Hot Milk
by Sindy070
It just been my daughter Emma and I for some years now, and not once had I missed having a man around the place. But I did miss the sex, and I found myself remembering those far-off days when I used to fool around with girlfriends. Over the last couple of years my thoughts have been purely about women and girls and I guess I’m becoming a lesbian, certainly in my dreams, fantasies and even my travels on the internet.
I had for some time been having naughty and downright dirty thoughts towards my darling daughter, and to start with I would repress them as hard as I could, telling myself that it was wrong. That just made it worse of course and I found myself masturbating while thinking about her so many times!
I was a member of many on-line communities and I started to seek advice about what I was feeling and experiencing, and I soon found out that I was not alone; far from it, there were an awful lot of women like me out there who either dreamed about their daughter or who were actually in a relationship with their daughter. I started to feel a little more comfortable with the whole issue and over a period of time I not only grew to accept my feelings but decided that I wanted and needed to act on them – I wanted my daughter!
I got all sorts of advice from some wonderful women, but one in particular – Jan from over the water in the States – had by far the most practical advice; she told me that she knew how to make up a powder that could be slipped in a drink to make the drinker relaxed, horny and very open to suggestion! It was something that had been in her family for generations and she had used it to great effect in seducing her daughter who now regularly shared her bed.
Some of the ingredients were hard to get hold of and I had to order them from specialist suppliers over the web. This gave me plenty of time to plan for the big night, although I had started already by getting Emma used to seeing me wear very little around the house. She had followed my lead and often walked around the house in just a nightshirt, or sometimes a bra and panties. This always had my heart hammering and my blood pressure up as I enjoyed the sight of her developing 11 year old body – long slim legs, a cute ass and pert little boobs, topped by her pretty, almost-elfin face and her long blonde hair.
The wait for all the ingredients was maddening and I was spending an increasing amount of time late at night surfing the web and getting myself off, chatting with women online and playing with myself as we discussed sex with girls. I spent hours watching films online and looked at thousands of pictures of horny teenage girls having sex with older women, and I quite often woke in the morning to find I had slept in a huge damp patch of my own making.
Finally the last of the ingredients was delivered and I was making the powder up, measuring and crushing and mixing everything up until I had produced a rather innocent looking odourless pale powder that I poured into an old spice jar. I had two more days to go before the night I had planned with my daughter and I was a knot of sexual tension and nerves – would it work or would Emma just think her milk tasted a little funny and go to bed none the wiser?
Still, I made it to Friday night, and while Emma was watching TV I took a nice long soak in the bath with a large glass of wine, shaving myself and making sure I was ready for what I hoped would be a night of intense love-making. By the time I was done, dried and returning to the lounge in just my dressing gown it was time for Emma to take a shower.
“When you’re done I’ll have your milk ready and we could watch some TV together,” I told her.
“I like the sound of that mum,” she smiled at me as she bounced out of the room.
The next thirty minutes were sweet agony, and by the time my daughter returned I had almost given in and played with myself. She thanked me for the hot milk and I watched her carefully as she slowly sipped it – no comments about a strange taste were forthcoming and I breathed a little sigh of relief; so far so good.
We sat either end of the sofa and as we watched TV I kept stealing glances at my daughter – she was wearing her short nightshirt and with her legs curled up under her I could see most of them; such lean smooth thighs that I so wanted to touch, to stroke, to lick. Her little boobs were in perfect outline and I could clearly see her little nipples – oh God, I was getting so wet!
With her milk finished I asked Emma if she wanted to cuddle up to her mum and she did, scooting over on the sofa and snuggling up to me as we watched a programme about a lesbian bar. After a little while I realised that Emma was getting a little unsettled and fidgeting a lot, and I guessed she was enjoying the show like I was.
“That’s a pretty sight isn’t it?” I asked her as we watched two pretty young women kissing passionately on screen, “I wouldn’t mind being one of them.”
“Would you mum,” Emma asked me as I saw her rub her thighs together, “would you kiss another woman?”
“I’d do more than that honey,” I smiled down at her, “I’ve not been interested in men since, well, you know.”
“I...I wonder what it must be like to kiss someone like that,” my daughter murmured, blushing so sweetly.
“You’re never kissed anyone like that?” I asked her, pulling her a little tighter to me.
“No,” she admitted, “No-one has ever tried.”
“Really – no-one had tried to kiss my beautiful daughter?” I asked, pulling her face around so we were looking straight at each other, “that’s such a shame. Would you like to try it?”
“Who with?” she asked me, her eyes widening.
“Me of course,” I chuckled, “I would love to show you just how good it is to be kissed like that.”
“Really? I thought we weren’t supposed to do things like that?” my darling daughter asked me as we gazed into each other’s eyes.
“What harm can it do?” I asked her, “and it’s not like we’re going to tell everyone is it?”
“Well, OK then mum,” Emma replied, looking a little excited – maybe the powder was working after all.
“Close you r eyes honey,” I said, my tummy fluttering and my pussy twitching as she did so, and I lowered my head to kiss my daughter’s sweet lips. Emma responded eagerly to my touch and I pulled her little closer as the kiss grew in intensity, my tongue soon finding its way into her mouth. Emma really liked that if her soft moans were anything to go by, and she was melting into my arms as our tongues wetly twined together, the pair of us kissing like that for what seemed like hours.
“Wow mum!” Emma gasped when we eventually surfaced for air, “that was amazing!”
“It was wasn’t it?” I smiled, noticing her flushed face and hardened nipples, “you know, it could be even more amazing if you wanted.”
“What do you mean?” my daughter asked me, a look of excitement on her face and a tremor in her voice.
“Well, first why don’t we get naked?” I asked her, guiding her onto her feet in front of me. Her eyes widened and she gave a little gasp as I undid my gown and opened it up, shucking it off where I sat. Then I leant forward to grasp the bottom of her nightshirt and as I pulled it up Emma raised her arms to let me remove it.
“Sit on my lap honey,” I told her after gazing at her sweet naked body, “let’s kiss again.”
Really, she didn’t hesitate in doing as I told her, sitting on my lap and putting an arm around me as we closed our eyes and kissed once more. My daughter was responding with real passion and it was making me so wet and horny, so I decided to go further. I moved my hand around and placed it over her left breast, stroking and squeezing that mound of soft, warm flesh.
Emma groaned happily into my mouth as our tongues played with each other, so I played with her little nipples until it was rock hard. I shifted her slightly on my lap so that I could do the same with her other breast, loving the feel of her soft young body and the way she responding to my touch.
Feeling bold and confident I moved my hand down over her trembling tummy, our mouths still glued together as my fingers touched the light covering of hair on my daughter’s mound. Emma moaned again and parted her legs a little, clearly indicating her acceptance of my actions. My hand was trembling a little as I went lower and gently ran my fingers over my girls little slit, feeling the heat that was building up in her.
Her outer lips were closed as I ran my fingers slowly up and down the crack between them, pressing a little harder and feeling the moisture that was starting to seep out of her. My daughters breathing was starting to get quite laboured now, so reluctantly I broke away from her sweet mouth, both of us gasping.
“Oh mummy!” my little angel moaned happily as my fingers continued to rub her little slit, “that feels so good!”
“I know sweetheart,” I replied, smiling at Emma as I eased my finger into her slit, sliding it up and down and splitting it open, “there are so many things I can show you, if you want me to?”
“Oh yes please mummy,” Emma panted as she wriggled on my lap, “I want you to do everything!”
I kissed her again as I trembled with lust and excitement before gently easing her off my lap and placing her on the sofa next to me. Emma watched me as I slid off the sofa and knelt before her, pulling her slim little legs wide apart and lifting her fit up onto the sofa.
“Scoot forward baby,” I told her, guiding her so that her bottom was right on the edge of the sofa, “mummy’s going to eat your hot little pussy!”
I could see the excitement in her pretty little face as she watched me move in really close, my face only an inch or two from her sex. I gazed at her perfect little pussy, the reddening of her outer lips, the glistening pinkness of her slightly opened slit, even her little pink rosebud screamed out for my attention. I contented myself with slowly running my broadened tongue up the length of her sex again and again, making her groan and tremble as I revelled in the taste of her pre-teen pussy.
With trembling hands I reached up and used my thumbs to part her, pulling her open and revealing the pink and wet interior – the shy little clitty, her peehole and the untouched tight little vagina. I looked up at Emma and she smiled happily down at me, mouthing the words I love you. I mouthed them back and stuck my mouth in her juicy little haven, licking and sucking every inch of her sex.
I heard her wail and whimper with pleasure as I ate her hot young flesh and feasted on her sweet young pussy juice, teasing her clitty one moment and pushing my tongue against her hymen the next. I was getting so wet I could feel my pussy cream running down the inside of my thighs but that meant there would be plenty for my daughter to enjoy when she went down on me.
My lovely daughter was shaking and gasping as she started to experience her first ever orgasm (I felt so horny realising I was making her cum for the first time) and I was by now holding her trembling thighs in place as I made love to her with my mouth, her juices coating my tongue and smearing on my face.
“Oh, stop, stop, mummy, please!” I heard her cry, but there was no way I was stopping now – once she had experienced an orgasm she would crave more of them, and I would take great pleasure in giving them to her. So I held her tighter and glued my lips around her little clit, sucking it between them and lapping it with my tongue. Emma’s please got more incoherent and then she went both quiet and rigid, thrusting her groin up against my mouth as she started to cum.
My daughter was on such a peak that she barely made a sound, nothing more than a breathless whimper escaping her lips as she thrust herself spastically against my face, my chin soaked with her cream as it pressed against her pussy. I released her clit from my mouth and moved it down to lick and suck up her sweet nectar that oozed from her sex – she would clearly take after me in having a very wet pussy.
Emma slumped back on the sofa as her climax ended, her legs going limp in my hands as I tenderly cleaned her up with my tongue. I moved back and lowered her legs, gazing at my baby as she got her breath back, smiling the smile of the satisfied as I got up and sat down beside her.
“Did you like that then honey?” I asked her between soft and gentle kisses, seeing the flush on her body, the stiffness of her nipples, and the slight sheen of sweat on her forehead.
“Mum that was incredible,” she sighed, “I’m glad you didn’t stop!”
“I knew you didn’t want me to, really,” I chuckled, “it can come as a bit of a shock though.”
“It did!” she laughed as I gently toyed with her breasts, “but it was the best feeling ever.”
“Well, I will happily make you feel like that whenever you want baby,” I assured her, “because your pussy tastes so good!”
We kissed and cuddled some more, and this time Emma started to explore my body with her hands. I let her do just whatever she wanted and I spent the next short while moaning and sighing with pleasure as my daughters little fingers moved all over my body, her lips returning to the nipples she once suckled from only a few years ago.
“Mum, can I...?” she asked nervously, indicating my groin.
“Honey, you can do anything you want,” I assured her, “just tell me how you want me.”
Well, she wanted me lying back on the sofa, one foot on the floor with the other over the back of the sofa so that my swollen and soaking wet pussy was fully exposed to her. She lay down in front of me and giggled as she saw how wet I had got.
“That’s how much you turned me on Emma,” I told her as she studied my sex, “I get very wet when I get aroused.”
I don’t know how long she spent doing it, but my little girl kept my juices flowing as she explored and examined me in minute detail, loving my smooth hairless sex as she pulled and stretched and prodded and pushed every inch of my pussy. She had me gasping as she eased the join of my pussy lips open and made my burning clit stand to attention, discovering how I twitched and gasped as she tickled it with her nail.
I was making a little puddle of cum under my bottom as Emma explored my cunt, feeling the opening before pushing a finger inside me, smiling as I flexed my pussy muscles around her finger. She added another and started to move them inside me, making me gasp loudly.
“Will this make you cum mummy?” she asked me, smiling up at me.
“Oh yes baby!” I gasped, “You carry on like that and I’ll cum all over your hand!”
“Cool!” she replied with a big grin as she started to move her hand back and forth, finger fucking me hard and fast and making those wonderfully disgusting squelching sounds. I lay there gasping and panting happily as I played with my tits and tugged on my nipples, telling Emma how good it felt and what a good job she was doing. Without my prompting she used her other hand to rub my swollen clitty and that really had me trembling and moaning – she was a natural!
“Are you going to cum mummy?” she asked me.
“Oh god yes sweetie, I’m going to cum!” I gasped as I felt my climax building up, “I’m gonna cummm!”
Cum I did, thrusting my cunt back against Emma’s hand as she pumped her fingers in me, my clit on fire under her fingers as my muscles tightened and my cum burned through me. I could feel my cunt muscles clenching and unclenching around her fingers and my love juices were almost pouring out of me and onto the sofa (thank god it’s leather!).
Emma clearly loved what she was doing to me, her face a picture of wonder and delight as she made her mum have a very loud and very wet orgasm all over her pumping hand. She kept me up there for quite a while but I had to get her to stop, as it was all getting to much for my tender snatch. As I started to calm down I watched as my little girl pulled her sopping wet fingers out of my dribbling twat and stuck them in her mouth, smiling as she tasted me.
“Do you like the taste?” I asked her as she licked her hand clean.
“Do I? It’s not like anything I’ve tasted before, but I love it!” she beamed at me, scooping up more of my cream to eat.
“Good girl, because I’ll be making lots more of it for you eat!” I chuckled, “now come here and give your mum a cuddle before I take you to bed...”