Kari, My Love, Part Two

  • Posted on May 13, 2015 at 12:02 pm

By JetBoy

I touched Keri’s cheek. “Do you want to stand up, sit, or lie down?”

“Um, sit.” Then, “Wait!” as I began to turn. “What do you mean, ‘lie down,’ Mommy?”

“Well… I’d lie down, and you’d lie on top of me.”

She looked at the bed, then up at me again. “And you’d… touch my bottom?”

I smiled, and nodded. “I surely would.”

She grinned. “Then lying down.”

I reached for her hand, squeezing it, then lay back where I sat and scooted back until my head was resting on the pillow. Now I was face up on the bed, waiting for my little girl.

She stared for a moment, then scrambled over to lie on top of me, buoyant with glee. “This is so so so so neat!” She hugged me tightly. I felt her thighs straddle my waist.

“My little angel,” I cooed, my hands stroking her back.

“Touch my bot-tom, touch my bot-tom…” she sang, her tummy wriggling against mine.

I reached down to fondle my daughter’s adorable little rump.

“Mmmmmm…” She snuggled into me, and I savored the feeling of her panty-clad bottom in my hands. A perfect fit.

Suddenly her head lifted again, and Keri was looking down at me. “Mommy?”

“What, honey?”

“Um…” Now she was a little embarrassed. “Nothing.” Suddenly blushing, she quickly lay back down.

“Keri?” I whispered, still lightly stroking that soft little bottom. “What is it, sweetheart? You can tell me…”

Again she popped up, concentrated, decided. “Can I… take my panties off first?” She grimaced and buried her face back into my chest.

“Silly girl, of course you can. That’s a very good idea.” I pretended to think for a bit. “In fact, honey… why don’t you take everything off? You’d be more comfortable, I bet.”

Her head popped up. “Cool!” She grinned, then jumped up to stand above me. Off with the t-shirt, down with the panties, and then… she dived back down. Mmmmmmmm, naked little Keri against me.

“Hmm,” I mused aloud. “Should I take off my clothes? I don’t know…”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”

“Think so?” She nodded vigorously. “Well then, I guess I will.” I sat up, unbuttoning my shirt, then slipped it off, casting it to the floor. “Want to take my panties off, honey?”

Big surprised grin. “Sure!” She knelt between my legs, her lips pursed in concentration, grasping the waistband with both hands. And she slowly tugged my panties down as I lifted my hips.

She stopped midway as my thick black bush was revealed. “Cool,” she breathed. She extended a hand, then halted, looking up at me.

I nodded my approval, and she lightly touched my lush pubes, her mouth a perfect O. Then she grinned. “It’s… it’s like a sweater!”

I laughed. “A nice sweater, too. It keeps my pussy warm.”

At that, she mock-pouted, staring down at her own hairless slit. “Ooooooh… no fair!”

“Oh, now… I think your pussy is beautiful, Keri.” She bashfully ducked her head, and I added, “I like to be able to see all of you.”

Flopping back, she spread her legs wide for me, singing “Ta-DAA!”

“Yaaaay!” I cheered. I meant it, too. “Come on, now — finish taking my panties off, honey.” She scrambled to whisk them down and off, carelessly throwing them aside.

Now we were both naked. In that instant, the realization of what I was about to do to my ten-year-old daughter hit me like a hard slap.

Incest. That was the word for it. And pedophilia.

But those were only words, and I refused to be afraid of them. I wanted Keri, I loved her more than my own life, and I was going to make her feel wonderful.

“Now,” I purred, opening my arms, “come here, angel.”

And she did, oh she did, my little naked Keri, sliding her warm, bare body against mine, grinding her baby-smooth vulva into my belly as she settled onto me, burying her face in my breasts.

“Mmmm, this is great!” she murmured.

“Uh-huh.” My hand slid right down to cup her bare bottom.

I began to caress and fondle that adorable little ass of hers, gradually allowing my fingers to glide through her butt crack, teasing the rosebud. She’d respond by squeezing me with her cheeks, mewling with delight.

Then my fingers separated. One down, down to brush her soft pussy, to touch the warmth of her moist slit. My thumb now circled her tiny anus, pressing in gently. And Keri trembled in my arms as the sweet sensations that pulsed through her body grew more and more intense.

Then she gasped as I eased the tip of my finger into her vagina. “Mommy,” she whimpered.

With my free hand I lifted my daughter’s face to mine. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open.

“I love you, baby,” I breathed, transfixing Keri with a desire-filled gaze, wanting to convey to my child the need, the hunger I felt for her right then. I placed a soft kiss on her mouth, my tongue emerging to lick at her lower lip as I continued to fuck her with probing fingers.

Her brow furrowed as her pleasure grew and grew, my little girl hurtling towards meltdown. She stared at me helplessly as ecstasy neared, her entire body beginning to shudder and shake.

Then, it was upon her. “Ohh, Mommy… I’m… mmmMMMMmmm… oooh… I’m, I’m, I’m gonna, I think… mmmm, Mommy! OHHHHHH!” And she cried out wordlessly as her body was racked by jolts of purest rapture. I’d never seen such a beautiful sight as that of my baby, coming for the first time. And I was making it happen.

I took Keri through her climax, continuing to pleasure my baby until she could take no more. Then I removed my fingers from her, feeling my daughter sigh blissfully as she relaxed on top of me. I cuddled Keri close, bringing my fingers, moist from her, up to my lips to taste. Yum, ambrosia.

Keri quickly fell asleep in my arms, so I tucked her spent body beneath the sheet and just looked at her. So fragile, so trusting. So adorable. And so, so, luscious. Oh, my, yes.

I didn’t want to spend that night alone in my bed, so I tiptoed down to fetch Pamela, still snoozing peacefully in her crib, and gently carried her upstairs to the nursery. I put her to bed, placed the lightest of kisses on her brow, then went back to Keri’s room and slipped into bed with my daughter. It was a tight fit, her bed being much narrower than mine. Still, having her bare little body curled against me was worth a little discomfort.

I had to get up once to soothe Pam when she began to cry, rocking her in my arms until she dozed off again. Then it was back to Keri’s bed, where I slumbered peacefully by her side until dawn.

Waking up to find my naked little girl next to me was a strange experience, at first. I wasn’t sure how to feel about what I had done to Keri, and wondered why I wasn’t overcome with guilt. But soon I was taking little peeks under the sheet, just to glimpse my daughter’s bare body. My God, I already wanted to touch her again.

Instead, I shoved myself out of bed and tiptoed out of Keri’s room, letting her snooze in peace. I fed and changed Pammie, quickly showered and dressed, then went down to the kitchen, where I whipped up a big bowl of waffle batter, whistling joyfully the whole while. I was on top of the world that morning, bluebirds on my shoulder and all that. All because of my precious daughter, tucked into her bed upstairs.

When Keri padded into the kitchen, wearing one of my old t-shirts she had converted into a nightie, she gave me a shy smile and tiptoed into my arms. I hugged my darling girl to me, resisting a crazy impulse to kiss her. Really kiss her. My head swam as Keri buried her face in my breasts, making little contented-girl sounds. I felt my desire growing, telling me to reach down and pull that t-shirt up and over her head. Undress her. Pick her up. Set her on the kitchen counter. Bury your face between her legs…

Instead, I patted her bottom and pointed to her chair at the dining room table. “Breakfast is nearly ready, honey… I made us waffles.”

Keri squealed with delight, clapping her hands as she danced over to her seat. Suddenly the erotic spell I’d woven in my mind vanished, leaving us a mother and child preparing for breakfast. Nothing to see here, folks, let’s move along.

That day, we didn’t speak of what we had done. But there was a special warmth between my little girl and me that had us both glowing like little stars. We caught each other’s eyes sometimes, exchanging knowing smiles. Her hand would slip, unannounced, into mine; or I would touch her back with long, lingering strokes.

Even that night’s dinner was special. Keri insisted on eating by candlelight, even putting on soft music. Pam was sleeping peacefully in the nursery, and the evening was young.

But as I was loading the dishes into the sink, I noticed that Keri had vanished. I figured that she’d grown sleepy and slipped away for a nap. I couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed, but with a shrug, I decided to lie down and read for a while.

So I turned off the downstairs lights and went upstairs to my room. There I discovered, to my delight, a certain special someone in my bed!

Keri had changed into her favorite outfit, one that she usually saved for parties: a short emerald-green skirt and a bare midriff top. Her legs were parted, revealing her new panties — pink, with a pattern of tiny fishes.

And then there was her expression. Ohhh, priceless. Boldness, glee, nervousness… desire? Her lower lip was tucked between her teeth, and her impish grin quavered. Her eyes were large and sparkling.

I really, really didn’t know what to think. “Keri…”

“Hmmm…?” Her fingers twisted the pillow. I stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at this enchanting sight.

She transfixed me with a look, and purred, “I want to play, Mommy.” Little imp.

I stared at her. She licked her lips, parting both legs even further to display herself to me.

“Keri, baby,” I whispered, barely able to breathe.

“Mommy?”

“What, honey?”

Her legs did a little luxurious scissoring on the bed. “I love you…”

How could I refuse this? “I love you too, baby,” I murmured, unbuttoning my shirt with trembling fingers. It fell to the floor, and my bra soon followed. Keri gazed eagerly as I undid and removed my skirt, then slipped out of my panties. I sat down next to her on the bed, completely naked, my sex aching with this helpless need I felt for my little one.

Keri was transfixed. She looked up at me, a question in her eyes. I nodded, and she leaned in to take my hard, sticky nipple between her cherry-pink lips. And she began to suckle. And God, it felt so fucking good. I just slowly lay back and melted into the bed along with my child, her hot mouth fastened to my breast.

She had one hand on my upper thigh as she leaned into me, and her warm, pantied crotch was touching my bare skin. I moaned, pressing my thigh into the heat of her. She uttered a little sigh, then I felt her start to move against me, gradually picking up a slow rhythm.

I could barely believe my own senses, but there was no doubt about it — my sweet baby was riding my leg!

I was thrilled at the very idea of my Keri rubbing herself off against me, but that excitement spilled over into white-hot lust when my daughter’s hand realized, somehow, where it was — and began to slip between my thighs.

As she sucked at my nipple it felt heavenly, just heavenly. A fire hissed and roared inside me, a passion that built endlessly upon itself. And as Keri’s tiny hand touched my pussy, all those feelings coalesced into a single brilliant point of blinding intensity. My sweet child was touching me sexually, pleasuring me just as I had her. I felt myself moving my hips against Keri, meeting her curious hand. And I felt her respond to my movement; feeling my wet cunt, exploring the sticky flesh.

I reached down to help Keri find the opening to my vagina, then enter me with her fingers. All the while she licked and sucked my swollen nipple, then switched to the other, making little humming sounds of satisfaction all the while.

I felt and saw Keri reach down with her free hand to tug frantically at the crotch of her new panties. Suddenly they ripped, and she’d opened up her slit to me. I whimpered as I felt her bare, slick pussy touch my thigh.

My daughter was all but fucking me now, grinding furiously against my leg. She sighed and moaned and trembled with purest bliss, her face positively angelic. I gasped as Keri’s fingers found a sure, steady rhythm in my cunt, sawing in and out, in and out.

And I just… lost it. Completely.

I reached down to her chin, tilted her face up to meet mine, and my mouth claimed hers in a lover’s kiss. My tongue slipped between Keri’s pretty lips as I held her tightly in my arms. Her fingers, still buried in my vagina, were momentarily stilled as she savored this new kind of kissing between mother and daughter.

She got over her surprise quickly enough. Soon her lips were shyly responding to my passion, her tongue slowly joining the loveplay. I nearly swooned when she became more aggressive, returning my heated kiss measure for measure, and her fingers resumed their movement between my legs.

Then I broke away, licking my lips, reached down and gently removed Keri’s hand from my cunt. She was startled for a moment, but her eyes widened in awe as I took her fingers into my mouth and sucked the wetness from them, fixing my baby with a sexy Marlene Dietrich gaze. “Oh, Mommy,” she whispered, her face positively glowing with adoration.

I grasped the bottom of her top and tugged it up and off, Keri raising her arms to assist me. Then she reached down to unfasten her skirt and toss it to one side.

Heart throbbing with anticipation, I slipped from Keri’s embrace and gently lay her back on the bed. I knelt between her outstretched legs to reach for the waistband of her ruined panties — now the last item of clothing between the two of us — and slowly tugged them down to her feet, giving my child every chance to stop me. But Keri was thrilled by the loving games we were playing, and raised her legs to help me finish stripping her.

Both of us now naked, I gently lowered my body onto hers. God, she felt so soft and sweet in my arms.

“I love you, angel,” I cooed, our noses barely touching.

“I… I love you, Mommy,” Keri whispered, her eyes wide as she gazed at me in wonder, still a little unsure of what was happening between us, but clearly enjoying every moment.

I responded with a tender kiss, allowing my mouth to brush softly against hers, then nibbled at her lower lip. Keri quickly brought her tongue into play, and our kiss grew hotter, more passionate. Her arms circled my bare back, clutching me tightly.

Gently breaking our kiss, I trailed my lips down to nuzzle at my baby’s soft neck. She was purring like a contented kitten as I pressed a kiss into the hollow of her throat, then moved down further still.

Her taut, childish nipples delighted me. Keri inhaled sharply as I took one in my mouth, flicking at the pink tip with a playful tongue. My daughter gently rocked from side to side, cradling my head to her chest, her heart going like sixty. I shifted to lavish attention on her other nipple, and she shuddered with delight. “Oh,” I heard my little girl sigh.

Wanting more, I squirmed my way down Keri’s body, licking a path to her belly button. I teased it with a probe of the tongue, and my little girl squealed with delight, another jolt of pleasure coursing through her limbs.

I was a woman on fire, my cunt a river as I slipped down yet further, reaching my ultimate destination. I lay between Keri’s thin legs, staring enthralled at the pink treasure of my baby’s bare slit. I had enjoyed my fair share of lovers by age 32, but the sight of my daughter’s childish vagina aroused me more than anything I had ever known. My hands rested on her thighs as I inhaled deeply, savoring the little-girl scent of Keri’s sex. Intoxicating.

My mouth watered to taste her. I closed my eyes, lowered my face to the glistening crack.

My daughter whimpered as my tongue emerged to take that first luxurious lick. She tasted wonderful, just like a little girl ought to. All things nice, I thought, closing my eyes as I licked her again. Keri moaned, her trembling hands now cradling my head, then breathed, “Mommy…”

I burrowed my face between her thin thighs, cupped her bottom in my squeezing hands and took her cunt into my mouth, licking and sucking at her bare slit like a woman possessed. I couldn’t believe that I was doing such a thing — going down on my own ten-year-old daughter! I made love to Keri in a sweet frenzy, pleasuring her, showing her just how wonderful she was. Making her feel like the most special creature in the world.

Soon Keri shook and screamed, her little voice filled with the sweet, sweet pain of climax. The sound of her ecstasy drove me wild, and I kissed and tongued my daughter’s pussy until she could stand no more, finally pushing my face away with clumsy hands, the breath frozen in her lungs. Then she exhaled noisily and relaxed into the warm sheets.

I continued to lightly kiss, kiss, kiss her thighs and her soft tummy, finally crawling up to take this naked angel into my arms. I could feel Keri’s heart throbbing as I held her, placing gentle kisses on her flushed face.

Her arms reached around me, and she burrowed her face into my breasts. “Oh… Mommy,” she whispered, “that was so… so good!”

I gently tilted her face up to mine. “I love you, honey,” I murmured, “more than anyone or anything. You are the world to me.”

I kissed her mouth tenderly, my lips still moist from her pussy. Keri shyly returned my kiss — but when my tongue emerged to tease at her lower lip, she got over her shyness right away, matching my passion with a fervor that left me breathless.

When we broke apart, her eyes were filled with wonder. “What did you do to me, Mommy? Were you licking me… down there?”

“Yes, honey,” I murmured, cuddling Keri close. “I kissed your pussy… and licked it. That’s how grownups make love, you know.” I hesitated, then decided to be honest with her. “And I… I wanted to make love to you, sweetheart.”

“Oh, wow,” she purred, her eyes glowing with happiness. “that’s what I wanted to do to you, too.” We shared a tender kiss, then Keri gazed at me shyly, biting her lower lip. “Mommy…?”

God, my head was swimming. “Yes, honey?”

“Can I — could I kiss you… down there, too? I want to make you feel good.”

Wasn’t that sweet? My adorable daughter, bashfully asking for permission to go down on me. I was so touched that I felt like shedding tears of joy. Instead, I pulled Keri close to me and rubbed noses with her. “Of course you can, angel. I’d love that.”

Her face lit up. “Yay!” she squeaked. Then, without any further ado, my child squirmed her way down between my thighs.

I lay there, trembling in anticipation, feeling the warmth of Keri’s breath against my skin. A moan burst from my lips as she touched my cunt with curious fingers. “You’re so wet, Mommy…” she cooed, “and you smell really good!”

I clawed the sheets, my body taut as piano wire. I needed my little girl’s mouth on me so desperately right then. “Please,” I breathed… “oh, honey, please…”

And I cried out as Keri pressed a warm kiss into my cunt. “Mmmm…” she purred, and then my baby began to lick me.

Keri was tentative at first, exploring me with her mouth, savoring the scent and taste of a woman for the first time. But she quickly grew bolder, and pressed her face deeper into my thick pubes, her mouth exploring every inch of my cunt as if she’d been born for this.

I palmed my breasts, panting for breath as my ten-year-old child pleasured me. Her tongue was warm and wet, her mouth drinking from my cunt as if it was my nipple. The joy I felt as I gazed down to see my adorable child’s contented face buried in my pubes, happily eating my pussy… well, it was a thrill beyond anything I could put into words.

Then suddenly I was coming, the sensations pounding through my body before I knew it. My head was jerking as if it were on a string, legs trembling so hard they hurt. Keri continued to lick and suck at my pulsing cunt, oblivious to everything but bringing joy to her mother.

Finally I moaned, “No more, honey,” and lay there gasping for breath as a little angel crawled into my arms.

Her face was flushed and radiant, eyes shining with love. “Was… was that good, Mommy?” she whispered.

I answered my daughter by taking her face in my hands and planting my mouth on hers, kissing my child with every bit of the love and happiness I felt in my heart at that moment. Her eyes closed and her tongue joined mine in a lusty ballet, her little arms wrapping themselves around me. I nuzzled my baby’s sticky lips and chin, savoring the taste of my sex on her face.

Finally my lips parted from hers, and I caressed Keri’s cheek. “Oh, honey,” I said, “I adore you. Being with you like this… well, it means more than I can say.”

Keri rested her face on my breast, first kissing it softly. “I love this, Mommy.” She raised her face to mine. “And I love you!”

I cuddled my daughter close, and we lay together contentedly, finally drifting to sleep.

After that wonderful, magical night, we just couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I did feel weird about things at first. It felt just, so, I don’t know… so much like bad behavior on my part. As the mother of an infant and a ten-year-old girl, I knew that this wasn’t the kind of parenting that the PTA would endorse.

But in a strange and marvelous way, the love I had shared with my sweet daughter felt so powerfully right, so good. I was smitten by her!

Keri quickly developed a powerful appetite for lesbian lovemaking. In fact, she nearly wore me out, but I wasn’t complaining. She’d do things like wander into the living room while I was reading and casually lie across my lap, allowing her t-shirt to slide up far enough to reveal her delightfully bare bottom. Seldom was I able to resist that little trick. I’d usually bend down, part her cheeks and explore the crack of her ass with my tongue.

Or I’d be standing in the kitchen, washing dishes, and Keri would sneak up behind me and slip her little hand beneath my skirt to fondle my cunt. More often than not, she would soon have me leaning back against the sink as she ate me out.

We seldom wore anything but long t-shirts around the house, wanting to have full access to each other’s bodies whenever the mood took us. And it did take us, often.

Our life as lovers has been pure bliss. I don’t know how much longer this will last, but I’m grateful for every moment.

*****

This story is the second of my adaptations from the work of Louisa May, one of Leslita’s most beloved writers. (Her writing can also be found at the Nifty Archive, and is well worth your time.) It is an expansion and reworking of “Spilt Milk,” an exquisite tale told in three parts. I craved a fourth chapter so badly that I finally wrote one myself, then reworked the earlier parts extensively, attempting to tell the story in my own way without losing the charm and heat of the original.

This is the final result, offered in loving tribute to Louisa May. Thank you, dear lady, for the inspiration; and for allowing me to share my version with the world. You are greatly missed.

9 Comments on Kari, My Love, Part Two

  1. grandpa says:

    Loved your story…gave me a delicious amount of precum to enjoy as I read and a great cum at the conclusion..thanks !

  2. kimberly says:

    thanks I was grateful for every moment too.

  3. JetBoy says:

    Thanks ever so for the kind words. My hat is officially tipped to you both.

  4. Jim says:

    I really liked your story. It was so easy to read because of the way you progressed through it. I could see in my mind’s eye what they were doing. I’m beginning to really enjoy the stories on this site; full of erotic tender love between mother and daughter. I still like father/daughter stories but mother/daughter…mmmm too. Thank you.

  5. JetBoy says:

    Much appreciated, Jim. I hope my other stories please you as well. (That’s a hint, noble sir.)

  6. robt66 says:

    Very vivid sexy story JetBoy. My OCD flared up because of the mismatch in spelling Keri/Kari though.

  7. sue says:

    yeah forgot how good this story was, my favorite part, well I love it all, but that special moment getting naked together.

    “Um…” Now she was a little embarrassed. “Nothing.” Suddenly blushing, she quickly lay back down.

    “Keri?” I whispered, still lightly stroking that soft little bottom. “What is it, sweetheart? You can tell me…”

    Again she popped up, concentrated, decided. “Can I… take my panties off first?” She grimaced and buried her face back into my chest.

    “Silly girl, of course you can. That’s a very good idea.” I pretended to think for a bit. “In fact, honey… why don’t you take everything off? You’d be more comfortable, I bet.”

    Her head popped up. “Cool!” She grinned, then jumped up to stand above me. Off with the t-shirt, down with the panties, and then… she dived back down. Mmmmmmmm, naked little Keri against me.

    “Hmm,” I mused aloud. “Should I take off my clothes? I don’t know…”

    “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”

    “Think so?” She nodded vigorously. “Well then, I guess I will.” I sat up, unbuttoning my shirt, then slipped it off, casting it to the floor. “Want to take my panties off, honey?”

    Big surprised grin. “Sure!” She knelt between my legs, her lips pursed in concentration, grasping the waistband with both hands. And she slowly tugged my panties down as I lifted my hips.

    had to read the story again now and cum again now.

  8. allbottom says:

    I so wish this was a true story

  9. GoldButterfly says:

    Lovely story! I would hope that mom and daughter had a long and lovely relationship, knowing that they belonged together.

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