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The XXX-Files
Copyright 2005-2006 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.
Codes for this chapter only: FF, Consensual, Oral, Fist,
Nun, Roleplay - Age (Fg)
The XXX-Files
fiction by Rachael
Note: I'm still looking for a decent title. This is just the working title. I'll continue this story at my earliest opportunity.
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Chapter One
Sister Victoria's Secret
"You can go right in, A.D. Moore is waiting for you." The secretary smiled briefly and went back to her typing.
I suddenly wished I'd used the bathroom before coming up to the eighth floor. It wasn't every day that an agent trainee had a personal meeting with an Assistant Director of the FBI. I opened the door slowly, peering into the spacious office, and then deciding that was a bit too meek, I stepped inside properly.
"Close the door, Wells, and have a seat." The man was older, in his sixties, and wore horn rimmed glasses. He was behind his big desk, reading a file of some sort.
"Thank you, sir." I did as he'd indicating, settling into a large leather chair and crossing my legs a little self consciously.
"You've been with the Bureau for almost 3 months, I see. Graduated Summa Cum Laude out of Stanford with a degree in..."
"English Literature." I nodded. "Elizabethan Poetry." I don't know why I added that.
"Elizabethan." He nodded too and looked at me. "How useful is that degree?"
"Useful sir?" I frowned slightly. "I'm not sure I understand."
"A masters in English Lit, in Elizabethan Poetry or whatever, how useful do you think that background will be in your duties with the Bureau?"
"Uhhh, well..." I had to stifle a nervous giggle. It did seem silly when he put it like that. "Not very useful, specifically." I was trying to think positive. "But, the discipline, the achievement of getting a post graduate degree in less than four years, will help I think." That didn't sound convincing, even to me.
"The discipline." He sort of sucked at his lower lip. "I see."
"Issss...that what this is about?" I asked slowly. "My degree?"
"What?" He seemed startled. "Oh, no, not at all. I was just curious." He smiled and I'd heard he was an asshole, now I believed it. "No Wells, this is about an assignment. A special assignment that you're being considered for."
"Oh." I didn't know how to react to that, but my surprise was natural.
"You're 22 years old." He stated and I nodded. "Single." I nodded again. "No...boyfriends? Fiancé' anything like that?"
"Um, no. Not right now." I sort of looked over his head, staring at the wall, wondering if he was going to ask...
"How about a girlfriend?" He stared at me.
I'd taken the polygraph, everyone did, and among the questions were several about sexual orientation, experiences and the like. I'd told the truth and so, the truth was in my file.
"Not, uh..." I licked my lips. "Not at the moment. Nothing serious." The girl I was seeing, a lawyer with the State Department...She could be serious, if she wanted to be. I felt my heart beating faster.
"But, you are a lesbian, right?" He was being blunt to the point of rudeness, in my opinion.
"Yes." I answered quietly. I'd been assured it wasn't a problem when I'd applied to the FBI...It was a new century, a new administration, new rules...
"Okay." He looked through my file again. "How uh, how young do you think you could look, Wells."
"Excuse me?" I didn't understand what he meant.
"If you really tried, how young do you think you could make yourself appear? With the right clothes, makeup, whatever." He leaned back.
"I..." I lifted my hands helplessly. "I don't know. Sixteen, I suppose, 15 maybe..."
"This is what our computer guys came up with, based on your photographs. The official ones and uh, well, some unofficial ones." He pushed a couple pictures across his desk and I picked them up slowly.
They were 8x10's, full color, of me! But I was different, I looked like I was 12, maybe even 11 years old again. Especially in the nude photo, full frontal, showing my real breasts, which are rather petite at best, and my vaginal area, except in the picture I was shaved smooth.
It was shocking and more than a little disturbing. "What is this?" I whispered. My hand was shaking and I dropped the pictures on the floor.
The Assistant Director waited until I picked them back up. "There are groups of people in this country dedicated to the exploitation of children, Miss Wells. The sexual exploitation of children. One of these groups, according to some information we've received, is composed of women who abuse their daughters. It's like a social club, a very exclusive club, that no one has been able to crack."
"Why?" I asked, since he was waiting for it.
"First off, to get in, you have to be a woman with a daughter, a lesbian. The child can be adopted, or natural, it doesn't seem to matter." He shrugged. "Secondly, the dues for this club are fifty thousand dollars, up front. No one, no law enforcement agency that is, will ever get that kind of buy in money without better evidence than we've been able to get so far."
"Fifty thousand?" I didn't really believe it, of course. First off, how many women could there be who would abuse their own daughters? And second of all, why all the money? You could abuse a kid for $52.50 at the Airport Holiday Inn, it happened all the time.
"Apparently that pays for facilities, entertainment, and who knows what else. These women, these pedophiles, are not regular people, Wells. They are powerful individuals in politics, business, whatever, and there are no limits to the extremes of their perversity."
"Extremes." I nodded. This was sounding like a particularly bad episode of the X files. Especially the part about me being 12 again. "So if this, conspiracy of perversion is so secretive and powerful, and we have no evidence, and no money...?" I looked at him with the obvious question unspoken. What the hell were we investigating?
"A girl, a ten year old, apparently escaped briefly, got to a phone and called her father. Told him mommy was making her do bad things. He called the Director and wants his girl found."
"Called the Director?" I looked at the A.D. and he nodded. "Personally?"
"The man is a Senator, David Hudson. His daughter, Suzy, is the missing girl. His ex wife lives in the Seattle area and so we think that's where the girl is. She got custody when they split up 3 years ago."
"Why think?" I shrugged. "The girl lives with her mother, why not get a warrant and talk to her?"
"We tried that. The girl Suzy is apparently out of the country, attending a very private and exclusive boarding school in Switzerland. The school didn't respond to our inquiries and the Swiss government, helpful as ever, doesn't want to be involved in an American domestic dispute."
"So maybe the girl is there..."
"Maybe not." The Assistant Directory agreed. "Anyway, combined with other rumors, tidbits, and hearsay, none of which add up to a hill of beans, the Bureau is prepared to launch a small, deep cover investigation. The Senator is providing funding and it will be completely black and completely deniable."
"Deniable." I thought about that.
"You get in trouble out there and there's no cavalry, Wells." The A.D. was staring at me. "The Senator wants zero publicity on this and we sure as hell don't want it public that we've become a bunch of private investigators for people with political clout."
"I see." I didn't see, really.
"You're not an agent, Wells, you're a trainee. But due to your intelligence, which is notable." His voice softened. "And more importantly, in this case, your appearance, we could use your help."
"I'd play the daughter, I take it."
"Correct." He reached over and pushed a button on his phone. "Barbara, would you ask Special Agent Lawson to come in please."
We waited until a moment later the door opened and a woman stepped in. She was tall, very attractive, and older than me, perhaps 30 or 32, I thought
"Special Agent Pamela Lawson, thanks for coming up, this is Stacy Wells." The woman smiled at me and nodded and I smiled back. She sat down in the chair next to mine and the Assistant Director looked at me. "Special Agent Lawson has been fully briefed and she's seen your file. She's agreed to this assignment and if you agree, it'll happen tonight. You'll be granted a leave of absence from your training and given the temporary grade of GS 12 for administrative purposes. You won't be an agent, you don't get a badge, or a gun, Miss Wells. This isn't 'Silence of the Lambs' or anything. Your only contact with the Bureau will be through Lawson to me. Nobody else will know anything about this operation."
"I understand, sir." I licked my lips nervously. It's a little scary being in that situation.
"It'll be fun." The woman said softly and I glanced at her, catching a look in her soft brown eyes. I wondered suddenly if she was hitting on me in the A.D.'s office and I quickly looked away, blushing slightly I was sure.
"So, if you can accept all that." The man opened a folder and pushed it towards me with a pen. "Sign the bottom and initial the Disclosure Agreement. If you don't want to do it, nobody in the Bureau will ever hold it against you. No record of this conversation will be in your file. You can go back to Quantico and rejoin your class."
I looked at the pen for a moment. He really hadn't given me a whole lot of concrete information. There was no time line, no real plan of action at all. I'd be very dependent on Special Agent Lawson, a woman I knew nothing at all about, and if we ran into problems, no one to turn to for help. But, it was just a bunch of women molesting little girls, right? How dangerous could that be? And who knows, maybe this would fast track me within the Bureau, stranger things were known to happen.
"I'll do it." I nodded and picked up the pen.
"Good. Lawson you know the drill." He opened his desk and pulled out a large manila envelope, handing it to her. "Keep me up to date on this one." He seemed to be chiding Lawson just a little.
"Yes sir." She smiled and stood up and I stood up as well, nodding to the A.D. on our way out.
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"Do you have anything you absolutely can't leave behind right now?" Lawson looked at me as we stood in the hallway waiting for an elevator. "A dog, goldfish, cookies in the oven?"
"Ummm...No." I shook my head. "Just a phone call." I didn't know what I was going to tell my girlfriend.
"Okay, good. We're going to my place then. Whatever you need, clothes, make up, toothbrush, we'll pick up later at the mall." The elevator arrived and we stepped inside, crowding a few people towards the back.
"Mall?" I whispered as the doors closed.
"Where else would a 12 year old go to buy clothes?" Her reflection in the polished metal doors grinned at me. "I hope you keep up with fashion."
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"I can't believe this." I was sitting in Special Agent Lawson's car, looking through my new identification. "Becky Daniels, 12 years old, student at the Immaculate Virgin Academy, well...At least I have a good report card." I sighed. "Library card, membership at the Olympic Riding Club? Horses?
"Horses." Lawson chuckled. "You can ride a horse, right? Suzy Hudson is a member too."
"Uh, I rode a merry go round once." I sighed. "Let's see..." I had 11 years worth of life to learn, places I'd never been, people I'd never known. "Who makes this stuff up?" I wondered out loud.
"You better learn all that, and more. Memorize the legends, the background, it could save our butts someday." She glanced at me. "And the sooner we get used to our roles, the better. It has to be better than second nature..."
"First nature?" I suggested and laughed. I knew she was serious, but it sounded so melodramatic.
"Sure, okay, first nature." She agreed good naturedly. "You start calling me mom, all the time, even when were alone, and I'll call you Becky. I've done 3 undercover assignments and that's the easiest thing to mess up, believe me."
"Okay, mom." I sighed.
"I've got a little packing to do at my place, and we need to get you cleaned up. Then we'll go shopping," she smiled at me, "and get to bed early. We're on the 6am to Sea Tac. We have a house already, and a car waiting for us." She gestured to the files in my lap. "It's all in there."
"Right." I nodded. "Can I ask you something, uh, mom?" It was going feel real stupid for awhile calling her that, I could tell already.
"Sure, Becky."
"You saw my file, and that I'm...well, I'm out, you know, gay." I felt very uncomfortable with this and I guess the other woman could tell.
"And you want to know about me?" She looked over at me and I nodded.
"It was up to me who I wanted with me on this. There were three choices, you and two other women, both agents." She checked her mirror and changed lanes. "They could look young enough, probably. But they weren't...experienced." She smiled and I let her go on. "I'm a lesbian, yes and this assignment, well...If we have to, perform..." She glanced at me meaningfully, "...we need to be convincing."
"If we have sex." I said softly and she nodded.
"Right. I mean, we don't know what could happen, but if it means the difference between success and failure, we can't hesitate."
"I understand."
We were quiet for awhile, each of us with her own private thoughts.
"Mom?" I finally asked.
"Yes Becky?"
"Do you think we should practice?" I looked down at the file in the dying light of the setting sun. "Just in case?"
My new mom nodded her head slowly and smiled. "I think so, dear."
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"Here, let me do that for you." Mom's voice made me jump a little.
I was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, having just finished a nice hot soak while mom packed her suitcase. I hadn't let the water drain yet though, because I was preparing to shave my pussy, something I'd never done before. I was dearly afraid of cutting something tender, even though the disposable razor I had looked fairly harmless, like a toy or something.
Having a stranger walk in on my bath was a little weird too, and my first impulse was to grab a towel and cover myself. Lawson looked professional though, even wearing a simple bathrobe like she was, and it was obvious I'd have to get used to our roles. Mom's did stuff like that when you're just 12 years old, walking in on you unexpectedly. Lord knows my real mom did it often enough, but she'd never molested me either. Maybe she'd wanted to? That thought flashed into my mind and I pushed it aside immediately, that was not something I wanted to even imagine.
"I've never done this." I giggled nervously and blushed.
"It's okay." The woman assured me. "I used to do it when I was in college. It's real easy once you get the hang of it. Better than creams, or even waxing, believe me." She made a face.
She took the razor from me and grabbed the little can of shaving cream I'd found. It was a man's brand, which I'd thought kind of strange, but I suppose it all works about the same.
"You don't have very much hair anyway." My mom observed. "You don't shave your legs either, do you?"
"No, uh uh, I've never had any hair that was noticeable on my legs, or my underarms really." That had been actually sort of disappointing to me on some level, but I didn't say that.
"You're lucky." She smiled at me. "And beautiful, Becky." She cupped her hand and dipped it into the tub, gathering water and letting it run over my sex. "That's the real reason I picked you." She wasn't looking at me, really, just at my vagina, covered with a dark wet patch of pubic hair. "Because I loved the way you looked in your picture." Her voice was so soft and I just sat there, listening and watching.
Pamela, sorry...Mom, really was a beautiful woman and I suppose she looked enough like me that we could be sisters, or mother and daughter, if we played the roles correctly. She's tall, 5'10 and proportioned wonderfully, with soft round hips, a narrow waist, and full round 34C breasts. Her hair is light brown, almost auburn, and her eyes a gentle shade of chocolate, I think. Her face is attractive as well, very intelligent, with a rather smallish nose, slightly upturned and luscious lips. A girl could do much worse in the mom department, I'm certain
I'm smaller, all around, which is the reason I was on that assignment of course. Just a fraction over five feet tall, all of 97 pounds soaking wet, with a narrow, boyish body, and breasts that aren't worth mentioning. I wear sport bras, generally, because I really only need to hide my nipples. They're dark and usually hard and could poke someone's eye out if I'm not careful. But my ass is nice, as more than a few of my girlfriends have told me, strangers too, and I'm in great shape. I like running and back then I was running every day at Quantico. I have a nice smile, doe eyes, and a pert little nose that I can wiggle like the witch on that old TV show. I'd cut my brown hair short, in sort of a quasi French Curl before I'd joined the Bureau, but I wanted to let it grow out again. Having long hair was a pain, but I kind of missed the rituals sometimes.
"So beautiful." Lawson was saying. "I've never wanted children, but if I did..." She laughed at herself and I smiled.
"I was sort of shocked when I saw my pictures." I admitted, referring to my file in the Assistant Director's office.
"I bet." Mom grinned and she started rubbing my sex gently, massaging around my slit and I wondered if this were part of the shaving process. "You were under surveillance for a few days down in Quantico. They took some pictures of you in the showers I think, in your room too."
"That's..." I shifted my hips a little, not really trying to press my pussy against mom's hand, but I didn't mind that it happened. "...scary."
"Yeah, but we had to do the composites." She shrugged. "But you want to know the real scary part?"
"Ummm...what?"
She pushed the button on the can, filling her right hand with a little greenish blob of shaving cream. "A.D. Moore is probably jerking off to those pictures right now." She grinned at me and I groaned. "He was all over you in his office, couldn't you tell?"
"What?" I looked at my mom in shock. "No! I mean, I didn't notice anything." I shrugged, staring down at my sex as mom turned the green gooey stuff into white foam, covering my pubic hair with it. "I don't really pay attention to men, I guess."
"You should." The woman told me. "Guys like that are all over the Bureau, believe me, and being a lesbian is like painting a big target on your ass."
"Ohhhh..." I gave a little gasp as she pinched one of my pussy lips, pulling it slightly with her left hand.
Mom used the razor slowly, shaving my skin gently, away from my distended labia. "They think a lesbian is a challenge, a real sport fuck." She sounded a little bitter, I thought. "And a guy like Moore can break your career before it even gets started, believe me, the guy's a pig."
"Something happened to you once?" I prompted, hoping I wasn't getting too personal.
"Not me, no, but a...friend. A girl I was close to, she was in the Minneapolis office when Moore was just a Section Chief. She wouldn't give him what he wanted, so he posted her to crap assignments, cases we call 'No Go's' because they're never going to go anywhere. A few of those and your record starts looking spotty, a couple more, and you're ineffective."
"What happened to her?"
"She got burned at her last performance review and packed it in. Wrote a letter and that was it...." Mom had finished half of me already and she pinched and pulled my other lip, keeping the skin taut as she scraped away the hair. It actually felt kind of nice.
"She killed herself?"
"What?" Mom paused, looking up at me and seeing how serious I was she laughed and shook her head. "No. She wrote a letter of resignation and went back to Iowa." She bent back to her task. "Just as bad I suppose." And we both chuckled at that.
She finished shaving me in silence and when she finally washed my pussy, bald as it had ever been when I was 12, I could only stare at it. It looked fresh and pink and my labia, the long rubbery outer lips of my pussy, were plainly visible, as was the hood of my clit.
"You have a pretty pussy, Becky." My mom was staring at it as well. "How does it feel?"
I looked at her, smiling shyly. This was the first time I'd ever been so intimate with anyone without being...intimate. It was weird. "You tell me, mom." I suggested and she grinned, touching me with her fingers.
"Nice." She nodded. "We'll have to do this everyday, you know, or maybe every other depending on how fast it grows. Stubble will give you away and it itches when it grows back. It definitely makes you look a lot younger though." Her fingers stayed on my sex, stroking me and sliding up and down my slit.
"Do you like little girls?" I asked in a little girl voice. I needed to practice that too, speaking like a young teenage girl again. What a drag. I was going to spend a lot of time at the mall, I could feel it.
"Say it again, not quite so nasal though. More melodic, maybe..." She suggested and I did it a few times, changing my inflection and pitch. Sometimes it was seductive, sometimes annoying, and sometimes pretty funny. The whole time mom was rubbing my pussy, and I was getting damp.
It was a fun game though, and after ten minutes I thought I'd found a pretty good voice. It wasn't quite innocent, but definitely sweet. A sugary, buttery sort of voice that some girls just had without even knowing it.
"Ohhhh mommy, you're making me feel funny!" I whispered and stared into my mom's lovely eyes.
"Am I baby?" She licked her lips. "Do you want mommy to kiss it for you?" Her thumb was playing over my clit, coaxing it from the soft confines of its hooded sheath.
I turned slightly on the tub, lifting my left leg and draping it over the woman's right shoulder. "Please mommy, kiss me..." I paused timidly, "...down there..."
"Oh Becky, mommy is gonna make you feel so nice!" She murmured and dipped her head down between my thighs, her tongue softly licking along my slit slowly, bottom to top and back.
It was a wonderful, wicked game, and I hadn't felt this turned on in a long time. But first encounters were often like that, at least for me. I put my hands on her head, feeling the softness of her hair, stroking her as she licked me tenderly. Mom was a woman who knew how to take her time, letting my pleasure build slowly, and that was so nice. I was soon very wet and mom began pushing her tongue deeper between my folds, lapping at my little hole and occasionally taking my lips in her mouth, sucking and nibbling them until I was begging for release. She brought me right to the brink, to the very edge of my orgasm, and then she slowed, just kissing the insides of my thighs, dragging her teeth across my skin.
"Ohhhh, please...please mommy...." I was almost crying, rocking my hips slightly, trying to find just a hint of pressure on my sex.
"Does my little girl want to cum?" Mom teased me and I could feel her breath across my aching clitoris.
"Oh, yessss...." I hissed softly, "Make me cum, mommy...let me cum now!"
And she did, giving me sweet release as her tongue found my slit, and her fingers rubbed my clit rapidly, working it in soft circles until I was moaning loudly, bent over and clutching the woman awkwardly as my orgasm surged through me. It was fantastic and as she slowed and my moment passed, I sagged slightly, relaxed and sighing with pleasant satisfaction.
My mom sat up, smiling at me and I could see my juices on her face, on her lips and chin and cheeks. I kissed her, dipping my tongue into her mouth, and tasting myself, sweet and tangy and strong.
"Thank you, mommy...Thank you..." I was smiling, as if I couldn't ever stop. My mom really knew how to eat pussy and that was such a good thing! I couldn't wait to repay her in kind. "Do you want me to kiss you, mommy?" I asked, staying in that same innocent little girl role.
"Oh yes, baby..." She smiled. "But not now, we have to get you some clothes before the mall closes." She stood up, helping me to my feet as well. "I'm hungry too." We both laughed at the same time and moved to get dressed.
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Later that night, after we'd shopped and eaten and generally had a pretty good time, almost like a first date, I had a little one girl fashion show for my mom. We were staying at a hotel near the airport, for convenience, more than anything else, and it was getting late...But I wouldn't have been able to sleep anyway. I was feeling too excited, and I think my mom was too, six am flight or not.
"Ta daa!" I stepped out of the bathroom for the third time in ten minutes. Mom was on the bed, propped up on pillows in just her panties and bra, watching and commenting on the clothes I was trying on.
"Turn around." She commanded, twirling her finger in the air. "Nice...But you can't wear that in public."
"Awww...Mom!" I groaned. It was a way short skirt, made of imitation red leather, with a wide black leather belt and a halter top, made of something like vinyl that had a zipper running down between my breasts. It was sleek and shiny and creaked a little when I moved. "The lady at the store said everybody's wearing this!"
"No, it's too..." She made a face. "...sexy. You look like a prostitute." She judged.
"But you didn't even see it with the shoes yet!" I dug through a couple boxes and pulled out a pair of black leather slings with 4" heels. They were ludicrous and beautiful and frightfully expensive. I put them on, sitting down momentarily on the bed, and then I stood up, walking around with my ass suddenly pushed out, my back slightly arched, my small breasts upturned nicely my whole posture forced into a shape determined to get me impregnated. It was obscene, especially since I was wearing pigtails.
"Oh my god." My mom just covered her eyes with her hands.
"Isn't it great, mom?" I laughed, unable to keep a straight face any longer. "Look!" and when mom opened her eyes I lifted the hem of my skirt, exposing a tiny white lace thong.
"No!" But she was laughing too.
"Maybe it would be better without the underwear." I pondered, grinning at her. "Can't I wear this to school? Just once? Pleeeeease?" I whined.
"Come here, Becky. Mommy wants to give you a spanking." She patted the bed beside her and I walked over, my little body moving this way and that, like a wanton teenage prostitute. My mom drank me in with her eyes, she knew this was all for her benefit. I wouldn't be caught dead walking around in public like that, although I knew there were a lot of girls who did.
"Am I bad, mommy?" I snuggled next to her, pressing my face to the swell of her breasts, and moving my bare leg up and down over her thigh. "I'm sorry, mommy. Don't spank me." I kissed her skin, just above the cup of her bra.
"No, you're not bad, Becky." Mom whispered, cradling me to her and stroking my head. "You're mommy's good girl...Now, why don't you show me how good you can be, huh?" She was giving me a little push, urging me to move down her body. "Kiss mommy's pussy now...No, leave your clothes on, dear."
I grinned and smiled into her eyes, then slowly began kissing my way along her body. She was so soft and smooth and warm, I touched every part of her with my hands, and followed with my tongue, leaving a little trail of wetness from mom's breasts to her thighs. I could smell her sex, pungent and damp already with her juices. She was so ready for me, I knew, so wanting me to please her.
I kissed and licked her through the fabric of her panties, making an ever growing stain with my saliva until finally I pulled the silky material to the side and gazed upon her sexy slit. She had thick dark curls of hair covering her vagina and I pressed my lips to it, feeling it tickling me. I breathed her in and touched the tip of my tongue to the very top of her sex, wriggling it against the nub of her clit, still hidden away. I wanted to make it as good for my mom as she'd made it for me earlier, and so I took my time, teasing and exploring her slowly.
I found out quickly that my new mom was really into fingers. As I pushed one inside her slowly, feeling the soft moist folds yielding, she started rolling her hips, pushing herself against the intrusion. I worked my finger in and out slowly, enjoying the sensation of her pussy seeming to suck at it like a baby's mouth. I put my mouth on her clit, nibbling it gently just between my pursed lips, and pushed a second finger inside as well, twisting and turning them.
"Ohhh, yeah Beck....Mmmm...Finger me, baby!" She was whispering breathlessly, with her eyes closed and back arched. "Fill me up...fill mommy up, baby."
I lifted my mouth, smiling to myself and savoring the taste of the woman. I have small hands, real small like everything else about me, and I wondered how much she really wanted. I pushed a third finger inside and she was growing wetter by the second, grinding her ass down, working against my fingers with her pussy. I had my thumb pressed against her clit and my pinky flirted with her anus, while the other three fingers wriggled within her sex.
"Do you want more, mommy?" I teased her and she was groaning loudly, expressing her desires.
"Oh yesss, yes...fill me up, fuck me Becky...please...It's so good!" She was playing with her breasts, I saw, pinching her nipples and rubbing them excitedly.
I'd never fisted another woman before, although I'd been with a real butch dyke once who had wanted to do me. I'm positively tiny down there though, and had declined the offer. Mom didn't look so large either, but she was positively flooding and my pinky slipped inside easily, joining the other three. It was excited and sexy to see, and feel, and I was able to turn my hand any way I wanted with no problems at all. In fact, turning my hand, from penetrating her slit up and down, to more side to side with my fingers closely together, seemed to drive mom over the edge.
"Uhh...Uh...uh huh...yeah...all of it...put it all in...uhh..." She was panting and practically in tears, I thought.
"Okay mom," I breathed. "I'm going to fist you..." And I took a deep breath, probably more out of sympathy than anything else at that point, and withdrew my fingers until I could tuck my thumb down. I pushed inside the woman slowly, despite her desperate efforts to go faster. She was humping my hand, her ass practically bouncing on the bed, and it was more accident than intent when my entire hand suddenly disappeared into mom's cunt.
She really did go nuts then, and it was almost funny, comical to see. She flopped up and down and her hands gripped my wrist, as though I were a toy she could fuck herself with. She pulled my arm, and I pulled my fingers into a fist, uncertain how deep I was going to go. I didn't want to hurt her, of course. And she felt so hot, so wet and tight inside. My clenched hand was moving inside her, just a little, just enough to bring her a series of rapid orgasms. I could feel her muscles spasming around me, her body seeming to pull me deeper at times, and then attempting to push me out. I just lay there, prostrate on the bed between her legs, staring as more and more of my arm disappeared between her glistening pink folds.
Mom fucked herself on my fist for a good ten minutes at least, moaning loudly and bucking her hips and ass, until finally she'd had enough. Exhausted, I think, she relaxed slowly, letting go of my arm finally, and sinking into the mattress. I pulled my hand out of her slowly, carefully, watching as her labia gaped and stretched with the effort. There was a lot of juice, a small river it seemed of mom's cum washing out of her when my hand finally emerged. I put my mouth on her, kissing and licking softly, trying to make her feel good as she lay there. Her pussy was wide open, closing back to its original shape only slowly, and I pushed my tongue inside, lapping at the soft pink interior. She was wonderful tangy, a strong pungent taste, and I drank as much of her as I could before crawling up and falling asleep in her arms.
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Our cover was that of a well to do, recently divorced woman and her only daughter, moving to Seattle to enjoy a quiet life of privilege. Sounded simple enough, and really not all that different from my real life's experience. The Senator, apparently, was good for the funding, although I hadn't been briefed on any of those details.
"What you don't know, can't hurt us." Mom had told me.
And then she'd gone on to explain that it wasn't personal, just that my lack of experience worked against me in some ways. I'd know only what I needed to about the operational details, and that way I could focus exclusively on my role. I guess it made sense, and it certainly made me feel like a kid, that was for sure. When I'd really been 12 I hadn't known or cared about where our money came from, I just knew we had it. I was struck with a great wave of deja vu.
We had a nice house in a nice part of Seattle, the north part and right on the Sound. We had a little boat house, but no boat. Our sailboat was tied up at the marina. Mom drove a late model Jaguar and one of my instant and biggest regrets on seeing it was that I'd surrendered all my real identification, including my driver's license, to the Bureau for safe keeping.
"Please, mom? Pretty please? With sugar on top? With ice cream? Mom!!!! Please!"
"Nope, nope, nope...You can't drive until your 16, Becky." Mom would take extra pleasure from promising me things she'd never have to deliver. "When you turn 16 I'll buy you a car, any car you want." She was always testing me too. "When is your birthday?"
"July 27th." I muttered, sulking in the passenger seat.
"Don't pout, dear. You're too pretty for that." Mom was saying.
I just stared out the window. Sometimes, I think, we sort of got on each other's nerves with our roles. We couldn't always tell what was real and what was an act. I really wanted to drive that car, you know? We could have gone someplace, out in the country, and done it. But noooo...She had to play mother all the time now! It wasn't fair.
We'd been there about two weeks, getting settled and everything. I'd spent most of that time just practicing being a teenage girl in public. I spent hours and hours at the mall. Enough so I had the three highest scores on the Brittany Spears Dance Machine at the arcade.
This was my first day of school, which was both tedious, since I hadn't particularly enjoyed 7th grade the first time I'd gone through it, and exciting, because this time I really was smarter than my teachers. I had a master's degree, for crying out loud, and I was only 22...How many of those people could say that? I instantly corrected myself mentally. I was only twelve. It was like living in a George Orwell novel. I had to use Doublethink to avoid Thoughtcrimes, like thinking I was an adult when I wasn't.
I wasn't real happy with my wardrobe either. I was going to an all girl catholic school, The Immaculate Virgin Academy for Girls. Thus I was sitting in a scotch plaid skirt that reached exactly one inch above the knees, white knee high socks, white cotton blouse with a shamrock green tie, black shoes with half inch heels, and my hair was in a ponytail. When I got out of the car I'd put on my green blazer too, completing the outfit. I looked like a complete dork, I thought, and it was no wonder catholic girls had to put out! They'd never have friends otherwise!
"You have a nice day, dear." Mom said as I opened the door. "Give me a kiss."
I had a wicked thought and I turned towards her, grinning.
"A nice kiss." She whispered, her lips frowning slightly. "People are watching."
"Okay, okay." I sighed and kissed her cheek, remembering how the night before we'd 69'd for an hour. "See ya later, mom." I grabbed my bag and slammed the door.
I guess I had to go to school. There was no other choice really, and this was one of the best private schools in the city. Suzy Hudson had gone to this school, before transferring to Switzerland. If any of my classmates were in the Social Club, as we'd taken to calling it, then I needed to find out. My mom would be looking in her own, grown up ways, or so I assumed.
Of course you just can't walk around asking girls if their mothers rape them. That just won't do, but for the life of me I couldn't think of an alternative. It was just my first day of school though, coming in mid semester in October. The other kids were already comfortable, settled in, and familiar with each other. Maybe being brand new would create some opportunities.
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"You must be Becky." The woman was smiling and much younger than I'd expected, considering she was a nun. She had a pretty face, about 35 or so, I thought. "Come in, please, and sit down. How do you like the Virgin Academy?"
She said it with such enthusiasm I almost burst out laughing. "It's um, nice." I nodded. "Sister." I kept forgetting to add that.
"Well, I'm sorry I interrupted your class, but I just simply had to meet you!" She had sent a girl with a note to fetch me from my Social Studies class.
"That's okay." I was going to cross my legs, but most 12 year olds didn't do that. So I just sat with them slightly spread, slouching a little, with my hands in my lap. I wondered what this was about.
"I'm Sister Victoria, Becky. I was supposed to be here when you visited with your mother last week, but I was away, unfortunately." We were sitting on old, soft furniture. She on a small couch, and me just a few feet in front of her, on a stuffed chair.
I nodded like that made sense.
"I'm one of the student counselors." She smiled. "I'll be your counselor, as a matter of fact, and I hope I can meet your mother one of these days too. We have so much to talk about!"
This woman just sprayed enthusiasm! "Uh, we do?" I didn't have to try very hard to look properly bored.
"Oh yes, dear!" She nodded sagely. "You need to start planning your future today." She reached between us and touched my knee, massaging it so lightly I might have imagined it.
"Okay." I licked my lips and nodded.
"A girl like you..." She smiled even more, if that were possible, "So lovely, so...smart and lovely..." She was repeating herself, and her fingers slid a fraction up my thigh. "The world is full of possibilities for a girl like yourself."
I sat there, no longer bored at all, staring into the woman's eyes as she spoke. She wore a blue habit, not the traditional black I'd have expected, and it matched her eyes. It covered the woman completely, except her face, hands, and feet. I wondered what color hair she had to go with those wonderful blue eyes.
"Um, thank you." I said.
"Where is your father?" The nun asked me, without removing her hand from my leg. It just rested there, warm and dry and I tried to ignore it. "I didn't see any mention of him in your school records."
"Oh, my dad?" I'd practiced this a lot. "He went away." I shrugged. "Him and my mom they, uh...(sigh) they used to fight sometimes. Yell and stuff."
"Oh, you poor thing!" Sister Victoria slid her hand up and down my thigh sympathetically.
"And, I guess he didn't love us anymore." I looked down, speaking quietly. "I was just 6 or 7 I don't remember him anyway." I had to pause for effect. "Very much." A little sniffle and I was ready for my academy award.
There were at least 6 versions of that, depending on who was asking and under what circumstances. This one was perfectly tailored to the nun sitting across from me.
"You poor, poor dear!" She stood up and pulled me to my feet. I wasn't sure what was going on until she enveloped me in a warm, tight hug. Her hands ran up and down my back, and I could feel her breasts pressing to my face. They felt firm and utterly free under her gowns. Nuns didn't wear bras? I'd have to investigate that, I thought.
At that point, I must confess, I was sure our little meeting was over, but it wasn't. We sat back down and Sister Victoria was smiling again. Now that we'd hugged, I guess the bad past could be forgotten.
"So, tell me about yourself, Becky. Do you have a boyfriend yet?" She sounded like she already knew the answer and it was just one of those funny questions grownups used to break the ice with kids.
"Huh?" I shook my head. "My mom won't let me have one." I was free styling here, but I thought it would be easy to improvise. I'd do what any 12 year old would do and blame my parents.
"She won't?" Sister Victoria looked appropriately surprised.
"Uh huh." I made a little face, like I was telling her a secret I didn't like. "My mom doesn't like boys very much."
"What do you mean, dear?" She leaned forward a little and I suddenly realized I'd earned a little more attention than I'd wanted.
"Uh..." I was trying to think quickly. "Because, um...I'm not sposed to say."
"Not supposed to say?" The nun looked confused. "Well, you can tell me, Becky. I'm your friend."
The problem was that I didn't know what to say! But Sister Victoria took my silence for reluctance, and that was fine with me.
"It's alright then." She touched my knee again. "You don't have to tell me anything." She smiled and kind of looked away, towards the windows as if considering something. "You know, some of the other girls here, their mom's don't really like boys either."
"Oh?" I wasn't exactly clear what we were talking about anymore.
"Oh yes." She nodded. "I mean, some of the girls tell me...things. Secrets, you know, about their mothers. It's hard keeping a secret all to yourself, isn't it?"
I nodded, but wasn't sure what to say.
"How about if I tell you a secret." Her hand was moving again, back forth along the inside of my left thigh.
"Um, okay." I sort of shrugged. "I guess."
She leaned close to me, naturally pushing her hand way up, under my skirt and I instinctively closed my legs a little, almost trapping her hand there. If Sister Victoria noticed though, she didn't move it an inch. She just caressed me.
"I don't like boys either." She whispered with a smile.
I giggled then, the nervous high pitched laugh I'd practiced so many times. "But you're a nun!" I pointed out. "You're not sposed to, are you?"
"Noooo." The woman agreed and gave me a little wink, of all things. "But we're not supposed to like little girls like you either." Her voice was like a warm breeze, barely felt until it was gone.
I almost blurted out a very big 'Excuse me?'...but instead I sat back, wide eyed and staring at her. Would a 12 year old really understand what the nun, this chaste symbol of purity, had just said? I decided I'd understand part of it, the part I could associate with my mom, and maybe that would be enough.
"You...mean like my mom?" I whispered it.
"What about your mom, dear?" Sister Victoria was smiling again, but it was a clever one. She thought she'd outsmarted me, I was certain. It was good, I'd give her that.
I licked my lips, realizing what I needed to say. There was something here, maybe something important, and this nun was dying to tell me. But she wouldn't do it unless I used the magic words...Or else, and this is what frightened me, she was straight, just using a very mean trick to find out if I was a victim. But no, this was too quick for that, too soon to go out on a limb with no evidence. I had to go with my instincts.
"You can tell me, Becky." Her fingers were practically brushing my panties now, and that was another big point against her being on the up and up.
"My...mom, she likes girls." I was saying quietly. I closed my eyes, hoping that would be more effective. "She, kisses them, and stuff. Sometimes. And..."
"Yes?" Sister Victoria was so close I could smell the Camay soap she used.
"She kisses me too." I took a deep breath and held it for 30 seconds, then let it out slowly. "Down here." I opened my eyes and gestured between my legs. "Sometimes."
"Really?" Sister Victoria's smile had faded, but only a little.
"She doesn't hurt me!" I spoke more quickly, feeling I had to defend my mom, naturally. "She just does it sometimes, to make me feel good. And it does feel good. I mean mostly I like it, you know? It doesn't hurt. She loves me."
"I'm sure she does, dear." Sister Victoria nodded. "I'm sure she loves you very much."
"I...I'm not in trouble, am I?" I looked at her, blinking my eyes as if I were close to tears. "It was a secret."
"No. No, of course not, Becky." She rubbed my thigh gently. "I understand, I really do. A girl like you is a precious thing, a treasure. If I was your mother, I'd kiss you too. Believe me, I understand."
"Y-You do?" I looked at her hopefully and squeezed my thighs against her hand.
"Yes." Sister Victoria nodded. "In fact..." She glanced at her closed door. "...If you wanted, I could kiss you right now, Becky."
"You want to kiss me?" I asked and she nodded. "Down...there?" I pointedly looked down at my lap.
"Oh yes, dear." The nun sighed. "More than anything in the world. But it's our secret, okay? A real one, don't even tell your mom...Let me do that, okay?"
I swallowed hard and bit my lower lip. "Okay."
"Good, let me just..." She got up, pulling her hand away from inside my skirt. "...lock the door, so nobody can disturb us. I want to make you feel all better, Becky."
If there was a group of mothers abusing their little girls, this woman had to be in on it. It seemed plain as day, and I felt my stomach doing little flip flops at the magnitude of my discovery. It was a real break in the case, I thought, a chance to get some real information. And maybe, when Sister Victoria and my mom did finally meet, we'd get invited into their little social club. I couldn't wait to tell mom all about it! I knew she'd be proud of me...All I had to do was let this nun give me a little head. Ohhh...Life was good!
Sister Victoria soon returned and she knelt in front of me, still dressed in her habit, with her head covered and the big cross dangling from around her neck. She coaxed me to lift my legs, one at a time as she pulled my panties off. She pushed my skirt up around my hips while I giggled nervously and blushed, unsure of exactly how to react. She inspected me tenderly, touching my hairless vagina with her fingertips, finding my little clit and flicking it with a short, unpainted fingernail until I gasped softly.
"You're so pretty down here, Becky." Sister Victoria was saying. "Such a lovely girl...And so well developed too." She chuckled. "You have the nicest little pussy I've ever seen on a girl your age." She kissed me, just above my slit. "And I've seen a lot of them, dear." She looked up at me. "Are you okay?"
"Y-Yessss...." I was better than okay, I was about to get eaten by a nun! Talk about weird! But somehow very erotic too, for some reason. I didn't have some strange fetish for religion, but this...There was something so taboo about it. Was I going to go to hell for this? a small voice asked me, but that was ridiculous.
"Good...good..." She stopped talking then, and just put her mouth on my sex. Her tongue was long and strong and she used it immediately, digging into my pussy and finding out for herself how wet I'd already become.
Sister Victoria pulled me, so my ass was half off the chair, and worked her tongue down to my ass. Her strong gentle hands spread my cheeks just enough so she could dig the tip against, and finally into, my little puckered anus. It felt really nice, having my ass eaten like that, and I didn't mind it one bit. I spread my legs wide for the woman, draping them over the arms of the chair, and moaned loudly as Sister Victoria pushed inside my ass even deeper. Her tongue felt hot and wet and it wriggled like a snake, I thought, worming its way inside me.
"Ohhh...Ughh Sister..." I was gasping. The woman had brought her fingers to play with my now hard and burning clit while she tongue fucked my ass. "It's nice...uh...nice like that!"
"Shhhh..." She lifted her head, warning me gently. "I know, but we have to stay quiet...Have you cum before, Becky? Do you know what that is?"
"Cum?" I almost laughed, but her fingers felt too good, and that probably saved me. "Y-Yesss...Mommy makes me cum..." I wanted to push her face back into my ass, but instead I just contented myself to rubbing my little breasts through my blouse.
"Good...I'm going to make you cum too, dear." The nun promised. "But you have to be quiet, or someone will hear!"
I nodded and closed my mouth, taking deep ragged breaths as Sister Victoria went back to my asshole, kissing and sucking and finally, pushing her tongue back inside. She had two fingers inside my pussy as well, which was about as much as I could handle comfortably. She fucked my pussy faster and faster, and wiggled her tongue around and in my ass with such abandon, I felt certain that she had to be tiring.
But if she was, Sister Victoria wasn't going to show it until I'd had at least one good orgasm. It took perhaps 20 minutes, which is maybe average for me, to reach light speed from a complete stop. Sometimes it's quicker, sometimes slower, and sometimes never...But thankfully those occasions were rare. I'd always been very orgasmic, much to my delight.
And it was good, very good. I'd had my ass eaten before, of course. I'd even had anal sex once, with a woman who had a very small and very nice dildo, designed especially for that. But Sister Victoria, she was nasty! Good Grief, I think she was trying to find a home down there. I swear, she had three inches of tongue inside me at one point, but I wasn't complaining either.
The hard part was keeping quiet. The nun should have gagged me and as it was I had to turn my head and bite the chair. It was a soft cushion I was chewing on, but still...I know I'm noisy though. Some of my lovers have liked that, and gone out of their way to bring me off where someone will hear and know what I'm screaming about. But the administrative offices of an all girl catholic school wasn't the place for it at all. So I bit the chair and shook and shivered, and poured my girl goo all over Sister Victoria's fingers. It spilled down around her tongue and mouth, where it mixed with her saliva, and ran down the small of my back. There was a puddle on the chair, and the back of my skirt and blouse were damp and stained.
Everyone should have sex like that. Everyday.
After I'd cum, the nun sat back, licking her lips and fingers and positively beamed at me. "Are you okay, dear?" she asked, and I just nodded. I could hardly breathe and my eyes were lidded, mercifully dimming the world around me.
"You just rest then, get your energy back." The nun straightened up and took several deep breaths herself. "I'll call your mother, maybe you should take the rest of the day off."
Her words didn't really register for a few minutes. I was too busy trying to decide how good I felt, if it was just great, or superfuckingreat. I didn't understand until I heard her on the phone with my mom.
"Ah, Ms. Daniels, I'm so glad I caught you at home. I'm Sister Victoria, Becky's student counselor...No, no...She isn't in any trouble, I assure you! In fact she's been a perfect angel today...Uh huh, yes she is very bright and very lovely...Well, I'm calling to see if you could come by and we could have a chat...That's right, today would be best but if it's not...Okay, I'll be expecting you. Just come to the office...That's right...Bye Bye Ms. Daniels."
Sister Victoria replaced the phone and smiled at me from behind her small desk. I was still sitting with my legs spread, my bare pussy and ass completely exposed. She gave a little sigh. "The things I could do to you..." She murmured so softly I might have missed it if the room hadn't been so quiet just then. "Your mom is on her way, Becky." She said louder and she was reaching into her desk. "Would you like a Breath Saver?"
I had to laugh then, imaging that the nun went through quite a few of those during the day, considering her counseling technique. "I, uh...I think I need to use the bathroom, sister." I moved slowly, retrieving my panties from the floor. At least they were still clean. My skirt, and my blouse, had big round wet spots on them, and I'm sure they must have smelled strongly of my sex.
"There's a bathroom right across the hall." She got up and walked to her door, waiting for me to catch up. I just wadded up my panties, thinking I'd at least try and wash my pussy a little. "It's a small one, you can lock the door." She opened the door to her office and stepped out, looking around and then nodding to me.
It sounds silly describing it, like the two stooges or something, but honestly, I didn't want to have to explain anything, you know? I went in the bathroom, and locked the door. It was small, just a toilet and a sink, but there were a lot of paper towels and I went to work using them. I took off my skirt and blouse, and tried to wash the wet spots without making them bigger. Do you know how hard that is? I may as well have just washed my clothes in the sink and hung them up to dry. It was frustrating.
Fifteen minutes later I cautiously opened the door. At least I would smell like Zest now, instead of girl sex. If anyone asked I'd say I spilled something...On my back, yeah right! Or sat in something, that would be better. But I was deathly afraid that it looked like I'd had a much worse sort of accident. All I needed, on my first day in the 7th grade at a new school, was to be seen by a classmate like that! It would have been the end of my life. So, don't blame me, or laugh when I say I fairly ran across the hall and back into Sister Victoria's office.
She smiled at me and didn't question why I jumped in and closed the door so quickly. Perhaps she'd had other experiences with girls in the same situation? I didn't consider it at the time, but now I think maybe that was a secret, sadistic pleasure for Sister Victoria. A way to humiliate a young lover without seeming to. Trust me, she was capable of it.
"Feel better now, Becky?" She asked me.
"Yes, sister." I nodded and looked at the chair where I'd been sitting before. It was dry and smelled of lemons. The whole room did and I guess Sister Victoria went through a lot of air freshener too, maybe.
About then her phone rang and she smiled when she answered it, saying "Will you send her to my office please? Thank you." Then to me, "Your mother is here, now we can have that nice little chat."
I frowned slightly, which I suppose appeared entirely natural to Sister Victoria under the circumstances. I mean I was a 12 year old girl who'd confess that her own mother molested her, repeatedly, and now that mother was here. But in reality, I was frowning because I'd hoped to talk to my mom first, tell her what I'd found out and what I thought it meant. I could have prepared her better for whatever lay ahead.
That's undercover work though, as my mom liked to say. You just never knew what was going to happen, so you didn't assume anything. I remained standing, since my skirt and blouse were still pretty damp, while Sister Victoria went to her door and opened it, waiting for my mom to find her way down the hall.
"Sister Victoria?" I heard my mom's voice before I saw her, and I turned towards the doorway so she wouldn't see how wet my behind was.
"Yes I am. And you must be Becky's mother. Come in, please..." The nun gestured and my mom stepped into the room, looking pretty nice, I thought, all dressed up in a navy blue suit. She looked like a lawyer, especially with her hair pinned up, or an FBI agent. But that was probably just my nerves.
"Becky!" My mom looked at me, a little concerned. "Are you okay? You look a little flushed." She walked over and felt my forehead, like any mother would I suppose, running her cool soft hand to my cheek. "You're not sick, are you?"
"No mom." I shook my head. "I, uh...I'm okay,"
"She's fine, Ms. Daniels, we were just having a little talk. Won't you sit down?" Sister Victoria looked at me. "Becky, you can stay if you want to, or wait outside if you'd prefer."
The twelve year old me wanted to run away, afraid of what was going to be said, but that was ridiculous. I wasn't really twelve, was I? I was doing my job, so I bit my lip and looked at my mom. She had no idea what was going on though, so she couldn't help.
"I'll uh, stay." I sounded very uncertain, but both of the women let it go.
"Okay, why don't you sit at my desk then. There's some Breath Savers in the top drawer, if you want one." She smiled and I blushed hard at that, but did as she asked.
"Now, Ms. Daniels, I..."
"Call me Stacy." My mom said.
"Okay, Stacy. I usually meet with my students, and their parents as soon as possible, and I'm sorry we didn't get a chance before now." My mom waved the apology away and Sister Victoria continued. "I don't see all the girls, of course, only a few. The...Special ones, you might say."
"Special?" My mom looked at the nun. "In what way? I don't understand."
"What I mean is that I specialize in girls who are under particular stress, like new students who have just moved to the area, for example..."
"I see..." My mom was nodding but the nun wasn't finished.
"...or girls who come from broken homes, living with one parent. And girls, like Becky, who are obviously intelligent, but also possess a certain...flair, you might say."
"A flair?" My mom made a little face that I couldn't read.
"I have a group, Stacy, one that caters to the needs of children like Becky. Girls who are more advanced than their peers. Girls who enjoy special relationships with adults, with their mothers, to be more specific."
"Advanced? Special relationships...?" My mom considered the nun's words carefully. She was no fool, my mother. Before she'd joined the Bureau she'd earned a master's degree of her own, in psychology at Yale. And my mom was a hell of an actress too.
Sister Victoria just sat there, waiting expectantly.
"What has she told you?" My mom whispered, and it seemed as if half the color had drained from her face. It was a neat trick and I wondered how she could do it on command like that. She glanced at me and I did my part, shrinking in my chair and looking down guiltily.
"Stacy." Sister Victoria reached out, touching my mom's knee much as she had mine earlier. "You're safe. You're both safe. There are other women like you, other little girls like Becky. I can introduce you to them. I would love to introduce the two of you to my friends."
"How..." My mom swallowed hard. "How do I know I can trust you?"
"Becky, come over here please." Sister Victoria looked at me and I moved ever so slowly, not really wanting to join the two women at all. There was a tension there, almost palpable, that frightened me.
The nun took my limp hand, squeezing it gently. "We have a secret, don't we?" I stared down at her. "It's okay, Becky, you can tell it to your mom. She won't be mad, I promise."
"Secret?" My mom stared at Sister Victoria and then turned her soft brown eyes on me. "What secret? What is she talking about?" Her voice had a quailing quality to it, as if she might break any moment.
"Me and S-Sister Victoria, she...uh, she..." I looked down at my feet and Sister Victoria tugged my arm gently. "She kissed me. Down there where...where you do, sometimes." I sniffed through my nose, hoping it sounded like I was about to cry, but I'm not sure.
"She did what?" My mom sat back in her chair like someone had just shocked her with electricity. "Say it again, Rebecca!"
"She kissed my pussy and my, uh...butt." I licked my lips and my chin was on my chest by then. I couldn't look at either of them.
"She didn't betray you, Stacy. I just used a little child psychology you might say, and it slipped out." She was smiling like the Cheshire Cat. "I went down on her because she needed some reassurance, the same reassurance you need, that I'm on your side."
"You went down..." My mom stared at the nun. "...on my daughter?"
"She is very beautiful, Stacy. Very sweet too...I've never been with a girl her age who was so...tasty!" Sister Victoria was practically laughing. "I can certainly see why you love her so much."
My mom's shoulders sagged, like she'd just been completely defeated. "What do you want?" She asked, and it plainly sounded as if she were expecting to be blackmailed or something.
"Want?" Sister Victoria shook her head. "Stacy, you haven't been listening. I want to help you, both of you. I belong to a club, a very exclusive club. A secret club that meets for one reason, and one reason only."
"What's that?" My mom asked.
"To fuck their little girls." Sister Victoria sat back and smiled. "To share their little girls with other women, other mothers, like yourself. That is all I'm asking for, the chance to introduce the two of you, to my other friends."
"That's all?" My mom glanced at me, but I was studying my shoes.
"That's all." Sister Victoria nodded. "That and, uh...Well, a counseling session with Becky, once or twice a week. She and I have so many things to...talk about."
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Later in the car I finally let out the breath I'd been holding for the previous 2 hours or so. I just fell back in the seat and rolled my eyes and started laughing, letting out all the tension. My mom was laughing too, or at least smiling.
"So?" I grinned at my mom. "So?" I was waiting for the praise to start pouring down on me. I'd cracked the case wide open. We could call the A.D. and they'd have a hundred agents swarming all over the place by morning. I was sure of it...And I'd go back to my training and graduate and everyone would know! I'd be on my way to the top of the FBI.
"So, you did good." Mom nodded and smiled at me. "Real good."
"So we can call this in right? Get some agents to the school..."
"Whoa, slow down." She held up her hand. "We have a nun who molests her students and says she knows some people. We're not going to report anything until we have more."
"More?" I stared at her. "What do you mean more. She described her little club, it's the one were looking for, word for word. Mothers and daughters. Come on, we have to report it!"
"No, we don't have to report it." Mom said slowly. "We have to investigate it. We just started, Becky, it was your first day and you did good. You got some good breaks and played them perfectly, but we don't know for sure this Sister Victoria knows anything about anyone."
"Aww, come on..."
"Shhh...I know your excited, but they put the I in FBI for a reason, right?" She smiled at me and reached over, rubbing my bare leg. "I'm really proud of you, don't worry. We're partners and you'll get your parade."
I was pouting.
"I just want to make sure it isn't raining when it happens, okay?" she squeezed me affectionately. "I care about you, Becky. A lot." Her voice was tender and I believed her.
"Really?" I asked, daring a look. I just wanted to hear it again.
"Yeah, really." She laughed. "I'm just a little...jealous."
"Jealous?" I gave a little snort. "Of what?"
"Of that nun going down on my baby, for one thing." She gave a little frown.
"Instead of you?" I teased her with a laugh.
"What? Ohhh...you're going to get it when we get home, missy!" She was laughing too.
"Missy?" I rolled my eyes and grinned at my mom. "I better get it good if you're going to be calling me that!"
"Oh, don't worry...You will."
Mom kept her promise and more.
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