When my daughter was eleven she came to me asking if she could get her pussy pierced.

Other mothers are struggling with daughter's wanting ear rings but no, my little brat wants a ring threw her clitty!

So naturally I tell her she's too young to get her pussy pierced and naturally when I say no she goes and asks my dad behind my back.

He asked, "What did you mother say?"

"To leave it up to you..."

So now my eleven year old has not just a ring through her tiny clit, on each side of her labia's she now sports three delicate gold rings!

Honestly, she looks so sassy that way I'm thinking about getting my labia's done that way too.

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I have been openly bisexual since I was twelve. Fact is, the reason I started doing the dirty deed with my dad was so he'd teach me how to make love to another girl, specifically Stacy Parker! Oh I had this huge crush on her and naturally that just totally freaked her out!

As a teen I never did have much luck with the girls. Sure I managed to steal a few kisses here and there, been scolded for copping feels but nothing more until I was older and my first real willing partner was not quite what I expected.

So there I was, a young mother, sitting at the kitchen table trying to figure out which bills I can pay without having the power company cut me off or going hungry at the end of the month. Picture me at the table looking frazzled, wearing sweat pants, a baggy jersey, no makeup, my hair put up in a messy ponytail and of course those rather unattractive reading glasses perched at the end of my nose. Definitely not looking my best!

"Hi Miss P. Do you mind if I sit with you?"

"Oh Hi Missy, I didn't hear you come in? You guys are back early, did something happen?"

"Naw, Loir's still at the mall, I thought I'd come back and hang out with you today."

"Well I'm kind of busy here..."

"That's okay; I don't mind just sitting next to you..."

When she leaned over and rested her face on my shoulder, her little fingers gently stroking up and down my arm I froze, pen poised over my checkbook balance sheet. Glancing over at ten year old Missy there was no mistaking that dreamy girl in love look plastered all over her face. Nor did I miss the fact five of the seven buttons on her blouse were undone enough to show me the soft rounded inner curves of her quickly budding breasts. The way she wiggled in her chair told me her little pussy had to gushing inside those too tight hip-huger jeans.

"Miss P, do you like younger girls?"

"Well I like you sweetie!"

Oh I knew what was happening here. It wasn't all that long ago I had been just like her. I remembered my first serious crush. That mad wild hormonal rush of love and lust all tangled together in this crazy emotional high that left me giddy, dizzy and desperately hoping they felt the same way about me! What I never expected was to be the object of a young girl's first crush, to be pursued and yes, even in her awkward attempt at seduction was so adorable!

"Miss P... Jenny... Can I be your girlfriend?"

Another woman would already be talking fast, explaining how, while flattered the age difference made anything more than friendship inappropriate! Not me, I gave a quick silent thank you prayer to god, and then turned to stroke the backs of my fingers along the open neck of her blouse saying,

"I love your outfit---did you wear it for me?"

Shyly she nods, blushing so hard even the tips of her ears turn red. But she still managed to squeak out, "You can touch my chest if you want too?"

Boldly I slipped my hand in the open collar of her top feeling her plump ripe and oh so very firm little girl tit, thrilled to feel her pretty pink tiny hard nipple pressed against my palm. As I feel her up I lean in to nibble on her earlobe and softly whisper, "I've never had a girlfriend as beautiful or sexy as you are, baby girl!"

Missy does this cute little shoulder shrug, nose wrinkle and tilts her head as my lips tickle her ear. At my words she turns to face me with those adorable love sick puppy eyes, "Really, you think I'm...sexy?"

To answer I reach up, brush a stray strand of hair out of face and tuck it behind her ear, and stroke my fingers across her delicate face where she presses her cheek into my palm and closes her eyes.

I could tell she was waiting for her first real kiss and I wanted to make it a good one, a kiss worthy of being that great first kiss.

I started by placing my hand behind her head and pulled her closer; gently I pressed my lips to hers. Softly I sucked on her lower lip then felt her shiver as a dragged my tongue it savoring the fresh flavor of her young sweet little mouth.

Our kiss done she throws her little arms around my neck and trembling, hugs me tight. I nuzzled my face in her wildflower scented hair and again whispered in her ear.

"Oh Missy, we should stop... Do you have any idea what I want to do to you right now... You should go home now before I take you to my room rip off all your clothes and make love to you all night long!"

Her voice just as breathless and husky replies, "I... I... I have to call my mom and make sure it's okay if I spend the night." "Come on, there's a phone in my bedroom you can use."

I was a naughty girl. While Missy was on the phone with her mom I was lying between her legs opening her pants, using my teeth to pull down her zipper. When I saw she was wearing typical little girl white cotton panties I just had to lean in and kiss her rose. While she was saying, "Yes mom, I'll be good, I promise to do everything Miss P. tells me too!" I took that as my cue to pull down her pants and panties together. She was still trying to hold a nice clam conversation with her mother as I kissed and sucked my way back up the lovely slender little girl legs to her plump preteen pussy. Playfully I kissed and sucked on her vulva, used my lips to tug on her labia's. When I used the tip of my nose to press on her clitty she put her hand on my head and gently pushed me back long enough to say.

"Mom, I got to go, their calling me... Okay, love you too, bye!"

I knew I had a big mischievous grin on my face when I asked, "So, ah... what'd your mom say?"

Missy 'Gurrrred' at me, "Do you how hard it is to talk on the phone when you do that?" Of course by the way her hand is still on my head, her fingers playing with my hair, I know she's not angry.

With a wink and a flick of my tongue I ask, "You're not on the phone now...So maybe you'll let me finish what I started?"

"Okay but... can you turn around... I'd kind of like trying to play with you?"

"Oh baby girl, you are so going to be my perfect little lover!"