Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By StarSapphire

For the next three days, Shirley wandered around almost trance-like until Tracy finally asked if she was okay. Shirley, usually so in control and self assured, had become a piece of reed blowing in the wind. Tracy wasn’t sure what to make of this mood, especially when her mom would look at her with big moon eyes, but it certainly was a change, and Shirley’s attraction to her was becoming more obvious. Tracy felt both excitement and anxiety about this, attracted as she was to her mom already, and with fresh memories of Marie’s mammaries in her mind.

The days passed in due course, and on the morning of the fourth day Marie called, asking if she might drop in to Shirley’s place for a chat. Shirley agreed, so Marie took a quick look at herself in the mirror before leaving. Hair and make-up were just so, with a bit of decolletage from a white blouse and dark blue tight shorts.  It all seemed just right — not too much, not too little. Just what DOES one wear to the telling of a daughter’s seduction? she mused.

Finding the door open, Marie knocked gently then entered, calling out her presence. Shirley quickly appeared, a big smile on her face.

“Thanks for having me over,” breathed Marie. “I’ve so much to tell you.”

As Shirley began pouring them both coffee, Marie related how things had started off, how eager Tracy seemed to continue her voyeur-like experience of being shown Marie’s big titties and how she’d gotten Tracy to take her top off. She told her too of how the sight of her small breast buds and pink puffed-out nipples had so turned her on that she’d invited Tracy upstairs to her bedroom.

“When we got beside my bed, I took Tracy in my arms for the first time.” She felt her naked body hard against Tracy’s as their lips met, and they entered a deep open-mouthed kiss that felt like it should have lasted forever. “Tracy is a natural. I’ve never enjoyed a kiss so much in my life,” Marie exclaimed.

“Then what happened?” Shirley asked, her temperature definitely on the rise.

“A lot!” laughed Marie.

*****

As their kiss deepened, Marie’s hand moved slowly down to Tracy’s sexy butt and began to stroke and squeeze it, grinding her own pussy against Tracy, using her hand to push the girl’s loins harder against her own. Both were now panting with lust.

Tracy pulled away suddenly, startling Marie. “Wait!” she cried. “I want to see the rest of you too!” Without a pause she reached out and undid Marie’s belt buckle, unbuttoned her jeans and ran down the zipper. Underneath were a pair of black lacy panties, worn in anticipation of this very moment. Tracy could see the dark triangle of Marie’s pussy clearly through the fine weave of her small tight panties as she slipped the jeans off Marie’s hips and down to her knees.

Then Marie took over and sat on the bed to finish removing them. She stood before Tracy in just her black panties, and Tracy stared in awe at her near nakedness.

“Your turn,” said Marie breathlessly.

Tracy paused just a moment, then reached for the zipper at the side of her skirt. Pulling it down, she let the garment drop to the floor, revealing a pair of pink bikini panties complete with a wet spot right in front. Marie caught her breath in anticipation, then reached over and slid the garment down Tracy’s thighs to have it finally pool at her ankles. As she stepped out of them Marie swiftly lowered her own panties and kicked them aside. They now stood naked, just inches apart.

They were both nervous, shaking with tension and lust, but they paused only a second before falling into a deep embrace, rolling effortlessly onto Marie’s bed, their lips working away gently at each other as tongues slid and caressed, each exploring the wonderful new territory inside the other’s mouth.

Tracy was overwhelmed at being in the arms of her beloved, naked and passionate, hands roaming and exploring. She felt Marie’s hard nipples against her chest and her thigh entangled between Marie’s, feeling the moist texture of her pussy fur against her leg as they ground their hips together in hard rhythmic pulses. Marie’s hand was on her ass, urging her young cunt forward, harder against the obstacle of Marie’s pelvis.

“Oh yes, baby!” screamed Marie as Tracy’s humping thigh continued to grind into her pulsating cunny. “Fuck me like that, Tracy honey. Keep fucking me so hard!” she moaned into Tracy’s ear, trying to hold back the cries that might awaken young Suzie.

But she could hold back only so long, and a silent keening began as Tracy continued thrusting. Then she watched as Marie’s mouth opened in a silent scream, her whole body going rigid and arched from a huge orgasm that swept through her. Only a quiet groan escaped her lips, but Tracy suspected that under different circumstances, Marie would be screaming out her pleasure.

In massive shivers and shakes Marie slowly came back down to earth, eyes squeezed tightly shut as she sucked in great lungs full of air, then she slowly began to recover. Tracy held her tightly, in total awe at the pleasure she had seemed to give to the love of her life, Marie. She nestled her head gently into Marie’s shoulder as she continued to hold her, clasped as tightly as she could against Marie’s warm flesh, just wanting to melt into her and become one.

“Oh, sweetheart, that was sooo nice,” Marie cooed into Tracy’s ear. “Now it’s your turn. Lie back and let me at you!”

Not knowing what to expect, Tracy did as she was told and lay on her back in eager expectation. Marie wasted no time and began to kiss her — first on the lips, down to her neck, then on to each of her erect and aching little nipples, mouthing each in turn as Tracy moaned out her pleasure.  jolts of energy flowing from her breasts down to her tingling clit. Slowly, Marie trailed her tongue down over her bellybutton and lower.

Tracy was in rapture, anticipating what seemed to be coming. She’d heard of oral sex, but never thought to experience it from the sole object of her ardent young love. But experience it she did. Marie’s tongue first gently stroked her smooth slit, then deepened her penetration and began licking her from clit to love hole, settling finally on her throbbing clit, sucking it hard into her mouth, then bathing it in excruciating tongue lashings. Her fingers meantime had invaded Tracy’s cunt and were gently fucking her at the same time.

****

“That is so hot!” Shirley exclaimed. “I can’t believe it happened!”

“Believe it. Although I sometimes still pinch myself.”

Shirley was dripping wet from Marie’s tale, almost afraid to look down. Looking across at Marie she could see that she was perspiring and probably in no better shape. “So did she come?” she asked.

“Oh my God, like a machine gun. I swear Tracy is multi-orgasmic, even at her age!”

“Look, Marie, I just have to get off after hearing you. What am I to do?” Shirley looked across at Marie with lustful eyes.

“Well, I’d like to watch you do just that,” Marie smiled, feeling brazen. “You can masturbate for me. I’d love to watch and maybe join you, what do you say?”

Shirley’s mouth dropped open in surprise, especially at Marie’s dominance, but her hands nevertheless moved to her shorts as she stood quickly to remove them.

“Your top too, Shirley,” Marie said staring at her ample chest. “I want to see your tits.”

Shirley complied, peeling off her T shirt and quickly removing her shorts, bra and panties to stand nude before her luscious neighbour, whose hand had drifted between her own legs and was stroking herself lightly. Getting into the spirit, Marie peeled off her own top, revealing her large coral tipped breasts to Shirley, who gasped at the sight. Her shorts quickly followed, leaving them both naked as the day they were born. Moving her chair into line of sight with Shirley’s, Marie watched as Shirley’s finger stole down to her pussy, covered with a thin coating of dust-colored pubic hair. Slowly she began stroking herself, her eyes closing and lust now distorting her features.

Marie sat transfixed at the sight, seeing Shirley’s fingers working in a blur over her cunt, moving in rapid circles, much like Marie played with herself. As she continued watching, low moans escaped from Shirley’s lips as her other hand stole up to her aching tit and began to massage it rhythmically. She could tell Shirley was in near ecstasy when she opened her eyes slightly and smiled at Marie, then delectably licked her lips. “Join me, hon,” she whispered throatily.

Nothing loath, Marie’s hand strayed southward and found her drooling pussy. Watching to match Shirley’s rhythm, she was soon masturbating in sync, watching her through slitted eyes and panting out her her pleasure in short sharp gasps. With her other hand she moved beneath one of her large tits and brought the nipple to her mouth, licking and sucking it, causing a deep sigh of satisfaction from Shirley, eyes now wide open, watching.

Both women continued, naked in their chairs, working at themselves in a frenzy as Shirley felt herself ready to explode. “Oh God you wicked bitch, I’m gonna come!” she wailed.

As Marie watched, still fingering herself madly, she watched as Shirley’s back arched off her chair and a loud wail came from her mouth. Her body vibrated and her hips bucked furiously against her hand as wave after awesome wave of pure pleasure coursed through her body. Finally, after a trembling slow recline, Shirley lay back spent, arms open, breathing deeply but still watching Marie as her neighbour rapidly fucked two fingers into herself and bit down on her nipple.

With three loud groans, Marie’s orgasm hit her, rocking her into ecstatic oblivion, every nerve in her body coursing through with sexual energy, all centered on her hot heaving cunt. Like Shirley, her release was total, expelling all tension from her body. She looked at the satisfied smile on Shirley’s face and gave a big grin in return.

“I’ve never masturbated in front of someone before,” Marie giggled.

“I bet there’s lots you haven’t done before,” smiled Shirley. “Excluding of course, fucking a thirteen-year-old girl,” she laughed.

“Yes, and I’d love to do more. Think you can teach me?”

“Count on it. But something tells me you’re going to be an easy student, not much of a challenge!” Shirley smiled.

“I’m really new to all of this. I mean, I never knew I liked girls so much before. I just wasn’t turned on by men. And now I have the two of you. And what are we going to do about Tracy?”

“Tell you what, hon, let’s go upstairs and discuss it in my bedroom. Are you up for that?” Shirley asked, holding her breath in anticipation of Marie’s response.

Marie looked into Shirley’s lovely blue eyes and saw the lust there that she knew she too was feeling. “Oh my God, yes. I-I’d like that” she stammered. It’s going to happen, she thought, sex with another woman.

Without further words, Shirley stood and took Marie’s hand, taking them both upstairs naked to her waiting boudoir and king sized bed. At the entrance Shirley turned and kissed Marie, softly at first, then with building passion. Marie responded by opening her mouth and allowing Shirley’s probing tongue easy access to it. Soon their jaws were wide open as if they seemed determined to devour each other, their tongues lashing and twisting around each other in an incredibly sensual dance, the like of which Marie had never experienced before.

Shirley’s hand went slowly up to cup one of Marie’s large breasts, and she heard a moan escape from her neighbor’s lips. The feeling was wonderful. Marie’s nipple was large and hard against her palm as she felt the full weight of the tit in her hand. I bet Tracy just loved feeling these, she mused to herself. Then she broke their embrace, turned, led Marie over to her big bed and laid her down on top of the soft duvet cover. Quickly she slipped in along side her, leaned over and continued their kiss.

Coming up for air, Shirley looked Marie in the eyes. “Did you like that, sweetheart?”

“I’ve never had a kiss like it before. It was fantastically sexy,” Marie replied in wonder.

“Plenty more where that came from. So you’ve never been with a grown woman before, huh? And what’s this about you fucking my daughter, and what are we gonna do about it?” Shirley laughed.

“You really want her, don’t you? You want to have sex with Tracy.”

“Yes I do, if that satisfies your puerile curiosity. I admit it. I have lusted after my own daughter for a couple years, and when you told me about having sex with her I went out of my mind. I nearly came without even touching myself, you are such a good storyteller,” Shirley laughed. “I bet Tracey is now head over heels in love with you, which leaves me a bit out in the cold. I mean, will she see having sex with me as cheating on you? Or will our having sex make her feel you’re cheating on her?”

“We haven’t really had sex, though, have we?”

“But we’re going to, I know it. And if not, then I’m gonna rape your cute ass,” Shirley chuckled.

“Well, we are naked in bed together, that’s for sure. So what do we do next?” Marie whispered quietly. “Remember I’m new to all of this.” In fact she was feeling just a bit nervous, waiting for Shirley to make the first move.

“This!” proclaimed Shirley, who immediately locked her swollen lips to Marie’s and kissed her again in earnest passion. Shirley rolled half on top of Marie, quickly felt for one of her heavy tits and began to rub it into Marie’s chest. Marie gasped out her pleasure as Shirley mashed her big tit hard. Her own hand slid around to cup Shirley’s ass cheek, drawing her hips closer to her as she opened her legs and let Shirley’s thigh nestle tightly against her cunt. At the touch of her leg, Marie began to slowly hump Shirley as their searing kiss continued.

“My tits, baby. Play with my tits,” Shirley spoke urgently.

Marie happily complied, moving her other hand over to touch another woman’s full breast for the first time. She was a bit astonished that it felt different from her own, even though Shirley’s tits were nearly the same size as hers. It was soft and delicate in a way hers wasn’t. It felt wonderful, though, and she busily pinched and tweaked her big hard nipple, making Shirley gasp out little cries of pleasure.

Marie and Shirley now began to grind their cunts together much more forcefully and passionately. “God, yes!” screamed Shirley. “Fuck me! Fuck me harder!”

Their heads were on each other’s shoulders now as all their energy became focused on the rubbing between their legs. Marie could never remember a fuck with a man that came anywhere close to the intensity of this strange experience.

As each woman humped against the other, their orgasms seemed to grow apace. First Shirley, then Marie both exploded in passion, drenching each other and straining to make every hair and skin cell rub against the other’s, their clits sliding and slipping together as great waves of pleasure swept through their bodies, while loud moans and cries of pure ecstasy escaped their lips. As their hips ground against each other they slowly came down, amazed at the power of the orgasm they had created together.

They lay silently wrapped in each other’s arms as their breathing slowly relaxed and the bed stopped spinning. “Never in my life have I ever come like that!” Marie marveled. “You are so wonderful, Shirley! I never knew sex could be like this!”

“Baby, with you it certainly has been special. I’ve never come like that before, either. This whole week has been crazy with you and Tracy and all the details, and I have to admit I’ve longed to have you in this bed for awhile now.”

“Now try getting me out of it! But what about Tracy? I mean, I love her too. What are we going to do?”

****

Tracy felt almost giddy as she made her way home from school. She was deeply in love. Last night had been like a dream come true. Having sex with Marie was so much more than she imagined it would be. She still remembered the feel of her arms wrapped around her, and pressed the back of her hand against her lips to give her some semblance of the kisses she had exchanged. Her young pussy still tingled from the tongue lashing it had received. That was SO rude! But she couldn’t wait to try it on Marie, to actually put her mouth against her juicy cunt and make the object of all her affections explode like a rocket.

She was getting turned on, she realized, and she was only halfway home! Gonna lock myself up in my bedroom for awhile when I get there, she mused.

Then Tracy began having thoughts about her mom, who’d been acting a bit strange lately. She’d catch Mom looking at her sometimes with an unusual stare. Tracy had had sexual thoughts about her mom for a long time, since she was maybe nine, but until now she hadn’t considered ever broaching such a serious issue with her. It could be disastrous, even trying to talk to her mom about this, but Tracy could certainly feel sexual tension building at home. She just didn’t know what to do with it.

Darn it, she thought, I’m only thirteen. Somebody had to help her make some decisions, especially after her ‘seduction’ of Marie, the thought of which caused her to giggle. Then she remembered her goal when she got home and hurried her pace.

Things did not go as planned. She never got up to her room until much later. When she got home, she stepped into the kitchen and saw both her mom and Marie waiting for her and looking very nervous in the process. Uh-oh, she thought, this might be trouble! And I was so happy, she sighed.

“Hi, Mom, hi, Marie. Is there a problem? You both look kinda mad or something,” Oh God, she thought. Marie has told her about us and has made it all look like my fault. She nearly burst into tears, she felt so ashamed.

“Oh God no, honey!” exclaimed Shirley. “Not at all! In fact, well, Marie has told me about you and her and I think it’s wonderful, darling!”

“You do?” Tracy exclaimed, drawing in a deep breath and leaning against the counter for support, bringing a hand up to her mouth in shock.

Yes, sweetheart,” said Marie. “She does, but it gets a bit more complicated from here. You see, your mom and I, well, we became lovers today,” Marie lowered her head as she said this, waiting for a response. All she heard instead was silence.

Tracy was too shocked to speak. It was all too much to take in. Had she lost Marie to Mom? Then why did she think it was wonderful we had sex together? Her pain was immense, and Tracy’s confusion resulted in a flood of tears as she couldn’t put together all her feelings. She just didn’t know what to think. Just minutes ago her world was all colored rosy and bright, and suddenly everything had turned black.

“Oh baby! Please, baby, don’t cry!” Shirley wrapped her arms around her sobbing daughter and began kissing her hair and forehead. “Marie still loves you, baby, and I love you too. Oh so much, honey, please don’t cry,” she whispered frantically in her ear.

“Then what does all this mean? Please tell me!”

“Oh God, and we thought we had figured out the best way to tell you about our new relationship. I’m so sorry, honey. We just didn’t do this right,” Shirley sighed, feeling terribly guilty at the upset she had caused her daughter. She’d forgotten just how raw a thirteen year old girl’s emotions could be.

“This is what we wanted to tell you, honey,” spoke Marie, edging closer to Tracy’s still trembling form. “We want you to decide how this will work. If you want me and only me, then your mom and I will not stay together, and it’s you alone I’ll cherish. On the other hand…”

“Uh, on the other hand you can join us both, if you would like that,” Shirley said, mentally crossing all her fingers and toes.

“You mean, the three of us would, like, sleep together and have sex?” The clouds were breaking open for Tracy at last, and pure sunshine burst through. “Oh my God, is that right?”

“Yes, angel,” said her mom, hugging her closely. “What do you think of that?” Shirley nervously awaited Tracy’s response.

Tracy pulled herself away from her mom and moved her eyes back and forth between Marie and Shirley. “You mean I get you both? That is just so cool! Mom, I’ve wanted you forever and now I get you and Marie?”

“If you want us, then yes, sweetheart. I mean, we both love you so much.”

“And you were ready to give me up to Marie if I wanted? I can’t even begin to think about what that would mean for you. Of course I want you both!”

Marie and Shirley gave a huge sigh of relief. They thought for a moment that things had gone horribly wrong, but the big smile on Tracy’s teary face told them that all was more than well. Marie went over immediately to where Shirley was hugging Tracy and put her arms around them both.

“Oh, Tracy!” Marie cooed. “We didn’t mean to scare you. I’m so sorry, baby!” she said, rubbing Tracy’s back, a look of concern etched on her face. Shirley clamored to give her apology too, and they all started laughing.

They all looked at each other with a kind of ‘what now?’ look on their faces, when Shirley proposed they have dinner and then see if they couldn’t make Tracy’s day even more special after that. All three thrilled to what that probably meant.

Dinner was nevertheless a relaxing event, and they were all hungry, but there was certainly an air of sexual tension in the room. Shirley brought out some exquisite Napa Valley white wine and made a show of giving some to Tracy, who was developing a taste for it her mother didn’t yet know about from Marie’s offerings the past few months.

“To us,” Shirley toasted and all three had a sip, savoring the taste as the meal now started.

After dinner and the clean up, Shirley looked down at the two people she loved most in the world and hugged herself with pleasure. “Know what?” she announced to everyone’s surprise, including her own. “I’m taking a shower. Anyone want to join me?” She looked around expectantly.

Marie and Tracy looked at each other and smiles broke out on their faces. “Wow, mom. can I?” Tracy cried out.

“You bet, honey! Now go up to your room, get undressed, put on your robe, and join us. And you’re coming with me,” she said to Marie. “I’ve got an extra robe for you, so let’s go!”

All three were in a fever of excitement as they proceeded upstairs to change. Marie and Shirley finished undressing, but couldn’t resist a quick passionate kiss before they donned their terrycloth robes and headed for Shirley’s large walk-in shower. When they entered, Tracy was already there in her white fluffy bathrobe.

Shirley went over, turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature, then stood back and slipped off her robe, exposing her luscious body to the others. Tracy was almost dizzy with excitement as she took in the sight of her mother, naked before her. She practically drooled over her mother’s breasts, her nipples hard and pink, just slightly smaller than Marie’s. Travelling down her body with her eyes, she admired her mom’s trim shape, long legs and especially the neatly trimmed brown pussy fur between her legs.

Marie too stared again at Shirley, never tiring of the sight of her nude. Without hesitation she slipped off her robe and smiled at Tracy’s awestruck look. Tracy, still a bit shy, hesitated then just went for it, exposing her body to the enraptured stares of Marie and her mom. She felt her small nipples expanding and the juices flowing from her young, nearly hairless pussy.

“Oh, my! You are so gorgeous, darling!” Shirley gushed. She held out her arms and young Tracy ran to her.

Marie stood and watched in loving wonder as mother and daughter embraced tightly, Shirley’s large breasts pressing into Tracy’s budding chest as they began their first kiss. Marie was transfixed at sight of their mouths moving against each other, tongues obviously at work. They broke apart slowly, each looking the other in the eye when Shirley finally ordered everyone into the shower. Marie was grateful, because she was close to exploding with lust.

As the water hit them, they each savored the feel of the hot water streaming over their bodies. The shower had two nozzles spraying into the middle, allowing all three to enjoy the water equally. First they all gathered together for an intimate hug. After this Marie reached for the soap and asked Tracy if she could wash her. Tracy eagerly nodded yes as Marie began at her shoulders, then spent a lot longer than necessary on her soft little titties. She next did Tracy’s back, her hands running quickly down to her firm young ass cheeks. Then her right hand slipped around and began washing her small nearly bald pussy, fingers delving into her tight slit, then finding Tracy’s now throbbing clit.

Tracy thrilled at the feel of Marie’s touch and the slippery wetness of her body. She moaned in pleasure as Marie continued to masturbate her, while the water cascaded over them both. Tracy reached up and began fondling Marie’s big tits as she could feel herself getting close to coming.

Tracy looked over and saw her mother rubbing her own pussy in rapid little circles and squeezing one of her pendulous tits. The sight was too much for her, and she slipped over the edge into a massive orgasm. Marie held her tightly as waves of burning pleasure radiated from her throbbing clit to envelop her whole body. Tracy’s knees were trembling so badly that she was glad Marie was holding on to her.

As Tracy’s orgasm peaked and slowly faded, both her and Marie turned their attention to Shirley, still playing with herself and fast approaching her own orgasm. When it hit her, Marie thought it was the sexiest sight she’d ever seen. Shirley’s hips gyrated rapidly then arched out as her head was thrown back and a quiet scream tore from her wide open mouth. Her hand remained locked against her boiling cunt and the other now gently squeezing her own tit. As she slowly came down, she saw Tracy and Marie through half-closed eyes and enjoyed the wide open looks of pure lust she saw there, their eyes glazed over with passion.

As the hot shower water washed away her juices, Shirley leaned against the shower wall and caught her breath. “My God! Watching you two was so hot! But let’s dry off and get into my bed.”

Marie and Tracy couldn’t agree more. Marie had yet to come, although she was so close that she dared not even touch herself.

Stepping out of the shower, they all took delight in helping each other to dry off. Leaving their robes behind, they followed Shirley into her boudoir at last. Marie thought she might go mad with anticipation.

As they stood beside Shirley’s king size bed, she and Marie agreed to have Tracy lie between them. “A Tracy sandwich,” her mom giggled.

All three lay down atop Shirley’s light blue duvet, Tracy flat on her back in the middle with Shirley reposing on her side to Tracy’s right, Marie similarly installed on Tracy’s left. Marie immediately moved in to kiss Tracy’s puffy red lips, and soon their tongues were tangoing inside each other’s mouths as their jaws strained to open wider.

Shirley, in the meantime, visited each of her daughter’s delectable pink nipples with her mouth, her hand moving down to cup the girl’s moist pussy. As she did, she felt a shudder of pleasure shake through Tracy from her ministrations.

Marie broke their kiss to stare down at Tracy’s young face, mouth open, eyes tightly closed as Shirley continued sucking her daughter’s baby tits and fingering her.

Not to be left out, Marie fed young Tracy her long hard nipple, which she began to suck avidly, reaching a hand out to feel Marie up, squeezing and rubbing one of Marie’s big tits. Going almost mad with desire, Marie put Tracy’s thigh between her own and began to hump her, rubbing her clitoris rapidly against Tracy’s leg until very shortly she finally came in a deep shuddering orgasm. Her body went taut as a wire, then shook and vibrated with pleasure.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, she began to feel Tracy in the throes of her own delicious second orgasm of the day. Marie marveled at the intensity of her climax, especially in one so young. Then, as Marie watched, Shirley scooped her daughter into her arms as Tracy slowly came down from her mind-boggling climax.

Marie embraced Shirley with young Tracy between them, and all three rocked each other gently for many moments. Tracy was crying, not from grief this time, but from the intensity of the sexual desire and love she felt for both these wonderful older women.

“I love you both so much!” Tracy cried and broke free from their embrace and sat up. “That was the best experience of my life!”

“Oh, honey,” said Shirley. “There’s lots more to come. What would you like to do now?”

Tracy thought for a moment then broke into a smile. “What I’d really like is to watch you guys making out. That would really turn me on.”

“Not a problem, little one!. I can’t get enough sex with your mom. She’s amazing!” exclaimed Marie, hungrily eyeing Shirley for a response.

“Oh, come here baby and let me fuck your beautiful body. I’d love to have Tracy watch us,” is the reply Marie received from Shirley.

“God, I love it when you talk like that,” breathed Marie. Kneeling they kissed. mashing their big titties hard against each other, their tongues exploring the depths of each other’s mouths, their jaws yawning in open-mouthed pleasure. Slowly they sank to the bed and lay tightly entwined as Tracy watched eagerly, her small hand snaking its way between her own legs.

While maintaining their kiss, Shirley and Marie’s hands began to explore each other’s bodies. Both cupped and squeezed one another’s ass cheeks while Tracy continued to watch, her fingers now working slowly inside her small slit as the sight of these two beautiful and mature women writhed and stroked each other. Tracy saw one of Shirley’s hands come up to cup one of Marie’s large breasts. Marie moaned in pleasure at the contact.

“God, I love your big tits,” Shirley moaned, breaking their kiss as Marie moved in to suck on Shirley’s nipples. After sucking and biting them Marie’s mouth moved lower, reaching for that dripping wet nexus between Shirley’s legs. At last she was flat on her stomach, with Shirley’s lightly furred pussy before her eyes. Eagerly her mouth clamped gently over Shirley’s pussy as her tongue snaked out to explore her sopping slit.

Marie could taste Shirley clearly and happily lapped up her love juices, eventually finding her big protruding clit. As her tongue danced and twirled about Shirley’s throbbing clit, her hand made its way down to Shirley’s hole. Inserting two fingers, she began to fuck her in rapid little strokes, delighting in the moans she heard escaping from Shirley.

“Yes! Fuck me babe, fuck my hot cunt! Suck on my clit! Eat me out baby, make me come!” Shirley wailed as Tracy continued watching, her own fingers a blur around her young pussy.

Marie, even more excited by Shirley’s naughty expletives, brought her free hand down between her legs and began masturbating as she continued to shower all her oral and digital skills upon Shirley’s bucking and heaving cunt. All three were now nearing yet another climax, Tracy playing with herself and rubbing her little titties as she watched her mom and her new lover fuck.

“Oh my God! Oh my God! I’m coming!” wailed Shirley as Marie hung on for dear life, her mouth and fingers attempting to match Shirley’s bumping and grinding pussy as a huge orgasm washed through her. At the same time, Marie felt her own orgasm approaching and looked over at Tracy, who was clearly coming hard by her own hand. Then Marie too was consumed in an explosion of passion as her busy fingers worked away at herself.

All three came down slowly together and hugged each other, with Tracy thanking both women so much for letting her watch them having sex.

“I can’t believe this is happening!” Tracy exclaimed. “I’m in bed having sex with the two people I love most in the world. You’ve both made me so happy!”

Relieved that Tracy was in full acceptance of their sexual practices and partnership arrangements, Marie and Shirley moved to either side of Tracy and embraced her. Then they talked, planning out their future together, trying to work out some of the issues such a different kind of relationship entailed. In the end they all agreed to take it one day at a time and to extract as much love and pleasure as they could from it. And so they did.

The End

By Muffi

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in February 2010 }

I don’t know how long Mommy was standing there. I had been in my room, lying on my bed and rubbing my coochie. I’d just had that really nice, warm and tingly feeling rush through me, and my eyes were closed. I had my legs spread open, and my hands were still down there, kinda rubbing up and down slowly. Then I remembered that I was supposed to go over to Mindy’s house and I had to get dressed. When I opened my eyes, Mommy was standing in the doorway, staring at me, with her mouth kinda hanging open.

If I wasn’t so embarrassed, I would have started laughing, she looked so surprised and shocked. I kinda screamed, and tried to cover myself with my hands, but there’s too much of me and not enough of my hands. So I just rolled over on my tummy and yelled at her.

“Mommy!! You coulda knocked before you just walked into my room! Can I get dressed, please?”

I was embarrassed at being caught playing with myself, and I could feel my face turning all hot as I blushed.

“Oh, uh… Yes, I’m so sorry, Jenny. I should have knocked first. I’m so sorry, Sweetie.”

As she softly closed my bedroom door, I was thinking that she sounded kinda funny. Not mad or upset or anything, just… different. I couldn’t figure out what it was.

Before I got dressed, I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror for a minute. I don’t really like how I look. I’m skinny, and I don’t have any boobies yet. My face is sorta pretty, I guess, but not as pretty as Mindy. But I love my hair. It’s long, almost down to the bottom of my butt, and it’s really thick. It’s dark, dark red – Mommy calls it auburn – and it’s wavy. When I put it up in pony tails, I look like Sailor Moon with red hair. I think that’s pretty cool.

Anyway, I got some clean underpants out of my drawer and put them on, then dressed in my jeans and a tee shirt. I put my sneakers on, and then I couldn’t avoid it anymore, I had to go downstairs and face Mommy. Was she gonna be mad at me? I felt ashamed and embarrassed all over again, and I didn’t want to see her. I wished I could just sneak out of the house and not have to talk to her. I knew she was gonna say something about what she saw me doing.

I don’t know why I was so scared and embarrassed. I know all about good touch and bad touch, and how I can tell anyone not to touch me there if they ever try to. At school though, they never said anything about not touching myself. I figure if it’s okay to tell other people not to touch me there, it must be okay for me to touch myself there, right? Still though, I was embarrassed about being caught at it.

I don’t remember when I started touching myself like that. It seems like I’ve been doing it forever. It feels so good when I do it, and sometimes, I get this really amazing feeling that starts in my coochie and just shoots out all over my body. It doesn’t happen every time, but when it does it’s so cool! My belly gets all warm and tingly inside and my whole body shakes and I can’t even breathe hardly, and it’s like nothing else I’ve ever felt. I can’t even tell you how good it feels.

Embarrassed again, I sighed, and started downstairs to face Mommy. I started blushing before I even reached the top of the stairs. How was I even gonna be able to look at her after what she saw me doing?

I went into the kitchen to get a soda, and Mommy was there getting things ready for supper. I couldn’t look at her, or talk to her, so I just got my can of soda and sat down at the table. She wasn’t saying anything to me at all; in fact, she looked embarrassed too, when I snuck a look at her. But she didn’t seem mad. She never gets mad at me, not really. I don’t know why I was scared she would be. I guess it’s cuz I thought I was doing something wrong that I had to hide from her. All of a sudden, my idea that since no one said anything about touching myself meant it was okay didn’t sound like such a good argument anymore.

Finally, looking at the floor, I just asked her. “Mommy? Are you mad at me?”

Mommy came over and sat down with me at the table.

“Of course I’m not mad at you, Jenny! Why on earth would I be mad at you?”

“Well… cuz…” I faltered, “Cuz of, you know… Cuz of what you saw me doing. I didn’t mean to be doing anything wrong, Mommy, honest!”

She was quiet for a minute, and then she said, “Oh, Jenny. Baby, you weren’t doing anything wrong, do you hear me? There is nothing wrong with you masturbating. That’s something that everyone does.”

Masturbating… I played with that word in my head for a minute, and then said, “Is that what I was doing? Mas… masturbating?”

Suddenly I was interested.

Mommy laughed quietly. “Yes, Baby. That’s the technical word for it. You were playing with yourself. Or getting yourself off. But yes, the proper word for it is masturbating. And there’s not a thing in the world that’s wrong with it. You weren’t hurting anyone, all you were doing was making yourself feel good. Like I said, it’s something that everyone does.”

She looked straight into my eyes for a minute, and then she said, “I guess I should have talked to you about these things a long time ago. You’re a very grown up girl for your age. In some ways I think you’re ten going on twenty. You being so embarrassed and ashamed today is mostly my fault for not explaining these things to you before.”

Suddenly I felt like I could fly! She wasn’t mad at me! And what I was doing wasn’t wrong! That must mean it was okay for me to do it whenever I wanted to!

“Does that mean it’s okay for me to do it whenever I want to, Mommy? I mean, I can just go do it any time?”

Mommy laughed again. “Yes, Baby, but remember, it’s just like anything else. You only get to play after you take care of business. That means school work and chores first, then you can go play. But yes, essentially, if you feel like masturbating, there’s nothing wrong with it.”

“Cool!” I grinned at her.

“And Jenny? I want you to remember some things, okay? First, masturbating isn’t something that you do publicly, it’s something that’s done in private, or only with someone you love and care very much about. Second, I promise that from now on, I’ll knock before I come in your room, okay? You’re old enough that you should be able to have some privacy there. It’s your room, after all. It’s not right for me to just barge in on you whenever I want to.”

Suddenly, I was focused on two things that she had said.

“How do you do it with someone else, Mommy? Do you mean that it’s like sex?”

I think that kinda surprised her, cuz she looked at me strangely for a minute.

“Well, in a way, yes, it is like sex,” she said. “When two people have sex, it’s properly called “making love.” And masturbating is sort of making love to yourself, really. And just what would you know about sex?”

“I know that boys don’t have vaginas, they have a penis, and when you have sex, the boy puts his penis inside your vagina. I think that’s kinda gross. I wouldn’t want a boy putting his wiener in my coochie!”

Mommy smiled. “Believe me, Baby, one day, you’ll change your mind about that.” She hesitated for a second. “Or not. One never knows, really.” She got a kinda far away look in her eyes for a minute, then she looked at me again. “But whether you do or not, always remember that it’s your body, and you are the one who gets to choose who you share it with.”

I just had to know. “Mommy, you said that it’s something everyone does, right? So, does that mean you do it, too?”

She blushed a little. “Well, first of all, young lady, that’s a very personal question. You don’t run around asking people if they masturbate, okay? But if you must know, yes, I masturbate.” In a whisper she said, “Too often, actually…”

I didn’t know what that meant, but I figured I better not ask her. I had one more question for her, anyway. “Mommy, why were you so embarrassed when you saw me today? You looked so shocked, and that’s why I thought maybe you were mad at me.”

“Honestly, Baby, that’s something I’d rather talk to you about later, after I’ve had time to think about it myself. Is that okay?”

I nodded, even though I wanted to know right then.

“Good. We can talk about it later on when you get home from Mindy’s, okay? We’ll talk over dinner. Now, you should scoot, or you’re not going to have any time to play before suppertime.”

She leaned forward, and kissed my forehead. “I love you, baby girl.”

I smiled at her. “I love you too, Mommy. I’ll see you later.”

“Supper is at six, Jenny, so be home in time to eat,” she yelled as I was running out the door.

“I will!”

I went to my best friend Mindy’s house, feeling better about what happened. But when I got there, I couldn’t stop thinking about talking to Mommy, and what she saw me doing. Mindy kept asking me if I was okay, and I finally told her that I didn’t feel good, and maybe I should just go home. Finally, I did tell her that I felt really sick, and I was gonna go back home. I didn’t tell her about what happened, I’d die if Mindy knew what Mommy caught me doing. Even though Mommy said that everyone does it, I still couldn’t picture Mindy doing something like that.

When I got there, Mommy was surprised to see me so early. I told her I wasn’t having much fun, and I just wanted to be home with her tonight. She smiled, and I helped her make supper. Pancakes! I’d forgotten that it was Friday, and it was pancake night. And that meant that Mommy didn’t have to work, and I didn’t have school for two days, and we could just spend the weekend together. For some reason, I felt really close to Mommy after we’d talked earlier.

So anyway, we ate our pancakes and bacon, and I ate so much I thought I was gonna explode. We were sitting at the table, and all of a sudden I burped. It the hugest burp ever, too, it went on and on, and it was so loud it echoed in the kitchen!

Mommy got this shocked look on her face, and yelled, “Jenny!!” and all I could do was start giggling. It was the burp, and Mommy’s face, it was just too funny, and I couldn’t help it, I got a case of the giggles so bad! Mommy was laughing, too, and when we finally started to quiet down, she said, “Little piggy!” and that just set us off again laughing.

We finally settled down, though, and I got up and cleared off the table. I rinsed off all the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, and then put away everything that needed to go in the refrigerator, and then wiped the table. That’s my chore every day. I do the dishes and clean up after supper.

All of a sudden I had a thought. I looked at Mommy, and grinned. “You did say after I take care of business, right Mommy? When my chores are done?”

I was kinda surprised at her reaction. At first she looked confused, and then she got it, and then she looked kinda… I don’t know, strange. Finally she took a deep breath, and smiled at me. “Yes, Baby, that’s what I said,” she answered. “But you don’t need to go announcing it, either. It’s something private, okay? But if you want to, yes, by all means, be my guest.”

I skipped out of the kitchen, my pony tails swinging back and forth, and ran up the stairs to my room. I closed the door, and rushed to take off all my clothes. I’ve played with my coochie with my clothes on, but for some reason, it’s not the same. I don’t know why, but it feels so much nicer when I’m naked.

A little while later, when I came back downstairs, Mommy was on the couch watching television. She just smiled at me, and kept watching her show. I was frustrated, cuz when I was playing with myself, I couldn’t get that really awesome feeling that I like so much. I mean, it felt good. It always feels good when I rub my coochie. But I couldn’t get that feeling that leaves me all limp and tingly and warm inside.

I decided to take my mind off it and push her to tell me why she was so embarrassed when she caught me earlier that day. Usually when she says, “Later,” it means sometime in the next couple of weeks, but I figured it was later now than when we talked earlier, so I could at least try to get her to tell me.

“Mommy?”

“Hmm?” She was still watching her show.

“Can we talk now?” I asked. “You said earlier that you’d explain why you got embarrassed when you saw me playing with my coochie today. Will you tell me why?”

All of a sudden she looked nervous or something. She bit her bottom lip, and her hands kinda twisted together, and she looked down at her lap. “Baby, I don’t know if you’re quite ready for me to tell you about that yet.”

That just made me mad.

“But Mommy, you said that me being embarrassed about you seeing me was mostly your fault for not talking to me about that stuff. About sex stuff. And I don’t get why you were embarrassed, that’s all. I mean, you’re a girl and I’m a girl, so it’s not like you don’t know what I look like naked. And you even said that you do it too, and that I shouldn’t be embarrassed about doing it. So why were you embarrassed about seeing me? And besides, you always tell me that we should talk more, and now you won’t talk to me. It’s not fair!”

I put a pout on my face and glared at her.

She just sat there for a minute, staring at me with a really funny look on her face. Then she took a deep breath, and it sounded kinda shaky. She asked me if I wanted to go get myself some iced tea, cuz this might take a while. So I got up and went to the kitchen and poured a glass of tea. Mommy came in, too, and she opened the cupboard and took out her bottle of whiskey that she hardly ever drinks, and poured some into a glass for herself with some ice. I went back in the living room, and she followed me a minute later with her drink and her old pack of cigarettes – she hardly ever smokes, either, only when she’s really upset, mostly. Now I was getting nervous.

Mommy put her drink on a coaster on the coffee table, and pulled a cigarette from the pack she had and lit it. I don’t like cigarettes, they stink, but I decided to not say anything tonight. She took another sip of her drink, and then she looked at me for a second, and then looked back down in her lap again, like she couldn’t look me in the eye or something.

“Baby, I was more ashamed today than I was embarrassed,” she said. “I was ashamed of myself.”

I didn’t get that at all. “Ashamed? What were you ashamed of?”

She took another deep breath. “I was ashamed because of the things I was thinking and feeling, Baby.”

Now I was even more confused. “Mommy, I don’t understand. Why would you be ashamed? What were you thinking?”

“God,” she said, “How do I explain this to you? I’m afraid you’re going to hate me, Baby, and I couldn’t stand it if that happened.”

“Hate you? Mommy, I couldn’t hate you! I mean, I get mad at you when you don’t let me get my way sometimes, but I don’t hate you. I could never hate you!.”

“Okay, Baby. Let me go back a while here for you,” she said. “I just need you to listen to me for a little while, okay? Will you do that, and wait until I finish before you say anything?”

I nodded. “Okay.”

“You know that your father left me when you were just a baby. And for whatever reason, he’s decided that he doesn’t want anything to do with either one of us. Me, I understand, but I don’t understand why he hasn’t ever tried to see you. But as far as I know, you’re okay with that, at least right now.”

“You also know that I haven’t had very many boyfriends since then. Yes, I date sometimes, but not often, and I don’t want a man in my life again, at least, not for now. And maybe never, I don’t know.”

She took another deep breath. “But there’s some things that you don’t know, too.”

“You know those times when I say it’s going to be a “girl’s night out,” and there will just be a bunch of girls going out to have some fun? Well, it’s a girl’s night out, but it’s not a party. When I do that, I’m going out on a date with another girl. See, that’s why your father left me. He couldn’t accept the fact that I like men and women just as much, and in the same way.”

She didn’t say anything for a few seconds, and when I started to open my mouth, she held up her hand for me to stop.

“Let me finish, Baby. Today, when I walked into your room, you were lying on your bed with your hands between your legs. Your eyes were closed, and you had this look of pure, innocent bliss and joy on your face. You looked so beautiful it almost broke my heart watching you. I… I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I must have stood there for five minutes just watching you. I hated myself, but I stood there, watching you, and when you started to come…”

Come? I stuck that away to ask about later…

“Oh, Baby… All I wanted to do was to climb into bed with you and make love to you. I had to force myself to keep my hands out from between my legs. Seeing you like that… It excited me so much… I was ashamed of myself, and I’m still ashamed, because you’re a little girl. You’re ten years old, and I shouldn’t be thinking about you like that. I’m even more ashamed because you’re my daughter – you’re my little girl – and all I was thinking about was the fact that I wanted nothing more than to crawl up on your bed and touch you, kiss you, stroke you, and be the one to make you feel what you were feeling.”

Mommy took another deep breath. Finally, she looked up into my eyes. “I’m finished now, Jenny,” she said. “If you don’t want to talk to me about this anymore, it’s okay. And I promise, I’ll never let this happen again. I’ll never allow myself to think of you like that ever again.”

I didn’t know what to say, but I didn’t want Mommy to know that, so I decided to talk about a couple of other parts first. “Mommy? You said something about when I started to come. What does that mean?”

Mommy looked surprised. “Uhm, coming, you know? When you had an orgasm.”

I didn’t know that word, either. “Orgasm? What’s that?”

“Oh, Baby, I really have left you to fend for yourself here, haven’t I? An orgasm is… It’s… You know that feeling you get at the very end, when your whole body just goes stiff and tense, and it feels so very, very good? That feeling is called an orgasm. Or, some people call it ‘coming.’ There’s a few terms for it, actually.”

I kind of played with that word for a minute in my head, too… Orgasm… I decided I liked it, and it was nice to have a word now for something that felt so good.

I sat there for a minute, and then I looked at her again. She was smoking another cigarette, and taking a sip from her drink. “Mommy, does that mean you’re gay? I mean, cuz you like girls that way, too?”

“No, Baby. Actually, the correct term is “bisexual.” That means that I like men and women both that way.”

I was kinda scared to ask this next part, but I had to. “Mommy, they tell us at school all the time that adults who like kids that way are child molesters. Someone called them pedo… Pedo-something. And they said that they’re bad people who want to hurt kids. So, you thinking like that about me, does that mean you’re a child molester?”

“The word you’re looking for is pedophile, Baby. Honestly, I’ve never given it a thought before today. And it’s something that I have to do a lot more thinking about before I figure it out. But I can promise you this: I’m not a child molester. A child molester is someone who forces a kid to do something against their will. I could never do that. I’ve never even had sexual thoughts about kids before today. You’re the first. That’s what I’m so ashamed of. But one thing that I do know, Jenny, beyond any doubt. I love you with all my heart and all my soul. I would die for you, Baby, without a second thought. And I would never, ever do anything to hurt you in any way. I’ve tried to teach to you be honest all the time, and that’s why I decided that I needed to tell you what I felt today, and what I was thinking. I’ll always be honest with you, and I hope you know that you can do the same with me.”

I sat and thought for a minute. And I kept coming to the same idea. “Mommy, does mean that you like me? I mean, do you like me like me? Like, do you like me like you’d like a boyfriend or a girlfriend?” Even when I was saying it, it sounded stupid, but I couldn’t figure out how to ask her.

She laughed, and I smiled at her. I was glad she was little less nervous now. “Wow, Baby. That’s a lot of liking going on in that sentence.”

I felt myself blush.

“Aw, don’t be embarrassed, Sweetie. I’m just picking on you. I guess the most honest answer to that question is that I would like to like you like I would like a girlfriend.” She grinned. “Oh, God, now I’m doing it, too. But it would be completely wrong for so many reasons, Baby. You’re a little girl, and I could get in so much trouble if anyone thought that we were like girlfriends. And you’re my daughter, and parents just shouldn’t think about that kind of relationship with their children.”

“Mommy, I am not a child. I’m ten years old. And you said it yourself earlier: Sometimes you think I’m ten going on twenty. So please stop acting like I’m a little girl who can’t hear this, okay?”

I could see her trying not to laugh, but I didn’t get mad about it.

“I’m going to go take a shower and get my pajamas on and get ready for bed, okay? I’ll be down in a minute.”

The truth was I had a lot to think about, and I wanted to just kinda figure out how I felt about it all. Actually, I felt kinda good knowing that Mommy liked me that way, although I wasn’t sure why.

I stood up and went to give her a hug before I went upstairs. While I had my arms around her neck, I whispered in her ear. “I still love you, Mommy. Nothing you say could ever make me hate you.”

When I started up the stairs, I looked back at her, and she had tears on her face. I don’t know why, but I don’t think she was sad. I think she was happy.

I hurried through my shower, washed my hair, and brushed my teeth, even though I knew I’d probably have to brush them again. I was pretty sure I’d still be up for a while, and I’d want something to eat. I kept thinking about that last part Mommy had told me,, about how she’d like to like me like a girlfriend. For some reason, that made me feel kinda funny inside, and made my coochie get that warm, tingly feeling. I kept having little daydreams, like little pictures in my head, doing things that people do when they’re in love. I felt a shiver run through my body.

In a way I felt kinda weird. Lots of the kids at school made fun of people they called “dykes” or “fags.” I never did that, and I didn’t get it, either. I didn’t see what was wrong with liking someone who was the same sex you are. But now that it was me, I mean, now that another girl wanted to like me like that, even though it was Mommy, it felt kinda weird but really nice, all at the same time. I don’t know why, but I really liked the idea. I wondered if that meant that I was gay? And then I decided that it if did mean that, I didn’t care, cuz it was the nicest feeling I’d ever had.

I finished cleaning up the bathroom, and got my pajamas on. When I got downstairs, Mommy had changed into her pajamas, too, and she was sitting on the couch watching television. She still had her drink, but it was the same one, and she had put her cigarettes away. I figured that meant she had calmed down a little bit, and she wasn’t so nervous now.

I handed her my brush that I’d brought with me and grinned at her, and then sat down on the floor in front of her with my back against the couch. I told you my hair is really long, and it feels so nice to have someone else brush it for me, especially right after I wash it. I heard Mommy sigh, not a mad sigh, but kind of a happy little sigh, and then she scooped up all my hair with her hand and laid it in her lap, and started to brush it for me. It felt so nice to be sitting there, close to her, while she brushed my hair. When she got near the top, close to my head, I could feel her fingers touch my neck now and then, and it made me kind of shiver inside each time.

When she finished, I gathered up all my hair and pulled it forward over my shoulder so it was hanging down in front of me on one side, then I laid my head against her knee and just sat there with her. I felt her fingers kind of stroking the side of my head now and then. It was really nice. I felt so close to her right then, and I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to feel close to her like that all the time. I put my arms around her lower leg, and just sat there, hugging her leg lightly, with my head resting just above her knee. I closed my eyes.

“Mommy?” I heard myself say. “Just so you know, it’s okay. I mean, what you told me about what you were thinking and feeling today. I don’t mind it. I mean, I like that you thought that and felt that way about me. It makes me feel good. And it’s not like you’d ever do anything to hurt me, I know that. So don’t worry, okay?”

I heard her take a deep breath. She didn’t say anything for a minute. When she did, she sounded almost sad. “Oh, Baby. Where did you get so much wisdom at such a young age?”

I didn’t say anything. I just stayed there, enjoying being close to Mommy like this. I had all these thoughts and pictures kinda flashing through my head, and I started to get really curious.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, Baby?”

Her fingers were still kinda absently stroking my hair. A couple of times, they brushed the side of my neck, and for some reason, that sent this really nice, shivery kinda feeling through me.

“What’s it like?” I asked her.

“What’s what like, Baby?”

“What’s it like doing it with another girl? I mean, is it different than with a boy?”

Her fingers stopped moving for a minute, and then she started stroking my hair again. I felt her take a deep breath. “Uhm, well, yes, it is different. It’s… I don’t know, nicer, I think. Girls are gentler, and they’re softer than guys.” She kinda giggled. “And girls are prettier, too.”

I didn’t move, I just stayed right where I was, cuz I didn’t want her to stop touching my hair and my neck.

“But, how do you do it with a girl? I mean, I know how you do it with a guy. Well, I understand how to do it, anyway, even if it is pretty gross. But girls don’t have a wiener, so I mean, how can you do it?”

“Well, there’s lots of ways. Girls can touch each other the same way you touch yourself when you masturbate. They can use their mouths and tongues on each other. And they can use toys.”

I was shocked! Girls use their mouths? And I didn’t understand what she meant by using toys, either.

“Mommy, that’s disgusting! They use their mouths on each other? You mean, you put your mouth on a girl’s coochie?”

Mommy laughed quietly. “Yes, Baby, that’s exactly what they do. But believe me, it’s not in the least bit disgusting. It’s very nice, and it feels very, very good.”

She was still stroking the side of my head, touching my hair and my neck and giving me that shivery feeling. But now her hand was shaking a little bit, and I heard her sigh really deep. I got up off the floor, even though I didn’t want it to stop, and sat next to her on the couch. She was sitting at one end of the couch, and I turned so my back was to her, then I lay down with my head in her lap, the back of my neck resting on her thigh. I felt one hand come around the top of my head, and she started touching my hair again, stroking it lightly. I sighed.

“Mommy, what did you mean that girls use toys? What toys do you use?” I was mystified, trying to picture some way that you could use a Barbie to touch your coochie.

“Well, have you ever touched yourself with anything besides your hand, Baby?” I shook my head, still confused. “No? Well, you can use things to touch yourself, you know. You can lay on your tummy and have a pillow or a stuffed animal between your legs and rub up against it. Also, you can buy special toys that are made to help with having sex.”

I felt her take another one of those shaky breaths, and I noticed that her hand was still kinda shaking, too.

I just lay there, kinda trying to digest this. I was starting to feel kinda tingly between my legs, and I had a familiar flutter in my tummy. Mommy’s hand touching my hair felt so nice, and I closed my eyes, just enjoying her touch.

“Mommy, do you have any of those special toys?”

“Uhm, yes, Baby, I have a few of them.”

She sounded funny, so I opened my eyes and looked up. Mommy was blushing! She looked so pretty, but I thought it was kind of funny, too. I closed my eyes again so she wouldn’t see me staring.

“Will you show them to me, Mommy? Please?”

“Jenny, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I… I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Please, Mommy? I just want to see them. Please, please, please, please, please?” Now that I’d heard about this, I was so curious. I couldn’t imagine what a toy for having sex would even look like.

“Jennifer Leigh, no. That’s not a good place for me to go with you right now.” Mommy’s voice got very quiet. “Not until I sort all of this out in my head.”

When Mommy calls me “Jennifer Leigh,” I know to stop pushing her. So I didn’t say anything else, I just laid there for a minute. Then I reached up and touched her hand, the one that was stroking my hair. I heard her suck in a deep breath and I could feel that her hand was shaking.

It was still early, only about 9:00 o’clock, and since it was Friday, I could stay up as late as I wanted to. Mommy lets me stay up late on Friday, even until I fall asleep in the living room if I want. So I knew I could lay like this with her all night if I wanted to. And I wanted to.

There were so many things whirling around in my head. All the things that we had talked about were kinda making me feel dizzy inside. But I kept coming back to the idea that Mommy wanted to like me “that” way, like a girlfriend. I kept thinking about that, about having a girlfriend, then about what it would be like to have Mommy be my girlfriend. The idea made that tingly, warm fluttery feeling come back in my coochie and my belly. I could feel it, and I could also feel myself getting kinda damp between my legs. That usually only happened when I was playing with my coochie, never from just thinking about something. I pulled my legs up so my feet were close to my butt, and then I couldn’t help it, I kinda squirmed my butt down into the cushion. I wanted to touch myself, but I knew if I did, Mommy would make me go to my room to do it. I didn’t want to go to my room, I wanted to stay here with her.

The more I thought about the idea of being Mommy’s girlfriend, the more I liked it, and the more I could feel that tingle. I kept thinking about it, and finally, I looked up at Mommy. She was still stroking my hair, but she wasn’t looking at me. She was kinda looking off at nothing, like she was lost in her own thoughts.

My Mommy is so pretty. Her hair is kinda like mine – it’s red, too, but it’s more the orange kinda red than mine is. And it’s really long, too, but not as long as mine. Mine comes down to my butt, but hers only comes down to her waist. She was wearing her pajamas, but I could still see her boobies under her top. Her boobies aren’t really huge, but they’re really round, and I could see her nipples kinda poking through her pajamas. Her waist is really small, and her hips come out in really nice curves. And she has a bubble butt, although I couldn’t see that, cuz she was sitting on it. It had been like forever since I saw her with no clothes on, but all of a sudden, I wanted more than anything to see her naked. I don’t why, I just did, but I knew I shouldn’t ask her. I couldn’t figure out how to ask her, really.

Compared to Mommy, I look like a boy, even though I have really, really long hair. I don’t have any boobies, and my hips just go straight down from my waist to my legs. I guess my butt is okay, but it’s kinda small. It’s not nice and round like Mommy’s is. All of a sudden I felt embarrassed again that Mommy had been watching me, cuz I know I don’t have a pretty body. How could she want to like me like a girlfriend when I’m built like a boy?

I rolled over on my side, so I was facing Mommy’s stomach, and kinda curled up. All of a sudden I realized that my face was just a few inches away from her coochie. I froze for a minute, afraid she was gonna make me move or something. But she didn’t, she just kept stroking my hair, so I relaxed. Even though I couldn’t see anything cuz she had her pajamas on, I laid there staring at her coochie, and that tingle in my tummy kept getting stronger. I kinda sighed, and when I did, I caught a smell. Not a bad smell, it was nice, but I wasn’t sure what it was. It was almost like an animal smell, but nice. It took me a minute to figure out that it was coming from Mommy, and then I figured out that it was coming from between her legs.

Oh my God! It was her coochie I could smell! It smelled kinda like mine, but it was stronger. I’ve smelled my own on my fingers after I play with myself, but it was always just a faint smell. This was strong, and it made me feel kinda dizzy when I took a deep breath. I liked it – I felt a sharp little feeling stab through my coochie and into my belly, and I shivered all over one time. I tried to make myself relax, cuz I didn’t want Mommy to make me move. I wanted to lay here and breathe in the way she smelled all night long.

The more I thought about it, the more I knew I had to try and convince Mommy to let me be her girlfriend. I mean, she loves me, right? And I love her. And I already knew that you should make love the most important thing when you have sex with someone. I knew Mommy was never gonna leave me, and I knew I wasn’t gonna leave her, either. I knew we’d be together always. Besides, she had told me earlier that I’m the one who gets to choose who I share my body with. And I wanted to share it with Mommy.

Then I had a moment of doubt. “Lesbian” is a dirty word at school. I wondered if wanting to share my body with Mommy made me a lesbian.

“Mommy? If I want to share my body with another girl, does that make me a lesbian?”

“Well, that depends, Baby. If you only ever want to have sex with other girls, then yes, I guess that would make you a lesbian. If you decide you want sex with boys or girls, then that would make you bisexual, like me. But you know what? It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter who you choose to share yourself with. If it turns out that you’re a lesbian, you’re also still Jenny. Being a lesbian would only be a small part of who you are as a person.”

Satisfied, I snuggled down and relaxed, and kinda snuck my face a little closer to her coochie, so I could keep breathing in the way she smelled.

I kept thinking about the idea of Mommy being my girlfriend, and me being hers. The more I thought about it, the warmer I felt inside, and the more I felt that tingle in my coochie. My tummy was doing little flip-flops. Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore, I had to talk to her about it. I sat up and turned around, and sat next to her, right up against her side, and I pulled her arm around me. Her hand was hanging down in front of me now, and I took it in both my hands and held it while I snuggled up against her side. She was so soft and warm, and I didn’t ever want to let her stop holding me.

“Mommy?”

I was scared, really scared, but I had to ask her. I had to talk to her about it or I was gonna go crazy.

“Do you remember earlier when we were talking, and you said that what was bothering you was that you think you want to like me like your girlfriend?”

She sighed. “Yes, Baby, I remember.”

“Well, why can’t we be like that? I mean, what’s so wrong if we want to be each other’s girlfriends? We love each other, right? So what’s so wrong about us being girlfriends that way?”

“Well, we are girlfriends, Baby. We’re the best friends in the world.”

I pretended to get mad. “Mommy! I asked you not to treat me like a child! You know what I mean. Why can’t we be like real girlfriends? Like, kiss each other, and hold hands and just be together, and have… I mean, make love? What’s so wrong about that?”

She pulled her hand out from mine, and held it against the side of my head, stroking my hair again. I shivered, it felt so nice when she touched me like that. “Baby…”

I heard the clink of the ice in her glass when she took another sip of her drink, and I heard her digging into her purse for her cigarettes again. Three cigarettes in one night was a lot for Mommy to smoke. But I still didn’t say anything about it. I felt her take a deep breath as she slid her arm around me again, and held me up close to her side. I could feel her booby against the top of my arm. It felt so nice, soft and warm, and I started wanting to touch it with my hands. I didn’t though. I just sat there waiting for her to start talking again.

“Jenny, it would be wrong because I’m your mother, and you’re my daughter. If we had that kind of relationship, it would be what’s called “incest,” and it’s a crime. It’s even more of a crime because you’re only ten years old, and I’m not trying to treat you like a child. That’s just the law. The law says that you aren’t old enough to make the decision to have sex with a grown up yet. If anyone were to ever find out, Mommy could go to prison for a very long time. And I don’t think I could stand to be away from you for that long, Baby.”

I thought about this for a minute. “Okay, but if it wasn’t against the law, would you want to? I mean, do you like me the way you’d like a girlfriend, but you can’t do anything cuz it’s against the law?”

Mommy sighed again. “Baby… If it was legal, I can’t think of any girl in the world that I’d rather have for my girlfriend. You are such a beautiful, sexy little girl. And if I could, I would be proud to call you my girlfriend.”

I felt another shiver run through my body. Mommy does like me that way!! She’d like me to be her girlfriend, and she’d like to be mine! My whole body felt warm, and I knew I was probably blushing, but I didn’t care. It wasn’t cuz I was embarrassed, it was cuz I felt so happy.

I was still holding her hand in both of mine, in front of my chest, and she leaned down and kissed the top of my head three times.

“I think the law is just stupid, Mommy,” I said. “You said it yourself. I’m the one who gets to choose who I share my body with. And it’s not like you’re trying to make me do something I don’t want to do. I want to do it. I want to share my body with you, not anyone else. It’s just stupid, and it’s not fair.” I was pouting, and I knew it, but I didn’t care.

Mommy sighed, and moved her hand up to stroke my hair again, pulling my head against her booby. “I guess maybe it is stupid, Baby. But it’s still the law.”

She didn’t say anything for a minute, and I could feel her breathing lifting my head slowly up and down. “I love you so very much, Baby. Just always remember that, okay?”

Neither one of us said anything for a few minutes. It was driving me crazy cuz it just wasn’t fair! Finally, I moved again. I got up on my knees, and I moved so that I could put my forehead against hers. We do that sometimes. We put our foreheads together, and then the tips of our noses just barely touch, and we stare at each other’s eyes until one of us starts to giggle. I’m usually the one who giggles first. This time, though, I just stared into her eyes for a minute, and then I kissed her.

It wasn’t like a little pecking kinda kiss, either. I tried to make it a romantic kiss, but I don’t think I was doing very good, cuz, well, I’ve never kissed anyone that way before. I just pressed my lips to hers, really softly, and then I closed my eyes. I felt her take a really fast, deep breath, and I felt her body go tense for a minute, and then she kinda relaxed. I took that to mean it was okay, so I brought my hand up and touched the side of her face, like I’ve seen people do in movies.

I got a surprise when I felt the tip of her tongue touch my lips. I’d forgotten that people kiss with their mouths open sometimes. I always thought that was kinda gross, but now, feeling Mommy’s tongue on my lips, I was surprised at how nice it was. I sighed, and I felt myself shiver.

Suddenly, Mommy pulled away from me. I could see she was breathing fast, and her mouth was open. She looked at me for a second, and then she stroked the side of my face. “Baby, we can’t. I know you want to, and God knows I want it, too. But we can’t. We can’t take the risk, Baby.”

I sat back so my butt was on my heels. “Mommy, I am not stupid. I would never tell anyone, not even Mindy. No one would ever know. When we go places, no one would think it’s weird cuz you’re holding my hand. You’re my Mommy, why would they think anything? And when we’re home, then we can act the way we want to.” I knew I sounded whiny, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted this so much.

“Baby…”

I cut her off. “Mommy, I love you, don’t you see? I want to be your girlfriend, and I want you to be my girlfriend. When we go to the movies, I want it to be a date. We can hold hands there, and only we hafta know what it really means. I want us to be able to come home after a date like that and go upstairs and have… Go upstairs and make love with each other. I want us to sleep in the same bed. Please, Mommy. Won’t you please be my girlfriend?”

She sat and stared at me for a long, long time. I could see that she was thinking really hard, trying to decide what she should do. Finally she opened her mouth, and spoke really softly. “Baby, are you sure about this? Are you sure you know what you’re asking me for?”

“Yes.” I nodded. “I know what I’m asking for, Mommy. I think I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I want us…” It felt weird, but it felt so right, too, to say it. “I want us to be lovers, Mommy.”

She stared at me for another few seconds, and then all of a sudden, she was kissing me on the mouth, gently, with her lips open a little bit. I could feel her tongue again, and this time I opened my mouth, cuz I figured that’s what I was supposed to do. Right away, I felt Mommy’s tongue slip into my mouth, exploring and licking my teeth, touching my tongue. I pushed my own tongue forward, into her mouth, and I felt her close her lips around it, sucking on it. I drew a sharp breath in through my nose when I felt a shock stab through my coochie and into my tummy, then even further. My whole body was tingling now.

Mommy broke the kiss. We were both breathing really hard now, and she stared into my eyes for a minute, and then she smiled kinda nervously. “Well, then,” she said, “let’s do this properly, shall we?”

Mommy got up from the couch, and moved in front of me, then knelt down so she was right in front of my knees. She took both of my hands, and held them between her hands while she stared straight into my eyes. “Jennifer Leigh Barnes, you know how very much I love you. You know how happy you make me, and how very exciting I think you are. So… Jenny, will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

My breath was coming so fast. It was for real!! I threw my arms around Mommy’s neck and hugged her so tight I thought I might break her, but she just wrapped her arms around me and held me. I buried my face against her neck. “Oh, yes, Mommy. Of course I will. I love you so much!”

Mommy kinda backed up a little and looked in my eyes again. “Tomorrow, we’ll go and get ourselves matching rings, so it’ll be really official, okay? Would you like that?”

I gasped. “You mean like wedding rings?”

“Mmm, sort of, Baby. Not actually wedding rings, but it’s the same idea, yes. Even though no one else will know what they mean, you and I will know. They’ll be a sign that we love each other and belong to each other.”

She put her hands on each side of my face then, and she got a very serious look. She stood up, and pulled me to my feet, then she reached down and scooped me up so she was carrying me with one arm under my thighs, the other around my waist. I wrapped my arms around her neck, and snuggled into her shoulder as she started to carry me upstairs. Suddenly, it sank in – she was taking me to her bed. Mommy – my girlfriend – was going to take me to bed and make love with me. I shivered, and I felt myself get really damp between my legs.

I was happy and warm and all tingly and scared and nervous, all at the same time. I didn’t know what to expect, what was gonna happen, but I knew I wanted it. I just let her carry me upstairs with my head on her shoulder, and a couple of times, I kissed the side of her neck. She squeezed me tighter when I did that, and made a little gasping sound. I could feel her heartbeat, pounding fast against my chest.

We went into Mommy’s room, and she turned the lights on, then used the dimmer switch to turn them down low, so the room was kinda dim, but still light enough to see everything. She sat down on the edge of her bed, and settled me into her lap, and then she lifted my head from her shoulder and stared into my eyes for a minute. “Baby, are you absolutely sure this is what you want?”

Her hand came up, and she stroked the side of my face. “You’re really, really sure you want this?”

I couldn’t talk. It was like my breath was stuck in my throat, and I couldn’t get any words out. So I just looked at her for a minute, and then I nodded. Then I leaned close to her, and I kissed her again, but this time, I kept my eyes open. She kept hers open, too, then I opened my mouth up and slid my tongue into her mouth as far as I could reach. It slid over and across hers, and her mouth tasted so nice, kinda like a mixture of tobacco, whiskey, and her warm breath. I put my arms around her neck and pulled her closer, cuz I didn’t want to stop, I didn’t want the kiss to ever end. I think it was right then that I knew I was in love with Mommy. That she was my girlfriend, for real, and I was in love with her.

Finally she broke away from me. We were both still staring at each other, and we were both breathing really hard, like we’d been running for a long time. I must have looked nervous or something, cuz she started to talk to me again.

“Baby, if anything that happens makes you feel uncomfortable, if you want me to stop at any time, you just tell me, okay? This might be kind of overwhelming for you, because it’s your first time. So, if you want me to stop, you just tell me, and I’ll stop. This isn’t just about sex. It’s about loving you, and showing you that I love you, and making you feel as loved and as good as I can make you feel, okay?”

She looked so worried about me, so scared that she might make me uncomfortable, I just couldn’t help it. I had to try to make her relax. I remembered a line from a song that she really likes. “Mommy,” I whispered, grinning, “shut up and kiss me.”

This big smile broke across her face, and she grabbed me under my arms and threw me across her bed. Then she jumped up and put her knees on each side of me and started to tickle my ribs. “Little imp! You want to be that way with me, do you? Tell me to shut up, will you?”

She kept tickling me for another minute, then she stopped, and leaned down, her face close to mine. I watched her eyes close slowly as she whispered, “I love you, my little girlfriend,” and then she was kissing me again, and my whole body got all hot and tingly. I squirmed my hips down against the bed. My coochie felt like there were weird electric shocks going through it, and I could feel my pajamas getting wet there.

When she lifted her face again, I looked up at her. She looked so beautiful. Her face was kinda flushed, like she was blushing, but I knew it wasn’t a blush. Her body was feeling the same way mine was. “Mommy, show me how. Show me how to make love.”

Mommy helped me move so we were both kneeling in front of each other. She reached up and fiddled with my hair for a minute, first one side, then the other, then she ran her fingers through my hair. I felt her fingertips brush my cheeks, and then she leaned close to me again and kissed me, softly this time. She had her hands on my cheeks, lightly, and I shivered. I felt that warm tingle all over again, and I also felt a rush of love for Mommy. For my girlfriend.

I closed my eyes and felt her start to kiss my face. Her lips touched my cheeks, the tip of my nose, my eyelids, my eyebrows… She was kissing me all over my face, and I was shivering each time I felt her lips touch a new place. I felt her lips touch my ear, and then the tip of her tongue, and I sucked in a deep breath cuz it sent a shock straight through my body. She had one hand on the back of my neck, and the other around my waist and pressed flat against my back. I felt her lips brush the side of my neck, and when she closed them over my skin and sucked gently, my hands flew to the back of her head, pulling her tight to my neck. My head fell back and I shivered again, and I moaned softly. I couldn’t help it, it felt so nice.

I felt her lips bush softly over my skin, moving lower on my neck, to my shoulder. Her hands moved again, and I felt her start to unbutton my pajama top. When all the buttons were unfastened, her hands slid up my front until her fingertips were brushing lightly over my nipples. I felt myself blush – I don’t have any boobies, and I got embarrassed about that – but at the same time, Mommy’s fingers rubbing and pinching my nipples felt so good. I felt little jolts rush through my body as she played with them, and I moaned again, sucking air into my lungs hard and fast when she pinched a little harder.

I leaned back, and Mommy put one hand on my back again, helping to hold me up. My pajama top opened up more, and she bent her head and brought her mouth to one of my nipples. I felt her tongue on it, flicking it really fast, and I tangled my fingers in her hair and pulled her tight to my chest. It felt so good! She moved her head and did the same thing to my other nipple. I felt them getting hard and sensitive; each time she touched them or sucked them, or did anything to one of them my body trembled a little. I wasn’t sure what was happening to me, but I liked it. I could feel my pajama bottoms getting wet between my legs – my coochie was getting wetter than it had ever been when I touched myself, and Mommy hadn’t even touched me there.

Mommy took a deep breath, and lifted her head. She looked into my eyes for a second, and then she straightened up. Never taking her eyes off mine, she started to unbutton her pajama top. When all the buttons were undone, she reached out and slid my top back and down off my shoulders. I let it fall on the bed, and then Mommy reached up and slid hers off, too. I stared at her boobies – I couldn’t help it, they were so beautiful. Her nipples were bigger than mine, and a little darker, and I could see them standing up straight. I started to reach out to touch them with both hands, and then stopped. I didn’t know if I was supposed to or not. I didn’t say anything, I just looked at Mommy for a second, asking her with my eyes if I could touch them. She smiled at me, and nodded her head.

“Oh, yes, Baby,” she said, “please touch them. I want you to.”

“They’re so pretty, Mommy,” I sighed. “I wish I had boobies like yours.”

“Yours will grow, Baby,” she said, “and besides, you don’t need them to be beautiful. I think you’re perfect just the way you are right now.” Mommy reached out and started to touch my nipples again, making me shiver all over.

I ran my hands over Mommy’s boobies, kinda petting them with my fingers, and then I tried to copy what she was doing to my nipples. I rubbed my thumbs over her nipples, watching how they got even harder, then I pinched them lightly. I heard her moan softly.

“Oh, my pretty Baby,” she said, “that feels so nice.”

She leaned close to me again and kissed me, really lightly. I felt her hands slide up to my shoulders, and she then she was gently pushing me backwards, still kissing me lightly, until I was lying on my back and she was on her hands and knees above me. My whole body felt all warm and tingly, and when she pulled away and looked in my eyes, I saw so much love there. It was almost like she was reading my mind.

“I love you so very much, Baby,” she whispered. “I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you, you know.”

I smiled at Mommy as she raised herself up so she was kneeling with her knees on each side of my thighs. I watched her move back down towards my feet, and then very slowly, her hands went to the waistband of my pajama bottoms and she began to slide them down my legs. She helped me to move so that she could take them off, and she dropped them over the edge of the bed to the floor. I guess I blushed, cuz I got that hot feeling in my face, and Mommy smiled at me. “Oh, Baby, do you have any idea how very beautiful you are?”

I saw her eyes moving over my body, and a little smile on her face. “I could just sit and stare at you for hours,” she breathed.

I felt Mommy’s hands start to slide up and down my legs, very lightly. I could feel goose bumps as her fingers almost tickled my skin, and I couldn’t stop shivering. I watched her for a minute, and then I just closed my eyes and let myself feel what she was doing to me. It felt so amazing! When her hands slid up my sides and over my tummy, and then to my nipples again, I started to breathe faster, like I’d been walking really fast or something. I felt her shift on the bed, and then I felt her hair brush my skin as she leaned down to kiss me again.

I kept my eyes closed, but when I felt her tongue touch my lips, I opened my mouth and let her slide it in, touching and licking at my tongue. I didn’t even know my hands had moved until I felt myself pulling her harder against my mouth, and my lips and tongue started to move all by themselves, kissing her back. She was still kneeling over me, one knee on each side of my hips. She was holding herself up with one hand while her other hand played with my nipples. Every time she pinched one of them, a little jolt shot straight down to my coochie, and my hips started to jump up and down a little. She hadn’t even touched me there yet, and already she was making it feel better than I had ever done by myself.

I felt Mommy shift her weight again, and all of a sudden she wasn’t kissing my lips anymore. Her lips and tongue were moving over my neck and my chest, and then she closed her mouth on my left nipple. I felt her tongue on it, and then her teeth as she gently bit it. Her hand was still pinching my right nipple, and I moaned loudly when I felt that shooting kind of shock in my coochie. I could feel that I was all wet down there. My hands moved on their own, and I tangled my fingers in her hair, pulling her against my chest. I didn’t want her to ever stop, it felt so good!

She changed sides, and moved her mouth to my other nipple, doing the same thing to it that she’d done to my left one. Her hand, though, slid down along my belly. I felt her move again, so that she was kneeling on one side of me, and then her hand slid over my hip and down my thigh. When she slid it back up, her fingertips brushed over my coochie, and my hips bounced right up off the bed. I opened my legs a little bit, and I felt her sliding her fingers up and down over it, making my whole private area all wet with the stuff that was leaking out of my coochie. That’s when it just hit me.

My whole body went stiff. I pulled my feet towards my butt and went all stiff and shaking. My shoulders and my feet were the only parts of me still on the bed, the rest was lifted up, trying to press against Mommy’s mouth and hand. My mouth was hanging open, and I moaned really loud and long, and I couldn’t catch my breath at all. This hot, tingly wave just shot out from my coochie and filled me up, and right between my legs it felt so good that I could never explain it. When it finally stopped, and I collapsed back down on the bed panting, Mommy lifted her head away from my nipple. Her hand came up and touched my cheek, and I opened my eyes to look at her.

“Oh, my pretty Baby,” she whispered, “You came really fast!”

I was still out of breath, but I looked at her and said, “Came? What does that mean?”

She leaned down and brushed her lips against mine. “It means that you had an orgasm, Baby. That’s what that really strong, nice feeling is. Remember, I told you that earlier? It’s an orgasm. But, people also call it “coming,” so after you’ve had an orgasm, you can say you came.”

“I’ve never felt that good, Mommy. I mean, when I do it myself, it feels really nice, but it’s never been like that before!”

Mommy smiled. “It’s always better when someone helps you come, Baby. Playing with yourself is nice, but it’s nothing like having someone make love to you.” She smiled again. “Now just relax. Mommy’s not done yet. I have more to show you, Baby.”

“More?” I thought. How could there possibly be more?

Mommy moved again, so that she was kneeling between my legs. I was sorta embarrassed cuz she could see my coochie all spread open, but she just smiled as her hands lightly stroked my skin. She touched my nipples again, which were really sensitive now, and made me gasp. As she looked at me, I heard her whisper.

“Oh, Baby Girl, you have such a beautiful little pussy.”

I blushed. I’d heard other girls at school use that word, and others, too, but I was embarrassed hearing my Mommy say it. She saw me blush, and smiled again. “Baby, when you and I are alone, you can use those naughty words. It’s much more exciting to use them than to use baby words, or the proper words.”

I felt her fingertips brush over my coo… over my pussy again. “This is your pussy, Baby. Or if you feel really naughty, you can call it your cunt.”

Her fingers slid up to my nipples again. “These you can call your titties or your tits. All those words that you shouldn’t use when you’re in public, you can use when we’re in a private place, okay?”

She moved again, and I felt her begin to kiss and lick me all over my chest and my tummy, down my sides, and over my hips. She kept moving down, kissing my legs, first one, then the other, up and down. My breathing was getting funny again, and I was getting tingly all over again, too. Then I got the biggest surprise I’ve ever had.

Mommy was lying down now, between my legs, and kissing and licking the insides of my thighs. As her fingertips slid over my… pussy… again, I felt her hands move until they were underneath my butt, lifting me up. Then she started to lightly kiss my pussy. I gasped – I hadn’t expected this, but it felt so nice! My hips kinda twitched up again, and my pussy bumped against Mommy’s mouth.

Then I sucked in a long deep breath as I felt her tongue lick me there, all the way up along my pussy. My hands shot down to her head and my fingers twisted in her hair. I pulled her tight to my pussy. This felt amazing!! I heard Mommy giggle, but she didn’t stop what she was doing to me.

I could feel her jaw open wider, and then she had my whole pussy in her mouth. Her tongue slid into the slit, and then upwards, until she hit… Something. I didn’t know what she touched, but whatever it was, it sent a shock through me, like I got hit with lightning or something. I cried out, and tightened my fingers in her hair, pulling her mouth against my pussy as tight as I could. My hips were sorta grinding around in circles, mashing my pussy against her mouth. I didn’t want this feeling to ever stop!

I moaned when I felt her tongue move again, cuz I didn’t want her to take it from that spot. But she moved it down, and then I felt it get kinda stiff, and then I felt her start to poke it up inside me. She was making little slurping sounds, and sliding her tongue in and out of my pussy. Then she moved one hand up around my hip, and her fingers found that same spot again that she was licking before. As soon as she touched it, I almost screamed. My legs just kinda flew by themselves and wrapped around Mommy’s neck, holding her head there. My hips were bouncing up and down, really hard, I just couldn’t stop them. I thought there was nothing in the world that could ever be this good.

Then she did it. I felt her hand that was still under my butt move. Her fingertips kinda traced a line down my butt crack, and then her fingertip started to tickle at my butt hole. I was making all kinds of weird sounds now, I couldn’t stop them, and I was panting so hard I thought I might die from not getting enough air. When the tip of her finger slid just a tiny bit inside my butt, I felt something starting to build inside me, like the sound of a glass filling up with water, but really slow. I wasn’t even thinking anything, really, all I could do was just feel this. It kept getting stronger and stronger, and then I heard Mommy moaning quietly.

She took her mouth from my pussy just long enough to say, “Yes, my Baby, come for Mommy. Come in my mouth, Baby.”

She went right back to sliding her tongue in and out of me.

I felt it coming. I knew it was coming, but I wasn’t ready for just how good it was gonna be. When it washed over me, I was bouncing all over the bed, and pulling Mommy’s face into my pussy as hard as I could. This time, I did scream, and it was a long and loud scream, too. I’d never felt anything like this before. It just kept washing over me, wave after wave, and I felt my pussy tightening up as a gush of warm liquid poured out of me. Mommy moaned again, and started licking it all up, her tongue all over me down there, even licking my butt hole. Finally, it started to slow down, and I felt myself slowly relax on the bed. Mommy stayed between my legs, just lightly kissing me, petting me with her fingers for a few minutes.

Finally, I felt her move. She slid up the bed until she was next to me, and then she wrapped me up in her arms and held me close to her… Her tits. All of a sudden, I noticed that I was crying. Not sobbing or anything, just tears on my face. Nothing had ever felt so good in my life. No one had ever made me feel so special and so loved before. Mommy just held me close, kinda murmuring to me, until my tears stopped.

“I love you so much, Baby,” she whispered.

That made my tears start again. “Oh, Mommy, I love you too. I always knew you love me, but I never knew how much until just now.”

She shushed me again, and held me close, her hands stroking my back. I started to shiver a little, so she had us get under the covers. I snuggled up close to her, and she held me that way as I felt myself getting sleepy.

“You sleep, Baby Girl.” There was a smile in her voice. “There’s time to continue with your exploring later. We have all the time in the world, you and I.”

That’s the last thing I remember until I woke up the next morning, still in Mommy’s arms as she slept quietly next to me. I knew that today, I would want to learn how to make Mommy feel as good as she’d made me feel. I wanted her to feel my love for her the way she made me feel her love for me. And sure enough, later that day, she showed me what to do.

Continue on to Part Two

By Muffi

Okay, so I sorta left you hanging when I told you about how Mommy made love to me the first time. I told you that she ended up showing me how to make love to her, but I never actually told you about it. I guess that was kinda rude of me, so here goes.

When I woke up the next morning, I was still all wrapped up in Mommy’s arms. She was sound asleep, I could tell by the way she was breathing, so I just lay there all snuggled up close to her boobies. She was so warm and soft, and I thought I could just stay there like that forever. Well, almost like that. I did want her to make love to me again! I also wanted to learn how to make love to her, so I could make her feel the things that she’d made me feel the night before.

I was remembering what had happened last night, how Mommy had made me feel so good. My coo… No, my pussy started to tingle just thinking about it. Then I remembered how she’d gotten down on her knees and asked me to be her girlfriend. I couldn’t help it, I just got this huge grin on my face. I had a girlfriend! A real girlfriend, not just some silly BFF kinda girlfriend. Then I remembered what she’d said about going to get us matching rings today. I couldn’t wait! That would make it really official!

I slowly slid out of Mommy’s arms, and then got out of bed. I pulled the covers back up over her, but not before I took a long look at her boobies. They were so pretty! Then I went downstairs to find something to eat.

I didn’t notice until I got to the kitchen that I hadn’t put my pajamas back on. I was wandering around looking for something to make for both of us for breakfast when I realized I was still naked. I giggled, and thought maybe Mommy and I could spend lots of time naked together now. The idea of being able to look at her naked whenever I wanted to was nice, and it was even nicer to think I could touch her naked skin anytime I wanted. That made me feel all warm inside.

I finally settled on making us both a bagel for breakfast. We had some cinnamon and raisin bagels, and cream cheese, too. That sounded yummy to me, with some orange juice. I know how to make coffee, too, even though I don’t drink it very often. I knew that Mommy would want some, though, so the first thing I did was start a pot of coffee for her. Then I put some cream cheese in a little bowl, and got two plates and two knives, and a couple of napkins. I got out a tray, and put everything on it, then started the bagels toasting. We have a big toaster that holds four slices of bread or bagels or muffins, so I put two bagels in it and got them started.

When the bagels were done, and Mommy’s coffee was ready, I put everything on the tray and went slowly upstairs to Mommy’s – no, to our bedroom. I set the tray down on the nightstand, and then I sat on the edge of the bed. I leaned down and kissed Mommy’s forehead, then the tip of her nose, then her lips.

“Mommy…” I kinda sang it softly.

I saw her eyelids flutter a little, and then she got a tiny little smile. I leaned down and kissed her lips again. “I made bagels and coffee for you, Mommy,” I said quietly.

I felt her arms come around my neck as she hugged me. “Mmmm… That sounds lovely, Baby Girl. Did you sleep well?”

I nodded. “Yup. And I woke up feeling so good, too, Mommy.”

“Sex,” Mommy said, laughing, “is good for the body, the mind, and the soul.”

I grinned at her, then sat up and got her coffee and handed it to her. She sat up against the headboard and took a sip, then smiled when I gave her the bagel, and asked her if she wanted cream cheese on it.

“Wow,” she said. “Breakfast in bed? What did I do to deserve this treatment?”

I rolled my eyes at her. “Like you don’t know,” I said.

“Does that mean you liked what happened last night?” She was teasing me, and I knew it. I kinda liked it, actually.

“I don’t know yet,” I said. “I need some more practice before I can decide.”

She laughed, and almost choked on her coffee. “I think we can probably arrange for that to happen, Baby Girl,” she said.

I sat on the edge of the bed, munching on my bagel, and sipping my orange juice. I was quiet for a minute, just eating breakfast with Mommy, and then I remembered again, and I had to ask her. “So, are we gonna go get rings today, Mommy?” I asked her.

“Yes, we are,” she said, smiling.

I felt my heart kinda flutter. This was really for real! Mommy was my girlfriend, and she was gonna get us rings to prove it! I couldn’t wait to go with her to pick them out.

I stuck what was left of my bagel into my mouth, holding it with my teeth. I took my plate and Mommy’s, and put them on the tray with my orange juice. I grabbed the bagel out of my mouth and grinned at her. “I’ll go put these in the dishwasher, and then take a shower and get dressed. By the time we’re both ready, the mall will be open!”

Mommy looked at me for a minute, smiling. “We’re not going to the mall, Baby Girl,” she said softly.

My heart kinda sank a little. “We’re not?”

“No, we’re not,” she said, shaking her head. “We’re going to a real jewelry store, not to a mall shop.”

“COOOOL!”

I grinned at her, then stuck the bagel back in my mouth, grabbed the tray, and rushed out of the bedroom to the kitchen. As fast as I could, I rinsed off the dishes and stuck them in the dishwasher, chomped down the last of my bagel, and then I ran back upstairs into the bathroom. I swear to God, it was the fastest shower I ever took! When I was finished, I got out and wrapped my hair up in a towel, then wrapped another one around my body. I ran into my room, and started looking for something to wear. I decided to wear my skinny jeans and a short spaghetti-strap top, pink, of course.

While I was drying off, I heard the shower come on again, and I knew that Mommy was taking her shower. I giggled to myself, and wrapped myself back up in the towel. I went into the bathroom, being pretty quiet, and then dropped the towel from around my body. I unwrapped my hair, and started to brush it, deciding to leave it wet instead of using the dryer. I heard Mommy turn off the shower, and then I heard the door sliding open.

I saw Mommy in the mirror when she stepped out of the shower, reaching for a towel. I froze when I saw her. Her skin was dripping with water, and it was flushed red from the heat of the shower. Her boobies were beautiful, her nipples were standing up from them, dark red and crinkled around the edges. They swayed and bobbed with every move she made. They were so beautiful, I didn’t want to take my eyes off them. Her hair was streaming wet, sticking to her skin, strands of it across her boobies, between them, back over her shoulders and down her back.

I did take my eyes away from them, though. I let myself slide a long look down over her body. Her waist curved in gracefully from her chest, narrow and slender, her tummy flat and hard. She has an “innie” belly button like mine; it was a dark shadow in the center of her tummy. My eyes slid lower, over her full, beautiful hips, swelling out from her waist then tapering down into her thighs. Mommy has beautiful legs, and I let myself stare at them for a minute, before my eyes snapped back to what I really wanted to look at.

The dark, neat triangle of bright red hair that covered her pussy pulled my eyes like a magnet, making me stare at her there. Her hair was wet, drops of water kinda shining on the ends of it. The water made it darker than it usually would be, but it was still that pretty, orange-red color. I thought it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life. I let my eyes finally move back up her body, paying attention now to little things.

I’d never really noticed that Mommy’s body is almost completely covered with light tan freckles. They looked so cute! She has them on her face too, but not nearly as many as she has on the rest of her body. There was a small, dark colored mole just below her left boobie, like someone had touched her with a marker. I noticed for the first time that Mommy’s boobies kind of sagged down just a little. I was so used to seeing her in a bra, or with her pajamas on, I’d never noticed that before. Of course, I’d never looked at her quite this way before, either.

Mommy saw me staring at her, and she just stood there, letting me look at her for as long as I wanted to. I felt… A rush of something. Love? I guess that musta been what it was. I felt sorta breathless, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was smiling at me, shyly.

“Do I look okay, Baby?” she asked me.

When I could answer, it came out as a kind of breathy sighing sound. “Oh, Mommy… You’re so beautiful…”

She looked at me for a moment, and I saw a blush creep into her cheeks as she looked at me, slowly letting her eyes move down, then back up along my body. “So are you, Baby Girl,” she said. “You’re the most beautiful thing I think I’ve ever seen.”

We stood there like that, just staring at each other, for what felt like hours. I know it couldn’t have been that long, but that’s what it felt like. She wrapped herself up in a towel, and moved towards me, not touching me, just coming closer. She gave a shaky kinda laugh. “If we don’t get going, Baby Girl,” she said, “I’m going to have a very hard time resisting you. And if that happens, we won’t make it out of bed for the rest of the weekend.”

I felt a shiver run through me, and a warm, tingly fluttering in my tummy when she said that. As much as that idea excited me, I also wanted us to get those rings. Then everything would be really official, and Mommy would be my for real girlfriend. I made myself go back to brushing my hair. Then I giggled, and gave her a sly look in the mirror. “There’s plenty of time for that later, Mommy,” I said. “And…” I let the word drag out.

“And?”

In the mirror, I gave her what I hoped was a sexy look. “And… later, you hafta show me how to make you come,” I said, hoping I sounded seductive.

I saw her shiver once, and then again once more. She took a deep breath, staring into my eyes in the mirror. Her face flushed, turning a deep red. “I should be utterly ashamed of myself for what we’re doing. But the truth is, I’m not. How you’ve managed to do this to me in a single night, I’ll never know. But I’m awfully happy that you have.”

“Mommy,” I said, “please stop talking like you hafta be ashamed of yourself. You love me, and I love you. And now, we’re girlfriends. So just stop that, and love me like I want you to love me, okay?”

She smiled and nodded. “I will, Baby, I promise.”

She stared at me for another minute or two, and then it was her turn to tease me. “Oh, and Baby? Just so you know. I can’t wait to teach you how to make me come. I want to look straight into your eyes while you’re doing it, too.”

I shivered again, thinking about what was going to happen later on. I couldn’t wait…

*****

A little while later, I was finally dressed and ready to go. Mommy was almost ready too, and I was getting kinda fidgety. I’d decided not to wear my skinny jeans after all, and I had on a pair of cut off denim shorts that were old and faded. They were actually a little too small for me, but they made my butt look really nice. My top didn’t quite reach my belly button, it was dark pink with thin little spaghetti straps and a thin band of lace around the top. I was wearing pink sneakers that matched my top, and ankle high white socks. I thought I looked pretty good.

I had put on a little makeup, too. Not much, cuz I didn’t want to look like a slut; just a little mascara and eye shadow, and some blush and lip gloss. I’d put on some cologne, too, so I’d smell nice and girly for Mommy. She liked my hair up in those Sailor Moon ponytails, too, so I’d done my hair that way. It was funny, really, but a nice funny. Everything I’d done while I got ready was for Mommy. Not for me, not to impress the kids at school, but just so I’d look pretty and sexy for Mommy. I liked how that felt.

Mommy came downstairs finally, dressed and ready to go. She was wearing jeans and a white tank top, and black leather boots with big, clunky heels. She looked awesome! I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra; I could see her nipples under the material of her tank top. She’d braided her hair, and it was pulled forward so the braid hung down over her shoulder and down her chest like a long, orange flame. Her jeans were skin tight, and I could see the outline of her pussy, her jeans molding to the shape of it. My girlfriend, I thought. She was so beautiful.

“Are you ready to go, Baby Girl?” she asked me.

I grinned happily. “Yup! I can’t wait, either. Let’s go!”

I started to open the front door when Mommy stopped me. She stood in front of me with her hands on my hips, staring into my eyes for a minute.

“When we walk out that door,” she said, “we have to be just Jenny and her Mommy, out for a special shopping trip. So before we go, I want a kiss from my girlfriend.”

Mommy leaned down and brought her mouth to mine, kissing me gently. I felt her lift one hand, moving it to cup the back of my head as her lips parted a little, the tip of her tongue tracing a light line across my bottom lip. As I opened my mouth, letting her tongue slip inside, her other hand slid to the small of my back, pulling me close to her as she kissed me deeply, her tongue moving lazily in my mouth. I slid my arms around her and kissed her back, pulling her against me. Our tongues did a kind of slow dance with each other.

She broke the kiss suddenly, taking a deep, deep breath, then letting it out. She held my head close to her boobies, and I could hear and feel her heart beating, hard and strong. As her hands caressed my back, I felt her whole body shiver.

“God, Baby Girl! You are so very beautiful. And I love you so very, very much…”

I sighed. “I love you, too, Mommy. And I think I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the whole world!”

She laughed. “Nope. I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world!”

I opened my mouth to argue with her, then I thought better of it. “How about we just agree that we both have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world?” I said.

She laughed at that. “Okay, that works for me, Baby,” she said.

We went out and got in the car, and headed for the jewelry store. I was so excited I couldn’t sit still in the car. When we finally got there, I almost jumped out of the car. After Mommy put some money in the parking meter, I grabbed her hand and started to pull her towards the store.

“Calm down, Baby Girl,” she said. “Remember, you can be excited, but not too excited.”

“I know, Mommy.” I made myself calm down.

We walked hand in hand into the jewelry store. Mommy smiled at the woman behind the counter.

“May I help you?” she asked Mommy.

“I hope so,” said Mommy. “My daughter and I have reached the conclusion that we are “best friends forever.” We’d like to look at some rings, please. We want to get matching friendship rings.”

“Oh, that’s so lovely!” the woman exclaimed. “We have a nice selection of friendship rings right over here.”

She led us to a display case near the back of the store. Mommy took one look at the rings in it and shook her head.

“No,” she said, “I want to get us something very special. I’d like them to be patterned, but not all the way around. My daughter’s ring will need to be resized periodically as she grows. I hope you’ll pardon me, but these are too “little-girly” for what we’d like.”

The woman smiled brightly again. I think she was hoping for an expensive sale. “Of course!” she exclaimed. “Do you have anything particular in mind?”

“I’m thinking something in red gold,” Mommy said. “Red gold for two redheads.” I’d never heard of red gold, but I liked the way she put it when she told the woman what she wanted.

The woman led us to another display case filled with beautiful rings. She took out a tray with rings in it, and Mommy and I both leaned over the counter, looking at them. It only took a few seconds for me to see the ones I liked.

“Mommy, look!” I said. I pointed to a group of wide rings that had hearts and roses carved into them across the top and partway down the sides. The bottoms of them we smooth and shiny. They were beautiful.

“Do you like those, Jenny?” Mommy asked me.

I nodded, hard. “Yes, I do,” I said excitedly.

Mommy took out one of the rings and looked closely at it. “I like them, too,” she said.

She looked closely at the inside of the ring she was holding. “Perfect,” she said. “Twenty-two karat gold.”

The woman behind the counter smiled broadly. “Well, that was easy,” she said. “Let’s get your sizes, and if we need to, we’ll resize one for your daughter.”

She got out a big hoop thing with lots of little rings on it. She got Mommy’s ring size first, then she got mine. They didn’t have one in my size, but she told Mommy that they could have it resized for me in about an hour. Mommy smiled at her.

“That’s fine,” she said. “We can go and have lunch somewhere, and come back for them after we eat. Oh, and one more thing. Could you please have my initials engraved inside of my daughter’s ring, and her initials engraved inside of mine?”

The sales lady smiled again. “Oh, that’s so very sweet!” she exclaimed. “Of course we can do that. Just write down the initials for me.”

We went to the cash register, and Mommy gave the lady her credit card. While she rang everything up on the cash register, Mommy wrote down our initials on a piece of paper, then gave it to the sales lady. The woman smiled at us again. “They’ll be ready for you in an hour or less,” she said brightly.

Mommy smiled back at her. “That will be perfect,” she said. “We’ll be back after lunch.”

We left the jewelry store and went to get lunch. I was so excited, I don’t even remember what I ate. It felt like forever, waiting to go back and get our rings. I couldn’t remember ever being so excited about anything ever in my life.

Finally, it was time to go back. I was kinda bouncing around next to Mommy as we walked back to the jewelry store, chattering away like a little kid. Mommy just kept smiling at me, but I could tell that this meant just as much to her as it did to me.

When we went into the store, the sales lady who had sold us the rings was gone. There was a man behind the counter. Mommy told him what we were there for, and he smiled, reaching under the counter and taking out two ring boxes and a slip of yellow paper. He opened the boxes and put them on the counter in front of us. Mommy took the smaller one out first and looked inside of it. She smiled, and then handed it to me. “Try it on, Baby,” she said, “and see if it fits.”

I slipped the ring on my left ring finger. It fit perfectly! I didn’t want to take it off, but somehow, I knew that Mommy wanted me to wait a little while to wear it. I took it off and handed it back to her, grinning. She took her ring out of the box and looked inside it. smiling when she saw my initials inside of it. She put it back in the box, closed both of them, and picked them, putting them in her purse. She smiled warmly at the man behind the counter.

“Thank you so very much,” she said. “You do wonderful work here.”

He smiled brightly at her. “Thank you,” he said. “We try to make sure our customers are always satisfied. Please, come again.”

We left the store together, and when we got outside, Mommy took my hand in hers and started to giggle.

“What?” I asked.

“Just my dirty little mind, Baby Girl,” she said. “I don’t think that poor man realized that I’m going to be very satisfied later on today, and that I am going to come again. And again, and again, and again.”

I started giggling with her. “Promise, Mommy?”

“Oh, Baby Girl,” she said, suddenly serious. “Just holding your hand right now has me so close to coming that I almost can’t stand it.”

I let go of her hand and wrapped both of my arms around one of her arms. “I can’t wait to make you come, Mommy,” I said quietly. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel last night.”

“I’m pretty sure that you won’t have any trouble doing that, Baby,” she said.

On the way home, we stopped at the grocery store. Mommy wanted to buy some things for dinner that night; she said that she wanted to make a very special, very romantic dinner for the two of us. She knows how much I love steak, even though we don’t eat it very much, cuz Mommy says that too much red meat isn’t good for you. Today though, she made an exception and got us two really big, thick steaks. She also bought a bottle of wine. I looked at her questioningly when she got that.

“Yes, for both of us,” she said. “But, not a lot for you. You’ve never had it before, and I don’t want you to get drunk and pass out on me!”

Finally, we had everything done, and we were on our way home. I reached across and put my hand on Mommy’s leg, and she reached down and took it in hers. I pulled it away, though, and put it back on her thigh. I remembered how nice it had felt when Mommy was touching and stroking my legs last night, so I started moving my hand up and down on her thigh, with my fingertips on the inside of her leg.

She sighed and looked over at me. “You’re being a little tease, you know,” she said, pretending to be mad.

I leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Who says I’m teasing?”

“Evil little wench,” she said, grinning.

I grinned. I liked this! I had a kind of power now that I had never known about before. Maybe not power, really, but while I knew that we were both still the Mommy and the daughter, we were also lovers now. I let the words roll around in my head: Mommy and I are lovers… I liked how it sounded. Our relationship was very different now. Mostly, it was just that I felt like we were so much closer. I was in love with her, and I was almost dizzy with the feeling.

When we got home, Mommy said that we should get comfortable. She went around and made sure that all the doors were locked, and then she closed all the drapes and blinds. The house was dim now, but not dark. Mommy lit a bunch of candles in the living room, and put some music on, and then we went upstairs to get changed. This was all so very new to me. I’d never had anyone be romantic with me before, so I just kinda followed Mommy’s lead. I did ask her if we could just be naked now that we were home. She grinned and said she’d like that, but that we should keep our bathrobes with us downstairs, in case anyone came and knocked on the door.

We went downstairs together, naked, carrying our bathrobes. We went into the kitchen, leaving the robes in the living room, just in case. I started to set the table, but Mommy stopped me. She wanted to do everything herself. She said that this was something she wanted to do for me. She wanted to make a romantic candlelit dinner for us. She lit more candles, putting them on the table, and then she opened the bottle of wine. She poured a half glass for herself into a wineglass, and about a third of a glass for me.

I tasted the wine hesitantly. It tasted strange, but good. I liked the warm feeling it left on the way down. Mommy lifted her glass, and clinked it against mine.

“To us,” she said softly, and then took a sip of wine. I took another sip, too, and smiled at her.

I watched her as she set the table with plates and silverware and water glasses, and even cloth napkins. That surprised me, cuz we hardly ever use those. Only when we have company for dinner.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she worked. She was so pretty! Her skin kinda glowed in the candlelight, and every move she made was graceful and pretty, like a ballet dancer. The candles made her freckles stand out more, too. I thought her freckles were so pretty! I felt that rush of love for her again, and something more, too. That special fluttering started up in my tummy, and I felt myself getting damp between my legs.

Mommy made everything that I really like for dinner. She made the steaks, of course, and she also made asparagus, which I just love, and roasted garlic mashed potatoes, which is one of my favorite things in the world to eat, even though it makes your breath stink. She made a salad with baby spinach instead of lettuce, and for dessert, we just had coffee ice cream. Coffee is my favorite ice cream, too. I couldn’t finish everything, cuz there was just so much, but I ate what I could. All the while we were eating, we just sat and talked quietly about how nice it was to have a dinner like this, and how we should do things like this more from now on.

Mommy said that we could plan a “date night” every week, and have a nice, quiet dinner together with candles and everything, and then we could go out to the movies, or whatever we decided we wanted to do. When she said that, I just had to kinda pick on her a little.

“You mean, we only get to have romantic dates once a week, Mommy?”

I put a sad little pout on my face and looked up at her from under my eyelashes.

“Aww, don’t be sad, Baby,” she said, smiling. “We can be romantic all the time, but the official dates will only be once or twice a week. That makes them more special.”

I gave her a sly grin. “And can we be naughty all the time, too, Mommy?”

“Oh, Baby Girl, you can be naughty with me anytime you’d like to. As long as I can do the same with you, of course.”

We both laughed, and I started to get up to clear the table like I usually do, but Mommy told me to sit back down. She wouldn’t let me do any of the chores tonight. That was really nice; I felt like I was getting all kinds of special treatment from her.

Mommy made tea for both of us, and we still had our wine. I was drinking my second glass; Mommy had filled it up about halfway this time. The wine made me fell kinda fuzzy and glowy, but really nice. Every time I drank some, it left a warm trail down my insides. I liked the feeling, and I felt really warm and relaxed sitting there, looking at Mommy and talking quietly to her.

Finally, she stood up and went into the other room for a minute, telling me she’d be right back. When she sat back down at the table, she looked at me really seriously for a second, and then she put our rings on the table. She put hers in front of me, and mine in front of her. My tummy did a little flip-flop, and I couldn’t think what to say. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, so I waited for Mommy.

She reached out and took my left hand in both of hers, and looked into my eyes. She didn’t say anything for a minute, she just sat and stared at me, smiling. I could feel her thumbs kinda stroking the top of my hand, and I got that fluttering in my tummy again, the one that makes me get wet between my legs. She picked up my ring then, and slid it onto my finger, then she held my hand tightly.

“Jenny, even though only the two of us will ever know what this ring really means, I’m giving it to you as a sign of how much I love you. Every time that you look at this ring, I want you to think of me, and to remember that you are the most special person in the world to me. It’s a reminder that we share our love, and ourselves, with each other, and only with each other. When you look at this ring, remember that I belong to you, and only to you. I love you, my little girlfriend.”

I had to blink really fast, and fight not to start crying, I was so happy. My stomach felt all funny, and my heart was pounding in my chest so hard I thought it might explode. I looked at her, and she was so beautiful. I felt so much love for her I almost couldn’t stand it.

When I was pretty sure I wouldn’t start to cry, I pulled my hand from Mommy’s, and picked up her ring. My hands were shaking, but I reached out and took her hand, and slid the ring onto her finger. I held her hand the same way she’d held mine; I felt her fingers tighten around mine. I wasn’t really sure what I should say, but I had to say something or I’d feel so stupid.

“Mommy, with this ring, I also give you all my love, forever and ever. When you see it, you’ll know that I’m your girlfriend, and that no one else will ever be able to come between us, not ever. These rings mean that we belong to each other for all eternity.”

I thought it sounded stupid, but when I looked, Mommy’s eyes were all shiny, and she was trying not to cry, I could tell. I got up then, and rushed close to her, wrapping my arms around her neck and hugging her as tight as I could. Her skin was warm against mine, and I could feel her breathing really fast. Her arms came around my waist, and we stayed like that for a minute, her still sitting in her chair, me standing between her knees, hugging each other.

“I love you so much, Baby Girl,” Mommy whispered against my neck. “More than you could ever know. You’re my perfect girlfriend, and I’m so happy that you made me see what I needed to see.”

I pulled back a little and looked at her. I didn’t know what she meant by that. I didn’t say anything, but I didn’t need to. I looked at her, and she knew I didn’t understand.

“Baby, the love we share was already so strong and special. I’ve always loved you so very, very much. But you made me see that our love could become even stronger, even more special than it already was. I was afraid of my own feelings, Jenny. You showed me that I don’t have to be afraid of them. I’m so very happy that you did that for me.”

I hugged her again then, as tight as I could. Then I kinda slid down so I was sitting on her leg with one arm around her neck. With my other hand, I reached out and touched her boobie, running my fingers over her nipple. I heard her pull in a fast breath when I touched it.

“Mommy,” I said, “will you show me? Show me how to make love to you?”

All of a sudden, her mouth was on mine, and she was kissing me, really deep and hard. Her tongue was in my mouth, moving everywhere, and I pushed my tongue into her mouth, tasting the wine there. We were pressed together so tightly, I almost couldn’t breathe.

Then without a word, still kissing me, Mommy stood up, carrying me the same way she had the night before. Only this time, we were both naked, and when she broke the kiss, I laid my head down against her skin, listening to her heart beating as she brought me up the stairs and down the hall, then into the room. She laid me gently on the bed, staring into my eyes.

Mommy crawled up on the bed with me, and then lay down next to me. She turned so she was laying on her side, and one hand came up to stroke my hair. I’d taken the ponytails down, and my hair was just all loose. Mommy still had hers in the thick braid. She kissed me, very gently, then stared into my eyes again while she stroked my hair.

“There’s no right or wrong way about this, Baby Girl. Making love is like… Well, it’s like you’re an explorer, and you’re discovering all the different parts and places on my body. Use all your senses, okay? Feel my skin with your fingers, with your skin. Look at me, at my body, and pay attention to every detail. Use your sense of smell, and you’ll find that all the different places have a different smell, and each one is very nice. Use your mouth so you can taste me, taste my skin, my mouth, taste everything. And also use your ears. You’ll know by the sounds you hear me making when you’re doing something that feels particularly good.”

She kissed me gently again, and then rolled over onto her back, stretching her arms above her head. She smiled softly.

“I’m yours, Baby Girl,” she said quietly. “Every part of me, all of me, is yours to play with and explore. You can’t do anything wrong, and I’ll guide you if you need help.”

She stared at me intently for a moment. “Now, please, Baby, make love to me,” she said in a hoarse whisper. “I don’t think I can stand to wait another second.”

I almost started to cry, she looked so beautiful lying there, waiting for me to touch her. I remembered what she’d done to me last night, and I moved so that I was on my hands and knees next to her. I leaned down and kissed her, lightly at first, then I opened my lips and slid my tongue into her mouth. She still tasted like wine a little, but she also tasted like her. I thought for a second that kissing her was almost enough, then pushed that idea away. Nothing would ever be enough, not really.

I pulled away from her mouth, and started to kiss her cheeks and her jaw. I remembered what she’d said about tasting everything, so I slid my tongue across her skin. She was right, she tasted wonderful!

I kissed the side of Mommy’s neck, and then I licked her there, too. When I did, the tip of my tongue touched her ear, and I heard her gasp. That was interesting, I’d never thought of ears being able to make you feel good. I kissed her ear then, and touched it with my tongue. Mommy gasped again, and I felt her shiver, so I pressed my open mouth to her ear and slowly licked inside of it. I heard her moan softly, and she turned her head and stretched her neck.

Mommy seemed to really like it when I licked her skin, so I kept using my tongue. I kissed her, too, but I licked her more. This was starting to be really fun! When I licked down the side of her neck to her shoulder, she moaned again. I let myself down then, so that I was laying sorta half on top of her, half next to her. I slid one leg over the top of hers, so that my coo… No, so that my pussy was pressed up against her hip. I was still kissing and licking her neck and shoulder; I brought one hand up and started to stroke her boob… her tits with it.

Somehow, those words that I’m not supposed to say in public made everything feel more exciting. They were naughty words, and thinking them about Mommy made me shiver, and sent little tingles through my body. I felt very grown up right then, like I had changed from a little girl into a grown woman almost overnight.

Before I went any further, I kissed and licked my way back up Mommy’s neck. When I got to her ear, I put my lips against it, and sorta breathed my words into it. “I love you so much, Mommy.”

I heard her whimper softly, and felt her body shiver all over again. She was breathing really fast now. I kissed and licked back down her neck, and then kept going. My hand was still sorta petting her tits, and I moved my mouth towards them. Her skin felt like warm satin against my lips, soft and smooth. When I brushed my lips across her nipple, I heard her whimper again, and felt her lift her chest up, pushing it towards my mouth.

“Oh, Baby Girl,” she sighed. “Suck them, please. Suck Mommy’s nipples like you did when you were a baby.”

I was holding myself up with one hand on the bed, the fingers of my other hand were playing with the hard nipple that wasn’t against my mouth. I opened my lips, and slowly sucked the dark, crinkled nipple into my mouth. I felt Mommy’s hand come to the back of my head, cradling me there, holding me in place tightly.

“Oh, yes, Baby…” The words came out in a long, breathy kind of a sigh. “That feels so good, my Baby Girl.”

I could feel myself getting really wet between my legs, feel my heart beating faster and faster in my chest. I loved this! I could tell from her breathing that Mommy was excited, and she kept making those little whimpers, high-pitched and soft as I kept sucking on her nipple. It was hard in my mouth; I felt it stiffen even more, swelling against my tongue. I felt her free hand close over mine, guiding me to pinch at her other nipple, showing me how to roll it between my fingers.

“Bite it, Baby,” she breathed. “Use your teeth on it, please…”

Bite it? I thought. She wants me to bite her? I didn’t know why she wanted me to bite her, but if that’s what she wanted, I’d do it. At that point, I woulda done anything she asked me to do. I closed my teeth on her nipple and bit down lightly, feeling the stiff flesh between my teeth.

“Harder, Baby,” she moaned. “You won’t hurt me, I promise. Bite it harder.”

I bit down harder on Mommy’s nipple. When I did, I felt her fingers get all tangled up in my hair, pulling me even tighter against her. She moaned loudly. I felt her hip move against my pussy; she was lifting her butt up off the bed and then dropping it back down again. All of a sudden, I realized that I had been sorta grinding my pussy against her hip bone. Her skin was wet there, and with a little shock, I knew that the wetness was coming from me, leaking from inside my pussy. I was smearing it all over her skin there. It felt wonderful!

I felt her pulling my head up from her nipple. “The other one, Baby, please,” she gasped. “Do the other one, too!”

She guided me to her other nipple, pulling my head down as she pushed her chest up, crushing her nipple against my mouth. This time I knew what to do, and I opened my mouth, sucking her stiff nipple in and closing my teeth around it. I bit down, kinda hard, and heard her groan again, even louder this time. She was crushing my face against her as she urged me on, telling me to bite her even harder. I figured if she was this excited already, it was time for me to try something else.

We musta looked funny; I was biting and sucking at Mommy’s nipple, making little slurping sounds sometimes when she moved really fast. Her hips were bouncing up and down steadily now, and I was rubbing my pussy in circles against her hip, smearing the wet stuff that was coming from inside my pussy all over both her hip and the outside of my pussy. I could feel my muscles inside there, squeezing and then loosening, over and over. I was starting to feel those little electric kinda shocks shoot through me.

This must be what heaven is like, I thought.

While I kept biting and sucking on her nipple, I moved my hand down over Mommy’s tummy. It was smooth and soft, but hard, too. Mommy’s tummy is really flat. I slid my hand down until I felt my fingers sliding into the crinkly hair there. Her legs opened wider, and I felt a moist heat on my hand, coming from between her legs. Holding my hand flat, I slid it down through her hair, over her pussy. When it got lower between her legs, I was kinda shocked to find that she was soaking wet there. The bedspread under her butt was all wet, and I could feel more leaking from inside her.

I felt her hand leave my head, and heard her slap both hands down next to her hips. Her butt lifted up off the bed, pressing her warm, wet pussy against my hand. She moaned again. “Oh, God yes, Baby… Touch my pussy, Baby Girl. Touch it for Mommy…”

I remembered how Mommy had taken her time with me last night, kinda teasing me a little bit. The way she’d made love to me had made everything build up until it was like a big explosion inside of me. I wanted it to be like that for her, too, so I decided to slow down a little bit. I lifted my head up from her nipple, and raised myself up so that I was kneeling on the bed with her thigh between my legs. I sat down on her leg, slowly rubbing my pussy up and down.

I looked at her face then. She was beautiful! There were little beads of sweat on her upper lip and on her forehead, her mouth was open a little bit as she breathed in and out really fast, kinda panting. Her skin, from her chest to her neck and up into her face, was flushed a deep red color. Her arms had fallen back so that her hands were just above her head. As she lay there panting, her tits were rising and falling, her nipples pointing straight up at the ceiling. I thought she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my life, and I felt a rush of love again, knowing that she wasn’t just my Mommy, but she was my girlfriend and my lover, too.

When she met my eyes, I smiled at her. She smiled back, still breathing hard. “You’re so beautiful, Mommy,” I said. “It almost makes me want to cry, you’re so beautiful.”

I saw the flush in her face deepen in color, and she smiled shyly. “I feel the same way about you, Baby Girl,” she said softly.

I stayed where I was, looking down at her. I kept sliding my hips back and forth, dragging my pussy over the skin of her thigh. It felt lovely, wet and hot, and I didn’t want the feeling to ever end. I reached up and started to kinda pet her boobs again, touching her nipples lightly with my fingertips, then dragging them down across her flat tummy. I just touched her everywhere I could reach; it made me feel good to see that every time my fingers touched her, her breathing got even quicker and she gasped and whimpered.

I reached behind me with one hand and started to run my fingertips along the inside of her thigh, the one that I wasn’t sitting on. Her skin was hot under my fingers, smooth and soft. I let my fingers trail almost all the way to her pussy, stopping just before I touched her there, and moving back down towards her knee again. After I did that a few times, I saw Mommy give me a smile and a kinda pleading look.

“You’re torturing me, you know,” she said softly. “Where did you learn how to be a tease?”

I smiled right back at her. “I’m just doing the same kinda things you did to me, Mommy,” I said.

She giggled softly, then gasped as I finally let my fingertips brush up and over her pussy. Her hips lifted up off the bed again, lifting me with them as her thigh raised up. I moved then, cuz I wanted to be able to pay attention to what I was doing. I wanted to make Mommy scream when she came. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to do that, but I was determined that I was gonna try to.

I knelt between her thighs, and I gasped when I finally got my first really good look at Mommy’s pussy. It was beautiful! There was no hair down between the insides of her thighs, just on the top. With her legs spread like they were, I could see everything. There were delicate little folds inside, like there were two sets of lips, not just one. I’d never really had a close up look at a pussy before, and I was surprised at how pretty Mommy’s was.

The hair there was exactly the same color as the hair on her head, bright, orangey-red, like a little fire on top of her pussy. I could see something, I wasn’t sure what, kinda poking out up near the top of her slit, like a teeny little button. There were light pink little folds of skin around it, that continued down to where I could just start to see the inside of it. Everything was a light, pretty pink color, and glistening wet, shining in the dim light. Down lower, I could see the tight little crinkle of her butt hole. I just knelt there and stared at everything, my fingers stroking both of her upper thighs.

I was a little hesitant at first, cuz I didn’t quite know where to start. I took a breath, and then I ran the fingers of both hands down from the top of Mommy’s pussy, through the hair and down along the sides of her wet pussy. It was hot! Hot and wet, and I suddenly noticed that there was a heavy, musky-sweet smell coming from there. I breathed it in deeply. It smelled wonderful!

When I could finally look up again, Mommy was staring at me with something that I didn’t recognize in her eyes. Love, yes; there was lots of love in her eyes. But there was something else, too, that I didn’t have a name for. Whatever it was, though, it made me shiver and feel all hot and tingly. I liked the way she was looking at me.

I musta looked nervous or something, cuz she smiled at me again. “You’re doing just fine, Baby Girl,” she whispered. “More than just fine; you’re doing everything perfectly.”

I still hesitated, though. I wasn’t quite sure what to do next. “Just touch me, Baby,” she said softly. “Touch me anyway that you want to.”

She smiled lazily, and brought one hand down to her own pussy, showing me. “This,” she said quietly, barely touching the little button-like thing, “is my clitoris, or my clit. It’s the most sensitive part of a girl’s body. The only reason it’s there is to make you feel good, to give you pleasure. It feels wonderful when it’s touched or kissed or licked.”

“This…” She brought her finger lower, to the opening that led inside her pussy. “This, you know of course, is my vagina. Or my pussy, or my cunt; whichever you prefer. It feels wonderful when you have something inside of it, moving back and forth.”

She smiled again, her hand returning to lay on the pillow near her head. “Just explore, Baby Girl. You can’t do anything wrong. Just explore and play with me.”

That intense look came back into her eyes as she kept staring at me.

“Just keep making love to me, Baby,” she whispered. “I’m yours; you can do anything you want to do to me.”

Still staring into her eyes, I ran my fingers up and back through the hair on Mommy’s pussy. As my fingers slid over her skin, she moaned softly, lifting her butt up again, pressing her pussy against my hands. Even though I wasn’t sure if I’d do it right, I moved so that I could lay on my tummy between her legs, my face really close to her pussy.

I could smell that musky-sweet smell even stronger now, it almost made me feel faint it was so nice. Slowly, I kinda edged closer and closer, then I pressed my lips against the wet skin of Mommy’s pussy. She moaned loudly the moment my lips touched her. Her hands came back down and caressed the sides of my head, stroking my hair as I began to put light little kisses all over her wet, hot flesh. I looked up across her body to see her staring at me, her eyes even more intense now, bright and glittery looking.

I still had my lips closed, just giving her pussy little light kisses. I was a little nervous, but in the end, I was more curious than nervous. I parted my lips, letting my tongue slide out a little bit, and tentatively tasted Mommy’s pussy.

Oh, my God, it was wonderful! It was strange for a few seconds, then, as the taste kinda exploded in my mouth, I thought it was amazing! It’s kinda hard to explain; it was like, I was tasting Mommy, but more than that. I was tasting her pleasure, tasting the things I was doing to her, tasting the way that I was making her feel. It was the most amazing thing I’d ever done!

Mommy’s reaction was immediate. When my tongue touched her, her hips bucked up off the bed again, grinding against my mouth. Her fingers tangled up in my hair, and she held me like that, pressing my face into her pussy. Now that I knew what to expect, I let my tongue move faster, exploring everywhere. Her skin was hot and wet, slick with my saliva and the wetness coming from inside her. God, this was so exciting! Mommy was whimpering and moaning steadily now, grinding her pussy in little circles against my mouth. I kept licking and kissing, tasting her. I couldn’t get enough of that wonderful taste!

Even though it was kinda hard to think straight, I remembered the things that Mommy had done to me, and I tried to imitate them now. I pushed my mouth hard against the opening of her pussy, and pushed my tongue out as far as I could, so that it slid inside of her. She gave a short scream, pulling me even harder against her, kinda like she wanted to pull all of me up inside of her. I felt the muscles inside tighten down on my tongue, then relax, then tighten again. This was so awesome!

I pushed my head back up, letting my tongue lick all along the whole way of Mommy’s wet pussy, till I got to that button thingy. Her clit? Yes, her clit, that’s what she called it. I let my tongue move across it before I closed my mouth on it and started to suck on it. Mommy gave a high-pitched cry, really loud, and clamped her legs tight around my head.

I noticed that every time my tongue touched it, it made her hips bounce up really hard, so I figured it must feel really good to her. I started to poke at it with the tip of my tongue, and she cried out even louder this time. Dimly, I could hear her talking to me, the words coming out really fast now, breathlessly.

“Don’t stop, Baby, don’t stop. Oh, God, Baby, that’s perfect! Keep doing that, Baby, yes! Your fingers, Baby Girl, use your fingers! Fuck me with your fingers, Jenny, please!!”

Fuck her? I didn’t know what that meant, but I tried to get my hand closer, so my fingers could touch her.

“Inside, Baby Girl, please! Put your fingers inside my pussy. Fuck me, Baby, fuck Mommy with your fingers!”

I got it then. I moved my hand, and then slid one finger through her slit, into the opening of her pussy. She moaned, loud and long.

“More, Baby, please! Put more in there!”

When I put a second finger inside of her, I felt her pussy clamp down really hard on them. She was still begging me to put more in, so I put a third, and then a fourth finger inside her pussy. It was wet and hot inside of her, slippery with the wetness flowing out of her.

“Move them in and out now, Baby.” She was gasping, panting. “In and out, Baby, that’s right. Oh, my God, Jenny!”

That last word, my name, was a long, high-pitched scream. Mommy’s fingers were holding my hair, all tangled up in it, pulling me against her pussy. I didn’t want to ever stop, even though my mouth was starting to ache a little. I kept sucking on her clit, then by accident, my teeth bit down a little bit, not hard, but it made Mommy scream out really loud. She wasn’t really talking now, just making all kinds of noises, grunting and groaning. Her hips were bouncing up and down on the bed. My fingers were wet and slick, sliding in and out of her pussy. I couldn’t believe how hot it was inside of her!

All of a sudden, Mommy’s whole body arched up off the bed, lifting me along with it. she was stiff, little shudders running through her whole body, her legs kinda trembling as she used them to hold my head locked against her pussy. I felt a big hot gush of liquid pour of her, all over my hand and chin, soaking the bedspread even more. She let out this long, strange sounding noise; I guess it’s what they mean when they say that someone wailed. It went on forever, it seemed like, her pussy clamping down on my fingers, squeezing them. I wondered if it was ever gonna stop!

Finally, Mommy shuddered again, really hard, and then her body went limp. She just kinda fell down onto the bed. Her breathing was really ragged, deep and hoarse sounding. I stopped moving my fingers inside her, and I moved my mouth away from her clit. Just like she had done last night, though, I stayed there, with my head laying on the top of her thigh. Slowly, I let my fingers slip out of her, and before I did anything else, I brought them to my mouth, tasting the sticky, musky liquid. Then I closed my eyes and just lay there, my fingers lightly stroking through the hair on Mommy’s pussy, kissing her there now and then.

After a little while, her breathing calmed down, and I heard her heave a deep sigh. Her fingers kinda toyed with my hair, playing with it absently.

“Oh, Baby Girl,” she said quietly. “I don’t think that I’ve ever come that hard before in my life. That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.”

I rolled my eyes up so I could look at her. She was looking down at me, smiling. “You mean it?” I said. “You aren’t just trying to make me feel good?”

She pulled me up then, so that I was laying next to her, my head resting on her shoulder. She stroked my back, making me shiver a little. “I really mean it, Baby,” she said. “I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life.”

She sighed deeply again. “You,” she said, kissing the tip of my nose, “have just succeeded in making me your sex slave, Baby Girl. And that was your first time! I’m almost afraid to find out how good you’re going to be at this when you have some more practice!”

I could feel myself blushing. “I really did okay, then? Really?”

“Baby, trust me,” she said. “No one has ever done what you just did to me. I started coming the moment your mouth touched my pussy, and it just kept getting better and better.”

I felt a warmth rush through my body. I hadn’t really paid attention before, but now that it was over, I realized that I’d been really scared that I wouldn’t do it right, that somehow, I wouldn’t be able to make Mommy feel what I wanted her to feel. I felt myself blush again, and I snuggled down into her shoulder, letting her hold me. We stayed that way for a few minutes, just being close to each other.

“Mommy?” I said after a while.

“Mmm… Yes, Baby Girl?”

I tried not to smile, but I couldn’t help grinning. “If you’re my sex slave,” I said, “does that mean you hafta make love to me anytime I want you to?”

She laughed quietly. “Yes, I suppose it does, Baby. Though I may live to regret telling you that.”

“Then I want you to make love to me, Mommy. Right now, please!”

She rolled me onto my back, looking down at me. She kissed me, gently, staring at me for a few seconds. “Your wish,” she whispered softly, “is my command.”

I smiled and closed my eyes, waiting for her to begin. “Mommy, show me how,” I whispered. “Show me how to do everything…”

The End