or: JojoMojo
Title: Parents Say The Darndest Things - Annie
Part: 1
Universe: Parents Say The Darndest Things
Summary: Annie's Mother expresses her frustration with the fact that
Annie has discovered masturbation to a next door neighbor. He finds the
information surprising but useful.
Keywords: Mg, pedo, cons
Parents Say the Darndest Things
by JojoMojo
(Mgg, ped, cons)
The following is completely and without a doubt a fictional account, 100 percent fantasy. That said, as I write, I reflect on the things that I experienced as a child, what felt good and what did not. Those experiences had a profound effect, and for the most part, I look back on them fondly.
Caring, fun, ecstasy is what I'm interested in, for all involved, or it's not worth doing or writing about.
Copyright (C)2009 by the author.
You know, sometimes I'm amazed at the things parents will talk about with people outside the family. I'm not thinking about dirty diapers and that genre, although I've heard my share of those things from married friends. No I'm talking about more intimate things.
I'm getting ahead of myself, let me start over. I'm an affirmed bachelor in my mid thirties living in suburban America. The homes in my neighborhood are older and not too large. My neighbors are mostly working parents with children.
Jan and her daughters were the first to welcome me into the neighborhood. Jan was a divorced mother and her daughters Amanda and Annie were cute, precocious girls, as different as night and day. From what I could gather, their father lived in another state and was rarely heard from. Making child support payments on a regular basis was not his forte, let alone staying in touch with his girls. It made me sad as they were both quite delightful. I thought of them as little fairy tale princesses, all lace and sweetness.
Annie was a sparkly, outgoing and gregarious six year old with straight black hair cut short, mischievous brown eyes and a smile still full of baby teeth; she was not your typical skinny kid, about medium weight, bordering on chubby. Amanda was a somewhat reserved eleven year old who had long, mousy brown hair with waves in it that hung down to the middle of her back, blue-grey eyes that took measure as if she was deciding if you were worth her time. She had a beautiful smile when she shared it and was bean pole skinny; breast bumps just making an appearance under her tee.
Jan and I often shared a beer on her front porch in the evenings or on weekends, talking about life, her kids, work, dating. I considered her more than an acquaintance, but not an intimate friend. Most of our talks were pretty generic, really. There was no attraction between us, other than the kind of friendship that develops between neighbors. You know, someone you'll talk to as long as you live next door, but not someone you'd go out of your way to visit if you moved away.
On several occasions, she admitted to me that dates were few and far between with a full time job and two girls to look after. I shared her lament, commenting that I put in too many hours at work and too few
socializing.
On the day in question the girls had disappeared inside and I was about to finish my beer and head home. Jan had been talking about the girls, how they were so different. I nodded my head, mentioning how precious and innocent Annie was and how mature Amanda acted for her age. Jan leaned over conspiratorially and said, "You have no idea what you're talking about. That precious, innocent little girl, as you referred to her just now, can out fart a man if she gets too much cabbage or fruit. She could clear a room!"
I guess the shock I felt having my fairy tale idea of little girls smashed registered on my face. Jan laughed then upped the ante, looking over her shoulder to be sure the girls were still inside, then leaning towards me conspiritorialy and lowering her voice, "Farting's nothing, I can control that with diet. What is about to make me crazy, is she can't keep her hands out of her pants. I'm surprised you haven't caught her!"
I was doubly taken aback by the turn of the conversation, even with a couple of beers in me. In truth, I'd never considered the fact that little girls farted, let alone masturbated!
Jan went on to tell me that Annie had discovered masturbation earlier that year, she assumed from Amanda as they shared a room. Annie had taken quite a liking to the new feelings and had no modesty what so ever, masturbating whenever the desire hit her.
She finished her story, rolling her eyes, "I think I finally have her convinced that it is something that she should only do in her bedroom and never when company is over." Winking as she continued, "She is so different from Amanda. You were right about her being more mature. She's always been that way. I wouldn't even know Amanda masturbated except that I heard her one evening a couple of years ago when I went back to check on the girls. She is so discrete; I never had to tell her it was something private."
I wasn't quite sure what to say, so sat on the porch staring across the street, nodding my head absentmindedly. After a little bit feeling decidedly unsettled, I thanked Jan for my beer and headed back home, still turning her words over in my mind. Several times that evening, I replayed the conversation finally admitting to myself that it both titillated and bothered me a bit. Up until that afternoon, those girls, any girls for that matter, were cute, pretty little bits of fluff, fairy tale princesses, not really little human beings. Adding the aspect of them as potentially sexual beings messed with my perception. I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind but they resurfaced from time to time when I least expected it, demanding contemplation.
A few weeks later, on a Friday afternoon, Jan called me at the office. She explained that a guy from work had asked her out for the evening and she really wanted to go, but didn't have the money for babysitting. She figured that Amanda was old enough to watch Annie, but was worried that since it would be the first time she was leaving them alone, they needed someone they could call if there was a problem (she had given up her cell phone the previous month to save on expenses). So, she wondered if I would mind being "on call". I congratulated her on scoring a date and assured her that it would be not be a problem. She thanked me profusely, promising a beer on the porch and a review of her date on the weekend.
That evening I had barely gotten in from work when Jan stopped by with a list of emergency numbers (doctor, etc.) and her date's cell phone number. She told me the girls had his number too, but were admonished to only call if they couldn't get me on the phone. She said she didn't want them calling him at all as this was only a first (and could be the last) date. After thanking me profusely for a second time, she left. I figured I would stop over at her house later in the evening, just to make sure the girls were ok, but assumed it would be a quiet evening.
At about seven, the phone rang. Amanda was on the other end. They had a "real emergency", she said in a serious tone. The toilet had overflowed. I cursed myself for agreeing to be available, grabbed my plunger and headed over dreading what I would find. Amanda let me in and led me to the bathroom. Annie was in the hallway, peering into the bathroom from the safety of the hall, standing on her tip toes as if trying to keep her feet from touching the floor. I looked in and was relieved to see that there was just liquid flowing across the tile, already making its way toward the hallway.
I told Amanda to go get a mop and waded in to survey the problem. I looked into the toilet and to my relief only saw a little toilet paper. I took a moment to thank the cosmic powers that I wasn't going to have to deal with turds (that would have totally destroyed what little was left of my image of little girls as fairytale princesses). I got to work with the plunger and in short order had the toilet working, giving it several flushes to make sure.
Amanda returned to report that she couldn't find a mop. I pulled several towels out of the closet and mopped up the floor with the girls "supervising" from the hallway. I carried them to the laundry and dropped them into the washer, grabbed some bleach and finished cleaning the floor with one more towel and some bleach and water. I dropped it into the washer with the others, started the load and turned to see my supervisors watching me. I raised my hands like a monster and said something like "Watch out, I've got peepee hands and I'm going to infect you both," finishing with my most sinister laugh, Boris Karloff style.
This sent first Annie, then Amanda screaming through the house with me in hot pursuit cackling and laughing like a madman. I caught each in turn tickling them when I did to a chorus of screams in mock horror, "Yuck, you touched me with peepee hands!" After catching each several times, I collapsed on the sofa, sucking air. They piled on top of me, each holding down an arm by the wrist, laughing, "You can't get us now." I admitted defeat and asked to be let up so I could go home and clean up.
Amanda paused for a moment before saying, "Only if you promise to come back and watch a movie with us." I readily agreed, grabbed my plunger and headed out the door. I heard Amanda tell Annie it was time to take her bath as I closed the front door.
I returned a short time later and rang the bell. Amanda answered the door and let me in, ushering me to the family room and onto the couch. Without asking, she got a beer from the 'fridge, popped the top and handed it to me. I thanked her, saying she was an excellent hostess. She beamed and said, "Well, you did rescue us, I think that deserves a beer. I'm sure Mom would agree." As if on cue, the phone rang. Amanda picked it up and from her conversation it was obvious that Jan was on the other end. After a short conversation, she handed the phone to me, "she wants to talk to you."
Jan was horrified that I had been called into service and apologized over and over. I told her it was no big deal; that Amanda had given me a beer as a thank you and the girls had offered me a "night at the movies - home-style" to repay me for my work.
I asked if it was ok with her and she replied, "As long as you don't have something better to do, I'm sure they would love having you over. You know they both think you're a hunk." I blushed at that, laughed and made some lame joke about being a hunk of lard. Jan wrapped up the call telling me she'd be home by midnight but not to feel I needed to stay after the girls went to bed, noting that Annie's bedtime was nine and Amanda's was ten. I wished her a good time, handing the phone back to Amanda.
About that time, Annie made a grand entrance, running across the room and diving onto the couch next to me. She was dressed in a cotton nightgown that fell almost to her knees, pink with a Minnie Mouse on the front. Her hair was still damp and quite tangled. She handed me a brush turned her back to me and sat forward on the couch expectantly. Fortunately, I had a girlfriend in high school with long hair who loved to have it brushed. She taught me the secret to brushing out tangles without pulling. To Amanda and Annie's utter amazement; I began carefully brushing out Annie's hair. I told Amanda to get her bath so we could start the movie soon.
After Amanda left the room, Annie moved to my lap while I finished brushing out the last tangles. She said, "You don't pull my hair like Amanda and Mommy do. That feels real good; you can keep brushing if you like." I was enjoying the feel of her little body on my lap and the intimacy of brushing her hair, so needed no prodding to keep working. After a little while, Annie squirmed a little bit, then said in a quiet, matter of fact voice, "During the movie, I may need to go to my room for a little bit, but don't worry, I'll come back."
I asked if she was feeling sick, she shook her head "no"; if she thought she was going to get bored, "no"; if she didn't like sitting with me, "emphatic no"; if she had homework to finish, "no". Teasingly, I continued in the same vein getting more and more ridiculous with my questions. She finally turned around and cupped her hand to my ear, "I'm not supposed to talk to visitors about it," she whispered, adding in a very serious tone, "Mommy says it is private," looking at me earnestly.
Her whisper brought back the memory of the recent conversation with Jan. I told her I was almost like family, so she could tell me if she wanted to. She colored a little, then after thinking about it, seemed to make up her mind and cupped her hand to my ear again. "Sometimes I need to do my nonny," she whispered, as if I knew what she meant.
I guess I looked confused, because she reached up again and whispered, "You know, rubbing myself down there," pointing vaguely downward. "Mom says I have to go to my room when I want if I wnt to do my nonny and to never do it when company is here."
I nodded. So it was Jan's revelation, (what was I thinking, Annie would say "I like to masturbate"?). I told her I knew what she meant and that when I was a little boy, my mom told me the same thing. She pondered this for a moment and then asked, "You have a nonny like me?"
I laughed and explained that it was a little different for boys, but I knew how good it felt to rub "down there". She nodded knowledgebly and seemed to think a little longer, then in a half whisper, almost to herself, "I wish I could just stay here and watch the movie when I do my nonny." She left the statement hanging, not looking at me but obviously waiting for a response. I had to work hard to keep brushing her hair.
After a minute my curiosity got the better of my judgement. I took the bait and told her it would be ok with me, but I wasn't sure how her mother would feel. She responded with, "You're right, I can't, I'd get in trouble with Mom and I know Amanda would tell. She tells on me all the time."
I had never thought aboout little girls in a sexual way. But for some reason, sitting with her in my lap, her hair going from wet to super soft and shiny as I brushed it, whispering back and forth about "secret" things had me a little worked up. I guess it was the beer talking when I whispered, "What if you sit here on my lap and put a blanket over your lap? Then Amanda wouldn't know." As soon as the words left my lips, I wondered about my sanity. I could honestly say that until a few weeks ago, I had never even realized that little girls could be sexual beings and now I was offering to let one masturbate on my lap
Annie thought for a minute and decided it was a good idea, as long as Amanda didn't sit on the couch. With a quickening heart, I suggested that we could move to the easy chair and then Amanda could sit on the couch by herself. The easy chair was set a little behind the couch and to the side; as long as she was watching the movie, she wouldn't be able to see us. Annie thought it was a brilliant idea, jumped up and ran off to get her "blankie" from her bed. As she raced out of the room, I moved to the easy chair, wondering what I had just gotten myself into and if I could get out of it.
Amanda appeared, hair wet and sat in front of the chair, asking me to brush her hair, too. I patted the edge of the chair between my knees and she hopped up, sitting in front of me. I had just started brushing her hair when Annie came back, blankie in hand. She immediately started in with, "Hey I get to sit in his lap!" An argument boiled up in seconds and I finally had to yell to be heard. I explained to Annie that as soon as Amanda's hair was brushed, she could reclaim my lap. Amanda just rolled her eyes. Another fantasy of the girls living together in peaceful sisterly harmony was crushed.
As soon as I asked which movie to watch, another argument started. Annie had already picked a DVD and Amanda said with disdain, "That's a baby movie!" Things escalated until I raised my voice again. If I had any thoughts of sweet little girls, they were dashed with all the yelling.
I settled the argument with, "We'll watch Annie's first, then when she's gone to bed you and I can watch whatever you pick." Amanda, always mature, pointed out that there wasn't enough time to watch Annie's before her bed time and then there wouldn't be enough time to watch what she wanted before her bedtime. I suggested that we could watch both and it would just be "our secret" that each girl got to stay up a little late. This seemed to settle things. Annie plugged in her movie, settling onto the floor on her belly, a big pillow propped under her chest and shoulders.
As I brushed Amanda's hair, Annie began to absent mindedly kick her legs up and down, bending them at the knees. Soon I was treated to a nice view of her panty clad bottom. Amanda was either too busy watching the movie or the fact that there were no males in their household, made panty flash a non-issue. What ever the reason, I enjoyed the view, brushing Amanda's hair for a while longer than necessary. I was also enjoying her longer hair, how soft it felt as it dried, breathing in the smell of soap and shampoo as I gazed at Annie's bottom.
When I handed the brush to her, Amanda sighed, "That felt so good, I love to have my hair brushed. Mom tells me I'm too old for her to do it anymore. Thanks." I told her I'd be glad to brush her hair any time as long as her mom didn't mind. Although to be honest, I wasn't sure how it would come across if Amanda suddenly started coming to my house after her baths.
She slipped off the chair and tapped Annie on the shoulder. Annie looked back saw my empty lap and smiled. She hopped up, grabbed her blankie and climbed into my lap, carefully arranging it across both of our laps, the bottom brushing the tops of my feet. Amanda took her sister's place on the floor, refocusing on the movie. Amanda was wearing typical tween/teen sleepwear, a pair of flannel PJ pants and a t-shirt. So, I wasn't going to get an accidental show from her. I still enjoyed the view, her slender waist giving way to hips that were just starting to show some womanly curves. The pants were loose but hinted at the cute buns that I knew were there from watching them play in the sprinkler while Jan and I chatted on the front porch.
Annie settled into my lap, leaning back against my chest, focused it seemed, on the movie. I sat with my arms around her waist, just barely under the blanket. She had both hands on my arms, holding me while I held
her. After a little while she moved one hand off my arm. Glancing down, I could see very slight movement under the blanket. I sensed more than felt her start to tentatively stroke herself through her panties.
I moved my arms down a little lower and could feel her forearm contracting against mine as her fingers moved. Before long, she spread her legs, putting them on either side of mine. I felt her fingers brush my arm as she pulled her nightgown up and slipped her fingers under her panties. I raised my arm up a little trapping the wadded gown under it, holding it up for her. I could feel her buns begin to tense and release as she started to enjoy the motion of her fingers.
I looked over at Amanda to make sure she was still watching the movie, then down again and could just perceive the motion under the blanket as Annie worked. I felt my own arousal begin at being so close, holding her while she entered into this private realm. Her eyes were still on the TV, but as I watched, they seemed to lose focus, staring ahead somewhere in the half distance. Her motions increased and before long, she tensed and drew in a deep breath, closing her eyes. Her intake of breath caught Amanda's attention and she looked back for a second before turning to watch the TV again.
When Annie opened her eyes I could feel her pull her hand slowly out of her panties. I leaned my head down and whispered in her ear, "Was that good?" kissing her on the cheek. She nodded and pressed back into me, attention now on the movie.
A little while later, I could feel her start the motions again. This time there was no pretense of rubbing on the outside of her panties; she just slipped her hand inside and began rubbing again. A part of me was horrified that I found what a six year old girl was doing arousing. A bigger part of me wanted two things, to be closer to the action, and to release my dick which was still folded over in my jeans, aching to straighten out. I decided against adjusting myself and opted instead to move my hands. I slowly slid them down from her waist onto her thighs, wrapping my fingers around them, my index fingers gripping each inner thigh less than an inch from her vulva.
I was afraid moving my hands might disturb Annie, but instead, moving them seemed to increase the intensity of what she was doing. In no time she arched her back, closing her eyes and holding her breath. This time a little sound escaped her lips as she tensed. Amanda stirred again, and looked over her shoulder. I met her eyes and shrugged my shoulders hoping that the darkened room gave us enough cover.
Towards the end of the movie, Annie started again. This time, growing bolder, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her panties. She took the hint and raised her hips, allowing me to push them down. She took over pushing them to her ankles and re-spread her legs. I replaced my hands on her thighs, moving them a little closer this time. She held my wrist with one hand and began rubbing with the other. I thought my dick was going to rip my pants this time. I could feel her hand brushing mine as she rubbed, increasing my arousal. I gently took her hand from my wrist and put it on her stomach just above her groin. I slid it down towards her vulva, my fingers on top of hers hand where it rested above the action. She seemed to understand my intent, slipped it out from under mine and began rubbing with both hands. I put my hand back on her thigh, this time moving as close as possible, almost onto her outer lips.
She began moving her hips in earnest this time, rubbing vigorously. As she moved her hips, I slid my hands around and under her, cupping a bun in each hand, letting my fingers slide up under her thighs, almost touching her slit. The sensation was overwhelming. The feeling of her moving, her little buns tensing and releasing in my hands; the feel of her fingers brushing against mine as she rubbed herself; her back pressed into my chest; I could feel myself working towards an orgasm, without even touching myself. I think if my dick had been positioned up rather than down a leg of my jeans, I would have cum.
Instead, I rode with her, gently squeezing her buns as her movements came to a crescendo, this time ending in the biggest orgasm yet. Her muted grunt caught her sister's attention and Amanda turned this time looking at us longer than before. I couldn't do anything to stop Annie as she tensed with the final sensations, pressing her shoulders hard against my chest, her pelvis arching into her hands, helped by my hands on her buns. I hoped against hope that Amanda hadn't really seen what was happening, but my face colored at the thought of being caught.
As the movie was ending, I pulled my hands from underneath Annie and whispered that she needed to pull up her panties. She whispered back that they were lost under the blanket. I made an executive decision and stood up, repositioning her so that she was cradled in my arms, wrapping the blanket around her to keep the errant panties inside but letting it drape enough down to hide what I was sure was an obvious bulge in my pants.
As I headed out of the room, I told Amanda to pick a movie and get it cued up. I carried Annie to the bedroom and she mutely pointed out her bed. I put her down, knelt beside her and extracted the panties from the blanket. She let me slide them over her feet and up her legs. While I pulled them up, I was treated to a view of her cute little vulva, really just a slit, her mons barely bulging above her flat groin, her clit just a smooth little bump peaking out of the middle of the slit. She raised her hips as I pulled the panties up to her waist, straightening the waistband before pulling her nightgown down. As I tucked her in, I whispered, "You did it three times tonight. I guess it felt good."
She nodded her head sleepily, "It felt r-e-a-l-l-y good. I never did my nonny sitting on somebody's lap before, that made it feel extra good. That's why I did it again, 'cause your hands on my legs made me want to do it some more. It would feel real good if you would do my nonny now while I fall asleep, she said wistfully. Or, you could come in and do my nonny while I am asleep, that would make me have a good dream."
I didn't need additional encouragement. I slipped my hand under the sheet and rubbed her through her panties. She spread her legs, began to move her hips and closed her eyes. I was intent on the feeling of her little lips through her panties when I heard footsteps in the hall. I pulled my hand out and put it on her shoulder, just as Amanda appeared in the doorway with her arms crossed. "Are you ever coming back to the living room, I've been waiting forever," she exclaimed in an exasperated tone. "I already have the movie started."
I bent and kissed Annie on the cheek and she murmured a "good-night". As I stood, I hoped my bulge was not too apparent. I need not have worried as Amanda had spun around after her announcement and was already half way down the hall. I took advantage of her turned back and quickly adjusted myself as I followed her down the hall.
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