Mackenzie, Female, 9

	- Daughter of Laney

	- 4'7, 85lbs, beige skin, reddish-brown wavy hair over her shoulders

Laney, Female, 34

	- Mother of Mackenzie

	- 5'6, 145lbs, tanned beige skin, reddish-blonde hair over her neck

Mackenzie had been thinking about what she'd seen earlier that day since she'd gotten home from the horse farm. Her mom had taken her riding all afternoon, the nine-year old's thighs a little sore from sitting in the saddle so long. Mackenzie loved riding horses. They made her feel strong and tingly like nothing she'd ever known. She had felt funny between her legs the whole time, and that sensation hadn't gone away even after she'd closed the door to her bedroom and sprawled out on the bed, still wearing her riding pants and blouse, both a little damp with sweat.

For several months, she'd been aware of something different between her legs. A feeling of tension and excitement. It often came about when she felt giddy in conversation with a boy from her class, or the fathers of her classmates during school events when they smiled at her and let their eyes pass over her. Mackenzie noticed those looks, though she had no idea why it had caught her attention so easily. She knew boys and girls liked each other in some way, she'd even practiced kissing with one boy earlier that year, but when men looked at her, they lingered lower than her eyes, sometimes at her chest, more often down to where her leggings covered her private parts.

She touched herself down there sometimes, just a curious finger or two tracing along the narrow cleft. It felt good and Mackenzie continued to do it over the weeks whenever she used the toilet or took a bath, or sometimes, for an hour or more while trying to go to sleep.

After the day spent riding, they'd gotten off their horses and were walking back to the ranch house when Mackenzie heard a horse snorting loudly. She turned to see that one horse was on two legs over another, the top equine almost holding on with front legs to the other. It was jerking and snarling. Mackenzie had no idea what was going on.

She heard one of their guides whisper to another, just loud enough for the girl to hear, "That one's sure getting in the saddle..." The men chuckled and moved on while Mackenzie just stared at the horses.

- - -

Laney relaxed in the bath after a very long day. She'd taken her daughter, MacKenzie, to the stables and they'd traveled miles on horseback together with a few others and their guides. Laney loved riding, and she knew her daughter did as well.

It had been a long time since she'd ridden anything, beast or man. For several several months, after her husband had asked to separate, she'd been too caught up in dealing with being a single mother and trying to cope with the changes which came from no longer having a husband in the house to have much free time for horse riding or boyfriends.

Instead, she'd occasionally masturbated quickly and gone to bed frustrated instead of satisfied. Even knowing the result, Laney sent ripples through the bathwater when she moved her hand down between her legs and began to touch herself slowly.

- - -

Mackenzie had an idea, of a sort. She didn't know where it came from, but she sat on her bed while positioning her favorite stuffed animal, a friendly, oversized bear with its front arms wide open as if to hug her, something she often did when she needed to feel love. Her dad had left and not come back, and her mother was usually too busy to pay Mackenzie much mind. It made her a little lonely, and the bear she called Mr. Softie was her only real outlet for affection.

Something about seeing those horses that day made Mackenzie feel the need to move her hips around. It sort of made the tingling between her legs grow stronger when she did. She thought that if Mr. Softie could make her feel good with a hug, he might even make her feel better if she hugged him while moving her hips against him.

The bear was large compared to Mackenzie, several inches longer than her even if she stretched her legs fully. She laid Mr. Softie on his back and debated how to go about it. Mackenzie crawled over the bear so that his stuffed arms were around her shoulders, and his plush legs were behind her butt. She sat down, leaned forward, and hugged Mr. Softie as she started to roll her hips over his cushiony body.

Mackenzie giggled when it felt funny, but in a really good way. She giggled again, feeling giddy like when men looked down at her when she wore leggings and their eyes stared at the place where her private parts were hidden. She felt warm and a little tense as she moved. A moan came from her lips unbidden, "Mmmmmm... Mmmmm..."

- - -

Laney was nearing her orgasm, building up quickly if only to get it over with so that she could go about the rest of the chores she had to complete that evening.

In the room next door, Mackenzie's bedroom, she heard her daughter giggle and Laney paused. It made her smile to hear the girl's innocent laughter. Mackenzie was a sweetheart, very kind and thoughtful. Laney knew she hadn't been spending enough time with her daughter, and it made her promise herself to do more things like they'd done that day together.

Mackenzie giggled again, and Laney figured the girl was watching something funny on her tablet.

Her hand still stopped atop her vulva under the water, Laney felt the sensation of arousal begin to slip away and she decided she was done trying to orgasm.

And then she heard something new and very unexpected.

"Mmmmmm... Mmmmm..."

It was rhythmic, muffled but audible through the wall, almost like a sweet song from her daughter's lips. Laney heard it again. Then again. What in the world was Mackenzie doing? And then Laney thought again about the giggles. Had those been somehow a little different than usual? Connecting the dots, Laney could hear more moaning when she concluded that her daughter's sounds were rather sexual in nature.

Drawn unlike any temptation before, Laney rose from the tub, rapidly running a towel over her body and slipping on her robe, not even bothering to tie it shut. She crept around to Mackenzie's room and listened.

- - -

"Mmmmmm... Mmmmm..."

Mackenzie couldn't stop moving, not that she wanted to. It was automatic and natural, the way her hips rolled around Mr. Softie's body, the bear's arms around her as they rocked together. Mackenzie had been right, it did make her feel even better than the normal hugs the bear gave her. It was something like riding a horse, in a saddle, and the feeling down below was just as nice.

"Mmmmmm... Mmmmm..."

The girl was aware that a slowly-spreading warmth was moving out from between her legs, now in her chest, down towards her ankles, up her neck. It was a special kind of warmth, one that made her smile and giggle again.

"Mmmmmm... Mmmmm..."

- - -

The sounds were unmistakable. Laney knew her daughter must be masturbating. There was no other explanation! The girl was only nine, how was that even possible? Mackenzie had shown no signs yet of puberty. Laney had been almost eleven before she'd sprouted hairs between her legs and puffy mounds on her chest, another few months before she'd first come close to orgasm. It didn't seem real that her nine-year old daughter was doing something so mature!

"Mmmmmm... Mmmmm..."

Unable to resist the strong urge she felt to see the event, Laney carefully turned the door knob and silently peered inside.

"Ohh... Mmmmmm... Mmmmm..."

On the bed, her daughter, still wearing her clothes from the day, was riding her stuffed bear, Mr. Softie, almost as if she was riding a horse, mimicking the up and down, side-to-side motion she might have used in the saddle, a motion Laney had, in the past, used to bring herself to orgasm while riding. The woman's eyes were wide, watching her daughter doing something both innocent and naughty. Laney couldn't look away, and even more, she was soon sliding her hand down to her pussy which was still wet from the bath.

- - -

"Mmmmmm... Mmmmm... Ohhh... Mmmm..."

It was building and building, the sense of tension and pleasure. Mackenzie didn't fight it. It was a lot like riding a horse. She had some control, but a lot of it was up to the horse to determine. Whatever was going on in Mackenzie's body was the horse, she thought, so the nine-year old simply clamped down with her thighs and let her movements be driven by the rhythm of the tension and pleasure growing stronger inside her.

"Mmmmmm... Mmmmm... Mmmm... Ohhh... Ohhh... Ohhh..."

It was coming quickly now, more urgent. Mackenzie started rocking the bear, tightening her grip, forcing Mr. Softie's cushioned body to press right between her legs. That sent more pleasure into her and the child moaned more loudly, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm... Ohhhhhhhhhhh..."

- - -

Laney was shuddering with pleasure by the time it seemed her daughter was about to cum. The girl's movements were rolling jerks of hips and clamping legs and a young head tossing around reddish-brown hair around her.

"Ohhhhhhhhh... Mmmmmmm... Mmmmmmm!"

The girl's hips jerked hard, tightening around Mr. Softie. Laney knew it was upon her, and the woman flushed away any doubts or confusion and climaxed, one more powerful than any she'd had in a long time, barely remaining silent as saw her daughter's body tremble into orgasm.

- - -

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm! Mmmooooohhh... mmmmmm... mmmmmm..."

Her eyes closed tight, her mouth mostly locked with gritted teeth, her breath coming rapidly, Mackenzie's first orgasm was a million pleasurable sensations crashing into her at once. She felt it between her legs where she twitched and clenched and trembled, and in her arms and legs where here muscles flared and tensed throughout the climax, even inside her head where the nine-year old felt a rush of euphoric release.

She hovered just over Mr. Softie, mouth open, eyes wide, overwhelmed, trying to catch her breath as her muscles twitched and her limbs shuddered freely. Between her legs, her panties felt cool and wet against her privates. Whatever it was, Mackenzie had no doubt she'd just found the most wonderful experience in the world.

- - -

Laney quickly closed the door and snuck back to the bathroom. Inside, she trembled, both throughly excited and moderately ashamed. She'd watched her daughter orgasming! And worse, the woman had made herself cum while watching! Laney looked at herself in the mirror. There was a smile there, unexpected. She felt really good, actually, despite her shame. Really good. So good, in fact, that she leaned forward, closed her eyes, and masturbated furiously into a second orgasm while seeing again the way her daughter rode her bear and climaxed.

- - -

Her mother came into the bedroom an hour or so later. Mackenzie had left Mr. Softie on the bed while she showered in her bathroom, wearing only a nightshirt over her young body after drying off. She was leaning against the headboard, mostly upright, looking down at the stuffed friend which had brought her so much joy, when her mom closed the door behind her.

"Feeling okay?" her mother asked.

Mackenzie blushed and grinned, "Yes."

The woman looked a little hesitant, then sat on the corner of the bed. Mackenzie could see her eyes looking down at Mr. Softie and the girl knew immediately that her mom knew what she'd done. "So," her mother told her with a kind smile, "I think we should talk about you and Mr. Softie..."

"Mom, uh, I..." Mackenzie began, stammering, trying to find a lie to tell and failing.

The woman held up her hand and smiled even more kindly. "It's fine, Mackenzie. No, it's great, actually, that you discovered Mr. Softie's love... I want to tell you, if you'd like, about my own Mr. Softie. I called him Brownie. I got him as a little girl, and, like you, I had a notion or two... I think you'll understand. Would you like to hear about Brownie?"

The girl felt warm and curious, a little tingle again between her legs, and she grinned, "Oh, yes, please!"

- - -

Eager to tell her daughter about her experiences, Laney stretched out on the bed, Mr. Softie in the middle, and she began to softly pat the bear's fur. As she thought there might be, Mr. Softie had a damp spot right where Mackenzie's spread legs had pressed down. Her daughter's juices had soaked through her panties and riding pants. Laney shuddered and felt herself becoming aroused once more.

"So," she said, losing herself in the narrative, "my parents gave me Brownie for my sixth birthday..."