                               The Star
                             by Mr. Green


Lilly is a rising star.  But both she and her mother perform behind
the scenes as well.  

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Edited and published with permission from the author by TYGER.

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Author's Note:  This story is fiction, 100%.  Well, at least it might
be.  Things like this I suppose can happen, but this story isn't
based on any actual person or events...just a little something I
whipped up in a night or two.

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Chapter One

Lilly Dunski was more popular these days than she had ever known or
imagined.  Being only 11 at the time, she hadn't had much opportunity
to star in big time roles, but the roles she did get to act in had
already boosted her status as being a full fledged child star.

Nowhere as popular as other child stars, she was often reminded that
this was only due to her being eleven.  She accepted it, as best as
an eleven year old could, but her mother didn't.

Claire Dunski stated that she was just as she hoped Lilly wouldn't be
-- a failed child actress.  Claire's mother had pushed her into it,
making her star in roles that simply didn't fulfill the criteria for
being successful, and her career sank like a bullet.  A deeper,
darker secret of hers was that her mother somehow convinced her to
star in an underground child pornography ring, which damaged her
career in an instant.  It destroyed it, and it destroyed her mother
at the same time, for she was found to be heavily linked to that ring.

Claire hated the fact that she still hadn't been able to converse
with her mother since.  And she didn't want to bear that on her
child.  She was happy that Lilly had so much success!  She was more
than that, she was proud.  It isn't everyday that someone gets to
feel the way that she felt about her daughter, the amount of pride
that she got from watching her one and only child succeed beyond
expectation... sometimes she felt it was a bit too much, and she
would just break down crying right then and there.

There was a manditory pause of clear thought whenever that came up,
though.  It reassured herself that she was maintaining both a
positive image and a professional one.  She was a maintained person
on the outside, and that's all it took.

Lilly was dressed very nicely, in a red button down top overlapping a
pair of black jeans.  Her blonde hair was bunned up in the back and
had a red ribbon in it.  Dark colors brought out her light brown,
almost wooden eyes.  She was very pretty, as most men in her life had
said before (both to her, which felt good to hear, but also to her
mother).

They were being driven to a Hollywood party, one of the numerous they
got invited to, and it was supposed to have a couple of top-line
producers there.  This would be an opportunity to gain a few more
picture deals, so Claire was jumping for the chance!

The daughter and mother team had a lot in common.  They both knew the
name of the game, and they both knew it's rules.  Social gatherings,
like this party, are absolutely necessary to an early actor's career!
Top producers and other stars frequented these little shindigs, and
'networking' was among the top priorities of a child actor and her
mother.

And this party was proving to be very profitable in her mother's
eyes.  Carl Denny was a very famous producer of many, many family
movies.  Getting on his good side would be a very sensable move for
the two of them to make, seeing as how that next hurdle -- a starring
role -- was creeping up on Lilly.

Claire glanced over at her daughter, daydreamingly looking out the
passenger's side window at the building running by.  People crowded
the sidewalks, going to shows, movies, shops...everything.  Her
childish innocence made Claire's mouth crawl into a grin.  She was
much like a younger Claire than Lilly.  Lilly reminding Claire of
herself always put a different spin on things.

Claire rounded a few streets and finally made it into a large hotel.
She let a nice young man vallet park their BMW, and the two of them,
amidst a few flashes from cameras and a few people waiting outside,
walked up the stairs and into the main lobby.  A short man dressed in
a shining, almost reflective, blue suit greeted Claire with a grin
and walked up to meet them.

"Ahhh!  Claire, I have been expecting you!"  he opened his arms and
embraced her with a quick, light hug.

"Leon, how have you been?"  Claire was absolutely beaming.

"I've been fine, just fine," Leon replied.

"I've been meaning to call you," Claire began.  "It's just that-"

"No, no, it's alright.  Things get pushed, it's understandable.
Say!"  he exclaimed, shifting his attention downward to little Lilly,
"who's this pretty little gal you have here with you?"

Lilly giggled and blushed a little, giving Leon a glimpse at what
made her such an adorable little actress.

"Well I can see that the two finest people at this thing have
arrived, so let me show you to the ballroom!"  He offered a hand out
and ushered the two women, both giving various thanks, into an
elevator.  They rode it up a few floors and got off into a hallway.
At the far end of it was a double door ballroom, closed off, with a
few bouncers standing guard in front of them.

"Alrighty you two, I'll see you in just a few minutes.  The party is
right down there, the gentlemen will acknowledge you."  he waived a
quick goodbye and went back into the elevator.

Claire quickly got down on one knee and smiled at her daughter.
"Remember what mommy told you about parties, sweety."

"Alrighty mom.  Make friends to make movies, and be extra sweet!"

"That's right pumpkin.  Now let's go make some friends, huh?"  Lilly
nodded eagerly and the two of them made their way down the hallway
hand in hand.

The party was wonderfully designed and decorated in a great lace
motif.  The table skirts and cloths were also lace, with beautiful
ribbons strung up on the wall hiding the lighting sources.  The whole
room was aglow with a nice true white that accented everything around
them.  There were many nice people, most popular and famous actors,
and a soft modern music selection hid itself in the background noise
of chatter.

Group to group they went, the mother-daughter team was unstoppable.
They talked to old producers and new ones, old directors and past
interests.  People that could pose offers for product endorsements
and other good business deals were put in awe and adoration of the
girl.  The duo were infectious, almost intoxicating with the way they
played off one another in playful gestures.

Eventually, they made their way to a large buffet table, where Claire
called out a drink order to a waiter behind it.  He hurriedly made
the two drinks, a margarita and a Coca Cola on the rocks, and handed
them to their respective owners.

There was a life of Lilly's, outside of even what her mother knew.
Although she agreed that being only eleven would hurt her career at
times, it also never meant she couldn't be a part of the crowd.

As things go at these functions, Claire and Lilly would eventually
move further and further away from each other, making double rounds,
revisiting people and blending into the crowd perfectly.

Claire began talking to a man by the buffet table, while Lilly slowly
made her way through the crowds, looking for someone she already knew
to start talking to.  Eventually, she found a man sitting at a table
who, though a bit elderly, was a flash from the past.  He had a big
round brown cigar emitting tons of smoke as he greedily puffed on it.
He immediately noticed the young girl coming up to him, and stopped
his conversation with a younger man with long brown hair to turn his
attention to Lilly.

"Hey there, Lilly!  It's been a long time since I've seen you!"

Lilly approached him and hugged him considerately, and she just
happened to notice that his large hands slid cautiously low on her
back, almost fully on her butt.  She didn't exactly care though, it
wasn't like he was doing anything to hurt her, right?  And being a
young woman such as herself, she knew that it was alright to flirt a
bit with men.

"You're looking great Mr. Harper, just great!"

"Oh, why thank you Ma'am."  the elderly man flashed a quick grin.

"Say, Mr. Harper, I was thinking...maybe I could..."

"Of course, Lilly.  You're big enough, aren't ya?  Besides, what
could it hurt?"  he said, reaching into his jacket's pocket and
bringing out a gold cigarette case.  He pulled a cigarette out and
held it out to Lilly, who took it and lit it with a lighter, also
provided generously by Mr. Harper.  She took a drag, choked a little
bit and exhaled.  The other man at the table was taking an odd notice
to it.

"Should you be smoking, missy?"  he asked, jaw slightly gaping.

"Why not, Robert?  She's big enough to have a cigarette once in a
while."

"Jeez, Mr. Harper," Lilly said taking another drag.  It was almost
comical to see her do it so naturally, "You make me out to sound like
a goody-two-shoes!"

"Aww, hon, I try not to."  he chuckled, throwing an arm around her
again in another but-resting hug.

"Thanks Mr. Harper.  So what might you be doing here tonight?"

"Well, I'm here talking to Robert.  He's a man that's in charge of
asking people to put their products in certain movies.  He's putting
a feature into my new one.  Hey, I just thought of something!  Maybe
you could think about being in another of my movies, sweety!"

"That would be cool, Mr. Harper!  I'd really like that!"  He slid out
away from the table again, offering her a seat on his lap.

Having always been a bit of a pedophile, Mr. Harper was definitely
not alone in having slightly sexual thoughts involving this young
lady.  She accepted the invitation and slid up on his lap, where his
growingly-erect member swelled beneath the light fabric of his pants.
She positioned her butt almost right on it, which generated an
amount of pressure that he simply loved to have on it at the moment.
Even more, it was the person that sat on it that made it grow even
more than expected!

Almost innocently, she wiggled a bit to reassure her position.  Mr.
Harper drew in from his cigar heavily, hoping not to pop in his pants.

The trio talked for almost an hour about different projects and
product placements, business talk for the most part, and the party
grew wilder.  Lilly remembered watching Leon walk in with another
child actress, and hover through the crowds.

After a while though, she began to notice more and more people at the
party enjoying drugs freely.  One man snorted a line of cocaine
straight in front of a lot of people, while others would either light
joints and begin sharing them or doing lines on tin plates.

Looking around, oblivious to the conversation, she noticed her mother
leaning over to the buffet table and use a dollar bill to snort a
line of coke.  She'd seen it before, and it was nothing real major,
though her mother always told her never to do the white stuff.  But,
like her split personality would allow, she did smoke a bit of
marijuana.

Sure enough, almost reading her mind, Mr. Harper set his cigar in an
ashtray while Robert pulled out a joint and lit it.

"Ain't nothing wrong with smokin' a little herb now and then.  It's
relaxing," Robert explained himself as he exhaled, passing it to Mr.
Harper.  He only nodded in acknowledgement and took a hit himself.
Finally, it came down to Lilly.

Robert nearly choked as she inhaled a powerful hit, held it for a
second and exhaled with a bright grin, holding the joint out for
Robert.

"Holy shit!  I've never...never seen anything like this before!"

"Relax, Robby, it's an inner circle party, no one gives a shit," Mr.
Harper said, waiting patiently for the joint to pass his way again.
He and Lilly, by all means considered "light weights", were already
feeling it.  Robert had to take a few more to get to a plateu.

The joint disappeared, and the three started laughing and joking with
one another.  More than being simple fun, it made Lilly feel
mature...grown up.  She didn't feel like a little kid at this table
anymore, she felt like an equal.  She felt...like an actress.

Claire stood up after snorting a long line of powder, and cleared her
nostrils loudly.  She looked up at Lilly, sitting on Mr. Harper's
lap, their joint long smoked.

Cocaine was never a frequent thing to Claire, though she knew she was
by all means a mild addict.  She'd done it a few times, and found it
easier and more freeing to do it at parties versus in her bathroom
whenever she snuck a quick shot or two.  She had no idea that her
addictions were going to lead to something worse, but such offsetting
thoughts never crept into her head.  For now, she was free.

She took notice to Lilly sitting on Harper's lap, but did nothing
about it.  He was a pedophile, and even she knew this, but it just
didn't seem to affect her whatsoever.  She also smoked a joint, which
made her a little bit uneasy.  Though she did know Lilly had done pot
in the past, it was never this brazen.  Never so open as tonight.
Still, she couldn't care less.

'She's going to be exposed to these things, it's the way of the
business,' she thought to herself, tearing her attention away from
her little girl and back to a tall, well dressed man with a goatee
grinning at her.

"It's good stuff, isn't it?"  he said, almost overconfident.

"Yeah, does the trick.  So you say you represent..."

"Dandellion Motion Pictures, yeah.  We're planning on a fourth
quarter release picture about a boy and a girl on a camping adventure
in Colorado."

"Really?  Well what do you think about getting Lilly as the little
girl?"

"Well, I can't say anything definite right now, but I'm sure I could
do something to help your odds a bit.  I mean, I'm sure you'd be
willing to do whatever it takes to help your daughter's career,
right?"

"Of course I would, you know that!"

"That's great, Claire.  Really good.  I'll tell you what, I'm
throwing a bit of a shindig at my room here later tonight, I think I
could get a couple of head shots of Lilly...something to present to
the board and all..."

"Absolutely!  That sounds good, what time do you want me...us to come
up?"

"Oh, I don't know...how about ten?"

"Ten sounds good.  What room?"

"Room 210.  I'll look forward to it, and I could probably get you a
bit more of that," he said pointing to the remaining two-inch line of
coke on the serving tray.

"Alright, uhh..."  she extended her hand.

He took it in his and shook it.  "Stanley Mackey.  Nice to meet you
Claire."

"You too."  They exchanged quick good byes, and Stanely wandered off
into the crowd.

Lilly wiggled on Mr. Harper's lap again.  She took full notice of his
erect member straining against his pants (and against her butt, as
well) and felt it twitch under her when she did.  Glancing in his
eyes, she knew that he was going ballistic with pleasure.

"Robert, I just remembered!  I need you to find me Duvall's manager,
I believe she's somewhere in here if not in the lobby."

"Sure, Mr. Harper.  I'll find her right away."  he stood up, excused
himself from the table and left the two of them alone.

"He's kind of new to the scene, don't mind his comments," Harper
said, staring down into Lilly's auburn eyes and perfect face.  From
his line of sight, he could stare down at her tiny little chest
hidden by her red blouse.  Though she wasn't equipped with large
breasts, the small pert ones she did have promised good things to
come with time.  Mr. Harper's mind flew in a million directions all
at once -- what it would feel like to give her oral sex...to tongue
at her nether-reigions and to feel a (hopefully) bald pussy between
his fingers.

The line of thought only made matters worse for his package, it now
felt like it was about to explode at the drop of a hat.  The sweet
young girl's tight jean-covered butt was so soft, so tender, so
conforming to his crotch that it simply made him drool.

"Geez, he's uptight alright."  she said in a mature, knowing-all tone
of voice.  Still, it was sweet and innocent.

"Say, sugar, I have a bit of a problem..."

"What's that Mr. Harper?"

"I'm signed to direct a movie about a family man that goes off to
war...I was thinking about who I could get to play his young
daughter..."

The problem certainly was a big one alright.  Lilly looked up with
baby-deer eyes and smiled.  "You think I can do it?"

"I don't know, sweetness...the girl has to look a certain way, I'm
not sure if you look the way she's supposed to."

"Would you like me to model for you?"

"Oh sure, that sounds pretty good.  Tell you what though, let's go
somewhere not so public, alright?"

"Okay Mr. Harper."  she stood up and held his hand as he exited
through a door leading to the male's bathroom.  Their venture didn't
go unnoticed, as Lilly heard some people making comments about how
she's going to go sign a deal, and that Harper caught another one.
She didn't pay any attention to them, though, and continued on into
the room with the elderly man.

The lighting wasn't as good in the bathroom as it was in the
ballroom, but it didn't bother either of them really.  Harper closed
and locked the door behind them and stepped towards the young girl.

Her stomach was flipping over and over, it was obvious that Harper
liked her, seeing as how his covered dick was tent-poling out of his
pants now.  She had never done anything sexual, but had a very basic
view of things.  It might have been those hidden sips of booze he
slipped her, or it might have been the joint.  Either way, she was
absolutely willing to fool around with him.

"Let's see," he took a few steps back, looking at the young girls
body.  He noticed her trying to expand her chest out towards him a
bit.  She was trying to entice him.  He liked that.

"Well, you have really nice hips, and I'm sure your
legs...well...could I see your legs?  The girl in the movie has to
wear a swimsuit, and I have to see you in a swimsuit-like piece of
clothing."

"I'm wearing a bra, could I just strip down?"  she floated in the
room, her head so light from saying what she said that she felt like
fainting.

"That'll be good, yeah."

Quickly, she undressed.  Her matching white cotton panties and
training bra hid those precious gems from Harper, but it allowed him
to see enough.  He was, quite literally, at the end of his rope.
Slowly he approached her, extending his hands out to her, resting
them on her small shoulders.  She looked up at him with those
eyes...God almighty, those eyes were beginning to drive Harper insane.

He kissed her, powerfully, throwing his whole mouth into hers,
forcing his tongue into her mouth, tasting her.  His hands grabbed at
her small tits, removing the bra and fondling her nipples.  She
backed off, sliding her panties to the floor.

Taking advantage of the break, Harper desperately unzipped his fly
and let his cock stand in freedom.  She lowered herself to the floor,
on her knees and kept excellent eye contact as her tiny little pink
mouth (with that silky, small...beautiful tongue of hers) slid over
the head of his dick.  She shivered as it slid to the back of her
throat, and Mr. Harper pulled out.  He humped her tiny mouth as she
worked her tongue on it until, finally, he pulled out and grabbed her
hair.

"Eat it...Lilly, eat it..."  he ejaculated thick slimy ropes of cum
onto her beautiful, movie star face.  She grinned, licking the head
as it erupted into her mouth, on her nose, her lips, her eyes, her
cheeks.  Her face was coated in cum, and she loved it.  Lovingly she
purred to him.

It was in slow motion, rope after rope exploded into her mouth, her
tongue doing it's dance.

"Lilly, honey, we have to be going!  We have a meeting to get to in a
few minutes!"

Mr.  Harper slammed back into reality, realizing that he had cum in
his pants, with Lilly still sitting on his lap, in the middle of the
ballroom.  There was no embarassment, no one would notice.

The pot, the booze...it all added up.  Harper's imagination was
flourishing beyond what ever he could understand.  He swore he was
there in the bathroom, looking at the little girl with big brown
puppy dog eyes, swallowing gallons of his seed.

Unfortunately, he was just a bit shook up and didn't realize that
something was amiss, and the further blurring of reality just made
his sticky shorts begin to tent once more.

A final little wiggle of the butt, and Lilly hopped down onto the
floor.  She glanced back at Mr. Harper and gave a quick wink, and the
old man was left to sit there and try to make sense of it all.

Chapter Two

The two of them entered the hotel room cautiously, if not a bit
curious.  It was a standard suite, but the TV was left on and the
room was a bit dimmed down.  On the front room's coffee table lay a
bottle of champagne in a tin bucket of ice and two glasses.

Stanley walked out of the bathroom, readjusting his collar and saw
the two standing there looking at the room in utter awe.  Lilly was
still somewhat feeling the pot, and Claire was certainly
overly-buzzed from her multiple lines of coke, so neither of them
were in too good of a condition to make any deals or have any
business meetings.

Despite her complete lack of proper judgement, Claire decided to go
ahead and make a deal tonight anyway.  Hopefully it would be the one,
maybe it would lead up to it.  Either way, work was work.  And work
was needed.

"Come on in you two, have a seat, please."  the two of them nodded
politely and sat down on the couch.  Claire leaned back and relaxed,
while Lilly sat straight up, trying to present herself as
professional as possible.

"So, Stanley.  What's this picture about?"  Claire asked as Stan
uncorked the champagne bottle and poured two glasses.  He handed one
over the table to Claire, who had to sit up to reach it.

"It's a movie about a boy and a girl and their family.  They go
hiking in Colorado and the two get seperated...so the film is really
about them getting home and surviving out in the wilderness."

"Sounds like a winner, do you think Lilly has a chance at the role?"

"Of course she does, Claire."  he locked eyes with the girl.  "Of
course.  But, I'll need to take a couple of pictures..."

"Sure, Stanley.  That's alright.  Honey, why don't you go freshen up
a little in the bathroom...you can put on mommy's makeup so you'll
look extra pretty for the photos."

"Alright mommy!"  Lilly hopped off the couch and grabbed her mother's
makeup bag as she headed off to the bathroom.  The door clicked and
she was gone...for the moment.

"You know, Claire, we've had our eye on Lilly for quite some time
now.  Her career is really flying!"  Stanley sipped from his glass of
champagne.

"Yes, it is.  Though a starring role would put her over the top."

"It would, wouldn't it?"  he smiled at her.  She was smiling at him
the whole time.  "How badly do you think she needs this role?"

"Well, it is a starring role, right?  How much is being offered?"

"About two million starring agreements.  That's very good for a child
actor of her limited showings."

"I understand...really..."

"Excellent!"  Stanely approached her carefully.  "Why don't you take
off your blouse?"

Taken back, Claire shirked away immediately.  "What are you talking
about?!  You want me to have sex with you for the role?"

"No, I want you to suck me off...for your daughter's role."

"But, but, she's in the bathroom right now, she'll come out and see
us!"

"Claire, she's eleven.  That's thirty in actor's years.  She'll learn
about it one way or another in this business, it might as well be
with you in the room, right?  It's clean and pure, Claire.  A
business transaction."

Millions of images flew through her clouded head, what she was going
to do, what would come of all of this.  'Was he indicating I have sex
with him and my daughter?  Or just he and my daughter?  Poor Lilly...
I don't want her to be exposed to this...this is so wrong...'

Slowly, but surely, she unbuttoned her blouse, and tossed it to the
floor.

"Now your bra," Stanley said, pointing at her chest.  Her 34C breasts
were nice and firm, and her soft pink nipples were beginning to poke
holes in the black lace bra she was wearing.  Her nipples were so
soft, so fine and pink, that they barely distinguished themselves as
seperate parts of the breast.

And that bra, too, was cast down onto the ground.  Claire sat
barechested as Stanley unzipped his fly and extracted a limp, soft
dick about 7 inches long.

"Make me hard...play with your tits, Claire."

She began to grab her breasts, pulling and gently twisting her
nipples, twirling them with her fingers.  She brought her right
breast up to her mouth, and suckled on her own nub hungrily.  She was
beyond caring about tomorrow, or psychological problems, she was
beyond being shy, even with her daughter in the next room.  No, now
she was horny.

"Good...god yeah..."  his prick grew erect.  "Blow me, Claire."

She leaned forward, dropping her tits (and her jaw) and slid the
phallus into her mouth, sucking hard and slicking it all the way down
with her tongue.  Deep throating was something Claire did naturally,
she wasn't taught any other way, in fact.

In and out, she sucked on his cock, kissing the tip of it every time
he withdrew it.  She moaned into it, reached up and began playing
softly with his balls.  She put all her effort, her lust, into
blowing Stanley.  She blinked, looking up at him, and saw that his
face was stuck in a sense of ultimate pleasure.

Five minutes into it, the bathroom door clicked again, and Lilly
walked into the room.  Instinct told Claire to retract herself and
cover up her gorgeous breasts, but Stanley grabbed her head and shook
a silent "no".  Claire had no choice but to proceed sucking him.

"Mom, I...oh my God, what're you doing?"  she froze in her tracks,
the makeup made her look even more beautiful than before.

Claire stopped sucking and let his dick pop out of her mouth as she
turned to Lilly and smiled.

"C'mere, hon.  We're going to sign you up for a starring role..."  a
glimpse of shame shattered Claire, and tears started to roll down her
cheeks.

Lilly was scared, freaked out as it was.  But slowly, and carefully,
she walked over to the couch.

"You look gorgeous, sweety."  Claire said, wiping her tears.  "Please
don't hate mommy for this...please..."  Water works.

"Take a seat, Lilly."  Stanley said, stepping back and unbuttoning
his white dress shirt.  The little girl sat beside her topless
mother, occasionally glancing down at the massive set of tits.

"I could never hate you, mommy."  she hugged the eldest woman
strongly, but taking in that her mother's nipples were poking her
through her shirt.

"Touching.  Now, Claire, I want to see your pussy."  Stanley was
completely nude now, as he set his pants down on the growing mound of
clothes.  His dick poked straight out into the room.

"Hey, don't talk to my mo-" Lilly was hushed by Claire, as she slowly
stood and slid her skirt and panties down to the floor, kicking them
over to the mound of clothes.  She sat back down, looking up at
Stanley, almost begging.

"Spread your legs."  Claire did as she was told, and exposed a
beautiful set of pussy lips, oozing with clear girl cum.  Her clit
was enflamed and red, and her pubic hair was matted down.  "Lilly,
look at your mother..."

Lilly glanced, but didn't stare at the spread eagle position her
mother was in.  She was very pretty though, her skin was almost
flawless.

"No no, really look.  Stare at her tits...look at her pussy."  Lilly
did as she was told.  A waft of pussy spread through the room, and it
drove Claire insane to smell herself being so turned on.  Lilly
stared at her mother's exposed pussy, dripping with wetness and just
begging to be touched.

"Claire, remove your daughter's clothes..."

The words sunk in and hit the two of them directly in the stomach.
For Claire, who had managed to avoid direct eye contact with Lilly
since undressing, now stared her daughter straight on.  Her look sent
more words than her mouth ever could, or would at the time.  Lilly
seemed to totally get it, too.  Claire was embarrassed, ashamed,
horrified...and, oddest of all, turned on.

"Now, I don't have all day," Stanley said, reaching down and yanking
on his dick a few times to maintain it's erection.

With nimble, ghost-white fingers, Claire lifted Lilly's shirt up and
over her head.  The young girl never hesitated to assist in getting
naked, as her mother was.  She willingly pulled down her pants, with
her mother taken slightly aback, and removed her panties.  It was
something that just made her a bit...excited.  She was being adult
now!  She sat back down, closing her legs and staring Stanley in the
face with a big bright smile that fortold of something awesome.

Stanley got one look at the girl's hairless, bubbling pussy and he
got harder than ever, and gave it another couple of strokes.

"Claire...God, Lilly, you're so pretty...Claire, spread Lilly's legs
for her."

Obediently, the eldest woman did as she was ordered to, and reached
over to spread her daughter's legs, letting him get a better look at
the girl's cunt.  Stanley drooled a bit, moaning and writhing for
attention.

"Eat her pussy, Claire...eat that sweet pussy."

She swallowed hard...the order had been given, but it didn't mean she
had to do it.  And when she thought back on it later, she couldn't
understand why she felt exactly how she felt at that very moment, but
a second past and she didn't give a shit about it or anything else.
She saw her daughter as a woman to please, conquer, for the sake of a
job.  She was going to do it.

Slowly, she lowered her head to Lilly's stomach and kissed it gently.
She ran her tongue in and out of the girl's belly button, bringing
her hands up to the girl's tiny titties.  She squeezed nipples,
grabbed tit mass, massaged, tweaked, twisted, pulled and manipulated
them until they stood up in ecstasy.  The girl moaned and called out
'mommy' once or twice, but by the time she had to adjust to it,
Claire had already moved downward in search of her cunt.

Claire snaked her tongue down in between Lilly's lips, stopping along
the way to flick at her hidden clit.  Her head was leudly wrenched
into the young girl's legs as she felt something wet lap at her
asshole.

Startled, she jumped up and saw Stanley licking in between her
asscrack greedily.

"Go on, tongue fuck her, Claire."  he said, muffled.

And that she did.  The girl started wiggling and laughing at her
mother's antics.  Noisily, her mother ate her out until the girl's
pussy convulsed, and Lilly nearly tossed herself off the couch in an
orgasm more powerful than ever.

"Lilly, dear, come here."  Stanley was standing behind Claire as
Lilly got up and walked over to him.  Claire was going to follow, but
Stanley pushed on her back and kept her where she was.

When Lilly arrived, she saw Stanley's massive erection and her
mother's most private of parts.  On request, she bent down and
attempted to repay the favor to her mother by sliding her tongue in
the steaming wet cunt in front of her.

She sucked on her lips, slithered her tongue in as far as it would
go, and was rewarded by a small gush of girl cum from a minor orgasm.
She withdrew her face just in time for Stanley to reach down and pat
her head.  She turned to look at him, but was stopped in her tracks
by his dick, pressing against the side of her face.  Thinking back to
her introduction to this little party, she slid the head of it in
between her lips.

Stanley nearly shot his load right then and there, the move was so
willing...it seemed slutty, and that made Stanley like it all the
better.  Slowly he pushed into her mouth, until it hit and end and
brought it back into thin air.

Lilly gagged at first, but eventually got the hang of it.  Claire
even slid a finger into herself as she watched her daughter blow
Stanley.  The erect, veiny pink dick glistened in her spit, and Lilly
couldn't help but let out a little moan.

It was nowhere as loud as Stanley, though.  Eventually, he started
yelping uncontrollably at the pleasure Lilly gave him.

"Stop!  Stop!  Oh god oh god oh god..."  It wasn't soon enough that
Lilly pulled it out and held it firmly in her small left hand.  It
jerked up in the air, projecting a large glob of jism directed
straight into Lilly's still open mouth.  It shocked her, and she
closed her mouth around it, but didn't expect the second spurt.  It
landed on her upper cheek, right below her left eye.

Stanley moaned unknowingly as Lilly pumped him for all he was worth.
He dripped everywhere- the carpet and Lilly's chest...finally she
directed the leaking cock to her face to collect as much as she could
before he finally pulled away from her and stumbled a bit.

Lilly giggled, and gave a cum-soaked smile.

Claire sat up, grabbing her daughter's shoulder, and turned her
around to face her.

"Honey, you're a mess!"

"This is fun, mommy!  He sprayed all over me, did you see it?"

Her enthusiasm was hard to grasp...perhaps it was a hidden passion of
hers.  Either that or she was truely enjoying sex at such a young
age.  Something about it struck a chord in Claire.

She put her hands on Lilly's cheeks, slick with Stanley's seed, and
pulled her in towards her own face.  A brief, soft kiss on the lips
between mother and daughter foretold of things yet to come; that they
wouldn't see each other as kin, but lovers.

Following the quick peck came a round of longer and longer kisses
between the two, before Claire gently brought her tongue out and
licked the young girl's smiling lips.  The salty, still warm taste of
Stanley's cum felt familiar to Claire, and Lilly's eyes were slightly
closed.  Claire licked the small girl all over her face, around her
chin, her nose, her eyes...everywhere she could, to eat up as much
semen as possible.  The girl's face, now slick and shining in her
mother's spit, crawled into another smile as she leaned back in and
stuck her tongue in her mother's mouth.

Stanley, after having watched such a spectacle, immediately became
hard again, and wandered back over to the couch, grinning.

"Lilly, come here, I want you to watch as I fuck your Mom."  Claire
and Lilly both broke off their kisses immediately, and Claire moved
back on the couch, spreading her legs and keeping eye contact with
her daughter.  Taking his time, Stanley eventually slid his cock into
her sopping wet pussy, and withdrew it quickly.  The rocking motion
of fucking began to move the whole couch, eventually, and Lilly
couldn't get enough of watching this all take place in front of her.

"Oh yes...oh yes...oh yes...fuck me, Stanley, fuck me...fuck me..."
Claire cried out in passion.  The little girl began to venture down
her body with her right hand, until it found her bald pussy, and
began to flick her clit as sexily as she thought it would be.
Stanley's eyes darted from one pussy to the next, licking his lips
and keeping his tempo alive.

"Watch, Lilly.  Look at your mother's cunt as I fuck it...look at
it...lick it, Lilly.  Suck on her clit!"  Stanley barked.

"Yes, Lilly!  Suck my pussy...oh baby, this is so beautiful..."

Eagerly, the young girl bent down and lapped at her mother's engorged
clitorous, and Stanley's dick at the same time.  With the rocking
motion, there was plenty of action to be going on in the room.

Finally, with Stanley pulling out and aiming at Claire's pussy, it
was over.  A few small streams of jism flew out and coated over each
other on Claire's used, bubbling...unsatisfied pussy.  Lilly stepped
in to take over where Stanley stopped, and began eating her mother
out.  She used her fingers to scoop as much cum up into her mouth as
possible, and licked the rest of it away and down her throat.
Claire, having an awesome orgasm, felt like she had somehow opened
the flood gates.  Lilly's mouth was filled half full of girl cum,
which she proudly swallowed down along with Stan's.

"C'mere baby...oh baby..."  Claire bent forward again, kissing her
daughter full on the lips, letting their tongues flick with each
other and wrestle one another.  She tasted herself on her daughter's
lips and in her mouth, and it turned her on further.

"It's not fair to have you do all the work and get nothing in
return...lie down baby..."

Doing as she was ordered, Lilly hopped up onto the couch and spread
her legs invitingly.  Claire loved it, loved her, and really enjoyed
flicking her tongue in and out of the premature vagina.  It tasted
pure, sweet, untouched...it was warm...so warm.  It made Claire's
nipples stand out on end at the mere smell of the little girl's
eagerness.  Sloppily she ate the girl out until she squeeled in
enjoyment.

"I love you mommy...don't quit doing that...I love it so much..."
Her words morphed into moans and pants of ecstasy...and best part of
it all; her mother just wouldn't quit.  Instead of giving up after
Lilly's first orgasm, she merely moved upwards, sucking on the small
pert little nipples, fingering her steaming crotch, then moved back
down once things got heated up again.

Lilly must have had a million and a half orgasms before Claire
stopped her sucking and once again brought her lips to Lilly's face.
Gentle, sweet kisses rained down on the prestine face underneath the
woman, and a slew of giggles escaped Lilly's beautiful mouth.

The next few minutes are still blurry to Claire.  Stanley came around
to reality, and resumed his snooty behavior.  He got dressed quickly,
telling the two females to do the same (which they did).  It was with
almost a sense of panic that he ushered them out of his room, where
he also promised Lilly the role in the upcoming movie.

They walked down the hallways gleaming at each other, smiling with
bright red faces.  Truely, they weren't mother and daughter any more
-- they moved beyond that place.  In a business such as this, I
suppose it's just common.

To be continued...

                                -=*=-

My first little story is finally completed.  I know, only two
chapters, but due to their lengths, I figured it would be best to cut
it here and just continue on with a part two sometime in the future.
Hopefully I'll get some feedback, if anyone liked it enough to think
it deserves to continue, that is.

Thanks for reading!  Please send me all comments and questions at
mrgreen_fiction@hotmail.com
