Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Purple Les

Note: Your appreciation of this final chapter will be increased considerably if you go back and re-read a couple of the previous installments first. 

*****

I’m pretty happy. Mom’s been feeling really good. Like her old self. Only a few more weeks of school left before summer break. I’ve already begun making plans for a supper sexy summer.

I plan on having a lot of time with Mary to play around with. I figure we will have her little sister Lucy with us a lot also. I want Mary to let me play online with her and Kelly and Hailey. Ronnie has already reminded me that we can fool around too. I want to see the rest of the dirty magazines Ronnie has. Best of all, my cousins Sammie and Penny will visit like always, sometime during the summer. I was wondering if there would be another sex party.

It was Thursday. I was laying in bed, thinking of ways to maybe get different girls together. I wanted Pam to meet Penny and Sammie and other stuff. For once I’d felt like I’d had enough sleep for a change on a school day. I stretched and yawned and looked at my clock.

That’s when I panicked. It was a quarter after eight already. My classes at school were already starting. I jumped out of bed so fast I was dizzy. I went downstairs to find Mom calmly drinking a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, Angel. Did you have a good sleep?”

“Mom! It’s after eight! I’m late for school!”

“Relax. I called the school to say you’d be out sick today.”

Mom always got me to school except when I was really sick for real. She may as well have said ‘Martians have just landed in our yard,’ and it would have made as much sense as this. I looked at her with my mouth hanging open.

Mom laughed and said, “I know I know. Listen. I feel really good today. The weather is perfect for a change. I want to just spend a fun day with you. Okay?”

I put my wrist on her forehead and said, “You feel normal.”

Mom laughed and said, “What would you like for breakfast? After you eat and clean up I thought we’d go hiking at the woods I like to go to. Okay?”

I stared at her for a moment. She wasn’t fooling. “Scrambled eggs and toast?” I said, still not sure this was really happening.

“Fine.” Mom said. “Go take a shower and put on your play clothes and breakfast will be all ready.”

I went potty and showered and went to my room and got dressed. When I came back to the kitchen and sat down Mom put a dish full of eggs and toast and fried potatoes in front of me with a big glass of juice.

I was hungry. After I ate and brushed my teeth we got in the car and drove off. Mom put in a CD and turned it up loud after she got on the expressway.

“Hey, Mom. You know what you are if you go to the bathroom in France?”

“What?”

“European. Get it, you’re a-peeing.” I felt good that Mom laughed at my dumb joke. It wasn’t just a polite laugh, she really laughed.

“Tell me another, Angel.”

“How do you tell a male chromosome from a female chromosome?”

“How?”

“Pull their genes down.” This time Mom groaned and didn’t ask for another joke.

Mom drove off the expressway on to a bunch of little side dirt roads till we got to a little makeshift dirt parking lot. We got out and Mom locked the car and we headed off down one of the trails.

It really was a perfect day and I was glad Mom had done this. It was warm and sunny with just enough of a cool breeze to keep the bugs off us. We hiked a long way. We got to the little swamp and took a break.

As we sat on a boulder, we saw a mommy moose and her calf. I whispered to Mom, “Remember that big bull moose we saw here last fall? Do you think this is his wife and kid?”

Mom hugged me and said, “Maybe so.” The mom moose looked at us and we walked off slowly so we wouldn’t bother them. As we were walking back Mom was in front of me on the narrow trail. I couldn’t take my eyes off her butt. She had on faded blue jeans and her ass looked so good.

She stopped in front of me like she could read my mind and said, “Hey, Katy. Wouldn’t it be fun to hike naked for awhile?”

“I guess so.” I wasn’t sure it was a good idea. But it seemed like no one would be around. As soon as Mom had said ‘naked’ I got the tingles down there. We hadn’t seen or heard anyone else since we’d been here. Mom stripped down and bundled up her clothes to carry. She left on her boots and socks.

“Come on, Angel. Don’t be shy. Want some help?” Without waiting for me to answer she started undressing me. I liked the way she looked at me as my clothes came off. As we continued walking I kept getting more horny looking at her bare ass in front of me.

“Hey, Mom.”

She stopped. She turned to face me. “What?” Mom said.

“Can we um, you know, maybe fool around, sort of? I mean, I’m horny.”

Mom sat on a fallen tree. She pulled me in front of her so I was facing the same way she was. She started kissing my ear and neck and her hand moved down my chest to my stomach to my pussy.

Mom spoke softly in my ear, “I just love your little pussy. So slick and clean. Cute little girl pussy. No hair. So soft. Does that feel good?”

Mom’s finger would make little circles around my clit, then move down my slit and dip in to my vagina, and then move slowly back up to my clit again. Back and forth her finger went on me down there while she said things like, “I just love your tight cute body. I want to taste your little hot wet pussy now.”

Mom spread some of her clothes on the ground and lay me on top of them. Then she put her mouth to my pussy till I had a come. She just lay with me afterwards and we rested.

Then I got on top of her and licked her pussy. I positioned myself so she could look at my pussy and ass while I licked her clit. Mom felt me up and then she came too. Not her big squirt come, but she had a nice come. I liked how it felt on my face and then we kissed. We lay around some more. I told her some more jokes.

We gathered up our clothes and started walking again. It was so cool walking naked together outside. As we got closer to the parking lot we put our clothes back on.

We were almost back to the car when a woman with two little girls walked by us. We all said ‘Hi’.

As we got in the car I said, “Do you think they’ll walk naked?”

Mom said, “I doubt it. But I like the thought of that.”

On the drive back toward town we talked how funny it would have been if the woman and girls had seen us naked. We made up stories about it while we rode.

We stopped at the diner on the way home for a late lunch, or early dinner. We took turns using the rest room then sat down to order our food. We both had grilled cheese sandwiches. We shared an order of french fries and onion rings. We shared a big chocolate milkshake.

Then we drove home. Mom took a shower after I’d brushed my teeth and washed up some. I was on the couch. Mom came and sat with me. She was in her pajamas and was drying her hair with a towel while we chatted.

“Golly, Mom. That was a perfect day. Thanks for doing that with me.”

Mom smiled at me and said, “You’re welcome. I ordered this day just for us. I’m so glad we did that too. I love you.”

It seemed late. I rested my head on Mom’s lap. “I think I’m a vampire, Mom.”

“Katy, of all the things you’ve thought you are, from a werewolf to an ancient Egyptian princess, that’s the most ridiculous one so far.”

“My eyes show bright red in photos, Mom. I don’t like the sun very much.” I pulled my upper lip back with my finger, “And look at my big fangs.”

Mom twirled her finger in my hair. “That’s called red eye. You’ve never liked the sun much. Those are your canine teeth and we all have them and yours are no bigger than anyone else.” I had more reasons but Mom didn’t give me a chance. She just continued on.

“Vampires are not real. But if they were there is no way you’d be one. I’m sure vampires don’t faint at the sight of blood. Vampires aren’t afraid of the dark like you are. I can’t picture a vampire hugging his mommy when the flying monkeys appear in the Wizard of Oz movie.” Mom laughed and said, “And you love garlic.”

She was going to go on but I said, “Okay okay. So I’m not.” Then I sighed while she patted my head. I fell asleep.

When I woke up it was just getting light out. I was still on the couch. My head was on a pillow instead of Mom’s lap. There was a blanket over me. I squinted at the DVD player and saw it was a quarter to six. Looked like I’d have to go to school today. No way Mom would take us on another fun day. I got up and looked out the window. Looked like it might rain.

I peed and washed up. I was still in my play clothes from yesterday. I looked in Mom’s room. She wasn’t there. I didn’t smell any coffee so I wondered if she was in the back room looking out the window. She likes to do that to see if there’s any animals out there to watch.

I went to the kitchen and turned on the light. I froze for a moment in disbelief. Mom was still in her pajamas. She was sprawled on her back on the kitchen floor.

I fell on my knees by her and shook her hard and yelled, “Mom! Mom!” She still didn’t move or anything. I put some water on my hands from the kitchen sink and sprinkled drops of water from my fingers to her face. She just lay there. Her face was pale white.

I ran to the old phone on the kitchen wall and dialed the Sheriff’s office.

“Sheriff’s office. This is Bill.”

“SheriffJohnsonMom’sonthefloorIcan’twakeherup!”

“Whoa now. I can’t understand a thing you said. Is this Katy Watson? Take a breath and slow down.”

“Mom’s on the floor!” I tried to slow down and breathe. “I can’t wake her up! Help! I don’t know what to do!”

There was a pause on the line. “Katy, just stay there with her. We’ll be right there.” There was a click and the line went dead.

I grabbed the blanket off the couch and put it around Mom. I unlocked the side door and knelt by Mom and held her hand. I couldn’t tell if she was breathing.

The police car came screeching in to the driveway and a moment later Sheriff Johnson and Officer Sandie Sanchez were in the kitchen with me.

Sandie fell to her knees next to Mom. I could hear Sheriff Johnson’s knees crack as he knelt on the other side of Mom.

Sandie had two fingers on Mom’s throat as she watched the second hand on the kitchen clock. Then she lifted one of Mom’s eyelids up for a moment.

Me and the Sheriff were both staring at Sandie. “Well?” Sheriff Johnson said.

Sandie looked at the Sheriff and said, “She’s still with us, Chief. Just. We gotta move.”

Sheriff Johnson put his hands under the blanket. He groaned and his knees cracked again as he lifted Mom up. Once he was standing up with Mom in his arms she looked like a little girl. She hung limp as Sandie opened and held doors while Sheriff Johnson carried Mom out, and as they put her in the back of the police car I grabbed Mom’s purse. She never went anywhere with out it. I looked at the clock. Closed and locked the door and got on the backseat floor of the police car and held Mom.

Sheriff Johnson put the siren on as Sandie pulled out of the driveway. I looked up at the window and saw the trees and high line power poles go by in a blur.

Sheriff Johnson said code this and number that in to the police radio with some cuss words thrown in. As we got on the expressway he said, “Damn it, Sanchez, give it some gas for Christ sake!”

I didn’t think we could go any faster but I felt myself get pressed against the seat as the car accelerated even more.

The car screeched to a halt in front of the hospital. People came right away and put Mom on a rolling bed and took her inside. I followed her in with Sheriff Johnson next to me. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was a two hour ride to the hospital from our house but we’d made it in fifty minutes.

They took Mom somewhere and made me and the Sheriff stand at a counter. Sandie joined us there. Sandie took Mom’s purse from me and answered a ton of questions from the lady on the other side of the counter.

“Yes, that’s right.” Sandie said, “Pancreatic.”

“Religion?” the woman asked. Sandie looked at me.

“Mom always says raised Catholic but not practicing.” Sheriff Johnson kept looking around and Sandie put her hand on my shoulder.

The woman said, “Have a seat and we’ll let you know.”

I sat with Sheriff Johnson while Sandie made calls on her cell phone. After awhile she sat with us.

“Are you hungry, Katy?” Sheriff Johnson asked me. I just shrugged. The Sheriff pulled some money out and said to Sandie, “Sanchez, get us some coffee and something for Katy.”

I hugged the Sheriff’s big arm and rested my head against him. Sandie came back with stuff. I ate a candy bar. We sat there forever and then a woman came over and said, “We’ve admitted her.”

I walked between Sandie and the Sheriff down a hall, up an elevator, down more halls, past a room full of nurses and then we were in Mom’s hospital room.

Even though Mom had come here in her pajamas they’d put her in a hospital gown. There was a tube in Mom’s nose. A tube in her arm that went to a bag hanging in the air. Another tube came out from under her gown to a bag hanging down from the bed.

The nurse said, “You’re the daughter?” I said, “Yes.” The nurse looked at Sandie and the Sheriff. “Only family is allowed. I’m sorry but I have to ask you to leave please.”

Sheriff Johnson simply said, “We’ll be staying till Katy’s aunt gets here.”

The nurse just said, “Yes, of course.”

A man came in after that and said he was a physician assistant. He said, “I’m Matthew Johnson.” No relation to the Sheriff. “Katy, We’ve given your mother two grains of morphine. She’s no longer in any pain. She’ll rest comfortably for now. The doctor will be in soon.”

I sat on the bed and held Mom’s hand. It felt warmer than before. Aunt Billie came in at some point. She talked in the hallway with Sandie and Sheriff Johnson for a little while.

Then they all came back in the room. Sheriff Johnson said, “We’re going to leave now, Katy. You need anything, just call me or Sandie anytime night or day.”

He looked at Mom and put the back of two of his fingers on her cheek and spoke so softly I could barely hear him. He said, “Damn, you’re a cracker jack woman, Carol. God bless you.” Sheriff Johnson bent over and kissed Mom’s forehead.

Sandie came over to Mom and said, “Thank you, Carol. Thank you for everything.”

Sandie started to cry and Sheriff Johnson put his arm over her shoulders and they walked out of the room.

Aunt Billie just walked around the room. Then she sat in a chair and stared at the floor. I just sat on the bed holding Mom’s hand still. I was looking out the window, Aunt Billie was still staring at the floor when when we heard Mom say, “Oh.”

Mom was looking around at the tube in her arm. Then she looked at her hand and saw my hand and followed it up my arm to my face. “Oh, Katy. Your hair’s such a mess. Give me a brush.”

Aunt Billie with a shocked look on her face took a hair brush from her purse and handed it to Mom. Mom held the brush to my hair for a moment then her arm dropped down.

“Billie,” Mom said, “My arm won’t work. Brush Katy’s hair and put it in braids.” Aunt Billie stood by the bed brushing my hair while Mom looked around the room.

“Fuck!” Mom said, “I hate hospitals.” Then Mom stared at me. “Hey, Angel. When your hair’s done go start the car up and we’ll leave.” Me and Aunt Billie looked at each other. Aunt Billie pressed a button that brought the nurse.

The nurse saw Mom awake and started taking her blood pressure and stuff while asking Mom at the same time how she felt. Mom asked where her clothes were.

While that was going on Aunt Billie finished my braids and Mom said, “Okay.” to the nurse. Then Mom said, “Okay, we’re off.” Mom tried to sit up to get out of bed and screamed in pain.

The nurse left and came back with two doctors who said a bunch of stuff I didn’t understand but Aunt Billie shook her head ‘yes’ a lot and said “Yes, I agree.” Then they stood in the hall talking.

I held Mom’s hand against my face and told her, “Don’t worry, Mom. You’re gonna be okay.”

Mom tried to smile at me. She said, “Don’t you worry, Angel. I promise you…in a day or so…I won’t hurt anymore.” Mom paused for a few moments and then said, “I love you, Angel. Be a good girl for me.”

Mom closed her eyes and I said, “I promise, Mom. I love you too.” I know she heard me, she squeezed my hand.

The doctors and Aunt Billie came back in the room. Aunt Billie put her hand on my shoulder. The one doctor said, “I’m sorry, there is nothing else we can do. Your mother won’t be in any pain. We’ll make her comfortable.” Then he said to the other doctor, “Two more grains of morphine.”

At some point Aunt Sue and Uncle Peter came in to the room. A nurse kept coming to take me to a room to eat and drink something. I had some cookies and juice.

We just sat around Mom’s bed. The grownups made small talk. All of a sudden Mom was moving her arm trying to write something in the air. Aunt Sue put a pen in Mom’s hand and Aunt Billie put a pad of paper on the bed.

Uncle Peter looked at the weird scrawl Mom was making. He tried to read it aloud, “H e p l s s…?” Uncle Peter looked around at us, “I don’t understand what’s she trying to say.”

“Helpless!” I said. “It’s the song she taught me to play on the guitar.” I tried to sing a little of it to her. My voice cracked after a few lines and I started to cry.

“Did you hear, Mom? I sang it for you. I…” I just sat there holding her holding her hand. I knew she wanted me to sing and I knew she’d heard me. I felt like maybe she was happy.

They let me sleep next to Mom’s bed in a recliner chair. Aunt Billie was asleep in another chair and Uncle Peter and Aunt Sue had gone to a hotel for the night.

I woke up because I couldn’t hear Mom breathing. I got the nurse. Aunt Billie woke up. The nurse took Mom’s blood pressure. She said, “That’s how we do it these days. More accurate than looking for a pulse or heartbeat.” She looked at her watch and the big clock on the wall. Then she wrote something down on a clipboard and typed something in the computer.

The nurse looked at Aunt Billie and said, “Have the arrangements been made yet?”

“Yes. My brother Peter has everything in order. I’ll call him now and he’ll give me the name of the funeral home.”

“Perfect.” the nurse said. “We’ll have the body moved downstairs.” Another nurse came and took me and Aunt Billie to the room with the food.

I thought to myself, Mom didn’t really lie to me. She didn’t hurt anymore.

*****

Everything was kind of gray. Some of the stuff I can’t remember well and some I can’t forget. I felt like someone hit me hard in the chest and when they pulled their fist out I just had a big hole there.

Mary was always with me. She made sure I ate something and washed and wore the right clothes. She held me when I cried. Which seemed to be a lot. She made sure I had my inhaler with me all the time.

Everyone was nice to me. Mary brought me one of her black dresses to wear for the service. With the dress I wore the locket Mom gave me. It seemed like the whole town showed up to say bye to Mom.

Everyone had something nice or funny or beautiful to say about her. I learned things about Mom I’d never known. Like how she’d been a nurse till she got pregnant with me. And about how many people in town she’d helped in some way.

It was a few days later. I was walking thru our empty house hugging Ingrid my sock monkey. Everything had either been sent to Aunt Billie’s house, or it had been sold, given away, or put in storage. As I walked thru the rooms I could still hear Mom’s voice in my head. I could hear her yell and talk and laugh. I thought of everything I could remember about her.

I went out the back door and sat on the old tree trunk. Even though my hand was empty my little chickadee friend came and sat on it.

“I’m sorry I won’t be here to feed you and your friends anymore.” I said to the bird. “Maybe you can fly to Aunt Billie’s house and I can feed you there.”

The bird looked at me and said, “Chickadee-dee-dee-dee.”

Then Aunt Billie called for me and the bird flew off. I went over to the driveway. Mrs Tran and Mary had come over to say goodbye. Mrs Tran hugged me and said, “Oh, Katy girl. We gonna miss you so much. But we see you and talk to you a lot okay. This not really good bye. I’ll make sure you and Mary visit each other lots okay.”

I wanted to believe her but I knew how grownups could be. Then Mrs Tran and Aunt Billie were talking to each other.

Mary came up to me and hugged me. We hugged each other hard. Mary spoke softly in my ear. “Don’t be afraid, Katy. If you ever feel lonely or sad or scared, don’t. Because I’m in your heart and mind. I may not be there but I will always be with you.”

We kept hugging each other hard as we could. “I’ll never ever stop loving you. You stupid little perv.”

“I love you, Mary.” I heard Mary give a little sob when I said that. The gray clouds that had been there all morning started to sprinkle. Seemed to me like the whole world was crying.

Aunt Billie and Mrs Tran pulled me and Mary apart. “We have to go now, Katy.” Aunt Billie said.

I knelt on the back seat of the car looking out the back window. I waved to Mary. She waved back and started to run after the car still waving. Mary’s mom grabbed Mary and held her. Mary kept waving. I did too.

As I watched them get smaller I saw Mary turn and bury her face in Mrs Trans chest. I knew Mary was crying. I sat down and put on my seat belt. We rode in silence except for the sound of the windshield wipers and the tires on the wet pavement.

Aunt Billie pulled in to a rest stop. We walked thru the drizzle to the building. On the way I heard a chickadee and was glad my bird friend was following me. Once we were inside it started to pour. We used the restroom. We went to one of the stands. Aunt Billie ordered coffee and I had popcorn.

We just sat till the rain let up and went back to the car. It was still sprinkling. I liked that it was raining. I didn’t want to see any happy people. Aunt Billie got in the back seat with me and Ingrid the sock monkey.

Aunt Billie held my hand and said, “I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“I don’t know anything about raising a child.”

“Don’t be silly, Aunt Billie. I’m not a baby. All you have to do is make sure I eat food I don’t like. Make me wash if I forget. I know you can’t cook but I’ll teach you.”

She still looked scared so I said, “I love you. It will be okay.” Then she gave me a huge hug. While we’d been sitting there in the back of the car the rain had stopped.

As Aunt Billie got out of the back seat the clouds had parted and there was the most beautiful sunset ever. We both stood outside the car looking at all the gold and orange and purple colors it had made the sky.

“Wow! That is absolutely gorgeous.” Aunt Billie said with her hand on my shoulder.

“I bet Mom ordered that sunset just for us.” My arm was around Aunt Billie’s waist.

“I bet you’re right, Katy.”

We got in the car. We buckled up. Aunt Billie drove back on the expressway and we were off.

The End

by J. R. Hartley

A few days later, Claire and Leia had a day off work at the same time and decided to spend it together. After doing a little shopping and then stopping for lunch in a new little bistro café that had opened in the town centre, they headed back to Claire’s house and started up the coffee machine. The new nut roast they’d bought would take a while to percolate through the filter and fill the jug, so they spent the time talking about some school activities which were coming up.

Leia soon excused herself to go to the bathroom and headed back a few minutes later, sitting at the kitchen table.

“Did that bring back any nice memories for you?” enquired Claire, smiling mischievously.

Leia blushed a little. “It did, yes. It’s a really lovely bathroom, you know, Claire? In fact, your whole house is gorgeous. I’m very jealous.”

“Well, that’s what rich parents dying young will do for you, I guess,” she said with a sad smile. She hadn’t meant it quite so morosely as it came across, and Leia was afraid she’d upset her.

“Oh hon, I’m sorry. I didn’t think,” she said, reaching across the corner of the large oak table and touching her arm.

“Hey, it’s fine,” said Claire. “It was a long time ago now. I don’t have any brothers or sisters, so I inherited a big house – bigger than this one, actually – when I turned eighteen. I kept it on for years and only realised about a year ago that it was actually making me depressed. I mean, I remember being happy there, but everywhere I looked or went I was bombarded with memories, and it was pretty exhausting mentally. I came to the conclusion that I had to fly the old family nest and get something that was mine alone. I should let someone else make happy memories there, while Jessica and I did the same somewhere else. Then I found and fell in love with this place and, well, here we are.”

Leia tried to bend the melancholy subject to a more positive note by mentioning the beautiful fireplace and, of course, the master bedroom suite which looked like something straight from the pages of a magazine. Claire smiled, telling her that it got even better in the mornings. She usually left the curtains open at night, and there was an amazing sunrise behind the nearby hills most days.

“I bet that’s beautiful,” said Leia, imagining taking in that view while her lover slept next to her.

Claire poured the coffee and added a splash of cold water, to take the temperature down a notch and to make it just about drinkable. She handed one mug across and they each took a sip, looking out of the kitchen window at that same gorgeous view and sharing a few moments silence. Claire spoke first.

“I wish you could stay here.”

“I do too babe, but I’ve got to pick Molly up later from her swimming lesson.”

“No. I mean, I wish you could stay here. You and Molly. In this house.”

“Claire!”

“Well, your place is lovely and I’ve had some lovely times and…well, some amazing times, actually, but I hate it when I have to leave. I wish you could stay here. With me. With us.”

“Claire, that’s an incredibly lovely thing to say, but what about Jessica? I know that she and Molly get along really well, but… even ignoring you and I being together, you know there are things that Jess doesn’t know, and I’m not sure how we could keep that secret.”

Claire looked down at the softly steaming mug on the table in front of her. “Maybe we shouldn’t.”

Leia looked at her friend, not quite believing what she was hearing. “Are you saying… wait, are you saying you don’t mind her knowing about the two of us? Or you don’t mind her knowing about the three of us?”

“Well, you, me and Molly is a different thing altogether, but I don’t think it’s fair to try hide the truth about you and me. Maybe I should… oh, I don’t know.”

It was Leia’s turn to pause. “Claire, I’m not sure that she isn’t more clued-in than you think.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, Molly said that Jessica kissed her a little while back, and she really knew what she was doing, apparently.”

Claire leaned forward, fascinated. “Really?”

“She’s been taught by another of her friends – Katy was it? – who learnt it from her big sister.”

“Wow! Katy and Jane? Those little minxes,” said Claire, taking a moment to picture each of the couples kissing.

“So I don’t think that you and I getting together would be too big a wrench for her, to be honest. As to her… getting involved? Maybe things are more advanced than we know between them. Who knows – maybe we’ll catch them in the act some time?”

“Oh! Imagine that…..” said Claire. She paused for a few moments before trying to turn the conversation back to the matter in hand. “I suppose if she’s okay with you and me, then…”

“Then yes, Claire. I’d love to move in with you,” said Leia, beaming as she leaned over to kiss her.

*****

Leia had another couple of months lease on her rented house, so it gave them a little time to arrange everything. They all started staying at Claire’s house more often, with the girls both sharing Jessica’s double bed while Leia slept with Claire.

Claire spent days trying to decide on precisely how she’d tell her daughter she was in a relationship with Leia. Eventually, she waited for a quiet evening dinner with just the two of them to lay it all out in the open.

She couldn’t remember ever being quite as nervous while they ate, and the meal seemed to finish in just a few minutes. As they were clearing away the dishes in the kitchen, Claire said she had something she wanted to talk about. She told Jessica about the two of them and waited for her daughter’s reaction; it was one Claire hadn’t anticipated.

“I know, Mum,” said Jessica, nonchalantly. “Molly mentioned it to me last week, but it’s pretty obvious you two have been together for a while.”

“Jess! You absolute rat!” she said, taken aback but with a huge smile on her face. She reached across to pick up some balled up socks from the clean laundry basket and started playfully throwing them at her daughter. Both were shrieking with laughter now. “I spent ages trying to work out how to tell you, and you already bloody know! For days, that’s worried me!”

Jess was feeling particularly mischievous now, standing behind the kitchen door and using it as a barrier from the sock barrage.

“You and Leia? Oh my goodness!” she said in mock outrage. “So that’ll explain the noises from your room sometimes,” said Jess, pretending that she’d only just realised what was going on. She’d stuck her head out from behind the door while Claire bent to pick up the rebounded sock balls. “There’s silly old me thinking you were doing hot yoga together in your room after bedtime. Well, you were, kinda,” she said, grinning widely.

“Jessica!” Claire said, giggling. She threw one more sock ball and it whizzed past her daughter’s head, missing by a fraction.

“Okay, okay, I give in,” said Jessica, a happy smile on her face.

Claire returned her smiles, then returned the socks to the laundry basket to be put away later. Her daughter came in for a quick cuddle.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Claire asked softly.

“Yeah, of course, Mum. Were you scared to ask me because Leia’s a woman?”

“Well, yes,” said Claire, “I suppose that’s mainly it.”

“Mum, get with the times!” Jessica said, smiling. “It’s not last century anymore – people can love who they want. Besides, Leia’s smart and funny and pretty, and if she makes you happy then that makes me happy too. Oh, hey! Are they moving in with us? Because if that’s the case, then that’d be cool, but I think Molly should have her own room.”

Claire was again taken aback at how her brilliant daughter was handling this. “That’s a good idea,” she said, smiling. “Love you, peanut,” she added, kissing the top of her daughter’s head.

Jessica looked up at her mum, stood on tiptoes and kissed her square on the lips, a quick peck. “Love you too. Do you want to play on the console for a bit and you can see how fantastic I am at that as well?” she said with a cheeky grin, before leading them into the front room. They played together on one of Jessica’s favourite games for a while, then Claire got up to make a cup of tea for them both, their last before bed.

She’d been distracted somewhat by the game and so hadn’t had the time to think about what had just happened until a quiet moment like now; her thoughts turned to the kiss they’d just shared. Jess never normally kissed her on the lips like that, and while it seemed quite an asexual, natural thing to do, Claire couldn’t help replaying it in her mind. Maybe now that Jess and Molly were kissing each other, she was experimenting a little.

But if that’s so, is Jessica experimenting with me now?

Claire twisted and turned ideas back and forth in her mind, trying to work out just how platonic the kiss was. She stirred the tea for a long time before suddenly coming back to the present. She looked down and smiled to herself, realising the drinks were probably getting cold by now, so she started over again.

The idea of her little girl kissing her turned her on incredibly – she’d fantasised about it many times — but she was sure there was nothing in that particular kiss. Was there? She re-made the teas with these ideas flip-flopping in her mind, then returned to her daughter without fully coming to a conclusion.

After she’d put the mugs down, Jessica handed the controller to her mum and thanked her for the drink. No such conundrums were racing around her mind. While Claire had been making the tea, she’d messaged Molly on her phone.

Dare completed. Kissed on the lips. Winner! Your go, truth or dare?

*****

Two days later, Leia and her nine-year-old daughter Molly were staying over at Claire’s house again.

Jessica was away at her dad’s, so the three of them settled in for the evening, deciding to cook an Indian meal together. They sat at Claire’s big dining table and ate as a little family with a range of small dishes laid out before them where they could help themselves.

As they ate, they were talking about a television show they’d watched earlier that evening, but just in the middle of a sentence, a large dollop of sauce dropped from Leia’s paratha bread and fell onto her new jumper.

After trying to dab off the worst of the sauce with kitchen towels, Leia quickly realised that it had to be washed – and quickly – or it would stain. She quickly peeled it off and walked to the washing machine, while the other two stayed at the table. Leia filled the sink with warm water and ran the stained area under the tap for a little while. Once thoroughly wet, she massaged some washing liquid into the whole area before leaving it to soak and returning to her meal.

When they finished eating, Claire asked Molly to fetch the dirty laundry basket from the utility room and bring it to the washing machine. She changed the settings to wool and pulled out everything woollen from the basket, then started loading the clothes in. Meanwhile, Molly and Leia filled the dishwasher with the dishes and cutlery from their meal.

Both machines fully loaded now, Claire closed the washer up, but was a little too firm in shutting the door. The bottle of washing liquid had been balanced on the edge of the machine, and all three of them watched as it seemed to wobble in slow motion before tipping over the edge, spilling the contents all over the floor.

Much to her relief, Molly was excused, and made her way up to bed while the two women cleared up the kitchen together.

Leia stood at the kitchen sink, washing the dishes and scouring various pots and pans that were too large for the dishwasher. At the same time, Claire got on her hands and knees behind her with copious amounts of kitchen roll, trying to mop up all of the spillage. After towelling most of the floor, she folded one last piece of towel so it was over her finger, then ran it underneath the washing machine, trying to clear up as much of the gloopy liquid as she could reach.

As she knelt close to the floor, she happened to glance up at Leia who was still talking about the TV show they’d watched earlier. Claire paused for a moment, just gazing at her – this amazing woman doing the housework in just her bra and still looking impossibly beautiful. There was something so down to earth and yet so glamorous about how Leia looked. Claire’s usual feelings of love were quickly overtaken by the hunger of lust.

She threw the soaked kitchen roll in the bin, then crawled over behind the sultry brunette, wanting to be close to her. She knelt directly behind her, stretching both arms past Leia’s legs and placing her palms flat against the kitchen cabinet underneath the sink, pinning her in position. Claire closed her eyes and gently leant forward to nuzzle into Leia’s thighs and bottom — first, with the top of her head, and soon after her face.

“Well, hello,” said Leia, looking down and to the left as she felt Claire’s face rubbing against her ass. She stopped what she was doing and dried her hands on a nearby towel, doing nothing to discourage her lover’s affections. She tried to look down over her shoulder to see Claire’s bright blue eyes looking up at her from the floor but couldn’t quite manage it. Instead, she wriggled herself around on the spot. Leia felt gentle fingertips on her ankles now and smiled again as Claire gently fell forward, pressing her face directly against her sex. Leia could feel the hot breath through her clothing, and it gave her shivers.

“You look so little, knelt down there like that,” said Leia.

It was meant to be a simple observation of the taller blonde, but Leia spotted how Claire froze momentarily as she spoke. She realised exactly what Claire was in the mood for.

“Okay, babe,” she said with a sultry smile, “let’s finish clearing the kitchen and then head up to bed, shall we? We can clean the rest of downstairs tomorrow morning.”

Claire smiled and nodded as Leia helped her to her feet. Both completed their nightly routines and met back in bed — their bed. After a few minutes of quiet chatter, Leia found herself spooning Claire, her arm wrapped around her body and simply holding her breast. She noticed how the blonde’s conversation was still lively, and understood that Claire wasn’t sleepy. Neither was she.

“So, I saw you tonight,” said Leia.

“What do you mean?”

“When I stood in the kitchen with your warm breath on my pussy, I happened to mention that you looked so little, and then you froze for a moment. I could tell by your eyes what that did to your clit. You’d rather like me to talk about that; am I right?”

“Maybe…” Claire said simply.

“Okay,” said Leia, “you’d like me to talk about sex with a little girl? Would you, you nasty slut? I can do that.”

She could also reach the beautiful blonde’s pussy from this position, but for the time being focused on her nipples, rolling them between her fingers as she started to talk dirty to her friend.

“I thought I’d tell you about Molly’s first time tonight. Would you like that?”

Claire’s excitement jumped. She had purposely never brought up the subject again since asking that question previously, and she’d often wondered the sordid story behind it; now she was going to find out.

“Please, yes.”

“Ah, a little tale of lesbian incest with my own underage daughter – that’s what you want, is it?” Claire nodded silently, with both her mind and body very much alive.

“Well then. It’s strange, actually — it was at another barbecue at another friend’s house. There were about twenty or thirty people there, we were all having a good time, and my Molly, my gorgeous little daughter was off playing with some of the other kids in the garden. I’d had a few glasses of wine and was chatting away with some of the other guests.

“As the afternoon wore on, one of them took a shine to me and she started bringing over Tequila shots. It was cute and she was very pretty and I’ll admit, I got quite excited and imagined kissing her as we drank together.

“Suddenly it starts raining, and within a couple of minutes it was coming down really HARD,” she said as she squeezed Claire’s breast and nipple from behind, making her yelp quietly into the pillow. Leia’s hand started to roam further as she continued her story.

“This was a storm that would last all night. We all went running for cover, and obviously the barbeque was washed out so everyone headed home, including Molly and me. It was still early evening and we watched a couple of things on TV, but she went to bed before too long. I had another drink and watched the first half of a movie, hoping it would get naughty but it never did, so I went to bed as well.

“I was twisting and turning for a while, trying to get to sleep, but I was….” Leia paused as her fingertips glanced over Claire’s pussy lips before saying in a long, slow drawl, “fucking horny.”

Claire moaned into the pillow. She didn’t know how this story went but she knew how it would end. Coupled with Leia’s breathy voice in her ear, her body was very much responding.

As Leia’s fingers found Claire’s wetness, she continued her story.

“So, I needed to get myself off. I took out my laptop and my little silver clit stimulator toy and found the… special video I had at the time. It was a woman and supposedly her daughter, maybe eight or nine years old. The mum asked this girl to lick her pussy, and it was getting me really hot watching them with each other. I was going to town on my clit when I heard a huge bang from close outside. Ahhh, now you weren’t expecting that, were you?” said Leia grinning.

“I paused the video, turned my toy off and ran to the window, scared out of my wits, but I could see the security lights hadn’t come on, so I knew there was no-one out there. Then it banged again and I realised what it was – the side gate had blown open in the storm’s wind and it was just flapping about.”

“I quickly got my dressing gown on and went downstairs. I went outside and tied it up with some garden twine to stop it banging, then went back in and locked up again. I crept upstairs and turned the lights off before going back into my room.

“There on the bed, playing the video and holding the toy against her slit is my little girl Molly, completely naked.”

A sharp intake of breath from Claire.

“She’d been woken by the bang and saw me go downstairs, then came to wait for me in my room. She’d then seen the image on the laptop of this totally naked woman and girl, and hit play. I’m outside getting scratched fingers from the metal-cored twine, and my little girl is watching some very questionable activity on my laptop.”

Leia’s fingers were getting faster and harder between Claire’s thighs now as she reached the crescendo of the story.

“When I’d left the video, it had the little girl eating her pussy but after that, the woman had pulled out a dildo and started to fuck her with it. Molly had watched closely, and was trying to copy what was going on. It was un-fucking-believable. You know that I like little girls, and you know I was just watching one on my video. I’d had hours of feeling ridiculously horny with this sexy little redhead at the barbeque, and now, here’s my own daughter, naked on my bed and looking up at me with my dildo pressed to her little cunny.”

Claire’s whole body started to wind as those fingers went deep into her. She reached down and grabbed Leia’s wrist to try and pull more of her inside.

“I couldn’t stop watching her as she played with this toy. She could see I wasn’t mad, so she asked me how to use it.

“I was getting so fucking turned on I was almost delirious. I couldn’t resist. I knew I shouldn’t, but Molly was really enjoying it and had such a look of pleasure on her face that I couldn’t stop her. I slowly got on the bed with her and thought to myself, Okay, take the toy from her and just show her what it’s for, but that’s it. Nothing more.

“I flicked the switch, explaining what was happening as I went. I touched it to her hand, first of all, until she was used to the vibration, then on her thigh. She said she didn’t mind it, and then spread her legs a little more, just like the girl on the computer. I looked at her encouraging me, and that’s when I somehow decided that it was no different from pressing it against her arm, really. So I took the toy,” Claire’s breath held, “and pressed it against her clit.

“She went wild for it and asked me to keep doing that. I was going crazy myself, and was desperately moving my hips to try to scratch my own itch, but it was no good. She looked up at me and said ‘That’s so nice, Mummy.’ I realised I was starting to talk dirty to her, and she likes it as much as you do. ‘You like that, baby? Is that nice? Is Mummy making your pussy feel good?’ – all that kind of naughty talk.

“I had to reach down and play with myself, kind of secretly so she didn’t get distracted. I was running this slowly up and down Molly’s slit and seeing the reaction it gave her, and I was going crazy.

“So I was looking at my little girl, and she was smiling and softly moaning as I used my toy on her. I was fascinated by her little slit, and I just couldn’t resist any longer. I asked if Mummy could make her feel really good and she said yes. That was it — before I could talk myself out of it, I leaned forward, took in a big breath of her scent, and then slowly… I ran my tongue over my little girl’s cunt.”

Claire came hard, bucking against the fingers inside her and moaning loudly into the pillow.

Leia waited as she recovered, retelling little snippets of the story as if they were echoes bouncing around in Claire’s mind. Gradually she came back to near normal, but Leia wasn’t done. After Claire’s initial pussy-grasping orgasm had released her fingers and subsided, Leia switched her attention to other parts and instead started pinching and pulling on her pussy lips while she continued the story.

“There I was, licking her little cunt and it was the horniest, dirtiest, nastiest thing I’d ever done. Her tight little pussy. Her little underage cunt in my mouth. We even kissed a little bit as well before she asked me to carry on. She wanted more, the little slut. I of course obliged, but after a while I was so turned on that I asked her if she’d like to do the same to Mummy.”

Leia’s fingers were back around Claire’s clit now and she could feel a second orgasm quickly approaching.

“She couldn’t wait to try, and so I laid back on the bed. The next thing I knew, my little Molly, my darling little girl, was eating her nasty, slut mummy’s cunt. I couldn’t believe it — I was so fucking horny. I looked over into a mirror in the room and I could see our reflections in the mirror of my little girl between her mummy’s legs. The size difference between us, oh my fucking days — I nearly came from that alone. I fucking squirted everywhere. I’d warned her it might happen as I was teaching her, and she took it like a pro — all over her face, all in her mouth, everything — she lapped it up.”

Claire was now verging on another climax.

“We did all sorts that night — everything, pretty much.”

Leia’s fingers were dancing over Claire’s clit now, and she was close to making them both cum together. Their breathing changed and not a word was spoken for a good thirty seconds. Leia was going to make Claire ask.

She rolled on to her back, allowing Claire to do the same so they were lying side by side and each masturbating hard. They were staring at each other intensely as their hands flew over their own clits. They were both edging themselves, delaying as long as they could ahead of the very answer which they both knew would finish them off.

Claire finally gave in — and in a breathless whisper, she asked the question Leia knew she’d wanted the answer to all along: “How old?”

“She was four.”

Claire had the deepest orgasm she’d ever had in her life; she didn’t even notice Leia bucking hard next to her as the bed shook in time with their convulsions.

Carry on to Chapter Five!

by J. R. Hartley

Claire laid on the bed in shock, still feeling the afterglow of her crushing orgasm as she looked back and forth at these two minxes.

“Oh, my God.” she said simply, the corner of her mouth twitching in the slightest of smiles.

“Mmm, yummy!” said Molly. “Thank you Claire, that was fun. Can I go outside now, please, Mum?”

“Er…you’re welcome?” said Claire as Molly left the room.

“Did you enjoy that?” asked Leia.

“Oh my fucking god yes, I enjoyed that! I can’t believe it happened and it was over in seconds but…wow! Wow! I’ve just had my pussy eaten by a nine year old girl. Oh my fucking days, that was something else. Thank you so much, Leia.”

Leia was caressing her again while Claire relived the moment in her head. Leia’s fingers found her pussy and slid straight inside without any resistance. Claire closed her eyes and relaxed back on the pillow.

“Fuuuuuck!” she sighed.

“You’re a naughty girl, Claire.” grinned Leia. Claire’s eyes snapped open and she looked at her friend mischievously. “You’re lying here in this strange woman’s bed, completely naked,” she continued, slowly increasing the speed of her fingers inside Claire’s pussy. “You’re naked,” she went on, “because you spent hours fucking this hot little slut mama last night.”

Claire smiled back up at her friend, reaching up to take Leia’s nipple between her fingers.

“…and then when you woke up this morning. I called my daughter in…”

“Ohhhh, Leia.”

“Aaahhh, you like me mentioning my little girl, don’t you Claire? I can feel how wet you’ve just become. Hmmm, that’s sexy. That’s my sexy little whore.”

Claire was writhing now, staring into Leia’s beautiful face and doing her best to encourage her friend’s fingers ever deeper and stronger inside her as she talked.

“So I called little Molly, and in she came. My sweet little girl. My darling little angel climbed on to the bed and in between us.”

Claire was moaning loudly now.

“Molly threw back the covers. Then she started to eat your pussy. Hmmmmm, that’s right — you fucking squeeze my fingers, you sexy bitch. You like that, yeah? You’re remembering how her tongue felt, aren’t you?”

“Jesus fuck Leia, yes!”

“Her tiny little nine-year-old tongue. Her beautiful, cute little nine-year-old face looking up at you as she licked your cunt – you liked that, didn’t you?”

Claire had nearly lost the power of speech now as Leia’s fingers teased another orgasm forward. “Yes! Oh fuck yes, Leia. Amazing.”

“You liked having my little girl’s underage tongue in your hot, wet pussy, didn’t you Claire? Mmmm, that’s it, cum for me again. If you’re very good, I might even let you lick her as well.”

“Oh shit!” groaned Claire.

“You want that, babe? You want to lick her little nine-year-old cunt? My little girl? My sexy little daughter? You want to taste her little pussy, just like her slut mummy does every night?”

“Oooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Claire’s body convulsed with a mixture of images from past, present and future in her head, all involving Leia and her daughter, and she came hard for the second time that day, clamping Leia’s fingers in her cunt.

————–

Claire went home to change clothes that lunchtime and spent an hour sleeping on the sofa after lunch, dozing to the memories of everything that had happened. She was thankful for the rest after the exertion of the previous eighteen hours, and that Jessica was at her dad’s house for the evening.

That meant that she could accept Leia’s invitation out to a restaurant not too far away where they planned to get dressed up. She opted for a black dress with black stiletto boots and drove to the venue after picking up Leia and Molly.

All three walked in together and were shown to a circular booth at the back of the nearly empty room. Claire went to step around the table and tripped on the full-length table cloth, nearly pulling the whole thing off the table, making the three of them laugh conspicuously. A couple of older women sat in the opposite corner of the room and they cast disapproving glances at the noisy trio but they certainly didn’t let it bother them.

They ordered their food and were enjoying the evening, but Claire was quite surprised at Molly’s behaviour. In the car she had been sweetness and fun personified, but now it was as if she’d had a massive sugar rush. She was fidgety and whiny and complained as the waiter approached to take the order. Claire politely ignored it and figured the girl was seeking attention, so she started to talk to Molly about school while the waiter noted down their choices. That seemed to do the trick, and she was back to her normal self very quickly.

The conversation turned again and Claire found herself and Leia doing most of the talking while Molly sat and ate quietly, joining in as she wanted to.

As the main course finished and the plates were cleared away, the dessert menu was produced and it was as if Molly had switched again. “I want the candy ice-cream stack, Mum,” she said, a little too loudly. The waiter recognised another kid frustrated by their parents’ restrictions on puddings, a very familiar sight.

“Molly, no!” said Leia firmly. “You’re embarrassing me. Now, stop it. You can have the ice-cream or the panna cotta but that’s it. Everything else on here is enormous.”

“Mum!” croaked Molly, stifling a scream.

“That’s it, young lady. Time out. Now.” said Leia, looking daggers at her daughter.

“Fine!” said Molly and ducked down under the tablecloth in a rage.

“I’m so sorry,” said Leia to the waiter and Claire, prompting polite smiles from both. “She’ll have the panna cotta with raspberry coulis please, and we’ll also have a couple of coffees.”

“Of course, madam,” said the young waiter and turned away to ring up the order and make the drinks.

Claire was shocked at Molly’s behaviour, but then thought back to her own behaviour at that age and realised she was probably pretty similar in her own way. They continued their small talk for a few moments and as Leia spoke, she waited for the look of shock and panic in Claire’s eyes.

Ah, there it was. Leia kept her voice level and natural and left just enough room in the conversation for only the smallest of agreements from her companion.

The reason for Claire’s reaction was that beneath the table, she felt Molly’s hands on her legs, pushing her little black dress up her thighs. Molly was completely covered by the table-cloth, so no-one could see as she twisted her little body around under the table. She pushed Claire’s knees wide apart, and with a deft flick of the fingers to draw back Claire’s satin knickers, bent forward and licked her pussy again.

Claire could see Leia talking, but the world didn’t exist more than a couple of feet away from her; she didn’t catch a word said as she felt that little girl tongue silently lapping at her clit once more.

She slowly came to her senses and realised the situation she was in. She couldn’t stop it – she didn’t want to – but the possibility of being caught was terrifying. And exciting.

Leia knew exactly what was going to happen. They’d planned this, the pair of them. Claire couldn’t believe how naturally it had all been played out and now, she was sitting at a table in a fancy restaurant with a nice meal in her stomach and a nine-year-old girl’s tongue in her cunt. She smiled at how preposterously delicious it was, and found herself somehow able to join in the conversation.

Moments later, the waiter returned with the two coffees and placed them on the table. Claire felt Molly’s tongue stop directly on her clit, and froze so as not to make a single give-away sound.

The waiter mentioned that the panna cotta would be out in a couple of minutes, and Leia thanked him. The young man turned to walk away, but Leia’s inner devil whispered in her ear.

“Oh, excuse me,” she called, prompting the waiter back. “Would you have any extra brown sugar, please?” she smiled sweetly. He walked over to a supply station and brought back a couple of sticks before leaving again. All the while, Claire had Molly’s tongue directly on her clit.

“Ah yes, that should be enough I think now.” said Molly, handling the sugar, but in reality talking directly to Molly. Claire felt her dress being straightened out before Molly’s touch left her altogether.

Two taps on her mother’s knee, and Leia was given the signal.

“Are you ready to come out now, Molly? Your pudding is about to come.” The young girl re-appeared from under the table.

“Sorry, Mummy,” she said as she took her seat again.

“I …… I can’t believe that.” said Claire, a shocked smile on her face.

“I know. The first time Molly ate here it was just the two of us, and it was amazing,” said Leia, lacing the conversation with dual meanings.

“I bet!” said Claire. “I bet you’ve eaten here a few times then – I know I’d like another helping. Maybe I could come along some time again.”

“And bring Jessica!” said Molly as the waiter approached. “It’d be great to have another kid at the table.” Leia and Claire laughed incredulously; Molly hadn’t quite realised their game, but had unwittingly added her line perfectly.

The panna cotta was polished off in no time at all, interrupted only by a bout of the giggles when Leia asked Claire if she thought something similar was on the menu for the two old women in the other corner of the room.

As the waited cleared the plates away and went to print the bill, Molly shifted around the bench seat so she was sitting next to Claire.

“Can I tell you a secret, please Claire?” she asked.

“Of course you can, my love.”

Molly brought both hands to her mouth, cupping them in a cone shape as kids do when whispering to one another. She rested the other side of her hands over Claire’s ear.

“It was me eating your cunt.”

Claire almost spat the last bit of her coffee, and both Leia and Molly laughed out loud. She realised that this must have been another thing that they’d planned before.

The dirty little fuckers!

————–

The journey home was short, thankfully, and as soon as they got back to Leia’s, they opened a bottle of wine and sat in the dining room once more. Tonight the wine was much more pleasurable than functional; given their recent activities, none of them felt they needed help losing inhibitions.

They had eaten early due to Molly being with them, and it was still before 9:00 PM now that they were home. The conversation evolved into them each reliving what happened in the restaurant, and what they felt at each point. Claire was taken aback with how Molly was making this sound so innocent and so filthy at the same time.

“I knew I was going to pretend sulk and the man would understand why I was under the table, but I still giggled a bit when Mummy was talking to you both. I very nearly spread your legs right then and started licking, but I thought he might see your face. I bet it looked a picture when I licked her pussy, didn’t it Mummy?”

Leia giggled. “It sure did baby, nearly as much as when I called the guy back for more sugar and you two completely froze up – that was so funny!”

Leia smiled at the reaction this conversation was having on all three of them, and when they reached the part with them leaving the restaurant, she’d already decided what she was going to do. Being the considerate hostess, she stood and asked if either of them needed the bathroom. When both said no, Leia walked into the front living room and returned with a few of the large cushions she kept there.

Claire looked enquiringly at her friend but Leia had a beaming smile – she knew what was coming.

Leia walked to the kitchen and to the corner where the two walls – and therefore two countertops – met in an L shape. She placed the cushions on the floor and called for Molly who bounded in moments later, anticipating precisely this.

Leia walked back into the dining room and asked Claire to follow her. Wine duly picked up, she followed the sexy brunette into her kitchen. In the corner, on the countertops and immediately above the cushions, was an entirely naked little nine-year-old girl.

Her bottom was perched right in the joint between the two sides and she had her legs spread wide, spreading her tiny slit ever so slightly in the process. Molly’s hands were wandering all over her skin, pinching, pulling and rubbing as she wanted to.

Claire laughed, slightly taken aback; Leia put her arm around her friend.

“Now, Claire,” she started, “as you know, my little girl is just nine years old. She’s little, but she knows lots and lots of things. She knows how to act a role, as you saw. She also knows how to eat a woman’s pussy, as you felt. Twice now, in fact. However, there’s something she doesn’t know, and I hoped you could help her out there.”

Claire was already massively turned on, just watching the naked little girl looking back at her while running her fingers over her small body. “Well, how can I help?” she said, grinning.

“Well, the only woman’s tongue she’s ever had on her little baby girl clit is her mummy’s. I know that Molly loves Mummy licking her pussy, just as I know that you love the idea of me doing the same to her.”

“I rather do, yes.”

“Well, darling Claire. Would you eat my little girl’s cunt, please?”

“Oh yes, please do, Claire!” added Molly for good measure. “Mummy even got the cushions out to save your knees on this hard floor.”

Claire took a couple of steps forward and shucked her little black dress up her legs a touch. She knelt down in the corner of the kitchen with her head close to Molly’s pussy. She reached up and ran her fingertips and nails over her spread thighs, slowly zeroing in on her sexy little slit.

Leia noticed her pause, and after a few more seconds asked if Claire was okay.

“Yeah…. “ she said, turning around to glance at Leia while her fingers stayed on the girl’s inner thighs.

“What are you thinking, Claire?” There was a moment of silence where a spiky ball of worry appeared in Leia’s stomach, but she had no cause for concern.

“I want to watch you lick her first,” said Claire.

Leia smirked. “…and you’re going to stay right there, are you?”

“Sure am,” said Claire.

Leia stepped nearer and stood behind Claire, bending over her right shoulder. Claire’s face was only slightly further back, so she had an incredible view as Leia gently moved forward, enveloping the girl’s pussy with her lips. A few moments later and she could see Leia’s tongue gently sliding up and down Molly’s cunt, occasionally focusing on her tiny clit.

“Ooooooohhh, Mummy, that’s nice,” groaned Molly.

“Oh, my days.” whispered Claire, gasping at the piquant spectacle of a mother and daughter. To top it off, Leia had slipped a hand inside Claire’s dress and was fondling her left breast.

A few more licks, and Leia slowly withdrew after placing one last long, sucking kiss on her little girl’s clit.

“Your turn now, Claire,” said Molly, mischievously. “I’ve waited long enough to feel your tongue in my puss-puss.”

Claire closed her eyes momentarily before gazing straight at that little nine-year-old pussy. Her head lowered and her tongue found the little girl’s lips. Claire almost brain-gasmed; here she was, licking Molly’s beautiful little pussy while the girl’s mother stood behind, encouraging them. She looked up to see Molly playing with her own nipples for a while then down as Leia’s hand slipped inside her dress again.

“Lick her, Claire.” whispered Leia. “Suck that little nine-year-old cunt, you filthy fucking bitch.”

Claire was determined to savour this — and more importantly, for Molly to enjoy it. She kept looking up, partially for the astonishing, crotch-wetting sight of this sexy girl on her tongue but also making sure Molly was having fun. She stopped checking when Molly reached down, both hands on top of her head and started guiding her exactly where she wanted that tongue.

“Fuck yes, Claire. Eat me. Eat my nasty little cunt,” she hissed. “You like eating my underage pussy, you slut? You like fucking little girls, don’t you? You dirty bitch.”

Claire was loving the sudden upshift in dirty talk and put it down to her approaching orgasm at first, until she spotted Leia out of the corner of her eye, who had her phone out and was recording a movie.

“You like her tongue in your little-girl pussy, Molly?” asked Leia. “Mmmm, you’re making me so fucking wet, you two. Eat her cunt, Claire.”

Molly started shaking and had what approximated an orgasm right there on the counter-top, and right there on the camera. Claire had to get up as her knees were starting to hurt. Molly took charge and asked the two women to kiss. “I think it’s really hot watching you two kissing, and I’d like Mummy to taste her little girl’s juices in another woman’s mouth.”

Both Leia and Claire rolled their eyes with big smiles to Molly. “You naughty little thing!” Leia said, smiling broadly before she and Claire fulfilled her wish. Molly watched as the two grown women stood right there in the kitchen, passionately kissing each other while her pussy dripped onto the kitchen floor.

Continue to Chapter Four!