Loving Ashley, Part 1

by Single Mom

Donna Corbin was a 29-year-old teacher, mother of a 9-year-old daughter, and a lesbian, unattached at the moment. She was lying on her king-size bed in a deep sleep, lulled there by the sounds of a torrential storm: thunder, lightning, and the rain pelting on the aluminum awnings over her bedroom windows. She felt warm and secure, remote from any source of danger.

Her revelry was soon broken by the sounds of her daughter Ashley standing next to the king size bed crying. "Mommy, I peed the bed," the little girl sobbed.

Donna sat up, throwing her legs over the side of the bed. "Oh Ash," she said sleepily. "Take those wet panties off," Donna said, rising from the bed to go to the master bathroom for a warm wash cloth and a towel.

When Donna returned to the bed, Ashley was standing there naked, complaining that the bottom of her t-shirt got wet as well. "Get up on the bed, sweetie," Donna said, noticing her young daughter's puffy pubic area for the very first time. The inner labia protruding from between the outer labia as if swollen from being rubbed or fingered to the point of excitement.

"Honey, have you been touching yourself?" Donna asked as she applied the warm wash cloth to her young daughter's genitals.

"Uh-huh," Ashley said in a near whisper as she felt the warm wash cloth come in contact with her "Tinkle."

"Sweetie, why did you do that? Was it because you were afraid of the storm?"

"Uh-huh," the child said softly. "That's when I peed."

"Well, uh—how long have you been doing that?" her mother asked.

"Since Beth showed me how," Ashley explained, referring to her mother's ex-lover.

"Beth showed you how!?" Donna exclaimed in near horror.

"Uh huh. She said that you and her did that all the time."

"Well honey, grown ups sometimes do that, but—"

"It feels good, Mommy, 'cept this time I peed."

"Honey, did Beth have you rub her there too?"

"Uh-huh. Sometimes she just rubbed me there, and sometimes she kissed me there."

"Oh my God!" Donna exclaimed, forming a mental picture of her ex-lover kissing and licking her daughter's vagina. "Did she kiss it inside too?"

"Yeah, Uh-huh."

"Show Mommy where she kissed you, baby."

Ashley spread her legs and placed a finger between her labia and moved it around as if it were a tongue, going all the way up from her anus to the small nub that was her clitoris.

There was an unexplainable stirring between Donna's legs, and try as she might, Donna could not stop herself from placing a finger on each side of the child's clitoris and rubbing it gently. "Like this?" Donna whispered in hushed tones.

"Uh-huh," Ashley moaned, thrusting her hips as she removed her own finger to give her mother full access to the magic spot that was slowly arousing enthusiasm and excitement between her legs.

Donna responded to her daughter's actions by rubbing faster and more firmly as her own excitement caused her to lose her good sense and sound practical judgment.

Ashley arched her back, raising her hips from the bed, increasing the pressure of her mothers fingers on her clit. "Uh-huh . . . Uh-huh," Ashley grunted as her mother's exertions worked their magic on her steadily growing clitoris, soon producing the desired results.

Donna stared in amazment as her daughter's body stiffened, then went through the severe spasms of an orgasm. For some reason or other, she had never thought about her 9-year-old daughter having an orgasm. She had read a paper on child sexual development that claimed that children have been known to touch their genitalia while still in the womb, and were masturbating by age three, but to actually have an orgasm? If young children were indeed sexual beings, why did society forbid them to enjoy the pleasures sex until age 18 when God gave them the ability to have children by age 11 or 12?

But seeing was believing, and she had just witnessed Ashley having a heart-pounding orgasm as witnessed by the telltale signs of vaginal, anal, and abdominal contractions, an orgasm caused by her mother's efforts, which brought Donna herself to the very brink of her own orgasm.

Donna scooped up her trembling daughter and held her close to her chest. She stroked Ashley's blonde hair, and kissed her eyes, cheeks, and finally her lips in a most un-motherly fashion. She had just crossed a line that she could never retreat from.

* * *

When she awoke the next morning, naked, and her child naked next to her, her emotions ran the full gamut from shock, horror, and guilt, to sheer pleasure and joy. Donna stared down at her naked daughter and had an overwhelming desire to make love to her. Donna leaned over and kissed her daughter, shoving her tongue into Ashley's mouth. After several seconds of indecision, Ashley began to suck on her mother's tongue while Donna reached down with her left hand and gently inserted her middle finger into her daughter's vagina, discovering sadly that Ashley was no longer a virgin. She silently cursed Beth for robbing her of that gem.

"What do you want?" Donna teased as her daughter began thrusting at her mother's finger.

"You know," Ashley grunted.

"No I don't know, you have to tell me."

"I want you to do stuff with your finger."

"Do stuff? Do you mean fuck you with my finger?"

"Yeah, Uh-huh."

"Then say it, baby. Tell Mother what you want."

Ashley began thrusting her hips violently. "I wanna fuck like you and Beth did. Please Mommy! I wanna be a big girl like Beth."

Donna went down on her knees between Ashley's parted legs, placed her hands behind Ashley's knees and pushed up until her daughter's toes pointed toward the ceiling. Ashley's shoulders and back were all that came in contact with the bed. Donna peered down at her daughter's smoth vagina, at her inner labia swollen with engorged blood and slick with her vaginal juices. Donna breathed in the sweet fragrance of young pussy, wet with the juices that seeped from the child's vaginal walls.

Donna's own thighs trembled with excitement as she peered into her daughter's eyes as if seeking approval for what she was about to do.

Ashley stared back at her mother with wide glazed eyes, a trembling lower lip, and her sweet cherub face distorted with anticipation.

"Are you my big girl?" Donna whispered.

"Uh-huh," Ashley groaned.

Donna began by licking her daughter's clit and flicking at it with her tongue. Ashley's head was flailing from side to side, tossing her golden locks wildly, moaning, crying, whimpering.

Donna's tongue moved down and pushed past the child's labia and bored into her wet vagina, pushing in and out, licking and drinking the childs juices, her tongue and lips making wet sounds as she engulfed the child's entire pussy with her mouth and sucked.

Donna strugghed to hold Ashley's thrashing legs still while she continued to drink and suck through the child's orgasm.

* * *

"Am I a big girl?" Ashley asked after she regained her breathing.

"Yes, darling, you're a very big girl," Donna told her.

"So teach me how to do that to you," The child pleaded.

Continued in Part 2. Comments and criticisms appreciated.