Vice is Nice But… Part One

  • Posted on May 12, 2016 at 11:33 am

By StarSapphire

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in June 2008 }

Tracy sat patiently awaiting the arrival of little 4-year-old Suzy’s mother, Marie. Suzy was sound asleep and it only remained to collect her babysitting fee from her mom before she could call it a night. As she waited her thoughts turned to Marie, as they had many times before.

Tracy was a normal 13-year-old girl with all that that implied, hormones included. The thing that wasn’t exactly normal was her love of other girls, or women, and specifically Marie, her busty babysitting source of weekend cash. Tracy frequently fantasized about Marie, of them being somehow magically together as a ‘couple’, and of all the sex that would flow from that union. She often masturbated to the vision of Marie’s breasts, naked and full, ready for her eager young hands and lips. She wondered endlessly about Marie’s nipples, how big they were and what color. Noting Marie’s dark wavy hair she guessed that her pussy fur would be dark as well, but how thick? Or did she, like Tracy, shave away any traces of those indelible marks of womanhood? She ached to find out.

“Hi Tracy, I’m home!”

Snapped out of her revelry, Tracy turned on the couch to greet the delectable object of her hidden desires.

Marie came in to the living room after a night out with a local boyfriend, a relationship that was more friendly than hot and which had left her not a little aroused, slightly tipsy, and unsatisfied. Gazing at her babysitter, Marie thought that she’d be smashing one day, her long honey blond hair hanging loose, those puffy, kissable lips and small breast buds promising to emerge into adult fullness. Her hips had already begun to take on a more womanly curve too, she mused, envying the girl her youth and feeling a bit shocked at the spark of arousal that shot through her as she looked down on young Tracy’s budding young form.

“Did you have a good time?” Tracy asked.

“Oh, it was okay, I guess. Harry’s just a friend, so nothing too exciting,” Marie sighed.

Tracy commiserated with a shrug and a smile and gazed longingly at Marie as she went to her purse to find money to pay her. She hungered after her large breasts and was entranced by her round ass cheeks and long legs, hidden beneath her dress jeans. She wondered just how she was going to handle these feelings.

“Here, honey, there’s your pay and well earned,” she said, handing over some bills to Tracy.

“Oh Suzy’s no trouble. I love her to bits!” Tracy replied, pocketing the money without counting it.

Seeing that it was a Saturday night and she was home a bit early, Marie invited Tracy to stay and chat for awhile before going home.

Pretending to look around for prying eyes, she smiled wickedly and poured Tracy a glass of white wine, something that had become a special treat over the past months, and Tracy giggled her acceptance of the trust and intimacy it implied before taking a sip.

“So, a penny for your thoughts, Tracy. You look a little bewildered. Too soon for the wine to hit you, so what’s up, girlfriend?”

Tracy was caught unawares by Marie’s directness, but rather than mumble some excuse, she decided to be a bit more forthright. “Well I was looking at you and, uh, wondering if I’ll ever look as good.” Tracy dropped her face before blushing profusely.

Marie laughed. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” she replied.

“No, seriously. I mean, will I ever have boobs as nice as yours, do you think?” Tracy asked, looking first at her own emerging buds, then over at Marie’s mature 35 year old chest. “Like my mom’s boobs are kinda big, is that what I’m going to have?” she queried.

“Tracy honey, I have no way of knowing, except that I think you look just fine the way you are,” she said, realizing in an instant just how true that statement was. “I mean it ain’t all about boobs anyway. So mine are big. Does that make me happier? I don’t think so. Just be patient and see what Mother Nature has in store for you. Besides, I think you’re really cute for your age. Don’t be in such a hurry to grow up.”

“You like the way I look?”

“Yeah I do. You have the greatest smile, lovely blue eyes, and a butt I only wish I had.”

Tracy blushed at this unexpected compliment. She did think she had a nice ass, but a second opinion never hurt, especially coming from someone she had this raging crush on. “But you have a great butt too!” she exclaimed.

Marie smiled. “Do you think so? This old thing? It’s not too big, is it?” she queried looking down at her hips.

“Not at all! It’s even smaller than my mom’s and my mom’s ass looks really great!”

“Yes, it does,” Marie murmured. She felt a little embarrassed about just how attracted lately she’d become to Tracy’s mom Shirley. She’d never looked at other women before in a sexual way and she was understandably nervous about her feelings, which were beginning to include young Tracy, who was right before her with a face flushed with – wine? Excitement? Marie couldn’t tell.

“But it’s really your breasts that I think are so awesome. They’re even bigger than Mom’s. Mine are still so puny,” Tracy sighed, running her hands over her tiny breasts for emphasis.

Marie leaned back and saw Tracy staring at her chest. She had on a loose red silk blouse and a black bra underneath. She stretched her elbows behind her back and deliberately displayed herself to her young friend as she watched her lightly stroke her nipple area. A shiver ran through her.

“So you like my breasts?” Marie replied, feeling excited at Tracy’s attention.

Tracy giggled and covered her mouth, turning beet red. “Yes, I really do. In fact…” she hesitated a second. “I’d really like to see them.”

Oh my God! she thought, I’ve actually gone and asked her to show me her tits! Tracy felt a flush of embarrassment wash through at her boldness.

Marie was at first a bit shocked, and turned bright red at Tracy’s request. She’d never contemplated doing something as brazen as this with someone. Show her my breasts? In spite of her slight shock and embarrassment, though, a wave of heated arousal also rolled through. She’d never done anything quite like this before, especially with a thirteen year old girl, cute as she was.

Should I really go through with this? she thought. Show Tracy my tits? Is it even legal? But then she thought What the hell, it’s just us girls, isn’t it? It seemed the wine and drinks from earlier were melting her resistance, as well as peaking her sexual excitement. She had no other explanation she was willing to admit to just then.

“I’m sorry!” pleaded Tracy. “That was really a crazy thing I was asking you to do. Please forget I ever said it!” She was mortified that Marie might react badly to her request.

“No, no, baby!” cried Marie. “It’s all right, I think I know how you feel, and it’s just us girls, isn’t it, so why not? I’m glad you like them but hey, before I do that I’ve got to get you to promise you won’t tell anyone about this, especially Shirley, okay?”

“Oh gosh, no problem! I won’t tell anyone, especially not Mom!” Tracy exclaimed. She’s going to do it, she’s going to take off her top and show me her tits! Tracy squealed to herself. “And besides, I think Mom would like to be here anyway. I think she likes you.”

“You mean…”

“Yes, Mom’s told me she thinks you’re hot. Gosh, I hope that doesn’t offend you! Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything,” Tracy clapped a hand over her mouth.

Marie was certainly taken aback at this admission, and gulped down her glass of wine before replying. “Oh no, honey! I – I think that’s just so sweet. No, thank you for telling me, Tracy. I think your mom’s pretty hot too. And I know she’s gay, she’s told me,” Marie filed this bit of exciting information away to be contemplated later. “But for now, I believe there is something that you want to look at, is there not?”

“Yes, please!” squeaked Tracy.

Without further ceremony, Marie began undoing the buttons on her blouse, exposing a glimpse of cleavage and flashing a trace of her lacy black bra cups as she continued. She had never actually stripped in front of someone before and was very excited. She undid the sleeve buttons next, then looked directly at Tracy as she quickly removed her top, feeling its cool softness slide from her shoulders as she let it drop. She could see the arousal in the young girl’s eyes and felt a wonderful sense of power come over her as she reached behind and unclasped her tight bra, letting it slide down her arms to the floor. Her breasts were free and her hard pink nipples stood fully erect.

As Tracy gazed at the sight, her jaw practically fell on the floor. She thought she might almost have wet her self by the amount of juices flowing from her small cunny.

“Oh my God, they’re beautiful!” Tracy drank in the sight, astonished at how easy and fast this had all occurred. Her breasts are even bigger in person than when covered up! And her nipples are so big and pink! “Can I, like, touch them, do you think?” Tracy stuttered.

In for a penny, Marie thought, and put her hands under her luscious globes, presenting them for Tracy’s manual inspection. “Yeah, baby,” she murmured.

Tracy reached out with her small hands and eagerly began fondling Marie’s soft breast flesh and hard pink nipples. Marie closed her eyes and gasped at the youngster’s touch. Bolts of arousal were shooting through her as Tracy began playing with her aching nipples, rubbing and pulling on them.

“Suck them, baby, suck my nipples for me,” Marie groaned as she felt herself succumbing completely to her arousal.

Tracy complied, still not believing what was happening. Her biggest fantasy was coming true and she was squirming with the excitement. Her lips encased one nipple, licking and sucking on it and hearing Marie’s cries of pleasure. Her hand was meanwhile kneading Marie’s other breast rhythmically…

****

After Tracy had left that evening — thankfully, before things could get out of control — Marie had to take stock of all she’d seen, done, and heard. As if coming out of a trance, Marie had stopped what was obviously headed towards a sinfully wicked sexual encounter, despite all the animalistic passions in her that urged her to continue having sex with young Tracy; to get both herself and the girl off in a boiling climax.

Marie was overwhelmed by her feelings. Not only had she brazenly bared her breasts to her thirteen-year-old babysitter, but that babysitter was a girl. And she had been so aroused by what took place that she had fingered herself to at least five orgasms before finally falling into a dreamless sleep. Although she awoke rested, her mind was awhirl with the enormity of what had happened to her the night before.

I can’t blame it on the alcohol, she thought, I just didn’t drink that much and I clearly remember everything. No, she had to own what happened, and realize that a part of her was attracted, no, hugely attracted to other girls. But to girls of thirteen?

She let her mind wander, and remembered how Tracy had said her mom had thought her hot. A little shiver ran through her as she pictured her neighbor Shirley in her mind. Shirley was the hottie, she thought, with her long wavy blond hair, tall frame, and large breasts. Marie guessed her age at about thirty-five, a few years in advance of her own twenty-nine. She certainly hoped that Tracy would keep her word and not tell Shirley about allowing her daughter to fondle her naked breasts!

There was something in the way that Tracy had said that her mom thought she was hot that hinted that Shirley might know a lot more about this girl-having-sex-with-girl thing than she’d ever let Marie know. While not close friends, she decided she had to get to know Shirley a little bit better, if only to pick her brains on this brand new subject for her because she was genuinely confused about what she felt, for whom, and why. Especially her feelings towards Tracy.

*****

Shirley and Marie met in Marie’s kitchen that warm Sunday afternoon, while Tracy was out with friends and young Suzy was with her dad. While they had both chatted over the fence, neither had actually been inside the other’s home.

Shirley was impressed with Marie’s design sense and housekeeping. I’ll have to give my place a spring cleaning before I return the invitation, Shirley thought looking around.

“I really like your place,” Shirley complimented, and silently admired the way Marie looked, even in a tight blue T-shirt and jeans.

“Why, thank you,” Marie replied as they began discussing various features of the house as a way to open the conversation. “But what I really wanted to talk to you about was Tracy.”

“There’s no problem, is there? My God, Tracy loves Suzy and sitting for you,” Shirley exclaimed.

“No, not with her babysitting. She’s darling, and Suzy adores her. It’s more about her relationship with me. Last night — I mean, well, I think Tracy has a kind of crush on me,” Marie confessed.

Shirley looked amused and smiled at Marie’s obvious embarrassment. She had thought something like that was happening and was not displeased. She herself was far more into other women than men, and was glad to see Tracy following in her footsteps. She’d even been having her own nasty thoughts of Tracy recently that surprised her with their intensity.

“So, how do you know she feels that way?” Shirley asked. “I mean, it’s okay. I’m not shocked or anything.”

“Well, I let something happen last night…” Marie trailed off. Shirley waited patiently. “She actually asked to see my breasts!” she finally gasped. “And I showed them to her and let her touch them and everything!”

Shirley thought that if Marie’s face got any redder, she’d be radiating in ultraviolet soon.

Marie felt like she was in endless purgatory, awaiting final judgment.

Then Shirley laughed, breaking the unbearable tension Marie felt. “Wow, she must have thought she’d died and gone to heaven!”

Marie looked at Shirley’s laughing face. “You mean, you’re okay with that?”

“Yes, of course I am. And I am really impressed that you would tell me about it too. I thought Tracy was really stuck on you and, like me, into other girls. Thank you for confirming that for me. Is that all you two did?”

“Yes, it was. But I can tell you I truly wanted it to go farther,” Marie confessed. “I stopped things before they got out of hand, but now that you know, do you still want Tracy babysitting in my home?”

Shirley could see Marie’s dilemma. Having Tracy around would likely cause an unbearable tension, and could definitely lead to more happening. She gently sidestepped the question for the moment.

“What about you, Marie? How do you feel about Tracy, about other women?”

“Honestly, until Tracy I hadn’t thought much about other women. I had a couple of experiences when I was younger, but I just thought that I was straight with a low sex drive. But I have to say that I feel enormously attracted to her. Even to you, now,” she giggled.

Shirley shivered inside, delighted with this turn of events. “Well, I must tell you the feeling is mutual. But what about Tracy? You want to go further with her, don’t you?”

“Of course I do! But what do you feel about that? And would Tracy really be open to making love with me?”

Shirley pondered the question. “Why don’t you ask her?”

“You mean that it’s, like, okay with you if I have sex with your daughter?” Marie asked, slightly astonished.

“Yes, but under one condition – you tell me all about it,” Shirley smiled. “I want to know all the details!”

On her way home, Marie’s head was all a whirl. Shirley’s permission to have sex with her daughter had certainly added fuel to the fire she felt burning inside her. But had she really given her permission? My God, she thought, where is this going?

And it even seemed that Shirley wanted her too. God, life was so much simpler just a week ago! It would be three long days before she saw Tracy again, and she found herself deep in anticipation.

Those three days passed slowly. Marie had been fantasizing every day, masturbating in bed, in the shower, even in her kitchen, memories of Tracy’s touch firing her imagination.

On the evening of the third day, Marie greeted Tracy as she arrived to sit for Suzy. Tracy looked delicious in a powder blue short-sleeved top and a short blue jean skirt, her legs tanned and thin but nicely shaped. The buds of her little breasts pressed against her top and clearly showed she had worn no bra.

“I’ll only be a couple of hours, Tracy, so it will be a short night for you.” Not too short, she hoped.

“Gosh, that’s fine, Marie!” Tracy replied, not a hint of their last meeting showing in her demeanour.

In truth, Marie had no plans to go anywhere. Her sole purpose was to see Tracy again soon without appearing too eager. So she took herself out for a nice meal, then went to the public library. When she felt an appropriate period of time had passed she returned home, deep in anticipation but very nervous.

As she walked in the door, Tracy was watching TV. “Oh hi, Marie! I just put Suzy down,” she announced from the couch.

“That’s wonderful!” Marie said and joined Tracy on the sofa, sitting a foot or so away from the girl. At this point their eyes met and they both blushed, remembering their last encounter.

“It’s funny,” said Tracy. “Mom’s been acting kind of strange since the other night. It’s like she knows something. I know that’s silly, but that’s the feeling she gives me.”

“Tracy, how do you feel about what we did the other night? Please don’t feel embarrassed. I was happy showing you my boobs,” Marie said, feeling herself becoming aroused and astonished at her boldness. “In fact we can do that again, but on one condition – you let me see yours, too.”

“But I barely have any!” Tracy moaned, feeling so relieved that Marie was okay with what happened, and apparently wanting to go farther.

“No, my sweet, yours are beautiful.” Marie moved closer to Tracy then put her arm around her shoulder. “W-would you show them to me now?” she asked nervously, bending her head down to lightly touch her lips against Tracy’s. She heard Tracy sigh as their lips met and she pressed a little more firmly. Tracy’s lips opened slightly and she slipped her tongue between her soft lips and played and tangled with the young girl’s sweet tongue as their kiss deepened.

Marie gently broke away. “Now sweetheart, show me now,” she whispered.

As Marie’s hands began to remove her own blouse, Tracy slowly raised her top up and off, exposing a pair of delightful breast mounds capped by small pink puffy nipples. Marie stared in awe at Tracy’s naked chest, then reached behind and unclasped her black lacy bra, letting it fall forward over her arms and off. Tracy stared intently as Marie’s nipples hardened under her gaze.

“Oh Tracy, your titties are just so sweet,” Marie muttered, her eyes glued to the sight of the topless 13-year-old. “May I touch them?”

“Oh, yes, please! and me too?” Tracy watched as Marie arched her back and presented her breasts to Tracy. Then they both reached out and cupped each other, Marie marvelling at the delicate softness of Tracy’s little nubs and the foamy feel of her puffy pink nipples. Tracy, in turn, felt the womanly fullness of Marie’s tits and took delight in her hard nipples against her palms.

Both were extremely turned on, their juices flowing.

“Tracy honey, would you like us to go farther? I mean you’re turning me on so much baby and, well I’d like to see the rest of you too.”

“Yes, please!” Tracy squealed. “I mean, I love you so much and…”

“Me too, baby. Then let’s go upstairs to my bedroom.”

Marie took Tracy’s hand, stood up and led the girl to her inner sanctum.

****

As Marie left, Shirley was almost thunderstruck by what had transpired. Did I really give Marie permission to have sex with my daughter? Oh my God! she thought then recalled her own passionate longing every time she looked at young Tracy. She was shivering from both arousal and nerves. She knew Tracy was precocious and bright, but to be so forward with Marie? My, my, she mused.

Then she thought about the condition she had given to Marie. Did she want all the details of their lovemaking as a way to vicariously enjoy her nubile young daughter, letting her have sex with another woman, without any of the guilt or baggage that would ensue if she really did have sex with Tracy herself?

I’m a coward, Shirley thought, images of Tracy and Marie together burning in her imagination. Almost unconsciously, a hand had begun gently squeezing her own breast while her thighs rubbed together of their own accord, the tight fabric of her jeans pressing and rubbing against her swollen clit.

Almost without thought she undid her jeans, ran down the zipper, thrust a hand into her panties and began to masturbate in hard rapid strokes. She squeezed her breast harder and pinched her nipple. Her passionate rubbing and squeezing soon brought on a bone-racking, sopping wet orgasm that splashed over her busy hand.

Continue on to Part Two

5 Comments on Vice is Nice But… Part One

  1. Poppabear or PoppaClyde2 says:

    If “Shirley and Marie met in Marie’s kitchen that warm Sunday afternoon,” why did Marie find herself thinking to herself “On her way home”?

    Just a small detail, StarSapphire and JetBoy, but, these little things matter.

  2. Myka says:

    We just love the story so far and, if we see, or barely register ‘slips’, in many of the stories we read we don’t care in the slightest as far as if the loving, combined with erotica gets through, well yummie yummie :)
    Nice one so far StarSapphire :)

    • It’s kind of interesting how readers have varying responses to the question of whether small errors in continuity make a difference in their enjoyment of a story. For me, personally, it matters a lot. I can become very distracted by little things that don’t add up.

      Not everyone is as ‘anal’ about that kind of stuff as I am, of course, but some people probably are. So that’s why we try to be as attentive as possible to fixing errors in stories before we post them. Sometimes we miss, obviously, and that’s where our sharp-eyed readers can help out.

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