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Nymphet

Nymphet is copyrighted by Rebecca Stancil 2007 and may not be reposted without permission. h.s.sweetheart@gmail.com
Story Codes: M/F, M/g, F/g, First, Lolita, Reluct, Incest, Pedo, Oral, Mast, Fist, Preg

Please read the first two parts before continuing past this point.


Nymphet
By High School Sweetheart

Part Three

Mom never knew, well I mean she did eventually, but not for a long time. I'd been right too, after that first time we fucked, me and my dad did it all the time, except we waited like two weeks after the first time, since I was really sore for awhile. I had to make up an excuse for my mom the next morning and I told her I'd been on a teeter-totter thing at the circus, up in the air, when the bigger girl just got off and let me drop on my butt. That had happened before, actually, and it had hurt, which was where I'd got the idea. My mom believed me and she gave me some Tylenols too.

"I didn't know they had teeter-totters at the circus." That was all she said and I just shrugged. We hadn't gotten her any cotton candy either, but she didn't seem to notice that.

By the time my twelfth birthday had come around me and my dad were really good at fucking. It felt really, really good, except when he'd push a little too hard sometimes and sort of crash his cock into the bottom of my pussy, but daddy was pretty careful about that, and sometimes, like once in while when I was cumming good, I sort of wanted him to do that anyway. I'd had my first orgasm like oh, maybe the tenth time we fucked and I thought I was dying. I was scared by it, because it just happened and I think I scared my dad a little too, cause I was kind of thrashing around and screaming and he didn't know what was going on. We had a good laugh about it later though.

Orgasms are really fucking great!

I just wish they happened more often, but I guess that's why they're so special. Anyway, daddy fucked me good for my birthday and I couldn't say for sure, no one can except God and he isn't talking, but I think that was when my daddy finally gave me a baby. I never did get my first period. It just never happened and so we never thought about it and we fucked every day, I swear. My mom was getting a little mad too, because my dad hardly ever fucked her anymore and she'd complain. She'd like tell my dad to go buy some Viagra, as if I wouldn't know what that was? I'd watched daytime TV all summer long, believe me, I got more education from Oprah, and Dr. Phil, and Ellen…

Daddy didn't need any Viagra though, that was for sure. If he couldn't make his dick hard for mom, it was only cause all his sperm was inside my pussy. We'd do it just about in front of her too, like dad would be in the garage, working on his car or fixing the lawn mower, and I'd come out in a dress without even any panties on, and he'd bend me over quick. We'd fuck for five minutes, without even talking really, or kissing or anything, we'd just do it, and then I'd smile and wave and run back into the house to the bathroom.

Mom had to be getting suspicious. How couldn't she? You can't fuck about a gazillion times and live in the same house with someone and pretend like she won't know. Sometimes she'd find my panties, you know, like if daddy fucked me and I didn't wash my pussy out right away, which I didn't always, well my panties would get seriously wet with sperm and girly goo. I didn't really pay much attention, so maybe I am dumb that way, but I just didn't think about it. Mom should have just dumped the hamper into the washing machine, But of course she had to separate the clothes, for one thing, and for another she was kind of waiting on my period too, so she'd check my panties for spotting. I had no idea she did that, but she did. And she found spots all right, big old sticky spots of half dried cum, which was pretty suspicious, I suppose.

My dad told her, and this is kind of funny actually, my dad told her he would jerk off in my panties. That was his excuse and can you imagine telling your wife that? Telling her that you jerk off in your little girl's panties after she takes them off and throws them in the hamper, and all the while you haven't fucked your beautiful horny wife in like three months or something? My mom went pretty crazy for awhile, but at least she thought it was just my dad being a pervert. She believed him and my dad just told me to be more careful, that's how bad we were being. We didn't even slow down!

So yeah, on my twelfth birthday, just before my party, my daddy gave me a nice hard fuck in the bathroom. I just sat on the counter and spread my legs, and he shot so much sperm way up inside me it was like my tummy bulged out, I mean I could see it, but my daddy was skeptical when I showed it to him. He'd put a lot in me though, and extra deep, since I was twelve now and he'd got his cockhead right up against the bottom of pussy, right where the entrance to my womb has to be. That cervix thingy, he was shooting me there and it made me cum too, which I always figured opened my up maybe a little extra, you know.

I didn't wash myself out either, cause I was twelve and feeling bad and wicked and happy, and now I was full of daddy's sperm for my birthday. So I went to my party and played pin the tail on the donkey, and busted up a piñata, and had cake and ice cream. I opened presents and smiled for the camera and got my twelve spankings, plus one for luck, from my dad, right on my butt while his sperm was leaking from my pink little pussy. It was the best time of my life and it's so cool showing people my party pictures and thinking to myself, I was full of sperm in that picture…and that one…and that one too. And maybe I even had a baby inside me.

Two weeks later I was puking my guts out after supper. My stomach felt so bad and I was crying, I mean it was terrible. I wouldn't stop throwing up, all night long. My mom took me to the doctor in the morning, and my dad went to work, but he was worried too. They thought I had food poisoning or something. The doctors did too and so they took urine and blood and even put a funny camera thing down my throat like maybe they could see something in my tummy, but it was empty. I was there dry heaving into a bed pan when the nurse called my mother away. The doctor and the nurse and my mom all stood talking for a minute and then my mom fell down.

They woke her up eventually and talked some more and I guess the doctors had to call the police, since I was only twelve years and two weeks old. My mom sat by me, but she didn't even have to ask. She knew my daddy had fucked me and I was sorta glad I didn't have to tell her. Mom looked pretty mad.

"Would you rub my tummy for me, mommy?" I asked softly, laying in her bed in our new house in our new city.

"Are you okay?" My mom asked, cause I was just two, or maybe three months pregnant then.

"Yeah." I nodded. "I just like it when you rub my tummy."

"Okay." My mom agreed and I made her wait a second cause I wanted to take my nightie off.

I was naked except for my little panties and my mom was naked except for her really thin t-shirt. I liked it like that and when I felt her hand on my tummy, which wasn't big at all yet, but maybe just a bit more round if you used your imagination, it felt good. The doctor said I'd be showing soon and he thought I was just like ten weeks or so, maybe only nine, but he said I'd show early because I was just twelve and so little. He said they'd have to watch me extra close too and when I had my baby, they'd probably have to do a c-section, but maybe not. I hoped not, they hadn't told me exactly what that was, but I got the idea they'd have to cut my tummy open and that was pretty scary.

"Can you feel anything?" I asked my mom.

"Nope." My mom smiled in the soft light of the hallway as it came through her open bedroom door.

"I can't wait to feel it kicking and stuff." I sighed.

"You will, honey." My mom sighed too, but for a different reason probably.

"Did I used to kick a lot?"

"Oh yeah." My mom smiled at me and her hand was so gently. "You were really fussy, especially after dinner."

"Oh yeah?" I giggled, even though I'd heard that before a lot.

"Uh-huh." My mom nodded. "But after you were born, you were such a good baby. You didn't cry at all."

"I hope I have a good baby." I put my hand on top of mom's, sort of guiding her hand under mine.

"Do you think my boobs will get big?" I wondered, and I was sliding her hand up to my nipples because they were puffy and a little achy.

"Uh, maybe…I suppose." My mom wasn't sure she wanted to be rubbing my flat little chest, but I wasn't letting her go.

"That feels so good, mommy." I sighed. "I want to have big boobs like yours."

"You're still young, honey." My mom reassured me. "It'll happen."

"And milk too. Will I get milk, mommy?" I asked, looking at her face as I pushed and pulled her fingertips around my left nipple.

"We should go to sleep." My mom said. "We have a lot of unpacking to do tomorrow."

"Just a little more, mommy…Please? My nipples hurt kinda." I told her and I was only sorta lying, they actually felt so good it was like they hurt.

"We shouldn't…" My mom started, just like my daddy had, and I knew she wanted to.

"It's okay mommy, just a little bit." I nodded my head and mom was nodding too. She liked my nipples, small and puffy and even a little hard as they tried to grow, tried to fill up with milk. But it was too soon for that.

"Just a little." My mom licked her lips and I smiled at her.

We rubbed my nipples for several minutes, first one and then the other and I could feel myself getting moist. I almost wished my daddy was there too fuck me again, but he'd had his turn and now he was up the river without a paddle. It was mommy's turn now and she had to love me; I was all she had left in the whole world. Mommy would love me good, just like daddy had, and it would be fun and different and I'd be her special girl.

"Do you want me to rub yours too, mommy?" I asked her. "It feels really good."

"No, um, that's okay…" Mom withdrew her fingers then, and I didn't stop her. 

I knew she'd say no the first time, but that would just make it easier for her to say yes another time. She might say no to me three or four or a dozen times, but every one of those no's would cost her a little and eventually she wouldn't have enough willpower left in the bank. She'd think about me in between all the times she said no, imagining what saying yes might be like, and that would cost her too, I thought, the same way it had cost my daddy. 

It wouldn't take a dozen no's, not even half that many, I thought. She was curious and wanting to be loved as much as daddy had been. Mom was a beautiful woman and she knew it, and she was still young and desirable and she'd lost her husband to me. That would make her wonder too. I hoped she was jealous, and I thought maybe she was, but she loved me too much to show it, and blamed my dad for everything. I just wanted her to know what it was like to be helpless.

I slept with her every night for a week, always coming into her room and always asking, until one night I was already there, waiting for her and if my mom was surprised by that, she didn't show it. I was changing her already and it made me happy inside and when my mom hesitated, just for a moment before undressing in front of me, it made me giggle. It made me feel grown up because mom hadn't been shy like that before I'd gotten pregnant, but now she was. 

She looked through her panty drawer, wrapped in a towel after her shower, and I knew she was wondering if she really had to put a pair on. I'd come to her bed seven nights in a row and she'd been naked from the waist down every time. Nothing had happened. I was only twelve, mom was in charge anyway. That's what she was thinking. And we were both girls, mother and daughter, and so why did she have to change? She decided she didn't and I smiled because I wasn't wearing any panties either, just my nightie and that wasn't much at all.

"Rub my tummy, mommy." I told her and it wasn't a question. 

She did it for me every night and by this time I didn't even have to put my hand on hers. She would rub my little tummy for a while and gradually her hand would move higher and higher, feeling my flat chest and then the soft bumps of my nipples, which were already hard. Just being close to my mom was enough for that. I could smell her, all clean and sweet and soft. That has its own smell, you know, softness, and even a certain taste on the tip of your tongue. I could taste her on the air and I imagined myself bathing in her like that.

There was something else besides, another flavor that I'd recognized immediately. When I'd come into her room tonight the bed had been hastily made and still warm, still damp with sweat and I could smell him. It was Tuesday and I'd been in my room, looking at words without reading them, and listening to that bed squeaking and rattling and thumping. The social worker had come, to see if my mother was fit to be my mom, and he'd spent his two hours in bed with her. 

I didn't like it. He was taking something of mine, that's how it felt. She was my mom and not his at all. He was using me to use her and in my little brain that was bad. I lay there, feeling my mom, well fucked and well washed, playing with my nipples. She wasn't just rubbing them, she was pinching and pulling and thumbing them so that I would arch my back and gasp when it was just right. She liked that now and even that man's cock inside her pussy wasn't going to change that, but it could someday, if I wasn't careful.

I'd have to do something about him, about that man. That's what I was thinking and I started wondering if he wouldn't like me to sit in his lap and call him uncle and give him happy kisses when he came to visit. Secret kisses, that we wouldn't tell my mom about. If he'd fuck my mom, he'd fuck me, why wouldn't he? Everything I knew about people and men I'd learned from my dad. I'd make him want me, I could do that, I'd had a lot of practice. I'd make him want me and even let him have me, and then I'd send him up the river, where he belonged.

"What's so funny?" My mom asked me.

"I was thinking about that man." I told my mom honestly. "That Mr. Thayer."

"Oh." My mom stopped moving her hand for a moment. "Do you like him?"

"Not really." I shook my head. "Do you?"

"Not really." My mom smiled. "But sometimes we have to be nice to people we don't like."

"Yeah." I nodded and mom was playing with my nipples again as I lay on my side facing her.

I reached out, slowly in case mom wanted to stop me, and I took her left breast in my small hand. It was on the top as she lay on her right side, and heavy and firm and my mom shivered but she didn't stop me. I pressed my palm against it and her nipple was hard already, much harder than mine and I rubbed it around slowly.

"I love your boobs, mommy." I told her.

"I love yours too." She said and it was like she was letting out a sigh of relief, finally saying something she'd kept inside for too long.

"Really?" I smiled at her and my mom nodded. "Do you want to kiss them, mommy?"

"I…" My mom hesitated and licked her lips. 

"Can kiss yours?" I asked. "Like I'm a baby again? Can I do that?"

"Yeah." Her voice cracked and I knew she'd wanted that for a long time, maybe since I'd stopped nursing as a baby. 

"I'll be your baby again, if you want, mommy." I whispered and I moved closer and she helped me with her t-shirt, pulling it up above her tits, but not completely off, not yet.

"Suck mommy's tits, honey…Ohhh…" 

She hitched a sharp breath as my mouth found her nipple and if she was shy with me before, now she wasn't at all. Her arms went around me and it was like she was cradling me to her, stroking my hair and back while I pulled her nipple hard into my mouth. I wished she had milk for me, warm and sweet, but she didn't. I suckled her like a newborn though, literally, using my tongue against her flesh and even my teeth, biting and nibbling at her stiff nipple.

Mom kissed my head and neck and cheeks and when I lifted my mouth from her tit I found her lips easily. She was ready now, ready to kiss me finally, and I needed that. I let her do it. I didn't kiss her, mom was kissing me and it was important because she was older, she was in charge, and she was the one doing it to me. It had to be that way at first, and so her tongue filled my mouth and I sucked it and tickled it with mine. After this it would never be the same, never ever again.

"We can't do this." My mom breathed a few minutes later and she was pushing me away. 

I didn't say anything. My dad had been the same way and I knew mom would change her mind. The next time we kissed, I'd jerk her off too, I promised her that silently, with my eyes, and maybe she understood, but probably not. She was just confused is all, not sure how or why she'd started playing with my nipples, or letting me kiss hers. The want was in her, but she was so used to denying it that it felt strange not to. So she was trying to find normal again, but that was gone forever now. Normal didn't exist cause we were doing it, mom and me, we were going to fuck soon and she knew it.

I wasn't exactly sure how two girls fucked, but I figured it had to feel pretty good, I mean since we were both girls. Mom would know even better than my dad what felt good for me and I'd just do the same thing for her. I was hungry for it, starving to fuck my mom and most of all I just wanted to feel her tits on mine. My puffy titties rubbing her big full ones. I don't know why I liked that so much, but I did, and it was hard not to try and talk her into doing more right then, but I had to wait. Girls are different than boys, and if mom was like me, she wouldn't be rushed, she'd be patient and so I had to wait. 

Mom would tell me when the time was right.

"Hi, Mr. Thayer!" I smiled at him.

I was sitting on the front steps and it was Tuesday night, five minutes before seven. He was right on time, like I knew he would be. He wasn't an ugly man, not handsome either, but just a guy with a bit of a tummy and thinning hair. He'd have to really be funny, or smart, or rich, or something to get a woman like my mom to fuck him. Mr. Thayer wasn't any of those things though, he was just ruthless, which is a pretty cool word and I liked using it a lot. I'd read it in my Harry Potter book and I'd looked it up in my dictionary, and Mr. Thayer was ruthless when it came to fucking my mom.

"Uh, hi, Jennifer." He smiled back.

He stopped and looked down at me and I was wearing some shorts, really loose ones too, and I had my knees up and spread, sort of wagging them in and out so he could see I was just wearing some little red panties underneath. He could see everything and I was showing it to him.

"Do you think my tummy is getting big yet?" I asked him. 

I leaned back on my arms, arching myself a little and my t-shirt was way too small. It showed off my tummy and my nipples especially, which were always puffy it seemed like, but especially since I'd been pinching them while I'd waited.

"Uh…" He licked his lips and he wasn't really looking at my tummy at all. I figured red must have been his favorite color in the whole world right about then.

"You know what?" I smiled.

"Hrrrm…" He cleared his throat and pulled his briefcase in front of his crotch like he was hiding behind it. "…What?"

"I'm gonna have my baby and I ain't even had my first period yet." I giggled. "Ain't that funny?"

"Yeah." He said slowly with a nod.

"I thought of something else too." I leaned forward again, sort of lowering my voice in case somebody might hear.

"What's that, Jenny?" Mr. Thayer leaned forward too.

"I can't get pregnant." I lifted my eyebrows and grinned.

"What do you mean?" He looked confused and so he went back to looking at my panties.

"I mean if I did it some more." I shrugged. "I wouldn't get pregnant cause I already am!"

"Ohhhh…well, yeah…" Mr. Thayer looked into my eyes and blinked.

"Isn't that cool?" I asked him.

"That's…Yeah…" He laughed nervously, but now I knew he was interested and that was all I'd wanted to know, really.

"My mom's working tomorrow night." I frowned. "She got an old lady babysitting me, but she always falls asleep early."

"Is that right." Mr. Thayer blinked some more, like he had one of those nerve problems.

"Yeah." I nodded. "She's pretty boring. What do you do for fun?"

"Me?" He almost choked. "I, uh, well…I'm married, so…"

"Oh." I smiled at that. "Too bad. I don't have any friends, I was thinking maybe you could be my friend."

"Well, sure." Mr. Thayer said. "I'm your friend, of course."

"Would you come over and play with me sometime?" I asked giving him a little smile.

"I, well, maybe your mom would…"

"She wouldn't have to know." I pursed my lips and looked up at him. "I'm really good at keeping a secret."

"That's, uh…"

"You could be my secret friend, if you wanted to." I told him, biting my lip and spreading my legs a little wider.

"I'd like that very…"

Just then the door was opening and my mom was there.

"Oh…I didn't realize you were here." Mom gave Mr. Thayer a look and then she looked at me, but I'd closed my legs tight anyway and I just looked up at her.

"Mr. Thayer was asking me if I'd made any friends, mommy." I made a face. "But I told him there weren't too many kids around here."

"Yeah, I know dear." My mom nodded sympathetically. "When school starts, it'll be better."

"Yeah." I nodded.

"So why don't you go watch a little television, okay? I think Mr. Thayer wants to talk to me for a little bit now." Mom said, meaning of course that Mr. Married Thayer was going to give my mom a serious fucking because he'd be thinking of me.

"Sure mom." I sighed and got up slowly. "See ya later, Mr. Thayer."

"Uh, yeah." He replied. "See ya later, Jenny."

end of part 3

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