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Happenstance, Chapter 2

  • Posted on September 30, 2016 at 2:49 pm

By No One

The electric feeling from before was back. Melina’s whole body seemed to be tingling with some sort of erotic energy. It made her nipples harden against the fabric of her bra. A pleasant warmth was also suddenly spreading between her legs. Her cheeks flushed, a little embarrassed at her body’s reaction, but not enough to break the kiss just yet. She was quite satisfied with her decision to go through with it at that moment.

“Wow,” she breathed after the kiss did eventually end – she couldn’t quite tell if it had been seconds or minutes.

“Mmm yeah,” Abbie purred, letting out a deep sigh of contentment. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while now.”

Melina let out a surprised laugh. “Really? So you’ve been checking me out and thinking about kissing me… You’re full of surprises today.”

“I guess I am,” Abbie agreed, winking at her before leaning in again for another kiss.

This time Melina led the dance and immediately slipped her tongue into her friend’s mouth, making her moan softly. Apparently this kissing business just gets better the more you do it, because this kiss turned out even more exciting and electric than the previous one, something Melina had not thought possible. It did not end until both girls were a little out of breath.

“Holy crap,” Melina commented afterwards.

“I agree,” Abbie said, and they both grinned at each other.

“So… is there anything else you’ve been thinking about me that I should know about?” Melina asked after she had caught her breath a little.

“Well, maybe a few things,” Abbie replied slowly, gazing into her friend’s eyes with a look that Melina suspected was pure lust.

Abbie’s hand came up to the other girl’s belly and she started tracing lazy circles on her skin with one finger, making Melina shiver at the sensation. Their lips met once again, without tongue this time, but that might be just as well since Melina didn’t think she could have concentrated on her tongue movement with her friend’s distracting hand roaming over her body.

There was a pleasant exhilaration to anticipating the motion of the fingers on her skin, going this way and that a little erratically, but still with a suspiciously upwards general direction. While she had expected the hand to finally cup her breast, the actual contact still made her break the kiss with a little cry. She had fondled her own breasts a bit before in intimate moments, and while that had been pretty nice, the sensation seemed decoupled when someone else did it for you. It felt like a little shock that went straight from her hard nipple down to the warmth between her legs, making her whole body jerk a little in the process.

“Was that okay?” Abbie asked playfully as her hand came away from her friend’s bra, but not before giving a last flick on her nipple, making her twitch and gasp once more.

“Y-yeah, I think so,” Melina said, still a little overwhelmed by the sensation.

Abbie leaned back a little, looking pointedly at the other girl’s bra-clad chest. “I think we have another unfair clothing situation here.”

“O-oh, right, I guess so,” Melina said, also glancing down at her chest.

Leaning in close again, Abbie’s hands went up her friend’s back until she reached the clasp of her bra. “May I?” she asked with a wink.

Melina swallowed and nodded, sticking to her decision of not overthinking things. She had not been disappointed up to now.

There was a pleasant moment of their bodies pushing together as Abbie pressed close to peer at Melina’s back, depositing a kiss on her neck while she was at it.

“Oh yeah, these things are much easier to manage when you can see what you’re doing,” she commented as she undid the bra, and they both giggled. Sitting back, she took the bra with her, Melina allowing her to pull it off her arms.

Melina felt her cheeks burn brighter as her friend’s eyes devoured her now revealed modest breasts. She had to fight the urge to cover up with her hands.

“Mmm, I love your big boobs,” Abbie said huskily.

Melina snorted at her silliness. “Big? They’re barely any bigger than yours. You’d need like a microscope to tell the difference.”

There was a moment of silence as the analogy was pondered.

“Not sure how a microscope would…” Abbie began.

“Yeah, dunno how that would work,” Melina said at the same time. They both laughed.

Anyway, my point was… I love these,” Abbie said as she suddenly cupped her friend’s boobs in both her hands and gave them a squeeze, making her cry out in surprise and unexpected pleasure. Melina quickly put a hand over her mouth, though it was a bit too late, as her friend grinned at her. The girl had gone from an embarrassed confession of lesbianism to being a bold and daring temptress in record time, Melina thought. Then again, to be fair, she herself had gone from having never thought about girls this way to… well, whatever they were doing now.

Glancing at the door, she said: “If we’re going to… do stuff like this, maybe I should put on some music to cover things up.” She didn’t quite know how far things would go, but she was getting the idea that Abbie was ready for a lot, and she wasn’t sure she wanted her to stop either.

“Good idea,” Abbie said, still grinning.

Melina got up, walked over to her laptop, and queued up an album she liked with sufficient volume. Turning back, she saw her friend, laying back on the bed resting on her elbows, admiring her. Not for the first type today, she felt a flush of mixed embarrassment and excitement. Abbie still had a rather cocky grin on her lips, and she thought maybe it was time the girl had a taste of her own medicine.

Walking up to the bed, she sat down next to her friend. A bit hesitantly, she put her hand on Abbie’s flat belly, then caressed her way up until she was cupping her right breast. The other girl let out a sharp gasp, which turned into a moan as Melina kept kneading her sensitive flesh. Soon, her left hand was also busy on her friend’s small chest, pleasuring her other breast. Moaning louder now, Abbie closed her eyes and let herself fall back on the bed completely.

“Mmm, Mel,” she whispered huskily, “that feels so nice.”

It was very weird to hear her name uttered in passion like this. Weird but… arousing. Melina let her hands roam over her friend’s body, from her neck to her tummy, with of course special attention to her boobs. She had to admit this new experience of giving someone else pleasure was quite intoxicating. Every movement she made elicited a response in the other girl: a gasp, a moan, a twitch, even a sharp little cry when she tried pinching a nipple.

After a moment, she noticed her friend’s hips bucking suggestively. She wondered if she realized she was doing it, or if it was subconscious. Moving one hand from Abbie’s upper body, she started also caressing her thighs. Biting her lip, she pondered if she dared give the other girl what her body seemed to be demanding. She grinned to herself as she imagined what her friend’s reaction might be. She figured, if they had already gone this far…

Very slowly, she dragged her hand up one thigh. Abbie showed no reaction yet, possibly distracted by Melina’s other hand playing with a nipple. Finally reaching her friend’s shorts, she was out of room to move upwards. Deciding herself, she pressed her hand directly between the other girl’s legs, already feeling her warmth through the clothing.

Abbie let out a loud cry which stretched into a moan. Her eyes opened wide and she stared at her friend. Though she had received the satisfying reaction she wanted, looking at the other girl’s shocked expression, Melina now had to wonder if she had gone a bit too far. Hesitating, she took her hand away from her friend’s crotch.

“Don’t stop,” Abbie pleaded urgently in a whisper. “Please.”

Smiling shyly at her, Melina resumed her caress of her best friend’s most intimate place. Alternating between pressing hard and more softly, moving her hand up and down, it seemed to have the desired effect.

“Mmm yesss,” Abbie moaned, shutting her eyes in pleasure and pushing her hips against her friend’s hand.

She was getting really worked up now. Her moans were louder and louder, and Melina hoped the music was still doing its job. A sheen of sweat now covered the other girl’s body, and a strand of her hair was plastered on her forehead. She’s so pretty like that, she caught herself thinking. Unsure how to feel, she pushed the thought away. It wasn’t really the time to ponder this.

“Oh. Mel,” Abbie moaned. At that moment, Melina thought she might be able to get used to pretty girls moaning her name in ecstasy. “Mel,” she repeated more urgently, and Melina realized she wasn’t just moaning her name but actually trying to get her attention. Slowing her caresses, she raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

“Do you think you could…” she hesitated, breathing hard. “You know…” Her hand went down to her shorts and she undid the button in guise of explanation.

“Oh,” Melina said, seeing what she was getting at. She had to admit that, according to her own experimentation over the past year of so, direct contact was indeed a lot better. It was a bit late to turn back now, anyway. Though blushing furiously and unable to meet her friend’s gaze, she nodded.

Unzipping Abbie’s shorts revealed her white panties. Melina took a deep breath, then slipped her hand under the waistband. Her friend’s smooth sex was wet and burning, and so ready. Even her panties felt soaked against the back of her hand.

“Wow, you’re so wet,” she giggled.

“Shut up,” Abbie laughed bashfully. Her embarrassment was immediately forgotten though, as Melina resumed her caresses, now directly on her sensitive sex.

Her fingers now slick with her friend’s excitement, she moved them up and down her slit, in and out of the folds of her treasure. It didn’t take long before Abbie’s moans redoubled. A finger pressed to her clit drew a sharp cry.

“Yes! Mel, yes, right there,” Abbie moaned urgently.

Melina grinned to herself; it didn’t look like Abbie wanted things to last. She concentrated on her most sensitive spot, making small circles with her fingertips on her clit. The reaction was immediate: her body thrashed wildly, her breath came in fast as if she had just sprinted a mile. Melina estimated she was very close. This is hot, she thought, already somewhat more comfortable with the idea. Something else to think about later.

“Oh, yes, Mel! I’m gonna… I’m…” Abbie’s words were interrupted when her back arched off the bed and her mouth froze open in a silent scream, her eyes screwed tightly shut. She remained fixed in that position for several long seconds, and Melina was a bit relieved she was having a silent orgasm, because that looked like an ear-shattering scream caught in her throat. The music would probably not have covered that. Finally, Abbie’s body crashed down on the bed, like a puppet with its strings cut. It still twitched erratically a little, and she seemed to be trying to shy away from the hand still trapped in her panties. Melina got the message, and took her hand out of her now too-sensitive intimacy.

“Oh… wow… oh my god…” Abbie tried to articulate through her heavy breathing.

Letting her catch breath, Melina contemplated her hand, still slick with her friend’s juices, unsure what one normally did in such a situation. Looking around, she grabbed a tissue off the bedside table and wiped her hand clean-ish.

“Oh my god, Mel, that was amazing,” Abbie said, having recovered a little. Suddenly sitting up, she grabbed her friend’s head with both hands and planted a long and passionate kiss on her lips, leaving the other girl a little out of breath herself.

“Oh. Well, you’re welcome,” Melina said sheepishly, one hand unconsciously coming up to scratch the back of her head.

“I mean it, that was like… just, wow. So much better than when I do it to myself.”

“Well, maybe your fingers just aren’t as talented as mine.” Melina winked at the other girl, wiggling her fingers in her face.

“Psh, my fingers are plenty good, I’ll have you know,” Abbie said, poking one of those fingers into Melina’s ribs. “It’s just… different when it’s someone else doing it,” she explained. Looking pointedly down at her friend’s skirt, she slowly ran a finger up her thigh. Melina thought she already knew what her next words would be. She was proven correct when the other girl looked up into her eyes and asked teasingly: “Want me to show you?”

Melina held her gaze for a moment, feeling her cheeks grow hot once again. Surely she was breaking some sort of blushing record today. She didn’t hesitate very long, though. While it was a big step that probably shouldn’t be taken lightly, in an afternoon already full of new experiences, the truth was that she was a horny mess at that moment. She had teased the other girl about her wetness, but she was pretty sure her own panties weren’t entirely dry either.

“O-okay,” she said simply.

Abbie gave her a big smile. “Lie down,” she said softly, and Melina let herself be gently pushed down on the bed. Her skirt was pushed up to reveal her girly pink panties. She thought she might have worn something a bit more mature if she had known this was going to happen, but Abbie didn’t seem to mind. “Cute,” she said with a wink.

Abbie hooked her fingers into the panties’ waistband, and Melina, though apprehensive, lifted her bum off the bed to allow her to pull them down her legs. Her young sex was revealed, smooth with a few dark hairs that had recently appeared. Abbie stared at it in a very embarrassing manner.

“Mmm, that’s a pretty pussy,” she commented, and Melina went from embarrassed to mortified.

“Oh, god,” she said, throwing her arm across her eyes. She figured it would be less awkward somehow if she didn’t see anything. She could still hear her friend giggle at her reaction, though.

“Hmm, actually… I want to try something,” Abbie said.

Melina frowned. Try something? She thought getting her “pretty pussy” rubbed by someone else would already be more than enough of a new experience. What did the girl have in mind? She felt her friend shift position on the bed, though she didn’t quite know what she was doing until she felt Abbie’s warm breath between her legs.

Her eyes opening wide, she raised herself up on her elbows to stare at Abbie, who was now lying face down before her.

“What are you-” she began, but her sentence turned into a cry halfway through when she felt her friend’s tongue take a slow, tentative lick across her slit. Melina stared in disbelief. Did she really just put her tongue…there?

“Don’t-” she tried to say, but again the tongue didn’t let her finish, this time pressing deeper into her intimacy. Letting out a loud moan, she let herself fall back down on the bed.

“Don’t? You sure?” Abbie asked teasingly. When Melina could only whimper in reply, her tongue resumed its ministrations, now more confidently playing with the folds of her sex.

Melina couldn’t believe what was happening. She had never imagined such a thing. It was so dirty. It felt so amazing. While it seemed to her that it must be pretty gross for her friend, she had quickly given up any objections when she saw how great it felt. Clearly, a hot wet tongue was better than any fingers.

In fact, Abbie’s tongue seemed to be getting more skilled by the second, teasing every nook and cranny of her treasure with varied motions: sometimes circular, sometimes up and down; at times slow, other times fast. It was driving Melina crazy. She couldn’t keep in the moans that escaped her lips, her hips jerked uncontrollably in response to the invading tongue, one hand had the bed sheets in a death grip while the other had come up of its own volition to play with her boobs.

When Abbie pressed her tongue against her clit, a loud cry forced its way past her lips and she had to firmly clamp a hand over her mouth. Giggling, her friend seemingly decided she was going to make her scream as loudly as possible, and concentrated her oral assault on her clit. The sensation was almost too intense to bear, waves of pleasure emanating from the sensitive organ and somehow spreading out through her entire body.

Something was building deep within her. She had come to know that feeling pretty well; knew that soon would come that ecstatic explosion. She didn’t think she had ever reached that state so quickly though. Just a few more seconds now, Abbie’s tongue on her clit would make sure of that. God, Abbie is licking my pussy, she thought, and with that the orgasm finally crashed into her body. Her consciousness was reduced to a pinpoint of pure pleasure and her body convulsed out of her control. She had considerable trouble concentrating on pressing her hand on her mouth as hard as could to avoid alerting her mother, and maybe the whole neighborhood.

She had never felt so good in her whole life.

Afterwards, she remained motionless for a while, simply trying to catch her breath. She felt Abbie move on the bed and sit next to her. Opening one eye, she saw the girl grinning at her, looking mighty proud of herself.

“Holy… holy crap,” she managed haltingly.

“That good, huh?” her friend asked, her grin growing even wider.

“That was…” Melina began, then shook her head, unable to find the words. “Where did you learn to do that?” she asked instead.

Abbie smiled sheepishly. “The internet.”

“What, they have a Wikipedia page about this or something?”

Abbie snorted. “Well, probably but… I meant more like, um, videos.”

It took a moment for Melina’s foggy brain to realize what she was referring to. “What! You looked at porn?” she exclaimed.

“Well, a little,” Abbie admitted bashfully, then she frowned at her friend. “Hey, you’re the one going into skeevy chat rooms, don’t give me crap about this.”

Melina giggled. “I guess. Mom installed a program that blocks dirty sites on my laptop anyway, it just doesn’t know that chat sites can be dirty.”

“Oh, well there you go, I bet you’d have looked up porn too if it wasn’t blocked!”

“Maybe,” Melina admitted with a grin. Thinking back to what had just happened, she hesitantly added: “But wasn’t it, like, gross? Putting your tongue… there?”

Abbie shrugged. “Nah, it wasn’t bad. Not really a strong taste. I kinda liked it,” she said with a wink.

Suddenly, they heard a voice from the corridor outside the room: “Meli, did you hear me?” Melina’s mom sounded like she was at the top of the stairs.

The girls looked at each other in panic for a moment, eyes wide, then scrambled to get dressed. Luckily, Abbie was still wearing her shorts, and Melina her skirt – even though there was nothing underneath. She kicked her discarded panties under the bed and grabbed the first shirt she could get her hands on from the wardrobe. “Err, hold on!” she called out as she was pulling the shirt over her head.

When she was somewhat presentable, she glanced at Abbie to make sure she also had her shirt back on, then – hoping she didn’t look like someone who just had sex – opened the door and came face to face with her mother, who seemed about to turn the doorknob herself.

“Oh err, what was that? Didn’t hear you ’cause of the music,” Melina said, trying not to sound guilty.

“Yes, that’s pretty loud, honey,” her mother said, frowning.

“Sorry,” Melina said, and motioned for Abbie to turn it off.

“I said that dinner is ready,” her mom repeated once quiet had returned.

“Oh okay, I’ll be right down.”

“Alright.” Her mother glanced from one girl to the other, looking like she thought they were acting strangely. She took a look around the room, then shrugged and went back downstairs.

The girls exchanged a look of relief, and Melina let out a long sigh.

“Well that was close. You think she heard anything?” she whispered.

“Hmm, you were pretty loud,” Abbie said with a satisfied smile, “but I think it was probably okay.”

Melina blushed a little. “I hope so. We gotta be more careful next time.”

Abbie grinned. “Next time?”

“Oh um, well, err…” Melina stammered. She had not really considered what she was saying. “Um, we’ll see,” she finally said.

“Okay,” Abbie agreed, though her smile faded a little.

“Anyway, I should, um…” Melina said awkwardly, gesturing towards the door and stairs.

“Yeah, okay.”

The girls went down the stairs and into the lobby.

“Well, I’ll see you at school tomorrow,” Melina said.

“Yeah, see ya,” Abbie said, then brushed her hand softly against Melina’s. They exchanged hesitant smiles before Abbie opened the door and left.

Left alone, Melina sighed. That was kinda awkward, she thought. Are things gonna be weird now? She wasn’t sure where their relationship stood exactly anymore.

* * *

Later that night, Melina kept twisting and turning in her bed, unable to sleep. The events of that afternoon kept going through her mind. There was so much to think about.

She had sex for the first time today. Maybe. Does what they did really count as sex? Probably not, she thought, but she wasn’t sure what to call it. Maybe she was a virgin until she did it for real with a boy.

In any case though, the point was she had her first sexual experience with someone else. And that someone else was her best friend. A girl. That took some effort to wrap her mind around. She couldn’t deny that the experience had been enjoyable. More than that: pretty amazing, even. Did it mean she was turning into a lesbian?

An image of Abbie, topless, sweaty, and writhing on her bed, flashed in her mind. She had to admit to herself that that was a rather sexy sight. It gave her a funny feeling in her stomach even now, maybe even a little heat between her legs. Shaking her head, she pushed the image from her mind.

Instead, she pictured Noah, a boy in her class that she had maybe a little bit of a crush on. He still seemed like a total cutie to her at that moment. What was that other word? Bisexual? Is that what was happening? She tried to picture some of the other girls in her class: redhead Alicia, who was friends with her and Abbie; little mousy Sara the gymnastics champion; stupid Ashley with her dumb huge boobs who could easily pass for 16 and it was so unfair. None of them really made her feel anything. Maybe if I saw them having an orgasm, she thought, and giggled.

Giving up on penetrating the mysteries of her attractions, her thoughts turned to the future. Would she fool around with Abbie again? Her friend certainly seemed to want to. Thinking about how good it had felt, she thought she might too. Her wandering mind brought to her an image of Abbie with her face between her legs, and she again felt a flush of heat in her panties. She couldn’t forget the other girl’s tongue on her most sensitive place.

What would it mean for their friendship, though? She loved Abbie dearly, as a friend. Would things change between them? If they starting fooling around, did that mean Abbie was her girlfriend? Is a lover just a best friend you have sex with? She sighed, confused. Maybe she was overthinking it. Maybe labels weren’t so important if they were just happy.

All this thinking about what had happened between the girls had started to get her in a bit of a state. Her hand slipped under the t-shirt she wore to bed, moved across her belly, and paused at the hem of her panties. She wanted some release. Was it weird to masturbate thinking about your best friend? She decided she didn’t care. Her fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties and into the hot, slick folds of her treasure.

“Mmm,” she sighed contentedly, as the doubts and questions in her mind were replaced with pure pleasure. Her fingers started teasing her young sex, slowly moving up and down her slit.

A sudden noise next to her made her jump and yank her hand out of her panties, before she realized it was only her phone vibrating on the nightstand. Shaking her head and laughing at herself, though a bit annoyed at having been interrupted, she picked up the device and unlocked the screen. She saw she had received a text message from Abbie.

Are we cool? it said, followed by a sad face.

Poor Abbie had probably been having doubts similar to hers. Maybe not about her sexuality, but certainly worries about their friendship. Whatever changed between them, one thing Melina was sure of was that they would remain friends.

We’re cool, she replied, with a happy face.

Good, came the reply a few seconds later, with a smiley face of her own.

Melina nodded to herself, glad they had at least cleared that up. She was considering resuming her previous activity when the phone again rumbled in her hand.

…cuz I just came thinking about you, it said, followed by a complex series of emoticons including a wink, a blush, shifty eyes, a heart, and a sweat drop.

Her eyes goggled at the text. Holy crap, that girl, she thought. What do you say to something like that? It looked like Abbie’s thoughts had indeed really been similar to her own tonight. Thinking about her friend in bed, rubbing at herself, made the warmth between her own thighs burn hotter. She wasn’t quite ready to admit something like that to the other girl, though.

With hands that were trembling a little, she typed out her tamer reply: lol hope you had fun.

Not as great as when you do it to me but pretty good, Abbie sent out after a moment. Melina giggled and sent her a wink. She wasn’t really comfortable enough to flirt or comment further just yet.

Putting the phone down on her nightstand, her hand then immediately went back into her panties. She found she was even wetter than before and shook her head at herself, though of course that didn’t stop her fingers from going to work, on the contrary.

She sighed deeply as her fingers started moving in a slow circle. Sexy images popped and shifted in her mind. Abbie in her own bed, doing the same thing as she was. Then she was with Abbie, and it was her fingers inside her friend’s panties, making her gasp and moan. Then the roles were reversed and she imagined it was the other girl’s fingers she was feeling between her legs. Fantasy-Abbie wasn’t satisfied with that for long though, and she yanked off the panties to use her mouth instead. That was an especially nice thought, and Melina teased her clit with a finger, fantasizing that it was her friend’s tongue instead. It was not as good, but still did the job.

Small moans escaped her lips, though she tried to be quiet. Flipping over on the bed to lie on her stomach, she buried her face into her pillow. Her hips moved to mash her young sex into the hand still trapped in her panties. She knew she was getting very close now.

She wondered what it would be like to do to Abbie what she had done to her, with her tongue. In this position, she imagined she was lying between her friend’s legs, her face inches from the other girl’s treasure. In her mind, she was leaning forward, kissing it, slipping her tongue between its folds. It seemed so dirty, but at the same time hot and sexy.

Finally, the pleasure that had been building up inside her crested, and loud moans were muffled by her pillow as the waves of her orgasm took her. Her body tensed for long, intense seconds, then relaxed, leaving her drained and sweaty, but extremely satisfied.

Her mind at peace, she had no more trouble quickly falling asleep.

Continue on to Chapter 3

Close-Ups: Images of Desire, Chapter 6

  • Posted on September 29, 2016 at 4:38 pm

By JetBoy (with babykeiko)

Previously in “Close-Ups”: Having overcome her reservations about committing incest with her eight-year-old child Linnie, lesbian mother Yukio finally goes down on her daughter, licking Linnie to her very first orgasm.

*****

Yukio placed soothing, feather-light kisses upon her daughter’s vulva, bringing the child down gently from pleasure’s heights. Alex caressed Linnie’s upper half, occasionally brushing the girl’s sweat-moistened skin with her lips.

Linnie rested, basking in the contented glow of her very first orgasm, savoring the lovely touches and kisses from her two lovers — and a small happy shiver rippled through the girl at the very thought of the word “lover.” That’s who Mummy is now, she told herself. Miss Alex, too.

Then Mummy was kneeling next to her, a sweet, bashful smile on her lips. “Did you like that, sweetheart…?”

At that, Linnie felt so overwhelmed with adoration for her mother that it brought tears to her eyes. “Oh, yes… I, I loved it! I never felt anything so g-good before!” She extended her arms to Yukio. “Can I please have a hug, Mummy?”

Her own eyes growing misty, Yukio lay down beside her daughter, drawing the naked girl into a warm embrace. Their faces nearly touching, the eight-year-old claimed her mother’s mouth in a passionate kiss, her little tongue darting between Yukio’s lips. The young mother gasped in delight, then responded, bringing her own tongue into play.

The child licked at her parent’s mouth and chin, heart soaring as she sampled the wetness that coated the lower half of Mummy’s face, telling herself, That’s what my kitty tastes like. The tart flavor was very different from what she’d tasted on Alex’s fingers, she decided. Not as strong… kind of sweeter. But the best part is getting it from Mummy’s lips.

The two of them finally, slowly parted. Linnie smiled at her mother, shifted her adoring gaze to Alex, then back to Yukio. “Why don’t you give Miss Alex a kiss like that, Mummy?” she shyly suggested.

Yukio raised herself to her knees, and the two women studied each other for a moment before the photographer moved in to claim the young mother’s willing mouth with hers. Linnie grinned delightedly as she watched Alex’s tongue flash to life, plunging between Mummy’s lips, then giggled when her mother eagerly sucked at it.

Slowly, slowly the grownups drew apart… then it was Yukio’s turn to smile. “I’ll bet Linnie would love for you to kiss her now, Alex.”

“Yeah!” squealed the eight-year old, vigorously nodding her head.

Alex moved closer to the girl, bending down to place her hands at either side of Linnie’s face. “I love you, little one,” she whispered, peering deep into the child’s warm brown eyes.

“I — I love you, Miss Alex!” a dazed Linnie replied. and their mouths came together, softly at first. Alex allowed her young lover to put her tongue into play before introducing her own to the sweet dialogue. Their kiss blossomed like an opening flower, slowly growing in ardor. Linnie’s heart raced like a mad thing at the fierceness of Alex’s passion — and hers.

Yukio placed both hands upon the photographer’s back, stroking the pale skin, growing bolder as she heard Alex and Linnie moan into their kiss. Biting her lower lip, she eagerly explored the body of this magnificent woman; stroking the strong shoulders, tracing the ridges of the spine, fondling the ample buttocks. Unable to resist, she slipped a hand between Alex’s thighs to cup her vulva, still wonderfully wet — and the older woman arched her back in response.

After a long, joyous while, Alex broke away, smiling at the child. “Sweetheart,” she murmured, “you don’t have to call me ‘Miss Alex’ any more… not after kissing me like that!” She brushed Linnie’s cheek with the backs of her fingers. “We’re lovers now, so just plain ‘Alex’ will do, okay?”

“‘Kay,” nodded Linnie. “Um… Alex?” Her eyes danced with barely restrained excitement.

“Yes, angel?”

“I think we should both make love to Mummy now. She’s hasn’t had any good feelings yet…”

“Oh, honey,” Yukio protested, “you really don’t have to, to do anything for me–”

“But I want to!” Linnie blurted, seizing her mother’s hand and clutching it tightly. “Please, Mummy…” She pressed her lips to Yukio’s fingers. “I want to.” She paused to sniff at the hand, then giggled. “Mmmm… you smell like Alex’s kitty!” She extended her tongue to lick playfully at her mother’s fingertips.

Now sitting upright, Alex placed a hand on Yukio’s shoulder. “Don’t refuse her, babe… she needs this.” She grinned, reaching to trace her new lover’s parted lips, and the young mother swayed slightly, head spinning with sexual hunger. “Let’s face it, Yukio — you’ve raised a beautiful little lesbian in Linnie.”

“That’s right, Mummy,” the girl cooed. “I knew I was a lesbian, soon as you told me what one was.” She placed her mother’s hand upon her flat chest, the palm covering a taut nipple. “I wanted to be just like you… and now I really am!”

The two adults laughed at Linnie’s eagerness, then Alex turned to Yukio with a predatory smile. “You might as well relax and enjoy yourself,” she crooned, leaning in close to lick around Yukio’s ear, “because you’re not leaving this bed, babycakes — not until your daughter and I have had our wicked way with you.”

Yukio sighed, her face shining with happiness. “Oh, my… I know this is supposed to be wrong, but it feels so right… so incredibly right.” Taking a deep breath, she glanced shyly at Alex, then her daughter. “Okay — I’m all yours.”

“Yay!” Linnie squealed, then pursed her lips, shooting Alex an uncertain look. “Um… what do we do first?”

The photographer thought for a moment. “Let’s do this.” Grasping Yukio’s arm, she guided the young mother onto her daughter, arranging her until she was lying on top of the girl, their noses nearly touching. “Okay, Linnie… kiss your mommy, touch her.”

The eight-year-old happily sought out Yukio’s mouth, and within seconds mother and daughter were kissing passionately.

Rising, Alex padded to the foot of the bed. Linnie’s legs were pressed together, her mother straddling them. Taking hold of Yukio’s ankles, Alex slowly spread her further apart, licking her lips as more of the woman’s cunt was revealed to her hungry gaze: the rosy vaginal flesh, framed by a dark pubic triangle, the slit slightly open and glistening with moisture. Running her hands up the backs of Yukio’s legs, Alex climbed onto the bed, carefully kneeling between the thighs of the incestuous lovers.

Yukio was giddy with love, intoxicated by the nearness of her child. Linnie’s tongue was a sweet pink ribbon in her mouth, and the girl’s hands were fondling her breasts as they continued to kiss. She marveled at the odd yet utterly wonderful turn her life had taken in the last hour. I never expected this, never wished for it… but now I’m in a threesome with my little girl and Alex, and it’s better than anything I’ve ever known.

Suddenly she felt strong hands grasping her hips, and Yukio couldn’t help but press back toward the older lesbian. “That’s it,” Alex purred. “Let’s get that yummy ass up in the air.”

Propping herself on both elbows, Yukio raised her hips with Alex’s assistance, drawing in one leg at a time until she was in a kneeling position, though still on top of Linnie. She could feel how open and exposed her sex was — and Yukio responded by arching her back, thrusting out her buttocks, eager to be taken.

Linnie was kissing her neck, and Yukio sighed at how lovely that felt. Then, when her daughter squirmed her way further downward and began to nuzzle her breasts, the beautiful Asian mother moaned, long and low. She tensed slightly as Alex’s hands spread her buttocks apart, the warm breath of the photographer caressing the insides of her thighs.

Suddenly a hot, sucking mouth covered Yukio’s slit, a tongue plunging into the creamy tunnel of her vagina.

She cried out, a violent shudder convulsing her body. She had expected Alex to tease her first before getting down to the business of cunnilingus, but the aggression of her new lover’s assault stole Yukio’s breath away. No subtlety or restraint here — Alex’s tongue was a mad thing; thrusting in and out of her cunt, circling the entrance, withdrawing momentarily to bathe her vulva, flicking tantalizingly at the clitoris.

Linnie’s mouth was fastened to her left nipple, the child’s little hand lovingly fondling the other breast. Yukio buried her face in the spun onyx curls of Linnie’s hair, feeling a dizzying surge of affection for her daughter. “My p-precious baby, my good angel,” she panted. “Mummy loves you so, oh God Mummy loves you…”

Alex was licking her again, long strokes that seemed to touch every part of Yukio’s sex. Then on one upward pass, that warm tongue simply kept going, trailing deep into the crack of her ass.

“Oh, my g-g-goodness — that’s so… so…” Yukio loved being rimmed, and it had been a long while since she’d had a partner willing to taste her anus. And Alex was so into it, too; bathing the dark cleft with long slow licks, then firmly pressing the tip of her tongue against the rosebud, as if she meant to penetrate Yukio’s rectum.

She seized the image, held it close; imagining herself being sodomized — no, assfucked – by the tongue of this beautiful, sexy Amazon. The young mother felt a hand cover her mound; fingers stroking the labia, then seeking out the hard nub of her clit. Alex’s mouth was now buried between Yukio’s cheeks, passionately French kissing her crack.

Propped up on her elbows, Yukio gazed down at the wondrous sight of her daughter, kissing and licking at her breasts. Linnie’s eyes flickered open, the child smiling as she glimpsed her mother’s adoring face.

Tilting her head back, Linnie whispered, “I love you, Mummy,” then, still gazing deep into Yukio’s eyes, extended her tongue to take a swipe at a swollen nipple.

Alex, still voraciously rimming Yukio, took her new lover’s clitoris between two slippery fingers, giving it a gentle pinch.

“M-my, my beautiful little girl — ohhhhhhhh yes, yes, YES–”

It began as a tiny point of raw heat in the core of Yukio’s vagina, swiftly expanding into a fiery ball that seemed to fill every atom of her being with light and energy. She was glowing, incandescent. Her body shook helplessly with tiny tremors as a hoarse, sustained cry spilled from her, echoing through the cavernous studio.

“Ooooohhhggh… omigod… OHHH!”

She was incapable of thought, of action. She could only receive, her body and soul a vessel to be filled with smell, sound, touch – especially touch. Her form was immersed in heat; licked by tongues of sweet fire. It was an ecstasy beyond ecstasy.

Beneath Yukio’s quivering body, an astonished Linnie watched her mother come. Mummy’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her brow furrowed, mouth open; a strangled wail squeezed from her throat. It was a sight that might have terrified the child a day earlier… even now, Linnie felt a tiny bit afraid. But now she knew that Mummy wasn’t in pain; that she was having those amazing, wonderful feelings that women got when they made love.

Suddenly wanting to make her feel even better, Linnie brought Mummy’s breast to her mouth, taking the swollen nipple between her lips to suckle, only harder this time. Yukio’s cry rose sharply, and Linnie’s eyes widened in surprise. Thrilled, curious to see what would happen, the child did the same thing again, only more intently, her small teeth rasping at the base of Mummy’s nipple.

With that, Yukio felt a second orgasm thundering through her delicate form.

It lifted the young mother up to unimaginable heights; then sent her plummeting down, only to be cast upwards again. Her pussy spasmed violently, clamping down on Alex’s wriggling fingers. There were warm, syrupy fluids flowing from her body, and Yukio knew that she was wetting herself in purest bliss.

Then just as that climax began to recede, a third, larger wave of pleasure came smashing down. A scream broke from the young mother, and her slender frame began to buck wildly, rocking to and fro in convulsions of ecstasy that quickly rose to an impossible peak.

She was frozen, rigid as an iron bar — yet somehow so fragile that it seemed as if she might shatter into pieces from a well-placed tap. Then the instant passed, and with it every iota of strength the young mother possessed.

Oblivious, spent, Yukio slumped forward — her limp, sweat-shiny body now resting atop the slighter frame of her daughter. Everything was spinning, as if she was drunk on some exotic, unfamiliar liquor.

Alex raised her face from the crack of Yukio’s ass, licking her lips.

Linnie squirmed beneath her mother’s inert frame. “Mummy,” she complained, “you’re squishing me!”

Rousing herself, Yukio managed to conjure up just enough strength to roll away from her child and onto her back. “Sorry, angel,” she mumbled.

“It’s okay,” Linnie said cheerfully, reaching over to place a hand on her mother’s belly. “That was so cool… I loved watching you come!” She grinned up at Alex. “What did you do to Mummy? Did you lick her kitty?”

“Yeah, I did… and other places, too,” the full-figured photographer replied, lying down next to the gleeful child. “C’mere and kiss me, and you’ll find out what she tastes like.”

With a delighted coo, Linnie turned to Alex, and their mouths came together. Yukio, still breathing heavily, watched in awe as her little girl licked at the older woman’s lips, happily savoring the sweetness of her mother’s cunt.

Then Linnie broke away, turning to smile at Yukio. “I like how you taste, Mummy… can I lick you now?”

Exhausted as she was, Yukio couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, baby… I love you to pieces, but you’ll have to wait a little while, at least until Mummy gets her strength back.” Detecting a slight pout on the child’s face, Yukio patted her knee. “Soon, Linnie, honestly. I can’t wait to feel your mouth on my pussy.”

Linnie giggled. “I guess… long as I can do it pretty soon.” She lay back down, nestling contentedly between the two women.

Alex placed a hand upon Yukio’s shoulder, gazing deep into her new lover’s eyes. “No regrets, Yukio. Promise me that, okay? No regrets.”

Still dazed, the beautiful Asian woman slowly shook her head. “No regrets,” she said softly. “I know nearly everyone would say what I did with Linnie was… terrible, and wrong.” She felt for and found her daughter’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “But I’ve never felt so close to my little girl. Somehow, I — I love her even more than ever!”

“It wasn’t wrong, Mummy,” the child stated, her lower lip thrust out defiantly. ”Or terrible. It was the nicest, bestest thing in the whole world!”

Yukio reached out to touch Linnie’s face gazing adoringly at her daughter. “You’re right, baby. It was wonderful, and I’m very, very happy that we made love.” She bent to place a soft kiss on the girl’s mouth, then turned to Alex. “You were amazing, too,” Yukio whispered shyly, then paused. “So… what happens now?”

Alex smiled. “We move in together.”

Yukio’s mouth fell open. Struggling to speak, she finally stammered, “You really m-mean that?”

“Oh, not right away… we ought to get to know each other a bit better, I guess,” the photographer laughed. “But I want you to be part of my life, Yukio — you and Linnie.” She glanced from mother to child. “This thing between the three of us — it isn’t going to be a one-time romp in the sheets. You felt it just as strongly as I did, didn’t you? Admit it.”

A dazzled Yukio slowly nodded. “I think… no, I know that I fell in love with you the first time we met. Ever since, I’ve thought about you c-constantly.” She blushed, staring down at her knees. “I’ve even… touched myself, imagining the two of us together.”

“That’s so cool,” Linnie whispered, her head resting in her mother’s lap; the soft curls between Mummy’s legs lightly tickling her ear.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you, either,” Alex said. “I wanted to take you… to make you mine. And as for this little imp…” She traced a finger down Linnie’s bare thigh, making the child shiver with delight. “I’ve had so many fantasies of undressing you, little one… of teaching you about love.” She sighed. “My oh my, that’s one dream I never expected to come true.”

“And it did!” Linnie squealed, bouncing into a sitting position. “But there’s still… tons of stuff I don’t know ’bout making love. An’ you can show me, you an’ Mummy. All of it!” She swiveled her head, looking up at her mother. “Are we really gonna live with Miss Alex, Mummy? Are we, are we?”

A beaming Yukio enfolded little Linnie in her arms, all the while gazing at Alex in perfect adoration. “Oh… it’s still too early to say, baby… but I think that maybe — maybe we will.”

“Just wait until we’ve spent a few days together,” purred Alex. ”And a few nights.” She laughed. “God, I have so much to say… and I want to know everything there is to know about both of you. Who you are. Who we are!” She stretched herself in a long, contented yawn, briefly exposing the dark blonde hair beneath her arms. “But first… I think we need to wash up, get dressed and go out for something to eat. Don’t you?”

Linnie furrowed her brow. “Yeah,” she murmured, realization dawning in her eyes. “I’m starving!”

“Mind you, this is coming from the young lady who ate six pancakes for breakfast, and I don’t know how many strips of bacon,” Yukio snorted, rolling her eyes heavenward.

“Only four pieces, Mummy,” the child protested. “That’s not so many!”

“Well, I know a place that’s perfect for hungry little girls,” Alex declared. “Have either of you ever eaten at Gianinni’s? About four blocks from here?” Linnie and Yukio shook their heads. “They’ve got the best deep-dish pizza in town.”

Linnie’s eyes were dancing from the instant she heard the word pizza. ”Yeah!” she cried.

“And that’s not all,” Alex continued. “They also have homemade ice cream.”

“Ooooh, yummy! Can we go, Mummy, please?”

“Easy there — you’re shaking the bed, sweetheart,” Yukio replied. “And yes, we can go.” She gave Alex a bashful smile. “Will this be this our first date, then?”

“Yeah, I guess it is,” Alex laughed. “And after that, you’re both invited to spend the night here with me. And I promise, it’ll be in a cozier room and on a comfier bed than this.” She grinned wolfishly. “I’m counting on getting lucky again tonight, just so you know.”

Linnie tilted her head, peering quizzically at the photographer. “Huh? Lucky?”

Yukio patted her daughter’s shoulder. “She means that she wants to make love again after we come back here, baby.”

“Oh.” Linnie broke into a foolish grin. “Oh, yeah… me too!” Tilting her head, she gave Alex a coquettish smile. “We haven’t got to do sex stuff to you yet, not really.”

“That’s right,” Yukio murmured shyly, slipping a hand between Alex’s legs to stroke her soft inner thighs. “I’ve been dreaming of… of licking your pussy for weeks now.”

“Ooooh, I wanna do that, too!” Linnie squealed, grinning excitedly. “Can we take turns, Mummy?”

“Sure we can, honey,” Yukio laughed, twining an arm around her daughter’s shoulders. “In fact, what if we licked her together? We can taste Alex and kiss each other at the same time!”

“Gosh,” the child whispered, cuddling into her mother. “That sounds so — so beautiful!”

“Don’t get me all excited, you two!” Alex cautioned, cupping her big breasts. “There’s plenty of time for licking – after we get back from Giannini’s.”

At that reminder, Linnie’s eyes popped open, and the nude eight-year-old leapt from the edge of the bed and onto her feet, spinning around to give the grownups an impatient look, arms folded. “C’mon then, let’s go! Pizza pizza pizza pizza!”

Shaking her head, Yukio swung her legs to the floor, rising a bit unsteadily. “I don’t know, Alex… you might want to think about it for awhile before you offer to take this child into your home.” She playfully tousled her daughter’s hair. “She’s a bit of a wild beast.”

“Am not,” Linnie scowled, then broke into giggles. “Well, maybe I am!” She growled in imitation of a tiger, making enormous clawing gestures with her hands.

Alex folded her arms, gazing evenly at the girl. “Well, Little Miss Wild Beast, it’s time for your shower!” She padded toward a door at the far end of the studio, gesturing for the others to follow. “The bathroom’s this way. You might as well just leave your clothes — we’ll come back in here to get dressed.”

“Is it a big shower?” quizzed Linnie, a couple of steps behind.

“Oh, it’s not exactly huge… but it’ll hold all three of us.”

“Ooooh, that sounds like fun.” Linnie clapped her hands. “We can wash each other!”

“Now, honey,” chided Yukio, “if we start fooling around in the shower, we’ll end up making love all over again… and we won’t make it to the pizza place.”

“Oh… yeah, I guess not.” Linnie stepped through the door, followed by her mother.

“It’s okay, little one,” reassured Alex, pausing to pat Yukio’s bottom as she passed by. “Don’t forget, we’ll be fooling around some more after we get back, getting damp and sticky all over… and then we can take another shower!”

From somewhere beyond the door, the girl’s excited giggle could be heard, then she called, “Um, Alex… where’s the bathroom?”

“Second door on the left,” Alex replied. She flicked off all the light switches but one, turning to gaze back into the darkened room for a heartbeat before exiting, her footsteps growing fainter as she followed Yukio down the hallway.

A single spotlight was left to illuminate the studio, casting its beam onto the still-warm bed.

The End

 


Afterword from JetBoy

Six years ago, fellow erotic author and valuable friend babykeiko gave me a lovely gift on the occasion of my birthday: a short story entitled “The Photo Shoot,” in which a lesbian photographer encourages her model, an eight-year-old girl, to masturbate for her camera. I loved it, and encouraged her to make it public.

A week later, she gave me a second and even finer gift: a challenge. Would I, she asked, re-write and expand her story, adding the girl’s mother as a third character? I immediately accepted, and set to work. We shared ideas back and forth for the next nine months, slowly carving out the story you have just read.

Dear babykeiko… thank you for the gift of this project, for your help in realizing the final result, and most of all, for your friendship. You are a truly beautiful person, and I love you very much.

*****

Afterword from babykeiko

This is a special story for me… I never had a story of mine re-written… but if there was one person that I would gift a story to for re-writing purposes it would have to be JetBoy… his stories are easily among my favorites here… and when we started corresponding about how this could go from a short “vignette” to a long “beginning – middle – end” story we quickly found we shared very similar ideas…

JetBoy has created a masterpiece, and has written 95% of it… I feel it is more his than mine… he will disagree, and that is because he is kind and humble… a true gentleman… he is a writing genius and I would trust him with any of my stories…

thanks JetBoy… with all my love

Honey Loves – Confessions of an Incestuous Mother, Chapter 4

  • Posted on September 28, 2016 at 2:06 pm

By eloquent delinquent

I turn the cart and start heading toward the back corner of the market, maneuvering around all the shoppers and their baskets. I’m not thinking of my list any more. There’s only one thing on my mind right now, and she’s lovingly regarding me from her seat, looking so innocent, with nothing on under her skirt except the delectable sheen of a fresh cummie.

The store’s getting more crowded now, and I worry about my plan. What if my target isn’t available? I’m so primed right now, I probably want it worse than Bianca did this morning, and look what she did to get it. If I get shut out of my chosen spot, I recklessly imagine myself hoisting my six year old daughter onto the checkout counter, crouching down, throwing her legs over my shoulders, and frenziedly devouring her delectable pussy and asshole right in front of the stunned (and inevitably cute) teenage cashier.

Holy fuck I get so insane when I’m horny! No wonder I was so afraid of myself, so freaked out, after that first time. Back then I thought, surely mothers couldn’t feel this way about their daughters. I’d done some perverted stuff in my life, but incest? That was certainly wrong, that would do damage.

I couldn’t even approach the thought of what had happened on the changing table, of how much I’d liked it, without feeling atrocious. Mothers couldn’t do this, couldn’t feel like this, could they? How could they stand it? It would wreck their children, to be touched like that, to be fondled. Or, let’s face it, masturbated. Otherwise, why was it so forbidden? What would my daughter think of me, now that I’d done those things to her?

My answer came a couple of wretched days later. I was a mess, and Bianca was getting more cranky and emotional by the hour. I chalked it up to my sexual abuse. Afternoon changing time was upon us, another breathless, stiff-necked moment when I tried as best as I could to ignore my daughter’s body while tending to it. Another session of enduring her apprehensive watchfulness, hands up to her shoulders, like she was waiting to see if I would turn back into the monster who had molested her. As I marched her into her room, she kept looking back at me over her shoulder, and when we got in there she stood a bit away from me, by the bed.

“Come on Bon-Bon, get up there,” I told her.

Looking at me intently, she bent and pushed down her sweat pants and trainers, awkwardly stepping out of them and standing to one side, as if proving to me she could do it herself. Then she reached down, took the hem of her little sweatshirt, and peeled it up off over her head, dropping it in a pile on top of the trainers. She stood there naked except for her socks and met my eye again. My breath caught, I felt myself blushing furiously, my panties were instantly soaked.

She crossed past me, close enough that I could smell her sweet body, and climbed up onto the changing table, turning and lying on her back. It was like my daughter was in complete control now, and I obediently took my usual place by the end of the table, looking at her nude body, flustered. I saw the same bright pinkness between her legs I’d seen before. Her tiny nipples were hard. She gently squirmed, getting comfy. I cleared my throat, struggling for composure, and absently reached for a wipe.

Bianca raised her legs and spread them at the same time, tipping her hips up, up. She reached up and held her ankles just above her ruffled white socks, crossing them above her smooth chest. She glanced down between her legs, drawing my gaze to where I was trying so hard to avoid, and I could see her pretty, tiny pussy and butt hole turned up to me, displayed for me. I stared, trembling, my mouth filled with spit. Then, shaking myself, I looked back up to my daughter’s face.

She was looking at me steadily, thoughtfully. She shifted again, and her slit winked open to reveal the glistening softness inside. Her eyebrows lifted candidly, and she asked, “Honey, Momma?”

Any pretension of my resistance dissolved right then. With an almost desperate whine, I closed my hands around her warm, plump thighs, and watched as my own thumbs nearly met at the edges of her dainty slit, and began to caress her, up and down.

“Like that, baby? You want Momma to rub your pretty little bonbon like that? Do you want the lovey touches from Momma, honey? Does that make you feel so pretty?”

Smiling hugely, she cooed and rolled her hips against my teasing fingers in a very unchildlike fashion. I used my thumbs to part her lips and expose the unimaginably sweet blossom of her excited little pussy. She gasped.

“Ohh, you make Momma feel so naughty… So naughty, and so happy touching you honey, Momma likes to see you have the pretty feelings… you want Momma to be naughty to her good little girl, honey, to touch you?”

“Momma touch my honey!” Bianca exclaimed.

I made her say it. I couldn’t contain my elation. Suddenly, I gained a new perspective on her behavior. She wasn’t upset because I’d sexually fondled her – she was upset because I hadn’t done it again! But now Momma was making her happy like before, and she was all peaches and cream. My mind was reeling, I kept thinking, she wants it too! And, it’s love it’s just love she doesn’t know any better it feels just like love… And, I’m a terrible mother but I just can’t help it it’s so strange but it’s so beautiful…

The pad of my right thumb slipped into those parted lips, pressed into the hot, moist softness of her folds, while my left stole lower, into her little butt crack, and nestled against her firm little anus. And as I started moving both thumbs in lulling circles, I looked into the face of my little girl and she looked at me and her face became dreamy and joyous and it seemed like every sensation that I gave her pulsed wetly into her body, raced up her spine, and glittered in her grateful, half-lidded brown eyes.

“Oh yes honey that’s it, that’s Momma’s pretty girl, you like that naughty touching don’t you, yeah let Momma give it to you honey, Momma wants to make her little baby feel sooo good…”

“Nnn not… hmh, not a baby, momma…” she insisted, sighing, as her suspended legs began to gently, rhythmically pump.

“No, honey, you’re a big pretty girl and you know how to play like big girls do, like Momma plays with you, rubbing your naughty pretty places and having big girl feelings, yeah like that honey like that…”

I was amazed by how strong her reactions were, how early her sexual instincts could come into play. I always thought I was a freak, feeling the way I did as a little girl. But I started to think maybe lots of girls were like this, if they were left free to explore. Or maybe it was just something passed along from my genes. Either way, her arousal amplified mine and made me so horny I could only surrender to it.

Bianca’s pussy was slippery as my thumb glided along her buttery folds. I licked my other thumb and returned it to my daughter’s anus, making it slide as smoothly as the other. She wiggled, breathing hard, getting more and more wound up.

“ooo mmm momma ahhh… ohhh bibi, bibi honey momma….”

‘Bibi’ was the word we used for her asshole when she potty trained. Apparently she really enjoyed the sensations I was giving her there. Naughty baby girl, I thought, and gushed about half an orgasm into my panties.

Remembering the taste I’d had before, I lifted my thumb off her increasingly lubricated quim, causing her to whimper in frustration. Much more deliberately than before, I placed the moistened pad of my thumb between my parted lips, and slowly licked Bianca’s wetness off of it while I inhaled. The subtle flavor of her immature pussy blossomed in my mouth. I could sense the tartness of her pee, but more present was a lighter, earthier flavor, almost nutty, and I groaned knowing I was tasting her excitement.

Bianca lifted her head and looked at me almost crossly. She scooched her butt so that I rubbed her pucker more firmly, and spread her legs wider for me, whining, “Honey, honey…”

My daughter’s sexual urgency only turned me on more. Almost mindlessly I pumped a generous amount of baby lotion into my free palm. When I removed my other thumb from her butt hole she looked positively betrayed. But as I slathered my hands together I leaned forward, almost at her eye level, and told her, “Don’t worry honey Momma’s gonna make it all better. I’m gonna give you my special love, honey, something only naughty Mommas give to their pretty, naughty girls. You want that, honey, you want Momma’s special love?”

Her expression was halfway between pleading and demanding. “Uh, uh,” she grunted, flexing her little butt. It was all the response she could manage, and all I needed.

I reached out and closed my warm, oily hands over the silky flesh of her legs. With a firm touch I opened them wide as I squeezed and rubbed until her knees were poised to the side of her chubby hips. I ran my hands up the exposed backs of her thighs, over her butt, thumbs grazing her privates, and out around her hips. Then with both hands flat and covering most of her torso, I caressed my three year old’s soft nude body deeply and thoroughly, tummy and waist, chest and pointy nipples, sides and underarms, shoulders and throat, her beautiful skin sliding beneath my palms and fingertips.

Bianca’s eyes got languid and her head lowered to the table with a long happy sigh. I’d massaged her before, but with her arousal and the sensuality of my touch, the sensations she felt were completely different. Soon she was breathing deep, pumping her hips, gently twisting. Between the lotion and her heat, my little girl’s body seemed to glow.

I watched her reaction avidly, loving the feeling of her writhing under my hands. I glanced down, and just beneath my chin was her excited sex, subtly squirming just like the rest of her. Beneath the clean scent of the lotion, I could smell her. I couldn’t resist any more.

Breathlessly I told her, “Momma loves you, honey,” and then I opened my mouth and covered her smooth, tiny slit.

Bianca gasped sharply when my hot wet tongue wiped her pussy for the first time. My response was almost as strong, the flavor of my daughter’s sweet juicy cunt translating as pleasure in my mouth. Her thighs clamped my cheeks, knees at my ears. I stroked her legs, kept rubbing, kept licking. She kept gasping, her hips jerking with each swipe of my tongue, but soon those gasps were sprinkled with breathy giggles, groans and coos, and her legs relaxed into complete, trusting surrender to the delight she experienced.

We were both joined by bliss. The taste of Bianca was more gratifying than any pussy I’d ever had, and I got a rush with each new little pulse of fluid that emerged from her. She was so tiny that I didn’t have to adjust in order to lick her tender, delectable little asshole. I only had to open my mouth wider. She made new, grunting noises when I ground the tip of my tongue against her anal bud, and I knew she loved it. I let my tongue roam and race over her excited intimate parts, practically drooling on her.

I stroked her gorgeous, plump body all the while, but I got one hand free and brought it under the table, awkwardly unbuttoning my jeans. In my squatting position, out of her sight, I forced them and my panties down to my knees, spread my thighs as best as I could, and sank my fingers into my own swollen pussy. The baby lotion was slick and soothing but I was already plenty wet. It was like I couldn’t masturbate fast enough, strumming and fucking myself in a frenzy of lustful relief.

I started to moan into her pelvis while I lapped at her, and she replied to each one with her own girlish “Ah! Ah! Ah!” It was so hot and so cute, and our combined sounds nearly concealed the slick noises coming from under the table.

With my hand on her tummy I could feel the twitches and shudders my pleasuring tongue was giving her. So when she started to tense up, her back arching, I knew she was close to climax. I drew the flat of my tongue firmly over her yielding quim, probing with the tip until I uncovered the firm hot bead of her little clit. I began to flick it, and she immediately stiffened and her sighs pitched up into piping little cries, unspeakably excited.

I sped up, breathing hard, licking passionately, while down below I was pounding my sloppy pussy, three fingers plunging deep while my palm slapped wetly against my own swollen love button.

Bianca’s legs tightened and her body curled up around my massaging hand as she came into my mouth. I glanced up and saw her pink face scrunched up in an agony of joy. I felt every shiver and spasm in my daughter’s pussy on my tongue. Maybe it was because I was so close, but this time her girl-gasm seemed bigger, more physical. I entertained the thought that it was her Momma’s tongue that had made her cum harder.

That thought made me dizzy, Bianca’s satisfaction left me to concentrate on my own. All I really needed to do was to look at my daughter’s face in the throes of her delicious orgasm, to feel the sensations of my own fevered masturbation, and then imagine what we felt was the same, the same. My own orgasm rushed up and overwhelmed my cunt, my body, all of me, powerfully and with almost no warning.

“Oh honey! Oh honey, oh fuck,” I gasped, found myself panting onto her smooth, sopping, quivering crotch, “uuuuhhn, it’s so good, so nnn! So, so good honey, Momma has the feelings just like her naughty little girl, our pretty pussies, fuck, so naughty honey, so pretty…”

The words just gushed out of me during my climax, uncontrollable, the same way my vaginal fluid squirted against my palm. As those deep, perfect jolts of ecstasy trailed off, so did my babbling.

Through my messy hair, I saw Bianca looking down at my face with the most angelic little smile on her face. In her innocent expression was her contentment, her gratitude for my touch, her amusement at my fervent self-pleasure, and her happiness that I’d found the peak of my own delight.

You might say she was too young to have such a complex response. I’d tell you that our similar nature, and what we’d just shared, left us with a special bond. I know what I saw, and what’s happened since makes me certain that I was right.

I smiled back at her, only mine was an open-mouthed, goofy smile of delirious abandon. The sexual perversion I’d craved all these years, I’d just satisfied with my three year old daughter. And I’d done it because she wanted me to, practically demanded it. It was my most forbidden fantasy coming true right in my own apartment. Our eye contact went on and on, feeding the affection we felt.

Then, out of pure thankfulness, I held her gaze as I lowered my head to her magical little sex and wrapped my lips around her labia in a caressingly tender kiss.

Bianca’s eyes shot open. She squealed, shimmying her hips away from my loving mouth, shivering with sudden screeching giggles, going, “No no no no no no!”

I pulled back a little and chuckled at her supremely ticklish response. Her body settled, but her laughter carried on, more amused now, and as I straightened up and withdrew my dripping hand from between my legs, she started rocking her naked body a little from side to side and happily sing-songing, “Momma Momma Momma…”

I watched her little celebration of our playtime, grinning. I brought my freshly fucked fingers to my nose and lazily sniffed my tangy scent while I reached down with my free hand to stroke Bianca’s supple body. I imagine the scene we made, the nude and ecstatic toddler, and me, standing at the end of the changing table with my pants wrapped around my knees.

That day never left me. It’s on my mind now, even as I shoulder my purse, take Bianca’s coat out of her lap and drape it over my right arm. I’ve got the cart parked near the bulk food canisters against the side wall of the store, near the hallway leading back into the restrooms.

My daughter cranes around to look at that hallway, then back at me with a fresh excitement on her face. She gets it, the naughty scamp.

I crouch down and extend my left arm, “Come on, honey.”

She puts out both her arms and wraps them around my neck, playfully whispering, “Okay, honey.”

I smirk as I lift her from the cart, her boots hooking on the rail until she kicks them free. When she wraps her little legs around my waist, her green tartan dress rides up as she snuggles in. I cup her bare smooth hip in my left hand, her plush little ass resting on my wrist. I feel the heat and wetness of her six-year old puss through the waist of my thin sweater, and I know it’ll leave a spot, but I don’t care anymore.

Maybe it’s just my horniness talking, but it’s clear to me now that what’s happening in this supermarket is just the next step in the incestuous relationship between Bianca and I. There’s something of a pattern to it – I’ll swear there’s some limit to how perverted I’ll let myself become, then Bon-Bon will innocently and adorably express her desire to go past my limit. I’ll waffle for a while, then I’ll imagine how hot it might be, and how beautiful my daughter will look as I pleasure her in a new way, and I’ll be so lust-addled I’ll just give in like the slut that I am.

Continue on to Chapter 5

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 50

  • Posted on September 27, 2016 at 2:58 pm

The Call — Yes, THAT Call

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

The next day, a gorgeous, blue-sky Tuesday morning, Gwen was busy trying to make contact with the chauffeur, Carlo, who worked for Pablo, the man holding Cindy. It was risky, but she figured if the wrong person answered, she wouldn’t be discovered if she acted like a friend of Carlo’s.

She dialed the number she had and waited while the call was connected. The phones in Colombia were not as reliable as those in the U.S., and she waited for the connection to go through. Finally, an odd sounding ring echoed in her phone’s receiver.

“Hola?” came the answer.

“Carlo?” she said, trying to fake a similar accent in case it was not Carlo.

“Sí, esto es Carlo. Quién es este?” Yes, this is Carlo. Who is this?

Suddenly, Gwen became nervous. Her Spanish was basic at best, but she didn’t want to involve anyone else to interpret. That could prove fatal for herself and others.

“Carlo, esto es Gwen en los Estados Unidos. Habla Inglés?” This is Gwen in the United States. Do you speak English?

“Sí, I mean, yes,” Carlo said.

“Thank God,” Gwen breathed again, realizing she’d been mostly holding her breath. “I believe you were told I might call. I’m a friend of Cindy’s. She is there, am I right?”

In Colombia, Carlo felt the blood drain from his face. Yes, he had been told a friend of Cindy’s might call. He and Rosalita had gotten word out with a friend that they were willing to help Cindy escape the compound, as long as their own lives were never compromised. They had heard that someone in California was searching for the beautiful woman, and their friend said he knew how to get information to this person.

He didn’t know the steps that had been taken to get this woman, whose name was Gwen, the message with his phone number, but he knew that people would die if their actions were discovered.

He worked his mouth to try to moisten it again. It had gone dry instantly when Gwen identified herself.

“Are you still there?” Gwen asked, feeling her heart pound in fear. Was this a setup?

“Yes, I am here,” said Carlo. “I am a friend.”

Gwen didn’t know if he meant a friend of their cause or a friend of Cindy. She supposed it didn’t matter. As long as he wasn’t saying he was a friend of Pablo, everything was fine.

“I want to set up a time to speak to Cindy. If you will give me a local time that you know for certain you will be alone with her, I will call you at that time. I will have her daughter with me to speak to her mother,” she said, then added, “For the first time in over five years.”

“Si. Yes. I understand. Not easy, though. Pablo is always watching.”

“You are alone right now?”

“Sí.”

“Is there any way I can speak to her now?”

“No. Impossible. She is with Pablo now.”

“Then what is a good time to call for her?”

“Pablo will be busy with some guests today during the afternoon. You can call around three o’clock our time.” It was fortunate that he knew Pablo’s schedule. He had to know it as part of his job to ensure the man had transportation when he needed it.

“Okay. I’ll do that,” Gwen said.

“Yes. I must go now. This call very dangerous.”

“I know, but answer me one question. Is she alright?”

Carlo paused for a second. The idea of being alright was situational. She was alive. She was unhurt, except for some bruises. But her happiness had been stolen from her. How could anyone be alright in her situation? He figured the woman meant was she alive and more or less well.

“Yes, she is alright, as you say. But sad.”

“I understand. Thank you, Carlo. Can I depend on you?”

“Depend?” He wasn’t sure of the meaning.

“Yes, will you help us? Will you help Cindy?”

“Yes. I will help.”

They disconnected the call seconds before Pablo walked into the room where Carlo was standing and waiting for his boss to finish with Cindy. Pablo was naked, and his semi-erection flopped as he walked.

He seemed in a very good mood. Carlo looked at the man, trying to ignore his post-sexual nudity.

Pablo smiled at Carlo. He liked this man. His former chauffeur had stolen from him, so he had given him to Juan, his executioner. Juan was a special man. He loved to kill men, and he loved to take his time doing it. He loved killing women, too, and he took even longer doing that. Pablo had heard nothing more of his thieving chauffeur. He just knew the man had paid his debt to his employer. That was all that was important to Pablo.

But Carlo. Carlo was a man he trusted. Juan had allowed Carlo to watch while the executioner took over an hour to kill the chauffeur Carlo would replace. The message had been clear: If you betray your employer in this house, you will wish you would be killed this quickly.

He looked at Carlo again and pointed to Cindy’s room. “Quieres algo de eso?” he asked. Do you want some of that? His terminology emphasized the woman was a possession, more like a car than a person.

Carlo smiled and blushed. He would not be a part of rape. He loved Cindy and would do anything for her, including risk his life, which he was preparing to do. He lay awake at night, wishing he could kill Pablo, remove the stain from the earth, but he knew that doing so would be suicide. A very slow suicide.

Still, he could help Cindy, hopefully without getting caught. Perhaps he would be able to join her in America one day.

Carlo shook his head. “No, Señor Peligro. Ella pertenece a usted. No soy digno.” She belongs to you. I am unworthy.

Pablo shook his head and smiled. “Ella es sólo una puta.” She is just a whore.

“Sí, pero ella es su puta. No me atrevo a pensar algo que te pertenece.” Yes, but she is your whore. I dare not claim anything that belongs to you.

Pablo laughed and clapped a meaty hand behind Carlo’s neck and shook him affectionately, as if he were Pablo’s son.

“Eres un buen hombre, un buen amigo.” You are a good man, a good friend. Pablo left the room while Carlo tried to get his heart to stop pounding in fear.

*******

After hanging up, Gwen called Kayleigh. Danni answered the phone. Gwen knew Danni was a schoolteacher living with Kayleigh’s younger sister, Emily, or Emmy as the kids called her. She had kept up with the household through Carmen.

“Danni, is Kayleigh there?”

“No, she had a shoot today. Who’s this?”

She decided she would have to take the chance and tell her. Saying she couldn’t tell her would sound too sinister, and she needed her help if Kayleigh wasn’t going to be home later. “This is Gwen, a friend of hers. When do you expect her home?”

“Not til four or five, I imagine.”

“Okay, will you be there for a while?”

“Yeah. What’s this about?”

Gwen had a sudden inspiration. “Is Jenna home?”

“Yes. Do you want to speak to her?”

“Yes, she’ll know what I’m calling about.”

Thinking how odd it was that Jenna would know why a lady was calling Kayleigh, Danni put the phone down and went to Jenna’s room, where the girl was reading.

“Jenna? There’s a woman on the phone who wants to speak to you. Actually, she’s looking for Kayleigh, but she asked if she could speak to you because you’d know what it was about.”

“What’s the lady’s name?” Jenna asked, barely listening. She was at one of the most exciting parts of this book.

“Gwen.”

Jenna stared at Danni for a second in disbelief, jumped up from her chair, and sped around Danni so quickly Danni had no time to even react. She followed the running child into the den.

Jenna picked up the phone. “Gwen?!”

“Yes, honey. It’s Gwen. Can I come over? It’s important.”

“Of course. Is it about –”

“Shh!” Gwen warned. “Don’t say anything over the phone.”

Jenna caught herself and said, “Okay. Hurry, though. Please?”

“I will, sweetie. Don’t answer the door for anyone but me, though, okay?”

“Okay,” Jenna said, but Gwen had already hung up. Come over? Jenna thought to herself as she hung up the phone. She never comes over anymore. It’s too dangerous.

This had to be about her mom! What else could it be? Would she be able to talk to her today? Jenna’s legs became weak and she had to sit down.

Danni, in the meantime, had stood listening to Jenna’s side of the conversation and was puzzled.

Jenna grinned at her. Danni, of course, knew nothing of the search for her mom, since it was not discussed in the house at all to spare Jenna’s feelings. All she knew was that Jenna had been raised by Kayleigh since she was seven because her mother was taken away. She had assumed she was in prison. Therefore, Danni had no idea who Gwen was or the importance of the woman to Jenna’s life. Jenna quickly explained about her mother and Gwen’s search for her.

Danni had to sit down as well.

********

The doorbell rang and Jenna ran to answer the door. Looking through the peephole, she saw it was Gwen, as expected.

“Gwen!” Jenna yelled and jumped into the woman’s arms, hugging her with all her strength and kissing the woman on the lips.

Danni stood back and watched this exchange, smiling. She noticed Gwen’s hands went to the girl’s butt and held her up by clasping those cute cheeks beneath the girl’s cotton panties.

However, as Jenna introduced her tongue into the kiss, Gwen pulled back and composed herself.

“There’s no time for getting too involved with sex, sweetie. There’s a lot I have to tell you.”

Jenna realized she agreed with the woman. She needed to hear the news Gwen had driven over to share.

She looked at Danni and said, “Hi, I’m Gwen.”

Danni chuckled. “So I noticed. I’m Danni.”

“The schoolteacher, right?” asked Gwen, and this surprised Danni. She knew the woman was a private investigator and was good at her job, but how did she know about her?

Seeing the look of consternation on Danni’s face, Gwen continued, “Carmen is my niece,” she said to explain her knowledge. “She’s talked about all of you here.”

“What has she said?” Danni wanted to know before she realized that this woman was obviously okay with what they were doing. Jenna had begun sticking her tongue into Gwen’s mouth, after all, which suggested they had been intimate in the past.

“Nothing really important. Don’t worry. I’m not planning on telling anyone about the various relationships in the family. Anyway, who am I to caste stones? I’m in a relationship with Carmen and her sister, Clare.”

Gwen finally put Jenna down and said, “We need a place to sit down. I have news for you.”

“Good news?” Jenna asked, grinning.

“I hope it is. I think so. I’m sorry it took me a while to get here from my place. It took a bit longer because I had to make sure I wasn’t being tailed. We wouldn’t want anyone getting suspicious when we’re this close to rescuing your mother.”

Jenna grinned at that as they went to the den and sat down. Gwen had to hurry. Bogota’s time is two hours later than Los Angeles, and it was 12:53 in L.A., so it was seven minutes til 3:00 in Bogota, the time she was supposed to call.

“I’ve spoken with the man who works for the man who is holding your mother. He’s this man’s chauffeur. He told me to call at 3:00 his time, which is 1:00 our time, and we could possibly speak to your mother.”

Really?!” Jenna shouted, glancing at the clock. Seven minutes! she thought. I’ll be talking to my mother in seven minutes!

“Yes, really. I’m going to place the call in a few minutes. You must let me speak to her first, though. I have to make sure it’s safe.”

Jenna stood and jumped up and down, pumping her arms and shouting. Her excitement would not allow her to sit still. It took a moment to get her to calm down enough to be able to talk to her mom.

“You can’t talk to your mom if you’re hopping and shouting,” Danni said with a smile.

Finally, her hand shaking, Gwen reached for the phone beside her seat and began placing the call.

********

Carlo stood in Cindy’s bedroom, holding his phone. Cell phones had only been made available in Colombia fairly recently, and Pablo had bought him one in case he needed to get in touch with his chauffeur. He hoped incoming calls would not show up on the bill. Supposedly, incoming calls would not be charged to the phone, so he prayed that meant they weren’t printed on the monthly bill.

He also hoped Pablo did not attempt to call him. He was on the other side of the house with new little girls he hoped to buy. They were twins, only eight years old. The moment Carlo had seen them, he pitied them greatly. Their lives would never be good.

When Carlo had excused himself, Pablo was making the girls do things with each other, things they obviously didn’t want to do, at least not in front of a strange man and the man who was selling them. That’s why Carlo had excused himself from the room. He felt he was intruding on the girls’ privacy. He saw no problem if the girls wanted to do that when alone, but being forced to in front of others sickened the chauffeur.

Now, three o’clock was approaching.

“Are you sure this is not a trick?” Cindy asked him.

“That is what the woman worried about with me,” he said. “That I was part of a trick.”

Cindy realized that could be a ruse to get Carlo’s guard down, but she doubted it. Besides, she was willing to take that chance if it meant she would be able to talk to her Jenna.

She tried to picture her daughter at twelve, but she was having a hard time. She remembered every nuance of her face when she’d last seen her. Every angle, the shape of her lips, the curve of her ears. She even remembered the wonderful sex she had enjoyed with her beautiful daughter, but pushed that image away. She was about to talk to Jenna; sexual fantasies about her right now were inappropriate. Still, Cindy’s memory of the girl rose from the depths of her mind like a phoenix.

But she would be taller now, maybe even developing into a young woman with a flare of the hips and a swelling of her breasts. In fact, she was almost surely filling out like that.

Growing up.

Without her mother.

Cindy felt tears stinging her eyes and blinked them away. This was no time for sadness over what had not been. It was a moment for hope.

She jumped when Carlo’s phone rang, staring at it as if it were a lifeline to heaven and an escape from this hell.

Carlo held the phone to his ear.

“Este es Carlo.”

“Carlo, this is the woman you spoke to earlier today. Is it safe?”

“Si, yes, it is safe. For now.”

“Cindy’s daughter is needing to talk to her mother. Is she there?”

“Yes. Here she is.”

Cindy nearly snatched the phone from Carlo’s trembling hands. Her own hands were shaking so badly, she thought she might drop the phone, but the idea that it was a lifeline struck her again, and she held tightly to it.

“Hello? This is Mommy, honey!”

“I’m sorry, Cindy. This is Gwen. I’m a private investigator Kayleigh hired to find you. I’ll let you speak to Jenna in a moment. She’s about to pee her panties she’s so anxious to talk to you. I just wanted to tell you we are working on a way to get you out of there. Now that we have a way to communicate, we will be speaking with some regularity to make those plans. Are you willing to do whatever you must do to get away from there?”

“I’d kill anyone in my path, if only I could have a weapon to kill them with,” Cindy said.

Then, she was there. Jenna’s voice, sounding older now, but definitely her voice, traveled across the miles in a millisecond.

“Mommy!”

“Sweetheart! Oh, my baby! I love you so much!”

“I love you, too, Mommy! I miss you!”

They were both crying now. Sobbing, actually. They struggled to keep their words understandable through the tears.

“Are you doing okay?” Cindy asked and realized that was a ridiculous question.

“I am now!’ came the reply.

“Oh, God, so am I. I thought I’d never hear your voice again!” Cindy said.

“Same here. I love Kayleigh and Cheryl, and everyone in this family, but I want you!” she said, nearly shouting in her excitement.

“I want you too, baby. Badly. I’ll be home one day soon, though. Keep the faith. I’ll be home.”

“Mommy?”

“Yes, honey?”

“I hope it’s okay, but I masturbate thinking of you sometimes.”

Cindy giggled, almost delirious with joy. “I do the same thing and think of you, baby!”

Cindy thought how she had been correct in her thinking. She had wanted to be sure Jenna was left with someone who would nurture her sexual desires, not inhibit them. Jenna still remembered their times together and wanted them again as badly as she did. She silently thanked Kayleigh.

Then the woman, Gwen, was on the phone. “I know you two have a lot of catching up to do, and I hate like hell to end this call, but I have to. I don’t want to take any chances that might spoil my plans to get you back here where you belong,” she said.

“No, not yet. Please. I want to talk to her some more!” Cindy begged, though she knew this woman was correct. They could be discovered at any moment, and phone use was a death sentence for her.

“I understand, believe me, but I have to end the call. We’ll set another one up tonight for tomorrow or the next day, and you can talk to your daughter again. We just have to limit the time you are talking together.”

“Okay,” Cindy said with reluctance. “I know. I just…” She could think of nothing else to add since words weren’t necessary.

“We will talk again soon. Be happy. This will end soon, I promise you,” Gwen said. “I need to speak to Carlo again.”

Cindy handed the phone back to Carlo, and they made arrangements to set up another call for the next day if possible. Gwen gave him her email address as well as her phone number in case he needed it. Carlo said he would contact her by email tonight.

********

Jenna was sobbing, but she was also happier than she’d been in a long time. Her mother was alive. She’d spoken to her. Her mother still loved her… still wanted her… even fantasized about her the way she did about her mother.

She went to the window and looked out.

It was the most beautiful day she’d seen in years.

Continue on to Chapter 51

Happenstance, Chapter 1

  • Posted on September 26, 2016 at 4:50 pm

By No One

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in June 2016 }

Melina stepped off the school bus and made her way home, a few houses away. It was a warm and sunny day in early summer, with only a few weeks of school left. A nice day for a 12 year old to play outside, but she had other plans.

“Hey, Mom!” she called out as she got into the house and dumped her school bag near the front door.

“Hi, sweetie, how was your day?” her mom replied from where she was sitting at her work computer, as she always did.

“Fine,” came the usual answer. Melina went to the fridge to pour herself her customary glass of after-school orange juice.

“Anything special happen today?” her mother prompted as she followed her into the kitchen.

“Nope.”

“Boy, sounds like an eventful day.” Her mother sighed at the lack of response. “And how was your day, dear mother?” she continued in a fake young girl voice, making Melina giggle. “Oh it was pretty good, thank you for asking. I completed a few tax return forms for some clients and –”

Melina interrupted her with a loud snoring noise, and received an annoyed look in return.

“See, Mom, that’s why I don’t ask, ’cause then I have to hear about boring accounting stuff,” she explained with a smile.

“Hmph. Fine, I suppose you don’t need to hear all the details.”

“You got it. Well, I’ll be in my room,” she said, walking towards the stairs. “Love you, Mom,” she added with a wink over her shoulder. Her mother smiled, Melina’s rudeness apparently forgiven. She paused at the bottom of the stairs, remembering something. “Oh yeah, Abbie is coming over. Tell her to come up, okay?”

“At your service,” her mother replied with a mock bow, making Melina giggle again.

She climbed up the stairs, walked down the corridor, and opened the door to her room, then she paused, listening. She could vaguely hear her mother typing on the computer downstairs; apparently she had gone back to work. That should keep her busy for a while. Nodding to herself, Melina stepped into her room and closed the door behind her.

Her eyes immediately went to the laptop on her desk, a tingle of excitement spreading through her and a mischievous smile appearing on her lips. Sitting down at the desk, she opened the computer, started up her web browser, and entered the address of a chat room site she sometimes used. Usually it was for some innocent chats in rooms about some of her interests. When she was on this site the week before though, she had found a very naughty room, one that certainly no decent 12 year old should go into, even though it was meant for young girls in a way… as well as people who “liked” young girls.

She had been shocked to see it in the room list at first. You hear about perverts on the Internet all the time, but really, was it this easy to find a chat room about this stuff? She had started scrolling down the list to look for something else, but then hesitated. Hovering her mouse pointer over the room name, she had to wonder what went on in there, and felt a certain dangerous thrill thinking about going in. It would be so very bad to do so but… also a little exciting, she had to admit. Besides, it was just text, they couldn’t do anything to her, and she could leave any time she wanted. And so, shrugging to herself, she had entered the room.

Quickly she had received a few messages, and started up a few conversations. Most started out fairly normally: “hi, how are you?”, the ubiquitous “ASL”, often questions about what she looked like. Some of the guys remained nice and polite, asking a bit about her hobbies and her studies and the like. Some others got more explicit or asked very private questions, making her blush. Still others were, well, pretty gross, and she quickly cut those conversations short. Overall though, she had to admit she had found her time in the chat room intriguing, and she had even gone back a couple times since.

It was very wrong of course, but also very thrilling. She had no illusion that these were actually nice people (and she did have to use the ignore function often), but still, regardless of the context, it was exciting to be complimented, to be desired. She certainly didn’t get that kind of attention – or any kind, really – from the boys at her school, who had eyes only for the more developed girls. That older boys and men were interested in her, though still somewhat creepy, also gave her a warm feeling. So, she had chatted with them when they remained polite, sometimes even flirting a bit or talking about sex a little, though it made her blush. Sometimes she received “interesting” pictures which made her blush even more. A few times, she had even hesitantly sent pictures of herself – just regular, non-naughty pictures, of course – to some of the guys who were the nicest, and had received glowing compliments in return. As a preteen still very uncomfortable with her changing body, she found that praise and attention irresistible.

Now, here she was, about to enter the naughty room again. She had pondered for a bit which name to use today, and just as she had decided, she suddenly heard the door to her room opening. Her heart nearly stopped as she slammed the laptop shut, and whirled towards the door.

Her friend Abbie was in the doorway, raising an eyebrow at her.

Melina let out a huge sigh of relief. “Jesus, you nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“Wow. Nervous much?” Abbie said, laughing.

“How come you got here so quick?” Melina asked, still trying to recover a normal heart rate.

“My dad was coming this way, so he gave me a lift. You didn’t even change yet?”

Melina looked down at herself and realized she was still wearing the blouse and skirt of her school uniform. Her blonde friend had changed into jean shorts and a t-shirt.

“Oops, guess I forgot.”

“Hmm…” Abbie peered at her suspiciously. “Didn’t think of changing, nearly jumped out of your skin when I came in… what were you up to in here?”

Melina grinned sheepishly. “Um, is my mom still busy downstairs?”

“Yeah I guess. She’s at her computer. And now I’m even more curious. Are you getting in trouble, Miss Thompson?” Abbie asked teasingly.

“I believe I am, Miss Miller,” Melina replied, giggling. She opened the laptop again and let her friend take a look.

Abbie peered blankly at the screen for a moment, unsure of what she was looking at. “Oh. Is that the pervy chat room you told me about?” she asked dubiously.

“Yep!” Melina replied excitedly.

“I still don’t get what’s so great about a chat full of creeps. That’s really freaky, no?”

“They’re not so bad. Well, some aren’t, anyway,” Melina amended. “I don’t know, it’s just… kind of a thrill, you know? And… well, call me vain, but I kinda like getting told I’m hot,” she added, giggling.

I can tell you you’re hot if that’s what you need,” Abbie offered.

Melina laughed. “That’s not the same! And anyway, sometimes I received, um… pictures, too.”

Abbie raised an eyebrow. “Really? Like, dirty ones?”

Melina nodded shyly. “Sometimes.”

“Wow. Dunno if I want to see that…” Abbie said uncertainly.

“It’s fun, you’ll see. Pull up a chair,” Melina encouraged her.

Abbie did just that and sat next to her friend, looking at the laptop screen. She pointed at the username Melina had chosen.

“Sabrina12?” she questioned.

“I don’t know, it sounded sexy, I guess.” Melina shrugged.

“Hmm, I think ‘Melina’ sounds sexier,” Abbie said, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

Melina laughed. “Thanks, but I’m not giving them my real name.”

“Smart.” Abbie nodded.

“So what name do you want?”

“Oh, I need a name too?” Abbie frowned and thought about it for a moment. “Hmm… how about… Scarlet?”

“Good choice.” Melina chuckled and changed the username to “SabrinaNScarlet12″.

Abbie was looking at the list of people in the channel. “So, what, all those female names are girls our age?”

“Depends. Some are I guess, some older teens. Some women.”

“Women, really?” Abbie asked.

“Or they claim to be anyway.” Melina shrugged. “One talked to me the other day.”

“Oh yeah? Did she send you dirty pictures?” Abbie grinned.

“No, not that one.” Melina laughed. “Why?”

“Oh, just curious. Kinda surprised there are women in there, I guess.”

“Women can be perverts too,” Melina said and they both laughed.

They had already received a few private messages. Melina clicked on the one from “Bob,” who simply said hi.

“‘Bob’, really? He didn’t think too long about his sexy name,” Abbie commented, making Melina snort in laughter.

Hi, she typed back.

Asl plz, came the typical reply from Bob, making Melina roll her eyes. This did get tedious sometimes.

“The age is in my name, genius,” she said out loud, and it was Abbie’s turn to laugh.

Melina started typing 12f, then turned to her friend. “Where are we from?”

“Hmm, let’s go with… Italy,” Abbie decided.

“Italy it is,” Melina agreed, and sent out the reply.

Cool got a pic? Here is mine, was the next message from Bob, which also included a link.

“Um, let’s see,” Melina said, clicking on the link. She immediately regretted it once the picture loaded.

Bob was apparently a fat, ugly old man past 50, if not 60. He was very nude in the picture, holding his penis in one hand and looking rather proud of that fact.

“Gah!” Melina exclaimed, struggling with the laptop’s touchpad to close the window as fast as she could.

“Gah!” Abbie agreed, covering her face with one hand. “Holy crap, my eyes. Quick, I need eye bleach.”

Melina couldn’t help but laugh, despite the recent trauma. “Wow, uh, that was something. Sorry about that.”

Her friend frowned at her. “Girl, if that’s the kinda pic you find interesting, you have serious issues.”

Melina laughed even harder. “No, no,” she managed to say after a moment, “it’s usually not like that. Not that they’re all great-looking but… ugh, not like that.”

Abbie still looked at her distrustfully.

“Okay here,” Melina pointed at another message. “Erik21, that sounds better.”

“Unless the 21 is for 1921,” Abbie pointed out, making Melina start laughing once again.

Hey ladies, the message said.

Melina typed back a greeting, then there were a few polite exchanges of how-are-you’s and the like. Erik then also offered them a picture of himself.

“Wow, everyone wants me to take a look at them today,” Melina noted.

“I’m not looking at this one,” Abbie said, covering her eyes once more.

“I’ll tell you if it’s safe,” Melina promised, giggling, before hesitantly clicking on the link.

Erik did seem to be in his early 20′s. And he was fully clothed – a black t-shirt and jeans. And he was actually very cute, Melina thought.

“Mm. Oh yeah, that’s much better,” she announced.

Abbie took a skeptical look between her fingers, then seemed to decide it was safe enough to uncover her eyes completely.

“I guess. I mean, it would be very hard not to be,” was the sum of Abbie’s approval.

“You don’t think he’s cute?”

Abbie gave a non-committal shrug.

“Well, I think he’s really cute,” Melina said and, to emphasize her point, sent out a message saying cute!

Glad you think so. Wanna chat on cam maybe? It would be more fun, Erik replied with a winking emoticon and another link to what could be assumed was a site for chatting on webcam.

Melina hesitated, glancing at Abbie questioningly.

“Uh, I don’t know about this. Is that safe?” Abbie said, sounding a bit worried.

“Well, I mean, he can’t come through the screen,” Melina replied with a laugh, “and we can just leave at any time. Should be okay.”

Her friend shrugged, looking somewhat uncomfortable but leaving it up to her. Melina decided to give it a shot, and clicked the link.

The page loaded and Erik appeared on screen, wearing somewhat less clothes than on his picture. He was sitting shirtless in his computer chair, a smile on his handsome face. Melina’s eyes roamed over his athletic upper body and she felt colors rise to her cheeks. She swallowed hard.

“Um, hi,” she said shyly.

“Hey there,” he replied. “Wow, you girls are just gorgeous. Blonde and brunette, I like it.”

Melina blushed deeper, and glanced sideways at Abbie who looked rather embarrassed as well. “Um, thanks. You’re… not bad yourself,” she said with a nervous giggle.

They then went through a bit of small talk, though Melina had trouble focusing on what the attractive shirtless man was saying, rather than ogling him. She had to concentrate to remember the fake names they had chosen for the introductions. Erik seemed to be fully aware of her interest, maintaining a sly smile throughout the exchange, which Melina also found rather attractive.

“So, you like the view?” he asked after a moment, nodding down at himself.

After fading a little, her blush came back in full force, and she could only nod sheepishly.

His smile broadening. “Maybe you could also give me something nice to look at uh? Seems only fair.”

“Oh, um…” Melina hesitated, this sounded like more than she had bargained for, “like what?”

“Well, let me think…” Erik made a show of pondering the question. “Hey, by the way, do you girls ever… fool around? You know, practice kissing, that sort of thing? Maybe more?”

“What? No…” Melina shook her head, laughing nervously, unsure where this was going.

“Oh really? A lot of girls do it I think, it’s a lot of fun,” he said with a wink. “You should try kissing at least, I bet you’d love it.”

Melina blinked at him. Was he asking what she thought he was asking?

“You mean, like, right now?” she asked uncertainly.

“Sure, why not?” he replied, grinning at her.

Things had definitely taken a turn for the unexpected. Melina had certainly not imagined he would ask for anything like this. Kissing Abbie? Could she do that? The thought of “fooling around” in any way with her friend had never crossed her mind before. Still, she supposed that a quick kiss wouldn’t hurt. Maybe he was right that it was only fair, since she had been ogling him quite a bit. She had to admit that, now that the thought was in her head, she was a bit curious how a kiss would feel like.

She glanced questioningly at her friend, and saw her returning the same look, then both had a fit of giggle at the idea.

“Um…” Abbie began, but then just trailed off, apparently having no idea how to formulate her thoughts. She didn’t look too opposed to the idea though.

Melina was beginning to feel that naughty thrill again, like when she went into the pervy chat room, the excitement of doing something she wasn’t supposed to do. Why not? she thought. She suddenly leaned in and gave Abbie a quick peck on the lips. The girls looked at each other for half a second then once again dissolved into giggles.

Erik was less amused. “Aw, not like that. That’s a kid kiss, ladies. Try a grown-up kiss. You know how it is, you’ve seen movies.”

Melina did know what he meant. It was true that the quick peck wasn’t much of a kiss, she supposed. She had even kissed her mother like that sometimes when she was younger, so it did seem a bit childish. A long adult kiss, what would that feel like? Still, maybe that was crossing a line. She turned to her friend again, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. Abbie smiled a bit awkwardly and shrugged, simply looking back at her and waiting. It seemed she was leaving the decision to her.

Melina figured that since they had already taken the first step, they might as well try this kissing business all the way. She leaned in again, more hesitantly this time. Their eyes met and there was a brief struggle to avoid bursting out laughing again. Once they managed to keep their composure, Melina resumed closing the distance to her friend’s lips and Abbie met her halfway there. Their lips brushed softly against each other. Melina could feel her heart beating loudly in her ears. She saw the other girl close her eyes and did the same, remembering that’s what they always did in movies. Their lips pressed together more firmly.

Her lips are so soft, Melina thought, then immediately wondered if that was a weird thing to think. Her stomach felt full of butterflies, her mind was a stormy sea of conflicting, confusing thoughts. The kiss went on for a few seconds, then broke; she wasn’t sure which one of them had pulled back. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw Abbie, still very close, smiling shyly at her, and she felt herself blush once again.

“Much better,” came the voice of Erik, who she had nearly forgotten. “Now, how about putting some tongue into it?”

Melina’s head whipped towards the computer screen. “Tongue?”

“Sure. You know what a French kiss is, right?”

“Well…” She did know, but… Turning back to Abbie, she found the girl’s face was still very close to her own, a spark of something she didn’t quite recognize in her eyes. Abbie took the lead without waiting this time, pressing her lips to her friend’s. Melina found herself kissing her back without thinking. After a moment, she felt Abbie’s tongue hesitantly poking at her mouth. Are we really doing this? she thought, but her mouth seemed to open wider on its own. Her friend’s tongue slipped in and started dancing playfully with her own. The sensation was electric. The wings of the butterflies in her stomach were creating a hurricane. Her mind had become blank, the whole of her attention focused on their intertwined tongues.

“Oh yeah, that’s hot,” came the disembodied voice from the computer — ruining the moment a bit, Melina thought. Abbie broke the kiss and straightened, glaring at the webcam, apparently feeling the same.

Erik didn’t seem to notice. “Now, how about, uh, showing some skin? You’re both really cute… I’d love to see more of you.”

Melina was not surprised by the request this time; of course that’s what he was going to ask. Feeling cheeky, she lifted up her blouse for a brief instant, just showing a flash of her flat tummy. That was technically skin, right?

He gave her a skeptical look. “You can do better than that. Why don’t you unbutton that blouse?”

“Mel…” she heard Abbie say in a worried tone. Glancing at her friend, she saw her wide-eyed and shaking her head emphatically.

Abbie was right, this had gone on long enough. “Hmm, no. Sorry.” Melina said as she put her hand back on the trackpad to move the mouse cursor.

“Hey, hold on-” Erik began but he was cut off as she closed the chat window.

Melina let out a deep breath. “Wow. That kinda got out of hand.”

“I’ll say!” Abbie was still looking at her with wide eyes. “You weren’t really thinking about… stripping for him, were you?”

Melina shook her head. “Nah. That was going too far…”

They were silent for a moment. Thinking back to what she had been doing with her friend just moments ago, color rose to Melina’s cheeks once again.

“Um… sorry you had to kiss me,” she said sheepishly.

Abbie giggled. “That’s okay. That part wasn’t so bad…”

“Yeah, I guess it felt sorta nice…” she admitted.

“Really? You liked it?”

Melina shrugged awkwardly, embarrassed. She didn’t really know how to feel about the kiss. Trying to change the subject, she said: “Maybe I should have asked him to ‘show some skin.’ I bet he would’ve taken out his you-know-what!” She grinned at her friend.

Abbie didn’t seem too enthused. “Hmm, I guess. Um, the thing is…” She hesitated.

“What is it?” Melina asked.

Abbie looked at her uncertainly for a moment, then seemed to make a decision. “I don’t, um… I don’t think I like boys, that way.”

“Oh…” Melina said, then after a second grasped her full meaning. “Oh! You mean…?”

Abbie nodded shyly, avoiding her friend’s gaze.

“Oh, wow. So, I just made out with a lesbian, huh?” Melina said, trying to wrap her mind around the situation.

Abbie took on a pained expression. “I… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to trick you or anything.”

“No, no, it’s okay… I mean, I kinda dragged you into this whole thing.” Melina put her hand on her friend’s shoulder to reassure her, and Abbie gave her a grateful smile.

They fell silent again, each girl lost in her own thoughts. My best friend is a lesbian, Melina thought. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it. She was even more confused about the kiss she had rather enjoyed. Thinking back, she realized Abbie never really talked about boys she liked; maybe she should have suspected something. Remembering a recent lunchtime conversation, she suddenly burst out laughing.

Abbie blinked at her. “What?” she asked warily.

“Just remembering yesterday when Alicia was telling you all about the boys she likes, you looked so bored. I guess I know why now.”

“Oh, yeah.” Abbie laughed with her and rolled her eyes. “The girl does go on and on about boys. You know she was at it for like fifteen minutes before you got there? I can’t say that’s really my favorite topic.”

“Yeah… you should have told us,” Melina said, more seriously.

“Um… maybe.” Abbie shrugged. “It’s just… I don’t know… awkward?”

“Doesn’t have to be. You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Abbie nodded, and they exchanged a smile.

Melina closed the laptop’s lid, and got up to stretch her legs a little. A thought came to her.

“So…” she began uncertainly, “earlier, when you said I was hot… you were serious?”

Abbie grinned sheepishly and shrugged. “Well… you are.”

Melina giggled. “Thanks I guess.” It should have felt weird, her best friend telling her she was hot, but it didn’t, really. She found she genuinely enjoyed the compliment. “Why didn’t you want me to strip then?” she added with a wink.

Her friend frowned. “Well, not in front of that creep.” She nodded towards the laptop. “That’s messed up.”

“Oh, I see how it is,” Melina said teasingly, “you just wanted a private show uh?” Feeling playful, she popped the bottom button of her blouse, showing a bit of her belly.

Abbie suddenly stood up straighter, her eyes wide, staring at the bit of exposed flesh. Melina giggled at her reaction. She had not really intended to continue, but watching the effect she had on her friend was pretty amusing so she decided she might tease a little bit more. She wanted to change out of her blouse anyway. She popped another button and began swaying her hips to an unheard rhythm. Abbie’s mouth opened in silent surprise, her eyes glued to the motion of her friend’s body. Melina grinned to herself. Another button undone and she could hear the other girl getting a little short of breath.

She laughed. “You’re being silly, you’ve seen me undress lots of times in the locker room.”

“Well yeah but… not like this.” Abbie swallowed hard.

“I guess not.” She winked, continuing her little dance. She really wasn’t sure where she was going with this, but she felt very sexy and she had to admit she was enjoying it. Another button popped, exposing her white bra. “Wait, have you been checking me out in the locker room?” she asked as the thought came to her.

Color rose to Abbie’s cheeks, but she didn’t look away – possibly she couldn’t make herself look away. “Well, maybe a little,” she admitted.

So my best friend has been checking me out, Melina thought, unsure how she felt about it. It should have been uncomfortable, maybe, but she had already found that she liked being desired. Even if it was her friend, that was rather less creepy than strangers on the Internet, she supposed.

Undoing the last button on her blouse, she turned her back to Abbie, and let the garment slide down her arms a little, as she imagined a stripper might. She had never seen a strip show of course, but still, she had seen a few music videos that came pretty close. She tried to take off the blouse completely in one smooth motion as she turned back to her friend. The effect was perhaps not quite has sexy as she had planned when the piece of clothing caught on one arm and she had to shake it off. Still not bad for a first timer, she thought. Abbie certainly didn’t seem to mind.

Now that it was done, Melina grew a bit uncomfortable, standing there shirtless. She thought that was probably as far as she wanted to take things, and now wasn’t quite sure what to do. Abbie was still staring at her expectantly, seemingly enraptured. Deciding to snap her out of it, on a whim, Melina threw her blouse at her friend’s face, making her laugh in surprise.

“Welp, show’s over,” Melina declared as she walked to her wardrobe and opened it.

“Aw, you’re stopping now?” Abbie protested, as she pulled the garment off her head.

“You looked like you were getting a bit too excited.”

“Tease!” They both giggled.

“And anyway, it’s not really fair if I’m the only one taking off my clothes,” Melinda added absentmindedly as she looked through the shirts in the wardrobe, more to have something to say than anything else.

“What, now you’re interested?” Abbie asked, getting up and raising an eyebrow at her.

“Oh um I… I mean…” Melinda stammered. Was she interested? She didn’t know anymore. This afternoon had been a roller coaster of thrills and confusion. “I just meant, it’s kinda awkward being the only one shirtless, I guess.”

Abbie studied her for a moment. “Okay, then,” she said finally, and started slowly pulling her shirt up, caressing her skin as she uncovered it.

“Oh,” Melina said simply, eyes widening. She slowly sat down on her bed, watching her friend. She had to admit Abbie was putting on a sexy show, uncovering and covering skin, swaying and spinning, hands roaming over her young body. The other girl hesitated a little when it came time pull the t-shirt over her bra, and Melina wondered if she would dare go as far as she had herself. The reason for the hesitation became clear when, deciding herself, Abbie pulled the shirt off completely in one swift motion, revealing her small but proud breasts.

“Oh,” Melina said again.

Abbie shrugged shyly. “I took off my bra when I changed earlier. It’s kinda annoying and it’s not like I really need one yet anyway,” she said, briefly cupping one small breast in her hand to illustrate her point. Melina couldn’t help but notice her nipples seemed very stiff.

Grinning, Abbie bundled up her shirt and threw it at the other girl’s head as revenge for earlier. When Melina was able to see again, she found her friend had crossed the distance to her bed, and now sat down close to her. Very close.

“So. Did you really like kissing me earlier?” she asked, now serious. Her tone betrayed both excitement and a little bit of fear.

Melina opened her mouth to reply, realized she had no idea what she wanted to say, closed it again. She had liked the kiss, if she was being completely honest with herself. Of course, she knew that wasn’t what Abbie was really asking though, but rather if she wanted to do it again. The thought raised so many questions at once in her mind: Was she ready for this kind of thing? Would it lead to… other things? Did she want that? Why did Abbie sitting so close, half-naked, made her feel so funny in her stomach? Was she attracted to her best friend? Did that mean she was a lesbian as well? What would it mean for their friendship if they started fooling around?

Her brain felt caught in a maelstrom of confusing thoughts. She needed to find the calm in the eye of that storm. Closing her eyes, she pushed all those thoughts away. Focusing instead solely on her gut reaction to the thought of kissing her friend, she was a little surprised to find only excitement, maybe even desire. Mentally shrugging away the doubts, she decided to stop worrying and just go along with whatever felt right. There would be time to sort it all out later.

Opening her eyes again, she saw Abbie looking a bit worried at her hesitation. She gave her a shy but reassuring smile.

“Y-yeah, I did,” she finally replied, timidly.

A big smile instantly spread on Abbie’s lips, and excitement shone in her eyes.

“Good,” she said simply before pressing her lips to Melina’s, who found herself kissing her back with some passion. After a moment Abbie’s tongue also pressed against her mouth and she let her in, their tongues resuming their earlier dance.

Continue on to Chapter 2

Secrets, Chapter 10

  • Posted on September 25, 2016 at 1:51 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Once inside my bedroom, Jae immediately started taking off her clothes, first her blouse, then her bra. As she began to unzip her leather mini, she looked at me. I was just standing there, watching, still in my robe and nightgown.

“Come on, honey, let’s get naked,” she said.

“Oh, uh, you don’t wanna borrow a nightie or something?”

Jae rolled her eyes. “You sleep in the raw with your daughter, don’t you? So why not with me?”

“Well… all right.”

I slipped out of my robe, hanging it on the back of the door. Then I lifted the nightgown over my head and off. I was wearing panties too, so I pushed them down, stepping out of them. During all this I hadn’t made eye contact with Jae, but I could sense that she was watching me. I looked up.

My sister was on her side in the bed, propped on an elbow, grinning. The sheets were just above her waist. I blushed deeply, and had to resist the urge to cover myself with my hands.

I was feeling self-conscious because it had always seemed to me that Jae had a much nicer body than mine. She was tall and slim with long perfect legs, and with small breasts set high on her chest. She was very pretty, too, although she usually wore only a minimal amount of makeup, just enough to accentuate her lovely brown eyes set off by short dark hair.

In addition to being blonde with a few freckles and shorter than my sister, I tended to plumpness, though I tried hard to keep a good figure. My breasts were larger than hers, with big pink nipples. But my tits were starting to sag, and my thighs and butt showed some cellulite. I felt like I never measured up next to Jae.

She didn’t say anything, just gazed at me, smiling as her eyes ran up and down my body. When I started toward the bed, she pulled back the covers for me and we settled in, lying on our sides, facing one another.

It was only then that I remembered why I’d put on a nightgown in the first place. It was in case the little girls, specifically Melissa, needed to come to my room for some reason. I hadn’t wanted her to find me nude. Oh well, I figured, too late to worry about that now.

“Um, do you want me to turn out the light?” I asked.

Jae shook her head. “No, not yet. But can I ask you something?”

“Sure. What?”

“Well, when you and Kerie get in bed at night, what do you do first? Usually, I mean.”

“Usually?” I giggled. “Usually we fuck.” All that alcohol was definitely having an effect.

“I know, but I mean, what do you do first? How do you start?”

“Jeez, lots of different ways. But I suppose most often it’s with Kerie on top. We like to kiss and, you know, I open my legs and she slides up and down on me.”

“Nice.” She licked her lips. “Tell me how that feels.”

It suddenly struck me that my sister was masturbating, right there beside me. This was something new. We’d done it together over the phone, of course, and I’d watched her that one time at her house — but this was much more intimate than anything we’d ever done before, at least since we were kids. Now we were naked in bed, close enough to touch or kiss, and she was rubbing her pussy!

This made me very excited.

“You want me to tell you what it feels like,” I leered, “when my 8-year-old daughter fucks me?”

“Yeah, I do. I really do.”

I slid a hand down between my legs. Somewhere, in a distant part of my mind, a small voice argued that it was too risky: what if Kerie and Melissa came in? But I ignored that voice. The wine and my lust were far more persuasive.

“Mmm, think about that, Jae. A warm little body on top of yours, all sweet and smooth, her hairless mound sliding up and down on your wet pussy. She’s kissing you, and she has a hand on your tit, playing with the nipple.”

“Uh-huh, go on.”

I parted my legs, raising a knee, making it easier to push a finger up inside my juicy cunt. Jae grinned when she realized what I was doing.

“And she loves it. The little girl loves turning you on, making you hot, making you come. She loves it as much as you do, maybe even more.”

“She does?”

“Oh my god, yes, she really does, absolutely. Kerie loves sex and can’t get enough. But now she’s kissing you and fucking you, rubbing herself on you faster and faster and faster, and—”

“Ohhhh!! God!!” Jae gasped, her eyes squeezed shut. She was climaxing.

I wasn’t really close yet, but that was fine, because it was almost as pleasurable just to watch her. I truly love that. I continued slowly fucking myself, rubbing my thumb over my clit as my sister groaned and shuddered, coming hard.

When she finished, she opened her eyes, blinking, trying to catch her breath.

“God,” she said. “God, I came — I came twice with — with Rose — but this was just as good — here with you.”

“Was it?” I smiled.

“Uh-huh. I don’t know why… I guess ‘cause of what we’re talking about, you know, about Kerie.”

“Yeah, I know. I like talking about that.”

“Me too. It really turns me on.”

As I slid a finger in and out of my pussy and thumbed my clit, I felt the buildup starting. It wouldn’t take much longer now.

But then Jae said, “Hey, want to try something else?”

“Huh? Try what?”

“Um, I wanna come one more time. But, I mean, is it okay if we kiss? That might make it even better, you know?”

“Really?? You want to kiss me?”

“Uh-huh.”

I took a deep breath before replying. This seemed like a very big step for us. Finally I said, “Well… okay.”

She wrapped an arm around me, pulling me tight, our bare breasts pressing together. Her other hand was working between her legs. As close as we were, I could feel her movements, our fingers sometimes touching.

“Keep going,” she whispered. “I’m gonna come again, and I want you to come too, while we’re kissing.”

“All right.”

She brought her lips to mine — and for the first time since we were girls, my sister and I shared a deeply sensual, sexual kiss.

Her tongue was in my mouth. She was breathing hard. I felt her fingers moving fast between her legs. It was clear it wouldn’t take long at all for her to come.

I shoved a second finger inside my vagina, moaning with pleasure as we kissed. I fucked myself, pushing my fingers deep, stimulating my g-spot. Then I heard Jae start to squeal, but with her mouth still clamped over mine. And as she started to come, I did too. We climaxed together that way, kissing and masturbating, naked bodies hot and sweaty.

As our simultaneous orgasms wound down, we finally ended the kiss — and then both burst into giggles, hugging and laughing. I felt incredibly close to her at that moment, not just physically, but emotionally and in every other way. Next to Kerie, I love my big sister more than anyone else in the world.

 

A few minutes later, I’d turned out the light and we were lying together in the dark, side by side, holding hands.

“That was nice,” said Jae, in a languid voice.

“It was,” I agreed. “I’m really glad you came over tonight.”

“Me too. I’m really glad I came.”

We chuckled about that, and then she said, “So, for me, that’s… four orgasms, counting the ones with Rose. But I mean, like, compared to you that’s nothing. How many did you say you had with Kerie?”

“Well, I think seven is the most. Although sometimes, you know, I kinda lose track.”

“I’ll bet you do.”

We were quiet then for a couple of minutes, until Jae said, “Shelly?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re not asleep yet, are you.”

“No,” I grinned in the dark, squeezing her hand. “I’m not asleep yet.”

“Because, um, there’s something I’ve been thinking about.”

“Okay. What is it?”

“Well, remember the other day when I said the idea of lesbian incest is really exciting to me? And you said it was for you too, that maybe it runs in the family? Remember that?”

“Yeah, I guess. What about it?”

“Well, I was thinking about our mom. I mean, she and Dad seemed happy enough together, I suppose. By most standards, you’d say it was a pretty good marriage, right? And yet, Mom always seemed kind of sad to me, disappointed, like maybe she thought she was missing out on something in her life. I think that possibly — no, I’m actually pretty sure — Mom was bi-curious, even though I doubt she ever actually tried anything.”

“What makes you say that?”

“What, that she never tried anything?”

“No, I mean that she was bi-curious, as you call it. What makes you say that?”

“Well, after I came out to them when I was, what, 19, and then once in a while I would bring one of my college girlfriends over to the house, do you remember how Mom would look at those girls?”

“No, not really.”

“I do. I hadn’t thought about it for a long time, until you said that the other day about it running in the family. But, yeah, after Mom knew for sure I was gay, and she would see me with my girlfriends, it was like I could tell what was going through her mind — that she was imagining me having sex with them, that she was picturing them naked, and me naked with them, and I think it was turning her on.”

“Come on, Jae. You’re just making that up.”

“No, I mean it. Like I said, I’m pretty sure she never acted on anything, but I’m almost certain she had sexual feelings for those girls, and maybe for me too, and for you.”

“Really? You really think so? For us?”

“Yeah I do, I really do. And now that you’ve got this amazing thing going with your own daughter, Kerie, it makes me wonder what it would have been like if our situation as kids had been different — you know, if Mom had felt free somehow to act on her desires. What if she had let us know that she wanted to have sex with us? Have you ever thought about that?”

I felt movement in the bed. Jae was starting to masturbate again.

“No, I haven’t ever thought about that,” I answered softly.

But now I did. I pictured our mother, a lovely woman who was built more like Jae than like me… she was tall, 5’7”, almost the same height as our father, with long legs and a willowy figure. She liked short skirts and dresses, and almost always wore high heels, showing off her beautiful legs. My mom was very pretty, with blonde hair and blue eyes like mine. But Jae was right, she did seem kind of sad much of the time, like something was missing. Could it really be true that she longed for lesbian sex, or even more, that she might have had forbidden desires for Jae, and for me, her own daughters?

In the darkness, Jae said, “I always loved looking at Mommy, especially when I was younger. I think she was the first woman I ever truly wanted sexually.”

“Okay.”

“Do you remember when she would come in at night when we were kids and tuck us in bed and give us a goodnight kiss? How she would always smell so nice then, and how she would wear those flimsy transparent nighties, and we could see her naked body right through them? Remember that?”

I did remember, although for many years I hadn’t thought about it. But now, in the light of the way Jae was describing things…

“Yeah,” I nodded, “that does seem kind of unusual, doesn’t it? She would kiss us a lot at night as I recall.”

“Yes, she would, definitely. Even when we were getting older, up until maybe around the time I started high school, she still did that. And I don’t know about you, but sometimes she would also slide her hand under the covers and just kind of caress me a little bit. Not doing anything really sexual, but just touching me as we kissed.”

I could feel the bed moving faster, Jae’s body responding to her touch.

“I remember that,” I said. “She did it with me too. I liked how it felt.”

“So did I, a lot. And there’s another thing. Did you ever wonder why our house had three bedrooms but you and I slept in one, and she and Dad had separate rooms?”

“Yeah, that was kind of strange.”

“I don’t think Mom and Dad had sex very often, at least after the first few years. And now, as I’m remembering how she would come in at night, dressed up so sexy, and kiss us and touch us — I’ll bet she went back to her own room right after that and masturbated while she thought about us, about you and me.”

“Really? God, Jae, that’s pretty erotic.”

“I know. I think our mom was a very sexual person, but who felt, I don’t know, like, unable to act on her true desires, to do more, to do all the things she really wanted.”

“You might be right.”

“Anyway, I’m wishing now that she… I wish she had done more, a lot more. I wish she’d used her tongue when she kissed me, and I wish she’d put her hand between my legs when I was little, and, and rubbed—” and then she came.

I wrapped my arms around Jae, hugging her tight as she climaxed, kissing her cheek, whispering soft words.

I loved my sister so much it almost brought tears to my eyes. I appreciated how she was always so open to sharing things with me, even the most secret, intimate things, and how she would listen to anything I wanted to tell her. She was my best friend, and more.

When her orgasm was finally over, she turned to me, smiling, panting, still trembling from her arousal.

“Wow… god… now I… now I’m coming while I fantasize about our mother seducing me. I’m getting to be as bad a pervert as you.”

“Yes, you are,” I grinned as I kissed her nose. We cuddled a while longer, shared a few more tender kisses, then fell asleep in each other’s arms.

 

I woke first the next morning, Sunday morning. Jae was snoring softly. She’d done that when we were kids too, when we’d shared a bedroom, but I’d forgotten about it. It made me smile.

For several minutes I lay quietly, just thinking about things. It was still fairly early, not yet 8:00, and I figured the little girls wouldn’t be up for at least another hour, if not more. Who knows how late they’d stayed up gabbing and giggling and maybe doing other stuff.

I wondered what other stuff they might have done. Kerie had told Melissa about the sexy games she and I played together, and it wouldn’t have surprised me if they’d tried something similar with each other. After all, I hadn’t forbidden it, and girls that age are naturally curious, so perhaps they did. I decided, however, that I really should ask Kerie about it later. We’d already agreed there wouldn’t be any secrets between us about such things. That seemed important to me. I hoped that as she grew up, my daughter would always be open, wanting to talk with me about anything and everything.

Feeling ready for the day, I got out of bed, put on a robe, and went to the kitchen to make coffee. I sat at our small dining table for another half hour, sipping my coffee, pondering what the future might hold. Was I really planning to go through with that clandestine meeting I’d arranged with Tina? Then I chuckled to myself — oh yes, I most certainly was. There was no way I’d miss out on an opportunity to be alone and quite possibly have sex with a hot and willing 15-year-old girl, even if she was a student. What a perv you are, Shelly.

Hmm, and what about Tina’s mother, Valerie? The woman had seemed quite eager to become better acquainted with me. Was there something else behind that eagerness, something more, perhaps, than simply a desire for friendship? Or was I only imagining that, reading sexual intent when none was really there? I wanted to find out, one way or the other.

There was also Jae to think about. Where would things go from here between her and Rose? Would they start a real relationship, something deeper than just dating and sex?

Smiling, I remembered how happy I’d felt in bed with Jae the night before, masturbating with her and kissing, and then talking quietly for a long time about our childhood and about our mom. It made me feel all comfy and cozy inside, being so close to my sister. Now, I decided again, it really was time to…

I heard footsteps, heading my way. Jae came into the kitchen, yawning and stretching. She was wearing her panties and her blouse, unbuttoned, and nothing else.

“I smelled coffee,” she grinned.

“Sit down, honey. I’ll pour you some.”

We sat together for a couple of minutes but were soon interrupted by the little girls. They were up a lot earlier than I’d expected, chattering excitedly and demanding breakfast. Kids have so much energy!

I said good morning, kissed them both, and got some cereal out. They each ate two bowls of Frosted Mini Wheats, then ran off to play in Kerie’s room.

Continue on to Chapter 11

Honey Loves – Confessions of an Incestuous Mother, Chapter 3

  • Posted on September 24, 2016 at 4:52 pm

By eloquent delinquent

Maybe the vow wasn’t the best idea. Maybe I should’ve known myself better. Maybe I shouldn’t have nursed Bianca on my lap while I lazily stroked off watching porn, but I got such intense orgasms doing it. Maybe I should’ve noticed how long I spent wiping and oiling her chubby vagina and pink anus after I’d given my baby her bath. Maybe leaning in to sniff her tiny clean privates should’ve given me pause. Maybe I thought I had it under control, she was my own daughter, so what could really happen?

Things like this didn’t get serious for me until Bianca was finishing potty training, so she must’ve been about three and a half. Like most toddlers, learning to use the toilet really heightened her awareness of her body. And like me, that awareness led her to discover the good feelings she could get by touching her soft little puss. She took to it unabashedly, and I can’t count the number of times I opened a door or turned a corner to find my baby girl fully dressed with her trainers pushed down past her knees, happily petting between her plump legs. Sometimes she squirmed and gurgled on her back, and others I’d discover her standing there, hips rocking into her little hand as she did it, one finger in her mouth, eyes distant, sighing.

Confronted with her innocently sexual behavior, I spun into a terrible confusion. I agonized, agonized, over what to do about it. Should I stop her? But if I did, would she turn out like I did, clandestinely curious, obsessed with nudity and privates? Should I let her go on? But if I did that, where would it end? Would it at all? Did any other mothers ever let that happen? What would people say? What would someone else think, or do, if they caught her at it?

By not deciding, I tacitly left her to keep touching. I avoided her during her sessions, refusing to confront or even acknowledge her behavior, quickly exiting when I barged in on her playing with herself down there. At least that’s what I told myself, deliberately editing out all the times I lingered in doorways or watched quietly from a distance, until I roused myself and moved on.

And though I barely admitted it, seeing Bianca pleasuring herself made me terribly excited, reminding me of my past joys. Little girls undressing for me and letting me look, those happy bath times when I babysat, the lasciviously playful Halliday twins, all of it coming together in my mind.

As my daughter became more active, I got more secretive, and took to furtively masturbating in the bathroom or bedroom like a stereotypical teen, guiltily and frequently. After my enormous, clenching orgasms, I’d conveniently forget what I’d been fantasizing about.

Part of what had happened was that her potty training was almost done, trainers only needed for the occasional mishap. I suppose she could’ve changed herself, but I still took care of it for her, and I imagine there was another red flag in that, too. That secret place between her legs stopped being associated with a messy chore for me, and instead I came to see it as enthralling, the center for her simple, bodily joy.

And it was during one of these unnecessary changing sessions that all of it came to a head. Looking back, I don’t know how else I thought it’d end up.

It was a spring day, and I’d seen her just moments before lying in the sunny spot cast by the window onto the carpet, dress pulled up and trainers pushed down, pale body exposed from nipples to knees, eagerly diddling her sweet spot. She faced into the light, eyes closed with a little, kitten-like smile on her lips. I called Bianca into her room, and when she came in she pulled her jumper dress off over her head, and wearing only her training pants she playfully jumped up on a changing table that was getting a little bit small for her, opening her legs wide.

I followed the same routine as always, except now when her trainers came off she was completely nude. I tried to ignore my thumping heart, suppressed what I’d seen happening on that sunny floor. She was clean, as she almost always was any more, except that her dainty pussy was a blushing, vivid pink and seemed a little damp. I used the wipes I always used, and spent a lot of time tenderly, luxuriously tracing her smooth intimate parts with them. Bianca squirmed and cooed excitedly, but I was in a kind of trance, the kind of trance I should’ve recognized.

With a strange kind of panicked keenness, I watched my infant daughter’s hand steal down, cover her little crease, and begin to rub it. My own fingers were just below hers, still wiping her tiny, thoroughly cleansed anal pucker, and I thoughtlessly matched my movements between her butt cheeks to the rhythm she used as she pet herself. I couldn’t look away from the way our hands moved in tandem, pleasing her delighted privates.

Bianca stretched and gave a high pitched sigh, the same as she did sometimes when she woke from a nap, and I glanced up her naked little body to her face. She was looking at me, and our eyes locked, hers studying me seriously. And I knew this was the moment, I couldn’t avoid this behavior any more, she was doing it right in front of me and awaiting my judgment. I saw her face, the high bright blush of her cheeks, the way her eyebrows knitted and arched as new sensations shimmered up her body, and her mouth, open in a slight smile, tip of her glistening little tongue resting on her lower lip. I saw beauty, I saw arousal, but more than anything, I saw joy.

My joyful Bianca, experiencing a pleasure like love, like the love I felt for her.

I found myself nodding, and smiling, and saying, “Honey, honey, that’s so pretty. You’re such a pretty girl. Does it feel good, honey? Does it feel good to touch like that?”

She moaned a little girl moan and nodded her head, her smile widening.

“You can give yourself touches, honey. Momma says it’s okay. If it feels good, honey, Momma says touching it is okay. Ooo, honey, that’s it, so pretty, you have the good touches.”

With my attention, my approval, I saw her excitement grow. And now that I’d admitted I liked what she was doing, my acceptance of it, I noticed what was happening to my own body, watching her. My breasts were terribly sensitive, nipples poking through my knit tank top and scratching against the fabric enticingly. Inside my yoga pants my pussy was swollen and juicy, my clit seeming to almost sparkle in its arousal. My cheeks were hot, I was horny as fuck.

I felt sexual desire for my own three year old daughter. That final admission frightened me, delighted me, confused me. At last, I was being honest with myself, and it was kind of overwhelming. Any thoughts I had were swamped by the need to feel, to touch.

Letting the baby wipe drop to the table, I slid my fingers from her tiny asshole up over her little slit, brushing her own hand back. She whined a little, looking at me questioningly as I babbled, “You want me to help you, honey? You want me to make you feel good? Should I touch you honey?”

Then I settled my hand onto her hot, slippery, exquisite girlish pussy, and I let out a heartfelt sigh of relief. Bianca’s eyes widened in surprise, but as I nestled one finger into her almost impossibly small, soft, tender folds, her eyes went unfocused in sheer pleasure. It was the first time someone else had touched her, and I knew how powerful that feeling was. Probing gently, I sensed the firm little bead of her tiny clit, and began to mimic her motion from my new, more provocative position in her crease.

Her legs twitched. Her head dropped back onto the table. She gurgled and breathed out, “Momma, mmm Momma…”

As I gently masturbated my little girl, my free hand thrust down the waistband of my yoga pants, twisted its way through my panties, and suddenly ecstasy surged outward from my own overexcited cunt, two fingers curled deep inside me while the pad of my thumb wiggled firmly on my clit. My own eyelids drooped, but I couldn’t stop looking at Bianca’s reaction to my touch.

“Ohh honey yes, the touches are so good, so pretty honey ahhh let me touch it, let me rub it honey let me rub you, such a good girl honey such a good good girl…”

I could sense my orgasm building almost immediately, but the sensations got stronger and stronger without breaking, and I realized it was because somehow my body was waiting for Bianca.

Her back arched, her whole body tensing. Her legs shivered. I trembled on the very edge, too, my breath caught, pressing but not moving my fingers in my blazing pussy.

I’ve read that children can’t cum, but with what I’ve seen in my life I’ll never believe that. Bianca had an orgasm, a little girl-gasm, on that changing table. Her body thrust and quivered, her eyes squeezed shut while her little mouth opened wide, her toes curled. I felt the gentle contractions of her pussy on my fingertip. It may not have been as intense as what happens to adults, but as it released her, I could tell what my daughter experienced was nothing short of heavenly.

Her little girl cum unleashed my all-grown-up one, and I clamped my thighs around my hand as I jerked and shuddered deeply, that sugar sweet storm billowing up through my belly and bursting in the top of my head. My ass flexed, humping my fingers. I kind of tipped over and pressed my cheek against Bianca’s fleshy leg as this intense joy coursed through me, eyes rolled up, lids fluttering.

“Uh! Yes, honey yes, oh honey, Hnn! Oh fuck, ohh yeah oh yeah honey feel it, the good pretty feelings, mmm fuck such a pretty girl, Momma loves you, ohhhh Momma loves you honey…”

My little girl and I shared an orgasm together. It was the most staggering, unexpected thing I’d ever felt. She had the cutest look on her face, cross-eyed and blissed. I glanced down at her bare tiny honeypot, pink and wet, the source of what had happened bewteen us, and I did what came most naturally to me.

I bent slightly and kissed her pussy.

She reacted with shrieking giggles, as if I’d tickled her. She must’ve been very sensitive there. The laughter quickly trailed off into panting, and she lifted her head and focused on me. Her gaze was intense and a little inscrutable, but in my horny state of mind I chose to think she was seeing me as a sexual being for the first time. I couldn’t help myself, I licked my lips and tasted the light tanginess of my daughter. Then I brought my sticky hand up out of my pants and up to my mouth, felt the grin on my lips, and smelled the wetness from my own cunt. Similar. I slid them quickly into my mouth and sucked them clean.

Bianca’s watchful gaze on me didn’t change. My emotions cooling, I felt a pang.

Quickly, reality set in. I still needed to change her and get her dressed, and those mundane acts got me thinking like a mother rather than a frustrated sex maniac. What had I done? What was I thinking?! It would’ve been bad enough just condoning her masturbation, letting her play with herself right in front of me. What mother allows that?! But no, I’d gone even further.

Once again, my horniness and poor impulse control had led the way, but this time it was incest. Incest! And not like the Halliday girls, all innocent and playful. I was old enough to know better. I was Bianca’s mother, responsible for protecting her, and I’d just sexually fondled her, and then masturbated myself like I was a 14 year old babysitter again. Oh god, incest with your sexually curious infant daughter sounded so terrible (but secretly still a little hot), and I felt like a monster.

The rest of that day, I was in a tumult. Bon-Bon wanted lots of cuddles, which she got because between my maternal instinct and my sexual release, I physically could not refuse. I needed to hold her soft warm little body as much as she wanted to be held. But even as I stroked her back and kissed her hair, I couldn’t help wonder if her need for closeness and comfort was a symptom of some trauma I’d inflicted, if our dirty moment would mar her idea of me.

The changing table couldn’t be avoided, but I put it off for so long that night that she was half-asleep when I finally did it, yawning hugely with her hand cupping her mouth. I was nervously efficient, not doing more than a clinical job of it. As I gave her the most routine wiping, my eyes lingered on her naked groin and my pussy fluttered against my will. There was sweat on my upper lip.

When it was done she toddled to her bed, and I watched her go, wondering, how long could I keep doing this and acting like I didn’t feel anything?

Back then, I never could have guessed that that anxious day would lead to this one. I would’ve recoiled from it in horrified fascination. My imagination simply couldn’t handle the thought of me like this, turning my cart down the quiet kitchen gadgets aisle, my hand hidden, one fingertip snug inside the slick heat of my daughter’s happy quim, her blushing face transported with an urgent, climbing pleasure. But as I drift to a stop, knowing I’m about to bring my little girl to orgasm in public for the first time, I’m grateful to whatever path led me here.

Bianca senses the cart’s stopped, and her eyelids lift drowsily as she struggles to focus on me. But down below, her hips don’t pause in the slightest, maintaining their primal rhythm, gently rocking down onto the hand that’s bringing her so much delight.

I speed up the stroking of my fingertip until I’m rubbing her tender flesh almost frantically. She responds, stiffening, gripping the rail of the cart tightly. Bianca takes deep, gasping breaths as she tries to keep quiet, tries to adjust to the intense sexual feelings I’m giving her. With her head bent forward, my six year old daughter looks up at me from under her bangs, eyes practically begging, her mouth open and panting.

“Yeah, mmm, mmm! Hnh Momma ah,” she whispers tightly.

This eye contact sparks something deep inside me, I’m mesmerized by the depth of desire I see in my little girl, her craving for me to stimulate her, to satisfy her. My cunt and asshole both throb steadily, begging for touches of their own. I’m halfway convinced I can smell myself, I’m so soaked between my legs. This is my terrible, joyous secret – I love my baby’s arousal, love that she turns to me with her desires, love that we share her delights, love touching her little, eager body and giving her grown-up pleasures. She turns me on as much as any ever lover ever has.

Carried away by my own erotic thoughts, I apply more pressure to her steamy slit, to the point where I’m almost lifting her up by her quim, sinking into it. Her entire pelvis quivers, her breath catches. Her eyelids blink heavily, then close, while her mouth opens wider, wider, an almost disbelieving look on her face.

Then, with what is unmistakably a sexual cry despite its girlish pitch, my little Bon-Bon cums, thrusting down hard into my hand, legs shooting out straight, shuddering, then the heels of her boots kick against the cart and lock there. She’s got my wrist pinned into the leg divider and I can feel the pulses of her orgasm on my fingertip, feel her twitches and trembles in my palm as I cup the soft hot flesh of her mound.

Her eyes are squeezed tightly shut now, as the overwhelming pleasure erupts in her brain. But the corners of her wide open mouth are rising, the ecstatic smile I always love to see, so proud my little girl gets so much joy from the way her Mom finger-fucks her.

With a breathy giggle she suddenly squirms back from my hand, just as ticklishly sensitive as ever after her intense little cummie. It’s only as she keeps giggling and looks at me, great mischievous happiness on her rosy face, that it occurs to me that I’m still standing on a supermarket aisle, that I just gave my daughter an orgasm right next to the cheese slicers and ice cream scoops. I guiltily glance all around us, but although people pass by the end of the aisle, the coast is still clear.

Giving her one last hidden squeeze down there, I ask, “How was that, Bon-Bon? Is that what you wanted this morning?”

She sighs, nods, “Oh yeah. I need your honey loves sometimes, I just need it.”

I trail my hand down the inside of her leg, withdrawing. “Did you have a good cummie for me?”

She smiles brightly, bounces. “So good! Doing it here, being naughty here, the way you do the honey loves for me, it feels so, oh my gosh so good.”

I grin proudly at her as my hand emerges from under her dress. I lift it to my nose and gently sniff Bianca’s sweetly musky pussy. It creates desires that are even more inappropriate for the public. But that smell, oh fuck that little girl smell, it makes me feel so naughty.

I’m stirred from my thoughts by Bon-Bon saying, “Momma, can I, please?” I glance down at her and see she’s focused on the same thing I am.

“Momma, please?” she repeats softly.

Shrugging, I lower my hand to her face, and she lightly takes mine with both of hers and guides it til my dirty fingertip is just below her nose. Daintily closing her eyes, she inhales, and the scent of her own wet pussy brings a secretive little grin to her lips. She loves the way she smells.

And tastes, I note as she ducks her head down, covers my finger with her lips, and begins to suck. I feel her wet tongue busily licking the pad of my finger while her wide eyes peer left and right, looking for anyone who might interrupt her treat.

Feeling the play of her warm wet mouth on my hand, the thought of the smell and taste of cunt bounding through my mind, sensing the aching need in my panties, I find my body making a decision for me, as it so frequently does.

“Bon-Bon, I think Momma needs private time with you right now.”

Her brown eyes show only curiosity. With a slurp, she removes my finger from her mouth and simply asks, “But how?”

Continue on to Chapter 4

Close-Ups: Images of Desire, Chapter 5

  • Posted on September 23, 2016 at 5:32 pm
By JetBoy (with babykeiko)

Previously in “Close-Ups”: Yukio has been carefully encouraged to touch, then kiss, then begin making love to her eight-year-old daughter Linnie by lesbian photographer Alexandra. Now Yukio is on the verge of going down on the child for the first time.

*****

Moistening her lips, Yukio resumed her kissing, this time traveling between the child’s legs. She moved from the right to the left, then back again, each kiss drawing the young mother nearer to Linnie’s sex.

And then she was there, her face framed by the soft, golden flesh of Linnie’s inner thighs, no more than an inch or two from her baby’s vulva. Yukio took a moment to marvel at its beauty. It was practically a cliche to compare women’s sexes to flowers, she knew, but the delicate folds of Linnie’s pronounced labia hinted at nothing so much as an exotic orchid. Only this blossom smells even lovelier, Yukio decided, breathing deeply of the rich aroma.

Linnie trembled, feeling the warm zephyr of Yukio’s breath as it caressed her pudenda. Somehow, she knew instinctively what was about to happen — her mother was going to kiss her there. It seemed too wonderful, too dreamy to believe.

Placing a finger and thumb on either edge of the slit, Yukio tenderly opened her little girl, gazing in wonder at the breathtaking sight of the fiery red flesh hidden within. A shudder of rapture coursed through her — and she responded, pressing an open-mouthed kiss into Linnie’s vagina.

A ragged gasp broke from the child’s throat, her back arching slightly upward from the bed. And before she could recover from her astonished delight, Yukio’s tongue had emerged to take the first lick, gliding up the length of the pink crease. She paused to mull over the special flavor of her daughter’s sex, finding it delicious — then licked again. And again.

Linnie stared sightlessly at the studio ceiling, mouth hanging open as Mummy’s tongue bathed her kitty, spreading liquid fire between her quivering legs. Nothing’s ever, ever, EVER been like this! she told herself. She hugged her upper half fiercely, so awash in good feelings that she wanted to shout out loud.

A choked cry broke into Linnie’s rapture — and the girl turned to gape at Alex, watching her Rubenesque form jerk helplessly as she fucked herself, fingers plunging in and out of her hairy triangle. Her face was contorted, as if she were in pain, but Linnie understood that, right then, the older woman felt only ecstasy.

Oh my gosh, she realized with a start, she’s coming. Miss Alex is coming!

She had never witnessed or experienced an orgasm herself, only heard about them from her mother when she learned how sex worked. At the time, the whole idea had seemed so mysterious to the inquisitive eight-year-old. But now she had a close-up view of her beloved Miss Alex, moaning and rocking against the headboard, gasping for breath, large breasts bobbing up and down as she rode her hand — and suddenly, Linnie saw the act of coming as much more of a miracle than a mystery.

Finally, the photographer’s body stilled. Alex sat quietly for a moment before slowly settling back, a hand firmly cupped over her vagina, the headboard giving a slight creak as it took her weight.

Sighing happily, thrilled by the beautiful thing she’d just witnessed, Linnie allowed her eyes to drift shut, surrendering herself once more to Mummy’s skilled mouth and fingers.

Yukio continued to feast upon her daughter’s vulva, exploring every inch of the sweet, smooth flesh with her lips and tongue, drinking down the child’s flowing honey. She took her time, wanting to take Linnie as high and far as possible before bringing her off.

Regaining her breath, Alex wiped her damp brow with the back of the hand before pushing herself away from the headboard, then lying down next to Linnie. Turning onto her side, she placed a hand upon the child’s flat chest. Linnie’s eyes fluttered open.

“Hey, cutie,” crooned Alex in a husky whisper, brushing the girl’s tiny nipples with the tips of her fingers, grinning to see them respond visibly to her touch. “How does it feel to have Mommy licking your pussy?”

“Mmmmnnohhh it’s s-so wonderful!“ the girl blurted. “Mummy’s m-mouth feels all warm an’ nice…”

Alex laughed, pausing to nip playfully at Linnie’s ear. “She’s a lucky woman, your mother… I’ve wanted to lick you since the day we met.” She grazed the child’s neck with her lips, and Linnie responded with a tiny whimper. “I’ll bet you taste delicious, too.”

“R-really?” Linnie squeaked, eyes widening for an instant as Yukio probed her slit with a rapidly flickering tongue.

“Oh, sure,” cooed the photographer. “I love the flavor of pussy… and so will you, little one, when you get to lick your mommy, just like she’s doing to you.”

At that, Linnie felt an excited shiver. She’d been so thrilled by the special feelings that Mummy was giving her that she’d not given a thought to what it would be like to make love to her mother in the very same way. She imagined it — sprawling on her belly between those long, lovely legs, pressing kisses into the neatly trimmed triangle of curly hair that grew there.

Then she saw herself burying her face in Alex’s thick bush, licking at the glistening pink flesh she’d seen there mere moments ago… and the image only made her heart beat faster.

Nuzzling the girl’s ear, Alex whispered, “Would you like to know what I taste like, angel…?”

Scarcely able to speak, Linnie simply nodded.

Smiling hugely, Alex brought her right hand to within inches of the child’s face to show Linnie her fingers, still moist and sticky from masturbating. “O-pen wi-ide…” she sang, and the eight-year-old’s lips obligingly parted to accept what her new lover had to give.

Alex fed her wet fingers to Linnie, staring in awe as she sucked at them without a trace of hesitation; a little girl eager to sample the essence of a woman. “Well done, little one,” purred Alex. “Do you like it?”

Linnie quickly decided that she did like how Alex’s kitty tasted, very much. It reminded her of the time that Mummy had allowed her to take a tiny sip of red wine. The flavor had been strong but sweet, and left her mouth tingling. Yeah, she decided, sort of like that.

“It — it’s yummy!“ Linnie panted when Alex withdrew her fingers, the child squirming slightly as Yukio sucked at her labia, then bathed the vaginal opening with long, slow licks.

Yukio loved to go down on women, and her oral skills had always been prized by lovers. In particular, the shy Asian beauty had a skill for taking her sex partners to the edge of release gradually, stoking their ecstasy to the boiling point before she would allow them to come. By now, Linnie’s legs were trembling as the child’s sexual heat approached a near-unbearable intensity.

Deciding that it was time to unleash the orgasm that smoldered and bubbled within her daughter, Yukio parted the vaginal folds to expose the tiny pearl of Linnie’s baby clitoris.

Alex caressed Linnie’s flushed cheek. “You are utterly exquisite,” she murmured, “the prettiest little girl I’ve ever seen. God, I adore you.” With that, she dipped down to lick at the girl’s right nipple, circling the delicate bud.

Linnie moaned softly as she wrapped both arms around Alex’s neck, clutching the woman’s face to her flat chest.

Yukio blew lightly on the child’s clitoral nubbin, then grazed it with the tip of her tongue.

Linnie’s body shuddered as a dazzling flash of pleasure grazed her, those good feelings suddenly expanding into something beyond good. And when Mummy licked her again in that special place, she inhaled sharply. Something’s about to happen, she realized. Something big. And it’s almost here…

Tense with anticipation, Yukio pressed in further to kiss Linnie’s clit. Enclosing it between her lips, she sucked gently at the inflamed tip.

And with a choked gasp that quickly mounted into a scream, Linnie came.

It was like nothing she’d ever experienced. The rising warmth between her legs had overflowed and was spilling forth, rushing through to fill every part of her what felt like pure, radiant light – a light that crackled and roared, the sound filling her ears, accompanying her mewling cries of rapture.

And Mummy kept licking, kept kissing, her mouth doing wonderful things to Linnie’s kitty. Miss Alex was still there, too, nuzzling her nipples. Liquid sunfire continued to flow through her in warm torrents, rivulets of heat throbbing in the tips of her fingers as they snatched at the sheets. It seemed to keep growing, too, and the girl trembled all over from the mounting intensity of it.

Fragments of thought spun in her mind like thrown coins. So good this feeling, I could swim in it. Loving me, touching there, always and always. Humming all over, all inside. Getting bigger… bigger!

And for an instant it was too much, too big — as if it would break her apart, tear her to pieces. Linnie’s eyes flew open, and she cried out in fear, trying to warn her mother. “Oh Mummy… it’s — it’s – it’s –”

Suddenly it was like she’d pushed through something, somehow, and been cut loose to float in space, though she could still feel the bed beneath her. The light was still there, but less dazzling than before. Friendly and orange, now — like the flame of a candle.

She could feel her heart now, going thudthudthud inside, the way it did when she’d run a long way. Her body was no longer trembling. In fact, all Linnie wanted to do now was catch her breath and relax, sink deep into the sheets. To let everything go.

Despite her exhaustion, she was triumphant inside. I came! she silently rejoiced. I really came!

Continue on to Chapter 6

Jane and Nicole

  • Posted on September 22, 2016 at 6:00 pm

By Kathy-Anne Niemann

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

Thomas was half in the bag, and barely made it into the room. “Fuck,” he said.

Jane had just unzipped her black dress, the one she saved for special occasions like tonight. Special occasions like her fifteenth anniversary of being married to Thomas Wallace. Occasions like this when Thomas would have one too many and get really amorous to the point when Jane herself started to anticipate what would happen between them when they got home. Of course, on occasions like this, Tom would have one too many, drive them home sloppy drunk and pass out on the bed, woefully limp, and Jane would have to take care of matters by herself. She didn’t know if Tom knew about her dildo, but she thought he probably wouldn’t like the idea of that too much.

“Fuck what?” Jane said, finishing unzipping her little black dress.

“The babysitter needs a ride home,” Tom slurred.

“But I’m getting ready for bed!” she argued.

“Yeah, and I’m too drunk to drive any more.”

Too drunk to drive a fourteen year old girl home, but not too drunk to drive your wife of fifteen years home.

Jane knew she was stuck. She zipped her dress back up and grabbed her purse. Tom had been playing with himself, lying there on the bed.

“We’ll get down to business when you get back,” he said.

Jane shot him a half-smile. By the time she got back home, he’d be passed out on the bed still in his suit with his dick in his hands, and she’d spend another evening squatting in the bathroom pumping her dildo into herself, thrill of thrills. “I’ll be back soon,” she said, hopefully.

The girl was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, biting her fingernail. Jane had known Nicole since the girl’s family had moved in up the street six months ago. Nicole had babysat for her and Tom several times, and it wasn’t like little Katrina was a handful. Usually asleep by nine, and totally zonked out until morning.

“Sorry,” Nicole said, “My friend Jenny was supposed to pick me up, but she got in trouble at home.”

“No problem,” Jane said, reaching in her purse for her keys. She put on the coat that she wore to dinner that night, still warm, still smelling like cigarette smoke and garlic and the whiskey Tom had accidentally spilled on it.

“You look nice tonight, Mrs. Wallace,” Nicole said.

Jane had to smile. “Thanks, hon,” she answered. She took a quick look at Nicole. The girl was short, five three maybe. Black leather shoes over black and white striped tights. Short skirt, black blouse, too much eye makeup, hair done up in pigtails on the sides of her head. All told, the girl looked pretty nice herself. Jane hadn’t noticed much when Nicole had arrived earlier that evening with rushing to meet their reservations. ”You look pretty nice yourself, Nic,” Jane said.

The girl smiled and cast her eyes on the floor. “That’s cool you called me Nic,” she said. “That’s what my friend Jenny calls me.”

Jane dangled the keys in the air. “Shall we?”

It wasn’t black and white tights the girl was wearing. Jane noticed the moment Nicole sat down in the SUV. They were thigh socks. The hem of the girl’s skirt had hiked up while she reached behind her to buckle her seatbelt. Any higher and Jane would have seen way too far north to be comfortable. Jane started the car and backed out of the driveway.

“Did you have a good time tonight?” Nicole asked, making no effort to adjust the hem of her skirt.

“Mm,” Jane said, shrugging. She’d imagined it going a lot differently, but really shouldn’t have been surprised.

“Katrina is a doll.”

“Thanks,” Jane said. “Yeah, she’s pretty sweet.”

They drove the rest of the way in silence, listening to the smooth jazz station they’d been listening to on the ride home. Thomas kissing her hand and saying how much he wanted to stick it in her tonight. Thomas weaving and swerving all over the road. Kenny G on the radio.

They pulled up to Nicole’s house and Jane threw the car into park, but Nicole made no move to get out. There were no lights on in the house, but the car was in the driveway and the porch light was on.

Jane cleared her throat. “Everything okay?” She noticed for the first time that Nicole appeared uncomfortable.

“Everything’s fine,” the girl said.

“Okay, well, I’ll see you around then,” Jane prompted. She wondered if the girl was waiting for her to get out and open the door for her.

“Um,” Nicole started. “Do you want to come inside with me?”

Jane rolled her eyes. Scared teenager. “You want me to walk you to your door?”

“I’d rather you came inside the house with me,” came the answer.

“Why?” Jane asked.

Nicole gave an uncomfortable wince. “Because I’m wearing a pair of your panties.”

At first, Jane wasn’t sure she’d heard right, but then realized that she had. The girl was wearing one of her pairs of panties? As if Nicole could sense the question in the air, she reached down and pulled up the hem of her skirt. Sure enough, there was her pair of horizontally striped multicolored underwear that she’d bought last week at the Victoria’s Secret at the Valley Mall. Three pairs for ten bucks.

“Why are you wearing my panties?” Jane asked, terrified of the answer.

Nicole blushed and lowered her skirt. She picked at her fingernails while she answered. “Truth is,” she started, “I tried on a lot of your lingerie tonight.”

“You what?” Jane asked, now starting to get pissed. She just imagined this little twit going through her underwear drawer. Her bras, panties, the negligee Tom had bought her. Her slips, her hose. An inexcusable invasion of her privacy.

“I’m sorry,” Nicole said. “I just couldn’t stop myself.”

“I hope there was a good reason why you went through my stuff tonight.” Christ. Did the girl find the quarter bag that she and Tom had been slowly working through? The sheet of acid in her Junior year annual that Tom didn‘t even know about?

“Sort of,” Nicole answered. “I kind of have a crush on you.”

“You have a… crush on me.”

“Yeah,” she said, all the time picking at her fingernails.

“I’m married, you know,” Jane said, holding her left hand out, playing with the wedding band with her thumb.

“I know,” Nicole said. “I also know that you and Tom aren’t too close anymore.”

“And how do you know that?” Jane demanded.

“Because I found your dildo too.”

“Jesus!” Jane yelled. “Did you go through all my stuff?”

“I’m sorry,” she repeated. “I just got curious. I wanted to know more about you. You’re so beautiful and stylish and… I don’t know.”

Jane sighed. She knew what the girl was going through. Lord knew she’d gone through her own amount of girlhood crushes. Never on any older women, though. Not that the idea was repugnant or disgusting to her, she’d just never thought about it. Actually, the more she thought about it, the idea was kind of flattering.

“Look,” Jane said. “You’re a cute kid. You’re sweet and pretty and I’m very flattered that you’re interested in me. But nothing can happen between us. I mean, I could go to jail, worst case scenario.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Nicole said. “I wouldn’t turn you in. Hell, I started all this.”

“Yeah, and this is as far as it’s going to go.”

“Okay,” Nicole said. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Jane couldn’t wait to get home and pour herself a stiff drink, and then poke herself with her stiff dildo, and then pass out next to Tom.

“Would you at least walk me up to the door?” Nicole said.

“Sure,” Jane responded. As long it ends this night quicker, she thought.

They got out of the car, and shut the doors quietly. They strolled up to the house, Jane’s heels clicking a steady and purposeful counter-rhythm to Nicole’s thicker soles. They got to the door and Nicole put her key in the slot. She turned around. “Thanks for the ride,” she said.

“No problem,” Jane said, hand on her forehead, wishing above anything else to get back in the SUV and back home.

Nicole opened the door a crack. “Um,” she started, “do you want your panties back?

Jane weighed the pros and cons. She should just give the girl her panties, maybe give her something to remember her by. But damn it, she really liked them. She liked the way she looked in them. “Yes,” Jane said, quietly.

The girl reached up her skirt and began shimmying the panties off her hips.

“Not out here!” Jane hissed at her. “My god, I could be arrested right where we stand!”

“Sorry,” Nicole whispered. She opened the door and walked inside. Jane followed.

“Please tell me your parents aren’t home,” Jane whispered.

“Oh, they are. But they’re dead to the world about now. My dad could sleep through a tornado and my mom wears earplugs so she won’t have to listen to my dad snoring. Come on upstairs.”

“Look,” Jane said. “Just give me my panties and I’ll go home.”

“Upstairs,” Nicole demanded.

Jane followed the girl up the stairs imagining scenarios from the next ten to twenty years of her life. Arrest, trial, conviction. Maximum security prison, God knows what else. If she could just make this quick.

They reached the door to Nicole’s room and entered. The girl closed the door quietly behind them and turned on the light. Jane was relieved to find a normal teenage girl’s room. Justin Timberlake on the wall, small collection of CDs next to a boom-box. Daybed with flowered comforter, messy dresser with all kinds of makeup implements on top, jewelry box, papers, notes, normal girl stuff. Could have passed for Jane’s own room twenty years ago.

“I’ll be right back,” Nicole said.

“Where are you going?” Jane asked, alarmed.

“I’m going to take off your panties and go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay. Hurry,” Jane said.

Nicole left the room, and Jane was alone in the girl’s room. She wandered toward the dresser, checking out the various items atop it. At some point, the thought came to her that maybe she should go through Nicole’s drawers. One good turn deserved another, or so she was always taught.

She opened one quietly, and peeked inside. T-shirts mostly, names of bands that Jane had never heard of, and probably would be appalled if she heard them. She closed that drawer and opened another. Socks, tights, hose. Jane allowed herself a smile. Getting closer. She closed that drawer and opened the one to the left. Bingo.

Satiny bras, silky panties. Cotton and lycra. Elastic waistbands, adjustable straps. Thongs, briefs. Red, black, white, ecru, even some green and blue thrown in here and there. Jane dug her hand in the soft, slick pile of underclothes, sifting her fingers through them. She dug her hand in a few more times, feeling the wonderful sensations, the naughtiness of it.

Her fingers scraped across something at the bottom of the drawer. She pulled it out, and looked at it. It was a plain notebook, college ruled, purple cover on which her own name had been lovingly scripted.

Jane Wallace. She ran her fingers over the letters, transfixed by the care Nicole had taken with the lettering.

Jane flashed back suddenly to her own childhood. Her first sexual encounters, years before she met Thomas, back when she was Jane Biggs.

When the boys called her Jane Bigg Tits just because she’d been the first unlucky girl in her class to grow breasts. When the girls were jealous of her. That slumber party over at Denise Germain’s house when the other girls made her take her nightgown off so they could look at her. The way their fingers moved lightly over the just-growing mounds of flesh that had that dull ache about them. The way she went to sleep that night with her hand in her own panties, remembering the way the girls’ hands felt on her. Searing the memory into her brain so she’d never forget.

She remembered the way she’d felt toward Denise after that night. Was it something like a crush? Something like the one this Nicole had on her? Nicole, who wasn’t even a sperm when Jane had been at that slumber party.

Jane opened the notebook and looked inside. The first page was written on with a girl’s wildly looping hand. Jane skimmed down the page, and her eyes fell on random phrases. “I think I love Mrs. Wallace.” “bury my face between her legs.” “smell her hair.” “put my fingers in her mouth and make her taste herself.”

Jane flipped through the notebook, and found more of the writing.

“can’t stop thinking about her.”

“obsession.”

“Mom’s Polaroid camera to her house tonight.”

Jane kept flipping and finally came upon a page, upon which had been taped a series of Polaroid pictures. The pictures were of Nicole, Nicole in Jane’s own bedroom. Nicole wearing Jane’s own lingerie, taken by Nicole herself reflected in the mirror on Jane‘s dressing table. Jane’s bras didn’t fit the girl well, and her panties looked baggy on the girl’s hips. But the shot the girl had taken of herself in Jane’s blue satin nightie, the one Tom had bought her on their first anniversary, was extremely fetching. Something in the way the girl’s eyes were half closed.

Obsession?

Hadn’t Jane had the same thing with Denise so long ago? It had passed as naturally as a rainstorm, though.

There was a picture of Nicole kissing the tip of her dildo, and she understood that the girl had probably used it as well.

She was startled out of her thoughts by a clicking sound behind her.

She whirled around to find Nicole, naked as the day she was born, shutting the lid to the CD player on her nightstand. She touched the play button and turned around to face Jane. Dark, electronic music played as the girl padded her way across the blue carpet. Close, too close, to the older woman.

“Here,” Nicole whispered. She lifted a hand and hooked over her index finger were Jane’s panties. Jane reached out and grabbed them, wadding them up in her hand.

Nicole looked down at her notebook with her Polaroids. She pointed to the picture she’d taken of herself in Jane’s blue nightie. “That’s my favorite too,” she said. “Do you want to dance?”

Jane nodded, almost involuntarily. Nicole took the notebook out of her hands and set it on her dresser, then folded herself into Jane’s embrace. Jane put her hands on the girl’s back, felt her young muscles moving under her warm skin. She could smell the scent from the girl’s shampoo, she could feel the warmth coming from the top of her head.

“Your door’s open, Nicole,” Jane whispered delicately. Indeed, the door to the girl’s room was cracked, open about six inches. The darkness outside was intimidating, but exciting at the same time. Who knew if anyone was watching?

“I told you it’s okay,” she said. “They’ll never hear us, they won’t even wake up.”

Jane flashed quickly to ten to twenty years in jail, but the image faded quickly. Frankly, at this point, Jane didn’t much care. She caressed her hands up and down the girl’s back, stopping just south of the shoulder blades, just north of her butt.

They orbited each other as the music pulsed around them. Jane watched in the mirror over Nicole’s shoulder. Watched them moving together, watched the girl’s tiny little butt shifting back and forth.

She spared a glance into her own eyes, asked herself quickly if she realized exactly what she was doing, and then told herself it didn’t matter.

She pulled out of Nicole’s embrace and turned around, lifting her hair up and looking over her shoulder at the naked girl.

“Unzip me?” she asked.

Jane felt the girl’s hands moving over her back, up her shoulders, down to the zipper of her black dress, the one she saved for special occasions like tonight. Special occasions like her fifteenth anniversary of being married to Thomas Wallace. Drunk and passed out, he was relinquishing the opportunity to a fourteen year old girl who had a major crush on his wife.

Fuck him, she thought. He deserves this.

She heard the slow sound of the zipper opening. She felt a chill on her back. She shrugged out of the dress, let it fall to the ground.

She stood in front of Nicole, who looked like she was about to burst from excitement, dressed in her black bra, her black panties, and her black garter belt with black thigh stockings. All of which, this girl had probably tried on. This very ensemble, Jane thought, I’d probably find a picture of it if I looked through Nicole’s book.

“I love this garter belt,” Nicole said, hooking a finger in one of the straps, snapping it back playfully.

“Come to me,” Jane breathed. She walked over to Nicole’s bed and sat down, holding out her hands to the girl.

Nicole walked slowly over to her, Jane watched the girl’s hips move, her breasts pendulate, the skin over her soft stomach shift. She grabbed Jane’s hands and moved in close.

They kissed. Delicately at first, then more passionately. Jane’s hand moved over the girl’s bottom, the girl’s hand moved back to unclasp Jane’s bra.

Having freed Jane’s breasts, Nicole bent down to take one in her hand and the other in her mouth. She suckled and nipped at one nipple as she pinched the other. Jane reached down and took Nicole’s breasts into her hands. She kneaded and squeezed, heard the girl’s breathing quicken.

Nicole pushed forward, pushing Jane onto her back. She kissed her way down Jane’s stomach to the waistband of her panties. She licked once or twice at the fabric atop her pubic mound, and then slid the panties off her hips.

Jane reached behind her to unclasp her garter belt, but Nicole’s hand’s stopped her. “Leave it on,” she said. “It’s sexier with it on.”

Jane nodded and pulled the girl close to her. They kissed, and rolled around on the bed for a while. Eventually, Nicole’s hand made its way to the place where Jane’s legs met, explored the dark brown hair for a while, and eventually found its way to the slick valley down there.

Jane’s own hand explored Nicole’s nether region, but didn’t stop at the musky opening. She continued on to the pucker behind it, and lightly plucked at it with a fingernail.

The girl’s breathing paced up as Jane continued working, and Jane’s own breathing crescendoed as the girl worked first one, and then two fingers as deep inside her as they would go. Her thumb worked on the stiffness between her lips.

“I have wanted this for so long,” Nicole breathed.

Now Jane moved her fingers to the wet opening between the girl’s legs.

The two embraced as they worked their fingers in and out of each other. They breathed heavily, the blood rushed in their ears, their cheeks, their chests.

They worked for a while, and Jane was the first to succumb. Her body wracked with shudders, and when she collapsed, she was as fulfilled and satisfied as she’d been in a long time. Except for the fact that the girl hadn’t come.

“Come over here,” Jane said, grabbing Nicole’s waist and swiveling her around. She spread the girl’s legs and moved up between them. She kissed Nicole’s face, her neck, her breasts. “You’ve given me something I haven’t had in a long time,” Jane said. “I want to give you the same pleasure.”

She grabbed the girl’s hand, the one that had been inside her, the one that had brought her to completion, and made a big show of sucking on the small fingers.

“Do you taste yourself?” Nicole asked.

Jane nodded.

“How does it taste?”

Jane hummed low, rolling her eyes. She could see the pleasure on Nicole’s face, and reveled in it.

She moved down the girl’s abdomen, and nuzzled against the downy mound of dark hair at the bottom. Her lips found Nicole’s clit and she kissed it. Her mouth covered it, her teeth nipped at it. She worked a finger in Nicole’s opening, then two, then three.

Nicole’s hips bucked and rocked. She grabbed Jane’s hands and knitted their fingers together.

Jane felt the shudders quaking through Nicole’s body, and continued until they stopped. Squeaks of pleasure escaped Nicole’s mouth and Jane had to cover it with her own. They kissed deeply, luxuriantly. Eventually, Jane broke the kiss.

“Do you taste yourself?” she asked

Nicole nodded.

“How does it taste?”

“I’ve tasted it before,” she answered breathlessly. “On your dildo.”

They lay together for a while, their sweaty bodies sticking to each other. Eventually, Jane stood up and started putting her clothes on.

“Don’t go,” Nicole pleaded. Exhaustion was clear on her face, but her eyes were insistent. “I want more.”

Jane put her bra back on, and stepped into her panties. “Maybe next time,” she said.

“When will that be?”

Jane shrugged. “I don’t know. Soon.” She bent down and kissed Nicole’s forehead. She picked up her dress, climbed under it, and let it fall. She zipped up the back and picked up her handbag.

“I want more,” Nicole repeated. “I need you.”

Jane smiled. “You have me,” she said. “But I have to get home.”

Now Nicole smiled devilishly. “Don’t you want these?” She held her hand up, and hooked around one of her fingers were Jane’s panties, the Victoria’s Secret ones, the ones that had started this whole thing.

Jane plucked them out of the girl’s hand and fingered them for a while. Finally, she put her fingers behind the front of them and put her hand on the girl’s crotch. She masturbated the teenager with her panties for a few moments, loving how the girl looked at her as she did. Then she pulled her hand away and brought it to her nose. She breathed in the girl’s musk, and released the breath slowly.

“Keep them,” she said, and slinked out of the room.

THE END

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 49

  • Posted on September 21, 2016 at 3:15 pm

Two Conversations

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

When Mom took Erin home late the next afternoon, we were all still a little tired from the previous night’s fun and games. Everyone in the house had either stayed up late having sex or had awakened at some point in the night to engage in more lesbian sex. In fact, we had enjoyed ourselves so much that nobody did anything with anyone, except that Randi had masturbated while looking at all the naked girls in the den watching TV. She had tried to engage Erin in some sex play, but the young girl was too worn out from the middle-of-the-night fun. Randi hadn’t arrived until last night, so she’d missed out on the orgy the rest of us had enjoyed, so she wasn’t as worn out and sore as the rest of us.

We accompanied Erin into her house, and Ms. Hartley greeted us as if she and Mom were old friends. Mom returned the chaste hug.

“Won’t you stay for a quick drink before heading out again?” Ms. Hartley asked Mom.

“No, thank you,” Mom said. “We’re on our way to the grocery store, and I have to fix dinner when we get home.”

“Well, please at least take a rain check. I’d love to have you over for dinner or something soon,” Ms. Hartley said. “Or maybe if you’re downtown sometime we could meet for lunch.”

“That would be nice,” Mom said.

We turned to leave and Ms. Hartley asked, “By the way, Kayleigh, where exactly do you work?”

I sort of froze when she asked that and tried my best not to look nervous, but Mom handled it well.

“I work for a privately owned production company.”

“Oh, which one?”

“Well, Peyton, I feel a long conversation coming on. Maybe we could talk about it at that lunch date you mentioned. Is tomorrow good for you?”

“Sure,” Ms. Hartley said.

 ”How about Soup-R Salad on Vine at, say, 12:30?”

“Sure. I’m sorry to be so nosy. I was just curious. Your home is fabulous, and I just wondered what you did for a living, that’s all. You’re pretty enough to model, or I also wondered if you were in real estate.”

Mom laughed. “No, not in real estate, though I have done some modeling in my time.”

“That must be it,” Ms. Hartley said.

Mom looked at her, furrowing her brow, and asked, “What must be it?”

“I just knew I’d seen you somewhere before. I must have seen some picture of you in a magazine or something.”

Uh-oh. This could lead down a path I didn’t want it to go. To stop Ms. Hartley from thinking about it, I said, “Mom, we really need to go get something to fix for dinner. I’m starved.”

She smiled at me and said, “Okay, honey. We’re going now.” Then turning to Ms. Hartley she said, “Teenagers,” and rolled her eyes. “Their stomachs are never truly full.”

They both had a laugh at that, and we left the house after saying good-bye to Erin and her mom.

“That was close,” I said as we got into the car.

“Nonsense. I was hoping she wouldn’t ask about my work, but she did and I’ll be honest with her about it. She’s already told me she has seen me somewhere before, so when I tell her my job, she’ll probably be a little embarrassed since she would have to have seen me in a porn movie, and the magazines I’ve modeled for would have the same result on her. She’s what I call a closet masturbator. She does it, and probably often. I figured this because she isn’t dating anyone and seems to be fairly open-minded about sex, judging from her reaction to seeing Emmy and Danni together yesterday, but she doesn’t want the world to know she masturbates. Many people view it as a bad thing to do, or at least very private, despite the fact the vast majority of people masturbate regularly.”

I was puzzled by this, as I always was, but I’d never really talked to Mom about it, so I decided to do that now.

“Why are people like that? I mean, if everyone who is at least fairly normal masturbates, then why do people try to hide it from each other? I think the entire world would be healthier if we all just admitted it, like going to the bathroom. We all poop, and we don’t try to pretend we don’t.”

“Hey, sweetie, you’re preaching to the choir here. Still, when it comes to sex, a lot of people don’t want everyone else to know their habits. We should accept all sexual habits as long as they don’t hurt someone else. Rape, for example, is wrong and should stay wrong. But something like being into S&M, or having a foot fetish should be as accepted as liking to play golf.”

“But why isn’t it like that?”

“Because, honey, when it comes to sex, people get all weird. Women with four children and a very active sex life pretend they’ve never had an orgasm or even act as if they’re virgins. If I were able to change one thing in the world, I think it would be the attitudes people have about sex. I mean, dogs fuck out in the open. Why not people?”

“Don’t ask me,” I said. “I agree with you.”

Mom laughed. “That was a rhetorical question, honey. I didn’t expect you to have an answer. But I do feel if we were more open about sex and sexuality, everyone would be a helluva lot happier.”

We had arrived at the store and went in. After we finished shopping, Mom and I headed home, where she fixed homemade tacos, a quick and easy meal, and one of our favorites.

I talked with Jenna that night about what Mom and I talked about. I was nervous about Mom’s lunch with my employer tomorrow. I hoped I still had a job when Ms. Hartley got home that afternoon.

********

I arrived five minutes early to work the next day. I didn’t want another tardiness to add fuel to the fire if she was unhappy with my mom’s news about her work.

After she left for work, Erin and I waited the required thirty minutes before getting naked. She said she was still a little sore from the weekend and the night before, when she’d masturbated herself to two more orgasms remembering all the fun she’d had at our house. So for the first time since I’d begun working there, we did nothing sexual that day, just lounged around the house in the nude.

I did get a little turned on seeing her naked body all day — her blossoming figure being so cute and adorable — but I didn’t masturbate or anything because I didn’t want to get her started if she were sore. I’ve been so sore before it made me walk funny, and I certainly didn’t want that to happen, especially today.

I told Erin about what my mom and her mom were going to talk about during lunch. She was nervous, too, then. I wondered if I should have even told her, but what was done was done. She worried all afternoon about it.

When Ms. Hartley called that afternoon to ask if she needed to stop by the store or anything on the way home, she sounded fine, which I guess was a good sign.

I asked her before hanging up, “Did you and my mom have lunch together?”

She said they had and she wanted to talk to me privately about that when she got home. She didn’t sound angry or anything, but it was rather ominous that she felt we needed to talk about their visit in private. I mean, what else could the topic of our conversation be if not what my mom did for a living?

After hanging up, I teared up and Erin wanted to know what was wrong. I told her what her mom had said.

“Do you think she’s going to fire you?” Erin asked, panic edging her voice.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I love this job and would hate to lose it.”

Erin began to cry now. “I love you!” she said. “I don’t want you to be fired!”

“I’ll do what I can to keep that from happening,” I said, doing my best to maintain my composure. I knew if I started crying, it would only make things worse for Erin.

I managed to get her to calm down some before her mom got home. It wouldn’t do for her to be crying about the possibility of losing me as a companion when Ms. Hartley walked in. I told her she should probably go to her room and listen to some music so her mom could talk to me without her in the room, and that I’d be sure to stop by her room before I left to tell her whether or not I was fired.

When Ms. Hartley walked in, she didn’t look upset, which I took as a good sign. She asked me to sit at the dining table, and she took the seat across from me.

“Where’s Erin?” she asked, and I told her I had suggested she listen to music in her room while we talked and that I’d be in there to say good-bye when I was leaving.

“That’s excellent,” Ms. Hartley said. Then she took a deep breath. “Your mom tells me you know what she does for a living,” she began.

“Yeah,” I said, then changed it to the more respectful, “Yes, ma’am.” For the first time in my life it crossed my mind that some people might think my mother would hide her occupation from me.

Ms. Hartley smiled at my manners. I could tell she was as uncomfortable as I was and wondered why. She was the employer, after all. I was the one possibly getting fired.

“Then I suppose you figured out where it was I’d seen your mom before.” I was reminded then of why she would be uncomfortable.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Ms. Hartley blushed a deep crimson. She was embarrassed, and again I thought about my feelings on the subject of masturbation and how people hid it.

“Sorry, but I’m so embarrassed. I basically admitted I’d seen movies like that in front of a fifteen-year-old girl who works for me.”

“Can I ask you something?”

She looked at me then looked down, as if still ashamed. “Okay.”

“Why would you think it would bother me if you’d seen a porn movie? I mean, it’s people like you that keep my mom working.”

She gave a nervous giggle and said, “I hadn’t considered it like that before, but I guess you’re right. I just don’t want you thinking I’m some kind of perv or anything. I’m really fairly conservative.”

“I figured that.” I paused before continuing our reluctant conversation. “Can I ask you something else?”

“Okay.”

Here it was. The moment of truth. “Are you going to fire me?”

Her chuckle this time was incredulous. “Why on earth would I do that?”

“I don’t know. I just thought maybe you wouldn’t want the daughter of a porn actress to be your daughter’s companion.”

“Oh, no, honey! You’ve been doing such a great job, there’s no way I’d fire you just because of how your mother makes her living. She’s lucky to look good enough to be able to do that for a living.”

I let out a huge sigh. “Thank goodness!” I said.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry. I had no idea you thought I might fire you over that.”

“Well, I did. There are a lot of people who wouldn’t want me doing this for them.”

“Well, I’m not one of them,” she said.

At that point I couldn’t help it. Tears of relief began to cascade down my cheeks and I started crying. Ms. Hartley reached out to me and we hugged while I whispered my thanks. She held me for a while before I calmed down.

I apologized for being so dramatic, but she was fine with that.

After I had stopped crying entirely, she said, “Can I ask you a few questions, though? Just some things I’m a bit curious about.”

“Sure,” I said.

“I suppose you know what people who watch those movies… well… do, don’t you?”

“You mean when they’re alone or with someone else?” I had to be clear on what exactly she meant.

“Well, in this case… alone.” She couldn’t meet my eyes.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, Ms. Hartley. Everyone does it, you know. In fact my mom and I were talking about that just yesterday when we left here.” Oops. I realized maybe I shouldn’t have said that, but it was too late now.

“Oh? What did you say about it?”

“Well,” I began, uncertain what to tell her. “I was saying that people shouldn’t be embarrassed to do that because… I mean… everyone does it, including me. It’s like pooping. We don’t deny we poop, and it’s not exactly a polite conversation topic, so why do people act like they don’t… well… masturbate?”

“I take it your mom knows that you…” she left the sentence unfinished, as if afraid to say masturbate.

I decided to move this conversation up a notch by confronting an attitude that suggested the word was dirty or something.

“You can say masturbate, Ms. Hartley. It’s not a cuss word.”

She blushed again. “Yes, I know it isn’t. I apologize. I suppose words like that are not considered… well… taboo around your house, but they were around my house when I was growing up.”

“I understand. But you can certainly say it around me. After all, I do it a lot.” I giggled at my own admission.

She looked at me, blushed, and burst into nervous giggles herself that made her seem my age instead of an adult with an eleven-year-old daughter. Then she shrugged. “Okay… so do I.” Her nervous laughter did its best to ease her embarrassment.

“Yeah, Mom said you’re what she calls a ‘closet masturbator,’ someone who masturbates frequently but doesn’t ever want to admit it.”

She laughed at my comment. “She’s so right on that one!” she said.

“Anyway, to answer your question from before, yes, she knows I masturbate. We’re fairly open about those things in my house, as you might guess.”

“Do you think… masturbation… is healthy?” she asked. I was wondering where this conversation was going. I certainly wasn’t getting any vibes she was interested in me as a sex partner of any kind, but she seemed dying to talk to me about sex, particularly my own sex life.

“Yes, and I think it would be a lot healthier if people weren’t so uptight about it.”

“Then it doesn’t bother you that I masturbate?”

“Why should it?”

“No reason I guess. I just know it’s odd to work for someone who admits to doing… I mean masturbating. As you said, it’s not considered polite conversation.”

“But it should be, at least for those people who aren’t embarrassed by it.”

“But I am,” she protested.

“Well, you shouldn’t be.” I thought about it and decided to make a pact with her. “Let’s make a pact, okay? We won’t be embarrassed talking about this. I know you masturbate often, and you know the same about me. That’s all. It’s like I know you poop and you know I poop.”

She smiled. “Okay, then. A pact it is.”

I reached out with my right hand and she shook it with hers and the thought crossed my mind that she masturbated with that same hand.

“So why are you so worried that I might think bad about you for masturbating. Do you think bad about me because I do?”

“No, of course not.”

“Well, there you go. It’s natural.”

“Sorry. I guess it was my upbringing. Sex was never discussed in my house. My mother gave me a medical book about female sexuality and the vaginal area and that was that. She said for me to read it if I had any questions. I was fourteen by then, and all my questions had pretty well been answered, but I recall she had found a book that had no mention of masturbation at all. It was only about how a woman gets pregnant and the dangers of teen pregnancy. In other words, it was the mechanics of sex between a man and woman, and a warning about having sex too early in life. I was actually a little disappointed there weren’t some pointers on having better orgasms or something.”

I shook my head at her story, feeling bad for her while also being amused at the same time at her search for ways to improve her orgasms. I could definitely relate. “My mom has raised me to know that sex is a wonderful thing and that the feelings I can have from it are some of life’s greatest pleasures. I’ve been masturbating since I was little. I enjoy it. A lot. Yet, I’ve never had a guy’s penis inside me. The religious nuts would say I should already be pregnant, but because I’m free to enjoy the feelings I can give myself, I don’t feel the need to go find some guy to have sex with in order to enjoy those feelings. Masturbation doesn’t lead to having sex with guys. It prevents it if you ask me.” Of course, I didn’t mention lesbian sex. I certainly did not want to go there at all, even though it did enter the conversation at a point later.

“You really think that?” she asked. “I’m not skeptical or anything. I just… well… I was just thinking. Do you really feel masturbation prevents girls from having sex too early?”

“Yes.”

“But what about all those girls who get pregnant in their early to mid teens? They probably masturbate, don’t you think?”

“Yes, but they’re not allowed to masturbate. It’s not something they can do and have their parents say, ‘that’s good’ or ‘you go right ahead and enjoy it’ or something like that. They’re made to feel guilty about it instead. I think girls have sex with guys when they’re young because they see it as just as bad in their parents’ eyes as masturbation, if not less bad because sex with someone of the opposite gender is something more widely accepted.”

I was starting to feel really proud of myself. I was having an adult conversation with an adult and felt free to express myself on my own terms. It was a wonderful feeling.

“Okay,” Ms. Hartley began, “now I have another question, and I don’t want you to feel weird about it.” She paused, making sure I understood before continuing. “Has Erin ever said anything to you about sex or masturbation?”

My look must have set off some alarm in Ms. Hartley. “I’m sorry,” she said quickly, “but I know she has come to trust you, and I remember how much easier it was for me to talk to a girlfriend about sex than it was to talk to my parents. Of course, that was out of the question, anyway. I just know if Erin were to tell anyone about it or ask about it, she would tell or ask you.”

I decided to answer this question honestly, while answering only the question without all the details. “You wouldn’t think it’s weird or anything that she and I talked about things like that?” I had to make sure she wouldn’t start considering we were doing, well, what we were doing.

“No. You’re a mentor to her, and I know at eleven she probably has some questions.”

“If I tell you something, you won’t tell her I told you anything?”

“I promise,” she said.

“Well, yes, she has talked to me about it. I can tell you she does masturbate and she has orgasms.” I told her this much because I wanted to see what her reaction would be. I wanted to see if she really meant it when she said she wouldn’t be upset.

“She told you this?” Ms. Hartley asked, her face registering surprise at this news, but I could see she wasn’t upset.

“Yes.” I blushed for a moment. I certainly wasn’t going to tell her I had watched her doing it.

Ms. Hartley sat back in her seat, staring off into the distance, which meant she probably didn’t see me blushing. I didn’t know what she was thinking about, but whatever it was, it took her attention away for a minute or two.

“Okay. How do I start a conversation with my daughter about this subject so she will know it’s okay for her to do that so she won’t feel the guilt I’ve always felt?”

“Well, I’ve told her what my mom does for a living, so she knows about that, and she knows I was worried you might fire me because of it. I’d just talk to her about your lunch with my mom and tell her that if she is masturbating already, it’s okay. Don’t tell her it’s okay that she’s doing it, because then she’ll know I told you.” I didn’t want Erin to know her mom and I had talked about masturbation, especially that she did it, because she might think I told more and let a really bad cat out of the bag.

Ms. Hartley looked at me and nodded agreement. “Yes, that should be fine. If I tell her it’s okay, would you support her being able to masturbate during the day if she wants to? I mean, make sure she goes to her room to do it alone, but would you be okay with her doing that if she wants to?”

I pretended to think about it, then said, “Sure. As long as you don’t mind, why should I?”

She looked a bit uncomfortable again and said, “Now, I have another question.”

“What?”

“Does Erin know about your aunt and her lover?”

Okay, there it was. Lesbianism. I somehow knew it wouldn’t escape this discussion.

“Yes. I mean, she’s not blind.”

“Did she ask you about it?”

“Yes. I told her they were in love like a man and woman are in love.”

“What did she think of it?”

“She seemed fine with it. I mean lesbianism is all over the media now, so I’m sure she’s noticed it before.”

“I guess so. What do you think of your aunt having sex with another woman?”

If she only knew. “I’m fine with it. As long as she’s happy, I am too. I mean, what business is it of mine, anyway?”

“That’s a healthy attitude,” she said. “I’m glad you feel that way.”

Was she going to admit something to me? That maybe she had desires toward women? My heart was pounding. Would this lead to something more between us? If she did have these feelings, she had certainly hidden them well before.

But it wasn’t to be. I guess Mom and I both were correct with our original take on Ms. Hartley.

“I wish I could meet a man who makes me feel the way your aunt and her lover make each other feel,” she said and paused a second. “In the meantime…” she said and flashed a conspiratorial smile as she wiggled the fingers of her right hand at me.

I laughed, which dispelled the remaining tension. “You’re a beautiful woman,” I said, and I meant it. “You just need to make yourself available to someone you like.”

“That’s one of the problems, though. The only guys I seem attracted to are already married, and I don’t do that. My ex and his girlfriend messed up our lives, and I refuse to be ‘the other woman.’”

“Well, there’s someone out there for you,” I said. Then my daring went full speed ahead and I said, without thinking about it, “Maybe you should try women?”

She laughed at that and said, “No, honey. I’m totally straight. I recognize the beauty of a woman, but that doesn’t make me lesbian in any way.”

“But you’ve watched porn, with all those naked women. And it turned you on, right?”

“Yes, but there was always a man involved. I would zap the lesbian scenes.”

I looked at her, wishing she was at least bi. My mind imagined her leaning over and kissing me, the image causing my clit to stir from her cave.

“Look at it this way,” she said. “I recognized I had seen your mother somewhere, and it turned out it was in a porn movie. She must have had sex with some guy in a scene I watched. I would likely recognize the man if I saw him walking down the street. I didn’t recognize your mom, despite how beautiful and — yes — sexy she is. It’s the man that sticks in my mind.”

I realized she was totally correct. She wasn’t into women at all, though she seemed perfectly fine if others were. I was disappointed, but I reminded myself to tell Erin tomorrow. That way I could make sure she stopped trying to get her mom to have sex with her. It just wasn’t going to happen.

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