Daughter's Best Friend - Chapter 1

It was one of those perfect Spring days and I was sitting in a
tank top and shorts just relaxing a bit in the hour before my
daughter Lisa got home from her ballet lesson. My adorable
daughter just turned 12 and I was reflecting on what a bright,
pretty and popular girl we had raised. I thought with some pride,
that I'm a pretty good mom, all things considered. I smiled to
myself and closed my eyes in happy contemplation of our good
fortune and good life.

I was aroused from my reverie by a knock on the door.  I answered
the door to find Lisa's best friend Cindy on the doorstep. Cindy
is still 11 and she and Lisa are inseparable. They do everything
together most of the time, and she has been a frequent overnight
guest, as has Lisa at her house. They giggle and laugh and talk
and carry on until late, then curl up together to sleep. There
was cute little Cindy in a tube top and shorts, looking up at me.

"Hi Mrs. Larson. Is Lisa home?"
"She's still at her ballet lesson, Cindy," I replied. "She'll be
back in about an hour."
"Can I ask you a favor? My little brother and his bratty friends
are at my house. Can I come in and wait for her? I promise I can
just entertain myself and won't be a bother."

I said "of course, honey, come on in." I watched the cute blonde
bound into the living room and plop down on the couch in front of
the TV, where she and Lisa had often sat together watching movies
and cartoons. I offered her some juice and joined her with a
glass of seltzer.

"Thanks Mrs. Larson. You're really nice." she beamed, then
blushing a little, she said, "...and really pretty too. You...."
She blushed red and hesitated, "You have beautiful breasts."

Now I was blushing, as this young girl gazed at my 34 b-cup
breasts under my tank top.

"Can I see them?" she asked, shyly. She was so cute, this curious
little girlfriend of my own daughter, boldly asking me to show
her my tits. She looked down at her own tiny conical breastlets
pressing out her tube top.

"I hope mine look just like yours when they grow out." Then,
without a moment's warning or hesitation, she pulled her top off
over her head, looked down and said, "mine are just little bumps,
see?" Inviting me to stare at her petite body and perfect budding
breasts. Which I did, feeling a little excited and very
uncomfortable with this situation. It was about to get more
uncomfortable. When I looked up from her breasts, her eyes were
looking at my chest, expectantly, waiting. I wanted to say this
wasn't right, but she was so innocent about it, just wanting to
see and I didn't want to make it sound like there was anything
shameful about girls seeing girls' bodies. With one word, she
washed away my resolve. "Please?" she said.

I lifted up my tank top so she could see my chest.

"Oh wow. Mrs. Larson, they are beautiful. They're so beautiful
and I hope mine will look just like that."

I was blushing furiously as she enthused about my rather modest
sized breasts. I was about to thank her for the compliments and
lower my top back down, when she said, "Can I touch them?"

Without waiting for a reply, she tentatively put out her hand and
reached toward my right breast. My head was spinning, conflicted
by feelings of excitement and shame, watching in confusion as my
nipple stiffened in anticipation. I watched the innocent wonder
on her face as she reached for me, and my eyes wandered to her
small breasts. Her nipples were hard pink buttons on pale cones
of budding breast flesh. OMG and then her hand was on me, and
then both hands,  young soft child hands cupping my breasts,
palms on my hard nipples, sending chills through my body.

I could not believe this was happening, that I was sitting here,
holding up my blouse, my daughter's best friend topless before
me, cupping my breasts and thrilling me through and through. I
had to stop this.

"Honey, " I said "we shouldn't..."
"I like it when you call me that," she interrupted. Then leaning
toward me, she looked closely at my left breast as if inspecting
it, while her soft little fingers gently rolled and squeezed the
nipple. Her lovely young face was only inches from my breast,
gazing intensely as I blushed with shame and excitement and
confusion .

I felt her breath on my nipple, felt my pussy begin to moisten,
and then before I could react or recoil, her mouth was there, the
softest lips and warm wetness engulfing my engorged nipple. The
feeling was incredible as she mouthed my nipple, sucking and
licking at it. My mind wanted to scream "No!" but my body was on
fire. I couldn't help myself as a soft moan escaped my lips and
my eyes fluttered closed. Her hot mouth licked and sucked at one
nipple, then the other. Then I felt her small hand on my lower
belly, slipping under the waistband of my shorts, and inside my
panties. No, I had to stop this, now. But her fingers were
already there, slipping between my very wet labia into the furrow
of my aching cunt. I gasped as her finger slid deep into my
weeping vagina. Then her mouth and her fingers were gone from me
and I whimpered slightly in disappointment and need.

I opened my eyes and she was right there. She had stood up so her
tiny breasts were right in front of my face, inches away. Her
hands were on her sweet mounds, fingers on her little nipples.
OMG no. Up until now I had desperately deluded myself that this
was just a young girl's curiosity about the adult female body and
that I was a nonparticipant, just allowing her to satisfy her
curiosity. Now I was staring at her budding breasts and filled
with lust, shocking myself by wanting to touch them, to
experience the forbidden softness that she seemed to be offering
me. "Honey," I started. But she was having none of my protests.
Her hands caressed my cheeks and she leaned forward, her nipples
now so close to my lips I could feel their heat. "No," I started
again, "we can't..." Cindy simply arched her back a little and
with her incredibly soft tender hands on my face, drew me to her
naked preteen breast. Her nipple grazed against my lips and they
seemed to part of their own accord. I whimpered again, she
sighed, and I was sucking her tiny nipple, circling it with my
tongue. I realized only then that I was still holding up my tank
top. Now I pulled it off and tossed it aside, then putting my
hands around this darling little girl, pulled her back to my
mouth, lavishing kisses on her chest and breasts as her hands
gently guided me to one nipple, then the other.

Then just as I was fighting back my feelings of guilt and shame,
I felt her hands on my head, pushing very gently down. Oh no. Not
that. How could she even know about THAT? I resisted, so afraid
and confused about abandoning the last shred of pretense about
what was happening between us. This little girl, my daughter's
best friend and daily playmate, was frankly seducing me. Hell,
she HAD seduced me.

I whimpered again in lust and need and so slightly in protest, as
her hands pressed slightly more insistently downward, and to my
shock and shame, I was kissing down her perfect flat belly,
downward, OMG, knowing exactly where this was leading. But it was
too late, I was hers, totally and completely. I could hear her
breathing quicken and deepen, and she too was making little
urgent whimpering noises.

She quickly pushed her shorts and panties down and off as I
kissed and licked her belly. And then I was staring right at her
juvenile pussy mound, hairless and undeveloped, her tiny pink
labia barely protruding from her slit. I wanted so much to
control myself, but I saw the moisture, like dew drops, coating
her baby labia as the scent of her arousal filled my nostrils. It
was the most erotic thing I've ever seen, and I had never felt so
aroused. I just stared in wonder and astonishment at her bald,
naked preteen cunny, her juices now forming droplets on her
labia. I was stuck in this state of hypnotic lust and arousal,
and as if knowing just how this was affecting me, staring
wantonly for the first time at a child's tiny cunt, she reached
down and spread her lips open, showing me the yearning red
interior and the pool of her virgin lubricant juices beckoning
from the opening of her small hole. And then her other hand
gently pulled me in, pulled me close, closer, until my lips
brushed her wet labia. We both moaned as my lips met her pussy
lips and I let my tongue slip between them, lapping gently, just
inside, tasting her, tasting a woman's juices for the first time,
and not a woman, but a preteen girl.

Abandoning all pretense of resistance, I laid her down on the
couch and placing my hands on her incredibly soft thighs, spread
her legs apart. I watched as her tiny vagina winked open,
glistening with juices, saw the excitement and lust on her young
face, and leaned in to her, bringing my mouth to the mouth of her
hairless cunny. I snaked my tongue deep into her hole, tasting
her juices flowing out onto my tongue, coating my mouth, slippery
and sweet. Her scent was intoxicating, her little gasps and moans
thrilling me beyond anything I had ever experienced. I could feel
my own pussy dripping with arousal, soaking my panties and
shorts. I lapped my tongue deep into her, then dragging her
juices up her slit, smeared them all over her tiny stiffened
clit, circling it around and around with my tongue, slippery with
her juices, then sucking gently, drawing it into my mouth and
massaging it with my lips. She moaned and panted and arched up,
mashing her pussy to my lips. With every lick, she thrust herself
to me, aching for release making urgent and incoherent noises as
I greedily devoured her hairless 11 year old cunt. Her hands were
on my head, in my hair, pulling me into her as her little hips
rotated, grinding her pussy against my mouth. Her eyes were
closed, rolled back in her head as she moaned "uhn, uhn, oh,
Ooooh" with every lick, every thrust of my tongue. My mouth and
her body moved as one, her grinding and thrusts moving my mouth
around with her soaking wet preteen cunt. Her pussy was flooded
with juices which I lapped at hungrily as if my life was
sustained solely by the nectar flowing from her young virgin
hole, and by her passion and need.

It thrilled me to thrill her and I knew I was hers any time she
would allow me to suckle at her young cunt. I never wanted
anything more in my life than to hear her excitement and lust for
me, to feel her release, to drink this young girl's orgasmic
juices. And then she was there, her back arching, mashing her
cunny hard to my mouth and pulling me in deep with her hands on
my head, my hands holding her firm little ass, holding her to my
mouth so I wouldn't miss a drop as her juices surged into my
hungry sucking mouth. I drank as if my life depended on it,
moaning at least as much as her as wave after wave of orgasm
washed over her. I lapped and sucked and swallowed down every
sweet droplet of her until she collapsed back onto the couch. My
mouth now covered completely her small cunt mound and as I gently
kissed and sucked on it, my tongue circled the outer reaches,
avoiding her oversensitive clit as she panted and sighed in
post-orgasmic bliss.

"Oh my god, Mrs. Larson, that was so amazing." she cooed.
"Cindy, honey, why don't you call me Ann? I think we're past
being too formal by now."

She laughed, a childish giggling laugh reminding me that I had
just buried my tongue and feasted my eyes and hands on a child,
my little daughter's friend, my neighbor's daughter. Cindy saw me
flush red with the realization and start to pull back away from
her. She clasped her hands to my shoulder and said, "no, Ann,
please. Come kiss me." And she pulled me up to face her, gazing
lovingly into my eyes and then kissing my lips, my lips still wet
with her sexy preteen juices. She kissed me deeply, her precious
small lips on mine and her little tongue exploring my mouth. She
licked around my lips, my cheeks and chin and said, "mmmmmm.Is
that what I taste like?" Before I could answer, she said "I want
to taste you now."

My heart was pounding, my pussy weeping with arousal and need and
I could feel tears in my eyes as this beautiful young girl
offered me the release I so badly needed.
