"Hello, Mom . . . Your granddaughter has been an absolute snot all week. I've had it up to here with that little brat. Two more weeks and school will starts. Then I can send her off to kindergarten; maybe they can do something to get her to calm down."

"What on earth has Amber been doing to get you so upset?"

"It's not so much what she been doing; it's all the questions she keeps asking."

"What kind of questions?"

"All of a sudden, she's gotten very interested in babies: where they come form, how they're made, how they get inside a mommy's belly, and why you have to have a daddy in order to make a baby."

"She's just being curious. Have you answered her questions?"

"I've tried to, but she's so young, I don't think she understands what I'm saying; I don't think she knows what the words mean."

"Well of course she doesn't understanding what you're telling her. At her age you have to show her. There is nothing like a real life experience to help a girl get the feel of real baby making."

"Mom, what are you suggesting?"

"I'm suggesting you drop Amber off tomorrow morning and let her stay will me for five or six days. I have a friend, Tom Wilson, who loves little girls. Together, we'll make sure all of Amber's baby-making questions are answered. Tom knows just exactly how to fill that gap in a girl's . . . understanding. After a few nights with Tom and me, she'll understand exactly how babies are made, plus she'll be much calmer and a whole lot wiser."

"Mom, I know what you're planning and I won't let that happen to Amber. She's too young, and now they call it child abuse. I don't want Amber to get hurt."

"Nonsense, I wouldn't let anyone hurt Amber, and it's not child abuse; we're simply going to explaining the facts of life to Amber in manner which she can understand, appreciate and enjoy."

"But what if she doesn't enjoy it?"

"When your daddy, rest his soul, showed you how babies were made, you enjoyed it, didn't you?"

"Yes, but I was in third grade at the time, and Amber is only going into kindergarten."

"Amber's curiosity peaked earlier than yours. But don't worry Tom's cock isn't as big as your daddy's was. For her, it will be a tight but comfortable fit. Tom has quite a following among the nursery school crowd, and I'm sure, that after a few nights with Tom, Amber will able to accept and absorb everything Tom has to offer."

"Oh God, are you telling me that you're going to let this Tom, fuck my little Amber?"

"I can't think of any better way to teach a child about baby-making than to have some nice man slip him cock into her tight little cunt and leave a big gob of cream inside her warm pink pie."

"Oh God Mom, you really know how to push my buttons, don't you?"

"One does, what one can."

"And you want to turn me on."

"Of course. Maggie, are your panties wet?"

"Soaked."

"Good. What's Amber doing right now?"

"She's having a Kool-Aid, tea-party with the girl next door and three of their dolls. They're all dressed up for the party."

"What's Amber wearing?"

"That lacy dress you bought her last year. She's outgrown it. It's way too short for her to wear outside the house. It doesn't even cover her panties when she stands up straight, but when she wants to play dress-up in the house, I let her wear it."

"How does she look?"

"Sweet, happy, innocent, beautiful."

"Sexy?"

"Yes, damn it, she looks sexy."

"Fuckable?"

"What time do you want her tomorrow?"

"Nine o'clock. Tom and I will take her to the park so we can play and she can get acquainted with Tom. Then we'll come back here for lunch and a nap."

"A nap?"

"Yes, like you and your father and I use to take together."

"One bed and no clothes?"

"It's very educational."

"I wish I could be there to watch."

"Not just yet. Let us break her in first, then you can join us."

"Okay."

Oh and by the way, I firmly believe that instruction in lesbian sex should be taught along with baby-making, don't you?"

"I guess so."

"Well, I'm planning to feed Amber all the pussy she can eat. I'm sure she'll develop a good appetite for nice warm pussy. So when she gets home I hope you will be already to let her eat at the Y. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Mom, I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"Good, and remember I love you sweetheart. I love both you and Amber."

"And we love you too, Mom."

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By the first day of kindergarten, Amber had mastered all the mechanics of baby-making. She went on to become the sweetest little grade school slut any pedophile teacher could hope to have assigned to his or her class.

Because of her grandmother's bisexual training, Amber was popular with both male and female teachers. In grade school, she had four male teachers and three female teachers. All of her teachers gave her straight A's. In the sixth grade, Amber got some advanced training in baby making when her teacher, Mr. Adams, knocked her up. Amber delivered a health seven pound, four ounce baby girl three weeks before she started seventh grade. Both her mother and grandmother were pleased at how well Amber had mastered the practical aspects of baby-making.