'My little Girl'
I was a girl of sixteen when I first met my lover Anna, who was then twenty-four... and for both of us, the attraction was immediate. My mom had taught me that it isn't age that causes disparity between couples, it's gender; so Anna being so much older was never an issue for me.
Mind you, Anna wasn't the first girl I ever dated. In fact, I can't remember a time in my life when I wasn't into girls. Even when I was a child of ten, I recall being sexually active with another girl of my age. My mother couldn't leave us alone for an hour before I had my new friend Cheryl naked, exploring her with my fingers and mouth.
Not that Mom had a problem with that, since she was also gay. She had turned to her friend Sophia for companionship after my so-called father had abandoned us flat when I was four, and the woman she'd always thought of as a friend soon became a lover. Even at that tender age, I could see for myself how much happier Mommy was as a gay woman. She and Sophia didn't last as a couple, but there were other females to share her heart and her bed -- and I adored nearly all of them.
Growing up, I liked some boys as playmates, but the idea of love with a man seemed downright silly to me. Why on earth would I want to kiss a boy, when there were so many pretty girls around to catch my eye in cute shorts and dresses?
By the time I was seven, I'd made it clear to Mom that I too was a lesbian, just like she was. Only I pronounced it "lesbean," which she thought was utterly adorable. I besieged her with endless questions about how women made love, wanting to know all the most intimate details. And while most girls my age were dreaming of dolls and cute clothes, I wanted more than anything to experience sex for the first time.
So Mom took me into her bed and made love to me on one magical night when I was only nine, just to make me happy. She taught me everything I yearned to know and more. Best of all, she and I were sexually intimate for several years after that.
I adored the special games that Mom and I used to play, where we took off all our clothes and kissed passionately, then spent a long while touching and caressing one another. The first time she lay between my legs to lick my bare slit, it felt so wonderful that I shed tears of joy, happy that my mommy loved me so much.
When she rolled onto her back, parted her thighs and asked me if I would return the favor, I was a little scared. But once I went down on her for the first time, I quickly learned to love eating pussy. Mom showed me what to do, and I got the idea right away. The heat of her cunt, the strange but tantalizing flavor of her juices, the softness of her dark curls as they tickled my nose, the sound of her cries, rising in volume as she came for me -- all part of an experience that shaped me for life.
After that night, I was obsessed with making love with my mother. I'd do things like crawl under the kitchen table, burrow beneath her skirt or inside her dressing gown and bury my face in the thick pubic thatch, my tongue emerging to lick. Mom even gave up wearing panties around the house, except when she was having her period -- but I didn't care, I'd go down on her even then. Later, once she'd taught me the pleasures of rimming, I would creep up on Mom from behind and flip up her skirt, then part her beautiful buttocks and bury my face between them, eagerly kissing her asshole.
To me, she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and I adored her.
People sometimes ask me if having a gay mother made me a lesbian. I always answer, "Yes... and I thank her for it every single day."
Not long after I turned twenty, my lover Anna and I adopted a little girl of our own... a gorgeous eight-year-old that we named Leslie. She had the face of a cherub, and golden hair soft as corn silk. We were smitten with her from the start. She was painfully shy at first, the product of an unhappy home torn apart by drugs and alcohol. It was an unimaginable joy to see Leslie open up as she gradually came to trust us, learning how to be a little girl all over again. Her solemn expression became a happy grin, and the sound of her laugh rang like sweet silver bells through our home.
After Leslie got settled in, we evolved into a routine where I would stay home with her during the day while Anna was at work. Our little nymph loved to spend all her waking time naked, and the sight of her running around the house or sprawled in front of the television was bound to have me becoming aroused after awhile. I was constantly masturbating, then all but attacking Anna later at night, my sex drive insatiable. And after day after day of staring at that cute little bottom of hers, or the smooth cleft between her thighs... well, pleasuring myself in the bathroom or impatiently waiting for my lover to get home wasn't cutting it anymore. I was burning for Leslie, aching to explore lesbian love with my eight-year-old child.
I finally decided to tell my mom about these feelings, pouring my heart out to her in a lengthy phone call. She told me in no uncertain terms that there was nothing wrong with making love to my daughter. Mom reminded me of the sexual delights we had shared, back when I was close to Leslie's age.
I asked her if, more than twelve years later, she had any regrets about what she had done with me. Mom said that her only wish was that she'd continued to have sex with me even after I began to explore sapphic pleasures with my friends. Then Mom encouraged me once again to fully consummate my love for Leslie. "Believe me, honey," she murmured, "it's the nicest thing you can do for your little girl."
I felt so much love for my mother at that moment that I told her that I was more than willing to renew my sexual relationship with her. In fact, I made a date with Mom for that Friday night, so she and I could share a bottle of wine and enjoy each other's bodies for the first time in years. She was delighted with the idea, and we ended our chat with whispered declarations of love. I'd never fucked Mom as a grown woman, and thinking about what we might get up to on Friday had me giddy with anticipation.
When I hung up the phone, though, my mind was elsewhere. I was a woman with a mission: to teach Leslie all about love.
First I undressed completely, paused long enough to calm my pounding heart, then padded into the living room where Leslie sat idly watching TV, her body still completely bare.
Her eyes widened when she saw me. "You don't have any clothes on, Mommy!" she giggled.
"Nope," I laughed, sitting down next to her, then extending both arms to my little girl. "Want to cuddle with me?"
"Yes!" she cried, quickly squirming into my lap. Mmmm, her naked body felt so incredible against mine...
As Leslie leaned back against me, I caressed her all over. She sighed happily as my fingers explored every inch of her soft skin. I brushed her nipples with my fingertips, thrilling as they stiffened oh so slightly to my touch.
"That feels funny, Mommy!" she cooed. "Do it some more."
So I did, teasing the pink buds as she hummed contentedly. I began to kiss her neck, then nuzzled my way up to her ear, where I nibbled playfully at her lobe. Growing bolder, I licked around the edge of the ear.
"Oooohh... I like that!" Leslie squealed.
"You like my kisses?" I said softly, my lips touching her ear.
"Yes, Mommy," she sighed.
"Would you like to kiss me?" I murmured. "I can show you how to kiss the way real lovers do. Doesn't that sound nice?"
"Yes," she said, nodding eagerly, "yes, Mommy. I want to kiss!"
My heart throbbed with excitement. "Turn around, honey," I breathed. She wriggled around in my lap, facing me.
First I gave her a few silly pecks on the face and neck, making her giggle with delight. Then my arms twined around her body, and I gazed deep into my daughter's eyes. Leslie went quiet, sensing something big was on the verge of happening. "Now, my little angel," I whispered, "See how this feels..."
And I kissed her mouth gently, my lips brushing hers. The kiss was soft and sensual, and I allowed it to linger for a long moment. When I slowly drew back, her eyes were wide with wonder. "Did you like that, honey?" I smiled.
"Yes," Leslie whispered. "Oh, yes. I liked it a lot. C-can you do it some more?"
"Oh, we're just getting started," I murmured, trying not to give away how incredibly excited I was. "There's much more to real kissing than that." I slowly brought my face to hers again, whispering, "Now, do what I do."
I kissed my baby once more... only this time I allowed the tip of my tongue to glide over her lips. They parted slightly, and I made our kiss a passionate one, sliding my tongue into her little mouth. She hummed with pleasure, her own tongue shyly emerging to meet mine. I increased the intensity of the kiss, my desire rising as Leslie matched my excitement.
Before long, we were kissing like lovers. Her little arms were wrapped around me, clutching my naked body as our mouths slid wetly together.
Finally, reluctantly, I pulled away, gazing at my child. Her face was slightly flushed, and she was breathing hard. "How was that, little one?" I cooed, reaching up to touch her cheek.
"Oh... oh, Mommy," she mewled, "t-that was good!" She squeezed me tightly, her face buried in my breasts. "Can we kiss like that always? Forever an' ever?"
I tilted her face up to mine. "We can, sweetheart," I murmured, "but there are lots of other nice things you and I can do together, even better than kissing."
"Really?" she squeaked. "Show me, show me!"
"Hold on, little one," I told her. "There's just one thing. These things I teach you have to be a secret between you and me. You can't even tell Mommy Anna about them." I took her hand. "Can you keep a secret, Leslie? Hmmm?"
She squeezed my hand. "Yes, Mommy, I can. Cross my heart!" She paused, lost in thought. "But how come Mommy Anna can't know? Aren't you s'posed to not have secrets from her?" Head tilted to one side, Leslie gave me a quizzical look.
I had to give the kid credit -- she was a bright one. Luckily, I'd anticipated that question, and had an answer ready.
"We'll tell her, honey... but I want it to be a surprise." I cooed, touching Leslie's cheek. "I'm going to teach you some wonderful games that grownups play... and soon you'll be able to play them with me and Mommy Anna." I smiled. "Won't that be fun?"
Leslie's eyes danced with excitement. "Okay, Mommy!" I knew that would work; the little imp adores surprises.
I placed my beautiful child on her feet, then rose from the couch. "Let's go to the big bedroom, babe."
Holding hands, we padded naked through the house, upstairs to the room me and Anna share. I lay down on our king-size bed, and a giggling Leslie bounced next to me.
I reached for my daughter, drawing her close. "I showed you how to kiss, honey... and now I'm going to teach you about making love." My lips were nearly touching hers.
Leslie's eyes were wide with wonder. "Oh, wow," she had time to say before I was kissing her again. Her tongue immediately darted into my mouth, and our kiss quickly grew hot and passionate. I was brushing her nipples with my fingers, teasing them.
I allowed my kisses to roam around her lips, giving her gentle love bites. Then I shifted my attention to her neck, nuzzling beneath her chin. She purred contentedly as I kissed the hollow of her throat, then licked a path down to her flat chest. Leslie squirmed gently in my arms, moaning "Oh, Mommy... that feels good."
When I came to my daughter's left nipple, I extended my tongue to lightly lick at the pink tip, then sucked it into my mouth. Leslie gasped -- and her arms twined around my head, hugging me to her. The beating of the child's heart seemed to reverberate through her body as if she were a drum. I switched from one nipple to the other, then back again.
But the desire to taste my baby's vagina was too powerful to resist for long, so I began to kiss my way down Leslie's body, savoring the delicate scent of her. I paused to lavish attention on her tummy, making her giggle when my tongue darted into her belly button, then continued downward, trailing kisses over the rise of her mound.
And then her delicate pink flower was before me. I reached out to graze the baby-soft slit with a finger, and my daughter's hips shifted on the bed, a whimper escaping her lips.
Then I was licking her; my tongue gliding over the cleft of Leslie's sex like a paintbrush. My little girl was moaning wordlessly, her childish body squirming beneath mine. Placing both hands on her thighs, I tilted my head to one side and kissed the moist slit as if it were a mouth, then began to carefully penetrate her with the tip of my tongue.
"Muh-Mommy!" she gasped, Leslie's body shivering as, for the first time, she understood what it was to be loved like a woman, by a woman. No stiff cock to rip and tear, no male hands to grope and bruise her tender skin. Instead, there was a soft, warm tongue to explore the jewel of my virgin daughter's sex.
I didn't know if I could make Leslie come, but I was determined to try -- and when I sought out her tiny clitoris and began to tease it with the tip of my tongue, her mewls of pleasure took on a new fervor. Encouraged, I suckled at the pink tip, meanwhile tracing around her vaginal opening with my index finger. Soon, my baby's body was jerking frantically beneath mine as I carried her to the threshold of ecstasy and beyond.
It was incredible -- easily the most thrilling experience I'd known since that first sweet night in my mother's bed.
Raising my face from between her legs, I licked a moist pathway up Leslie's body until my lips met hers. She gave me soft, sleepy kisses, her cheeks pinked with pleasure.
"And that, sweetness," I cooed, touching her button nose, "is how you make love. Did you like it?"
"It was... it was won'erful," she sighed. "Love you, Mommy." She gave a gentle yawn.
Reaching for the comforter, I drew it over us both. "You can take a little nap now, honey."
She nodded and curled into me, already drifting into slumber.
I lay with my baby for awhile letting her doze in my arms, feeling absolutely radiant. I'd done it, actually done it -- introduced my precious child to the delights of lesbian love. Had my mother known happiness as all-encompassing as this after she pleasured me for the first time? I would have to ask her. For now, though, I simply held Leslie close, savoring the warmth of her bare body against mine.
But soon I had to start dinner, so with a wistful sigh I carefully extricated myself from Leslie's embrace, threw on a nightgown and tiptoed down to the kitchen.
I was chopping vegetables about an hour later when Leslie padded into the room... hair tousled, sleepy-eyed and still gloriously naked. The very sight of her had a renewed lust surging hot and wild in the very core of me. Somehow I managed to keep a grip on myself while Leslie and I chatted about school, cartoons, clothes -- anything but what she and I had just done together.
Finally, I had all the ingredients in the soup pot and the pot on the stove. Drying my hands, I sat down at the kitchen table, and a smiling Leslie climbed into my lap. Her little mouth found mine, and I nearly swooned as my eight-year-old threw both arms around my neck and kissed me, her tongue darting between my parted lips.
Then she broke away, and all I could see were her eyes, so big and blue. "Mommy," she whispered, as if we were sharing a secret, "can we play making love some more?"
How could I refuse? Instead, I placed a gentle peck on her smiling mouth and replied, "Yes, honey." We rose together, Leslie taking my hand to lead me back upstairs.
When we entered the bedroom, I reached for the silken tie to my nightgown, then paused, turning to Leslie instead. "Want to undress me?" I asked her. She nodded, blushing a little bit.
I stood motionless before her, a tempest of desire raging inside me as my daughter slowly opened the gown in front, baring my body. She stood back, studying my nudity as if she'd never seen it before. "You're so pretty, Mommy," was all she said before reaching up to push the gauzy material over and off my shoulders, sending my nightie spilling to the floor. She reached to take my hand once more, and we climbed onto the bed together.
And I made love to my darling child again, using mouth, fingers and tongue to coax forth every ounce of pleasure there was to be had from Leslie's sylph-like body. I touched and tasted her all over, even licked her tiny anus. Soon my baby was coming again, gurgling in ecstasy while I nursed at her clit.
This time, Leslie had no intention of resting afterward. Soon as she'd caught her breath, my adopted daughter sat up, a determined gleam in her big blue eyes that I knew all too well. "Now me, it's my turn -- I get to make love to you!"
Within seconds I was lying flat on my back, a naked and very excited eight-year-old straddling me, the wet warmth of her bare sex grazing my belly. "Love you, Mommy," Leslie cooed, bending down to kiss me.
I moaned into my baby's mouth as her tongue flickered like a soft flame over my lips, still moist with her nectar. She drew back, her eyes burning into mine as she tasted, pondered. "Mmmm... is that my pussy?" she murmured.
"It is, sweetheart," I smiled. "Do you like how it tastes?"
She slowly nodded, breaking into a grin. "Yeah. It's like -- I don't know, 'zactly. It's yummy, though!" And her mouth was on mine again, that marvelous little tongue penetrating my lips. I sucked at it, teasing her.
As abruptly as she had kissed me, Leslie broke away, sliding down to bury her face in my breasts. "I like your titties, Mommy. Will mine be as big an' nice as yours?"
I chuckled as she licked at my left nipple. "Probably even nicer, honey. We'll find out in a few years, won't we?"
But she wasn't really listening now, lost as she was in showering affection on my tits, exploring them with her hands and mouth. So I simply lay back into the welcoming softness of my pillow and let my daughter love me.
She played with my breasts for a long, lovely while, then descended further, down to my pale tummy. Plastering her mouth just above my navel, she blew hard, making a long, low farting sound, then gave me a mischievous glance.
"Imp," I murmured affectionately, tousling her hair.
She giggled, then began trailing tiny kisses down my belly -- and further. Through the trimmed patch of my pubes and beyond, until she was on her belly between my spread thighs, staring enthralled at my cunt. "I like your pussy, Mommy," she whispered, tracing the labia with a fingertip.
The lust that hissed and snarled inside me was now at fever pitch -- oh God, if Leslie didn't do something to me soon, I was going to fucking scream!
And just like that, my little girl thrust her face into my sex, eagerly kissing and licking at the wet flesh as if it was a long-promised treat.
Leslie was clumsy, of course, but I showed her how; letting her know what I liked best, encouraging her to explore. Once I directed her to my clitoris, she sucked at it lustily. I had to beg my enthusiastic child to be gentle, then she got the hang of it and nursed at the pink pearl until I was screaming in orgasmic abandon, my frame wracked by relentless jolts of pleasure.
We lay together quietly, our bare bodies entwined in the rosy afterglow. We drifted together now and again to share lazy kisses, our tongues dancing a slow tango of spent passion.
Finally we roused ourselves with a sigh. We took turns brushing our teeth, then I put on fresh clothing, Leslie climbed into the knee-length t-shirt she wore around the house at night, and we traipsed downstairs -- me back to the kitchen and soup pot; Leslie to the living room, Bugs Bunny cartoons and her coloring book.
A few minutes later Anna arrived home, greeting me with a kiss. Minutes later, we joined around the table, I dished up bowls of soup and we ate together. Just a normal two-mom family. Only now, we were anything but. I'd stepped over the line that separates mother from child and taken my little girl as a lover. And I intended to have Leslie again, the very next day.
The weeks that followed were a wild whirl of sapphic indulgence in which I seemed to eat, drink and breath sex. I was given to utter abandon during the day while Anna worked, teaching my daughter all there was to know about lesbian love. Then later, after Leslie was tucked in bed, I'd usually give myself to Anna, whose sexual appetite was still quite voracious.
And after rekindling my love affair with Mom on a night of unimaginable passion, we decided to make it a once-a-week thing... with Anna's blessing. She knew how much it meant to me.
God, it had been incredible to get naked and sweaty with my mother. To me, she was sexy as ever, and still amazing in bed. Only now that I was a grown woman, there was a raw, animal heat to our lovemaking that we'd not experienced before. When I tasted her cunt for the first time in eight years, it felt like coming home. The best part was when Mom got out a strap-on cock and we took turns fucking one another. She even plowed my ass with it, something I'd only allowed Anna to do before. What a night!
Leslie had just turned nine when Anna decided to cash in four weeks of vacation time she'd accumulated. She hadn't had any real time off for two years, and suddenly she was home all day with me and Leslie.
I felt incredibly guilty for having spent almost six months having sex with our daughter while my lover was hard at work so that she could support us. Anna and I had both enjoyed sex with other women, both separately and in threesomes or lesbian orgies. And of course she knew about me rediscovering my love life with my mother, and approved completely. But I'd been afraid to tell her about what Leslie and I had been doing.
Eventually, though, I sat Anna down and confessed everything. I fought the urge to cry as best I could, but began to shed helpless tears as I told my lover what had happened -- that I'd been making love to our daughter. That I had kissed her precious mouth, and penetrated it with my tongue. I described undressing Leslie, sucking her nipples and touching her childish body all over, the way I'd fingered and eaten our child's pussy and asshole.
Finally, my body trembling with sobs, I told Anna that I had taught little Leslie how to do all those things to me. She'd become quite skilled at oral sex, and I'd even showed her how to make me come by pushing her whole hand into my cunt, working it in and out until I screamed with pleasure.
I told my partner all those things and more, clutching her hand in mine. Anna's face was bereft of emotion while I poured my heart out to her, my belly a cold, hard knot of fear. Finally, the words ran out, and I fell silent... numb with fear, waiting for the axe to fall.
And miracle of miracles, Anna smiled.
"Oh, babe," she murmured, her arms encircling my waist, "I'm only surprised you waited so long. The way she flashes that cute little butt around the house, I expected you to coax Leslie into bed before she'd been with us a month."
I fell into my lover's arms, weeping with mixed relief and joy.
Anna kissed my tears away, then whispered, "There's only one thing I want to know, though."
"Wh-what?" I gasped, still sniffling.
"Well... when do I get invited to join this little sex club of yours?"
My heart began to race in anticipation. "Tomorrow's Saturday," I replied. "No school tomorrow. I think we might let Leslie stay up late tonight."
"Sounds like a plan," Anna grinned. She stood and stretched. "I'm gonna take a shower." Bending to kiss me, she turned and exited the room, unbuttoning her top as she went.
As for me, I took a deep, calming breath before going to our little girl's room and telling her the news. I smiled to myself as I climbed the stairs, knowing how happy she would be that Mommy Anna was going to play the Make Love Game with us. That's what Leslie and I called it.
That night, after dinner, we left the dishes to soak for a change. Leslie, her head held proudly, marched up the stairs to our bedroom. Anna and I brought up the rear, sharing thrilled glances between us.
When we entered the room, Leslie stood before us, her eyes dancing with excitement, then raced into her Mommy Anna's arms. My lover knelt to embrace our little girl, then their lips came together in a motherly kiss that quickly became heated, passionate. Then Leslie turned to me. "Mommy," she squeaked, "come kiss with us!"
I joined my lover and daughter in a sweet, loving tangle of arms, hands and lips. We shared sexy kisses back and forth, then began to undress one another. First Anna and I took all of our little girl's clothes off, then Leslie helped get her mommies naked. Then our little girl bounded onto the bed, where she jumped up and down. "Let's play, let's play!"
Anna crawled toward Leslie in a cat-like fashion, making growly tiger noises. Leslie giggled behind her knuckles, then shrieked with delight as Anna lunged, taking her down to the bed. They stared into each other's eyes, then their mouths came together once more. I watched them, enthralled at the sight of my child kissing her mother, that little pink tongue languidly circling Anna's lips.
Finally they gently broke apart, and Anna gave our daughter a warm smile. "I want to lick you now, precious," she whispered. "Will you let Mommy do that to you?"
Nibbling her lower lip, a wide-eyed Leslie nodded.
Soon Leslie was straddling Anna's face, letting Mommy taste her pussy. God, it was such a thrill to see my lover pleasuring our daughter so sweetly, her tongue licking and probing at Leslie's babyish crack.
Wanting to join in the lovemaking, I crawled onto the bed, now determined to give pleasure to my wonderful, devoted wife while she went down on our little girl.
I knelt beside Anna, pausing to gaze down at her voluptuous body taking in every inch of its beauty. Her skin, so smooth and creamy. Her full, womanly hips. Her scrumptious belly button, nestled in that firm, yet angel-soft tummy. Her perfectly sculpted thighs, and the gateway to paradise that lay between them.
Her pussy, adorned with pretty blond curls, was wetter than I had ever seen it before, the flesh glistening with desire, her clit visibly erect. She was a beautiful flower, I a hungry bee -- and, prostrating myself between her parted legs, I began to collect the rejuvenating nectar from my lover's petals with an eager tongue, then covered her opening with my mouth to drink deep.
As I bathed my lips and chin in the warm essence that flowed from Anna's cunt, I watched my daughter gasp with delight astride my wife's face; saw Anna's hands as they gently parted our daughter's pert bottom, her tongue darting between little Leslie's cheeks to bathe the tiny cleft of her anus. Then Anna was feasting on our child's sex once more, pleasuring her as my mother had pleasured me so many years ago. The sight was so unimaginably beautiful that I felt tears misting my eyes.
My wife then began to shudder and shake as I continued to love her, and soon her honey filled my mouth when she came for me. I carried Anna through the ebb and flow of orgasm, finally soothing her cunt with gentle kisses.
Then, wanting to share my prize with Leslie, I rose to bring my mouth to hers, kissing our daughter to give her a taste of Mommy Anna's pussy. And as my child and I kissed like the passionate lovers we were, she began to come, still riding Anna's face.
Once my girls had recovered, they turned their attention to me. Leslie burrowed between my legs to kiss and lick at her mommy's sex and Anna roughly claimed my mouth; fucking me with her tongue as she groped my breasts. Then suddenly it was Leslie's tiny tongue that I sucked on while Anna went down on me, probing inside with thrusting, twisting fingers.
My scream of ecstasy seemed to fill the universe.
That night was nearly a week ago. We three have made love many times since then, each of us starry-eyed and deliriously happy about our new life as a family.
We aren't finished yet, though. There is one more person we want to include in our loving circle; someone who deserves everything we can give and more for making all of this possible.
Anna and I will celebrate our fifth anniversary in a few days. We've made plans to take my mother out to dinner, then bring her back home, where the three of us will come together for the first time in a menage a trois. Mom is thrilled about finally getting a chance to share Anna with me, but there's a special surprise waiting for her that she won't be expecting.
You see, she thinks that Leslie will be spending the night at a friend's house -- but when my mother enters our bedroom that evening, there will be a certain eight-year-old girl waiting for us, wearing nothing but a bright green ribbon and bow around her waist...
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