was going to be fun.

Continue on to Chapter 2

From an Author of Adult-Child Erotica

  • Posted on May 2, 2015 at 11:34 am

By Naughty Mommy

It makes me very uncomfortable, even queasy, to think that someone who reads my stories might take what they’ve read as license or, worse still, as encouragement to violate a child.

So, does that mean I should I stop writing the kind of erotica I write?

I’m not sure that’s even possible. Being who I am, I feel compelled to write these stories. Moreover, I derive great satisfaction from creating and reading them. It makes me happy.

Of course, I can do that just for myself, without sharing what I have written with anyone if I choose. That’s what I have done for most of my adult life, after all. It’s only within the last few years that I’ve begun to publish my work, albeit anonymously online, and share it with interested readers. The response has been wonderful, for the most part, and deeply rewarding to me.

One of the reasons I enjoy writing erotic fiction is because it enables me to examine my thoughts and feelings about sexual autonomy, about choices, desires, boundaries, and consequences. I like to explore, within my fantasy world, how far I might want to go and what the results could be. But what I write is almost entirely fantasy. I have my characters do things I would never ever do in my real life.

So, it’s a quandary. Am I responsible, in any legal sense, for the actions of others? No, of course I am not. My stories are only stories; they are not manuals for behavior. However, I still have to consider whether I might personally feel some moral accountability for the way others may respond to my work.

I don’t know all the answers yet. Maybe I never will. These are just some of the thoughts I’ve been having, for what it’s worth.

Our Children, Our Lovers, Part Three

  • Posted on May 2, 2015 at 11:19 am

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.

Our Children, Our Lovers, Part One

  • Posted on May 2, 2015 at 11:18 am

By JetBoy

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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. They were much too desirable for that…

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