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Neighbors

Chapter 2

by The Razor’s Edge

Bonnie

The next morning I was sitting at the kitchen table, thinking. Mark had left for the office. Brandy was still sleeping.

Last night was almost a blur. I had almost overwhelming mixed feelings. On one hand I was in a state of euphoria. What happened with Brandy last night was beautiful. It fulfilled my latent desires; my secret longings. And Mark approved. Brandy’s little body was just perfect. And the sex with Mark afterward was simply the greatest. It wasn’t very often I sucked his cock, but last night I did. I really wanted to. I needed to. He was so rock hard. He was moaning like crazy. I’m no prude. I’ve seen some of the porn sites on the internet. I’ve see a woman actual let her partner cum in her mouth. Last night I really wanted to try it. I really did! I was really tempted! But I didn’t. What would he taste like? Maybe next time. God he was great. Rock solid; rock hard! I giggled to myself. Even now I was still horny. I wanted to try all kinds of new things.

I couldn’t believe it when Mark told me he’d fuck Brandy. That really set me off. Then I knew Mark and I had the same desires; the same feelings; the same fantasies. After all these years I never knew. Strange how you live with a person for 11 years and after only one night all is revealed and your life turns around. The future looked wonderful. I could hardly wait!

On the other hand, though, I was extremely apprehensive. The morning after was always the worst. What had I done to Brandy? What would she really think? I had tried for 10 years to be the best mom I could, and now this. I knew for years deep down I liked little girls. The way they walked in the malls, their little bare legs under little tiny mini-skirts, swaying back and forth. Sometimes they aroused me to a state of wetness. I just couldn’t help it. Of course I never tried anything. It was my deepest secret but really and truly I did want to seize the moment. But how could I? Where would I start?

Last night with Brandy was a dream. God I hoped she wouldn’t hate me this morning. Now I could hear her running down the stairs. Here goes, I thought. Would she despise me?

“Mommy, mommy,” she wailed as she ran into the kitchen, already dressed. “Mrs. Johnson and Kayla are going to McDonalds for breakfast. Can I go? Pleeeaase. Pleeeeeaaaaassssseeeee! They asked me! They really did!” She ran over and gave me a hug.

I chuckled to myself. Oh my little Brandy; still full of enthusiasm. Were my fears unwarranted?

God, I hoped so.

“Alright, already. Take it easy,” I told her. “Sure you can go.” I thought about sitting down with her to discuss last night but she just seemed so enthusiastic about her morning that I thought again. Let’s see what happens.

“You’re the best mommy ever!” she wailed. She gave me a peck on the lips. That in itself was different because any other time her little pecks would be on the cheek. Had all been forgotten about last night? She flew out the door. “Bye. See ya later!” She was gone in a flash. I smiled to myself. At least the morning after the night before was over. My baby still loved me. What a sense of relief!

It was about 10 o’clock. The phone already!

“Hello!”

“Hi, Bonnie. It’s Jan next door. How are you?”

“Hey, Jan. I’m good. How are you doing?” It was only last night we had been to their house and already she was calling? This was encouraging! I really liked her. We were only at their house an hour or so but I could just tell she would be fun to be around. I was really looking forward to having her as a friend. “I thought you’d be still unpacking. How’s it going?”

“Slowly, very slowly,” she chuckled. “I’m glad I don’t have to move every year, that’s for sure.” She sounded a little sleepy on the phone. Her voice was sexy, drawn out.

I lowered my voice a little to match hers. For some unknown reason I just wanted to sound sexier for her. “Me too. We’ve been in the place about eight years and I never want to leave. It’s pathetic the amount of junk people collect over a short time, eh?”

“Yeah, I know. Anyway, I don’t know your routine or anything but I was just wondering if you’d like to come over for coffee this morning and chat.”

Boy, would I! Jan was pretty. I liked being around her. “Hey, that’d be great,” I told her. “Mark went into the office today to download his stuff and Brandy is over at Kayla Johnson’s already so I’m just sitting here watching the soaps. What time?”

“Anytime, it doesn’t matter. Just come when you’re ready.”

“Well, I’d like to come now but I’m still in my ‘jammies’”, I admitted. “Terrible, eh? I haven’t even had a shower yet. I guess I’m just lazy today.” Again my horniness swept over me. Some of Mark’s cum was still matted on my pussy from last night. I still felt sexy. I wanted Jan’s finger where Mark’s cock had been. So bad!

Jan’s voice turned just a little eager. “Really! I haven’t either. If you said yes I was going to suggest around 10:30. That’d give me time to get cleaned up … but since we’re both in the same state of dress why don’t you come over now and we’ll have a morning slumber party. Throw on a robe and come the back way. No one will see,” Jan giggled.

This might be interesting, I thought. All of a sudden seeing my good looking next door neighbor in pajamas seemed a little erotic. “Are you sure? It sounds like it would be fun.”

“Sure I’m sure. Come on. I’ll go unlock the back door.”

“Okay. I’ll be right over,” I told her.

“Great! See ya.”

I’d never done anything like this before in my life. I was only wearing my nightshirt. Panties, but no bra. I was so little on top it didn’t matter anyway. No one would notice. I had this feeling of recklessness. I went to the bedroom, put on a robe and headed out the back door, hoping none of the other neighbors would see me. I was kind of giddy. I hadn’t been at a slumber party since I was in high school. They were fun I remembered. Jan was standing at her back door, waiting.

“Get in here before someone sees you!” she teased.

Jan was wearing an old beat up robe. She looked sexy, even though her hair was tousled and she wore no makeup. Short hair was always easier to look after, I remembered. I was kind of self conscience since my hair had only got the once over this morning. But what the heck, at least I had washed my face. But I hadn’t brushed my teeth. Damn, I forgot. No kissing Jan this morning I giggled to myself. I’m bad! It would be fun to kiss Jan, I thought. Geeze, what’s the matter with me?

I had no idea what Jan was wearing underneath her robe. She was barefoot and her robe came down to her knees. It was tightly tied at her waist. We sat at the kitchen table.

“What do you take in your coffee?” she asked.

“Just cream, thanks.” There was a bottle of Kahlua on the kitchen counter.

“I like a little Kahlua in mine in the morning. It kinda jump starts my day. Want some?” Jan offered.

“Sure, why not?” As Jan was preparing the coffee, I looked her over quickly. Every once in a while I got a glimpse of her thigh as the robe moved back and forth. I sat back in the kitchen chair and kicked off my sandals under the table. My robe was a little shorter. It was probably because of my long legs. I felt comfortable. Jan was very cute I decided. We started chit-chatting about family, school and kids. Just girl talk. I asked about the Avon and Jan asked what we do for fun. We were on our second cup of Kahlua laced coffee when Andrea came into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes. She was wearing a silky red sleep top that just barely covered her ass cheeks. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples were rubbing on the silky fabric. She sure isn’t shy, I concluded.

“Hi, babe. Sleep good?” Jan asked her daughter.

“Okay,” Andrea replied. “Did you make enough coffee for me?” I didn’t know any 13 year olds that drank coffee. Andrea was a little different, that’s for sure.

“Yeah, there’s lots,” Jan replied. “Have some. We can make more if we need it.” Andrea reached up into the cupboard for a cup. Her top rode up. I could see her perfect ass, outlined by the tiny panties. They were silky red, matching the top. They were cut low enough that I could see the top of her ass crack. I was beginning to feel the liqueur. My nervousness was gradually fading. I stared at Andrea’s beautiful ass. I glanced at Jan. She caught me staring at Andi. I was a little embarrassed. Jan just smiled. Andrea poured coffee into her cup and reached for the Kahlua bottle and poured some in. Jan watched but didn’t say anything. I guess it was just a natural occurrence this family that the 13 year old would lace her coffee with a liqueur. Andi sat with us at the table. I glanced occasionally at her beautiful tits. They were gorgeous, even though they were covered. I was amazed at their size, since she was so young. Now she caught me looking. She didn’t say anything. She just smiled at me.

“So, what’s up today, Andi?” Jan asked her daughter.

“Nothing, I guess. I’m just going to lazy around. Maybe I won’t even get dressed.” She glanced at me again. Again I was focused on those beautiful tits. Damn, I thought, caught again. Oh well, I liked looking at those gorgeous orbs.

“For 13 you sure are a big girl,” I told her, staring at her chest again. Her nipples were rubbing very nicely on the silky material. She smiled. She threw her head back just a little. She pushed her hair back over her ear, looking directly into my eyes. Was she flirting with me? It felt like it.

“Thanks,” she said. “I like looking grown up. Besides, I can buy adult clothes. Not that doofus kiddie stuff that’s out there.”

“Well, you sure have good taste. That top is gorgeous. It looks expensive.”

“Naw, I got it at Bealls on sale. It was part of a set. The top matches the panties.”

I needed to do this. “Can I feel the material? It looks so silky.”

“Sure,” Andrea replied. She got up from her chair and stood in front of me. I felt the bottom hem of the top.

“Now that is nice stuff! At Bealls? Why can’t I ever find anything sexy like this when I shop there?” I dropped the hem and Andrea ran her hand over the top. Her hands went right over her tits, smoothing the material. Did I detect a slight squeeze? Did she enjoy playing with her own tits? She raised the top to expose the front of her panties. God they were cut low. I’m sure they just covered her cunt.

“See how they match. Cool, eh?” Fuck, I wanted to run my fingers over those panties too, but of course I didn’t. I was looking directly at the silky covered pussy of this young girl. I had the urge to reach out and caress that fucking little pussy. I had just met these people. Geeze, I was getting hornier. I glanced at Jan. She was still smiling. I thought the liqueur was having an effect on her too. She looked very peaceful. And she looked sultry, with uncombed hair and no makeup. I didn’t want to push it. Not the first day. But this little 13 year old was sure sexy. Her mom, sitting there looking so peaceful, looked sexy too. I felt kinky.

Was Jan like that too, I wondered. Maybe I should try and seduce her. It would need a little work. Should I try? A little sexy talk maybe? Kind of feel her out. How should I start? Let me think. My plans were already starting to form. Yes, I thought, life is passing by way too quickly.

Andrea sat back down. She looked at me. Was it a look of disappointment since I didn’t try something? I didn’t know what else to talk about. My pussy was wet. I needed to get home, get in the shower and run my fingers over myself. Too bad Mark wasn’t home. I would really like to fuck him now. Even taste his cum, maybe. I had to get out of here. I looked at the clock on the stove. 10:47.

“Well, I guess I better take off and get cleaned up,” bemoaning the fact that I had to leave these two sexy creatures. I stood up and headed for the back door. Jan got up too. Somehow the tie on her robe had loosened. I could see her nightshirt and her perky tits. She was braless too. I could easily tell. Her tits sagged. Beautiful. I desperately wanted to reach inside her robe and caress one; feel her softness; suck on her nipple.

“Thanks for coming over, Bonnie. Let’s do it again soon, okay?” It was a little awkward but she threw her arms around my neck and gave me a hug. I put my arms around her back. I returned the hug. She smiled at me, face to face. Then brought her lips to mine and gave me a quick kiss. It may have been a little tipsy kiss caused by the liqueur but it was still nice. She looked at me. Again she smiled, comfortable with her feat. Although I was a little surprised, I wasn’t shocked. She could tell immediately. Then she kissed me again; longer this time. I hadn’t been kissed by a woman before. It felt amazingly seductive.

I was about three inches from her face, smiling. “Oh yeah, babe,” I murmured in my best sexy voice. “We’ll do this again real soon. Count on it. I really like your coffee,” I giggled. “Thanks for having me.” Then I kissed her. I had to let her know I approved of her action. I felt her tongue quickly brush against my teeth. I knew she wanted to French-kiss me, but it was too soon. Later I thought.

I headed out the back door, looking forward to my shower; my fingers and my thoughts of Jan, her kisses, her beautiful sagging, braless tits and her sensual 13 year old daughter.

The rest of the day I was confused but contented. The kisses Jan gave me were way too obvious. To me it was apparent that she wanted to get closer. Maybe not. Such indecision. Maybe it was just her way of being friendly. Too many maybes. Could I talk to Mark about it? What would he think? Would he get angry? No, he wasn’t like that. He’s always been my rock. I loved him dearly, but I needed more, something different, something naughty. Mark got home about 4:30. He came in smiling as usual; a hug and a kiss.

“Good day today?” he asked, always interested in my days; my time alone without him. I wasn’t ready yet to tell him about Jan, Andrea and the little red lingerie. Later, I thought. Now it just felt good to be wrapped in his arms. He was my strength, my soul mate and now after 11 years the person who understood my wants and needs. Life was going to get better.

“Yes,” I answered. “It was a very good day. I’ll tell you about it later,” I giggled. “Right now it’s time to start dinner.”

“Got it,” he smiled. “Where’s Brandy?”

“She’s in her room playing with Kayla.” He left for the den.

This afternoon Brandy and Kayla had been playing in Brandy’s room for a change. Kayla was Brandy’s best friend. She had just turned 11. Brandy was about three months behind her. The girls met in kindergarten and had been fast friends ever since. We watched Kayla grow up but really I didn’t take much notice of her until lately.

Now at 11 Kayla was about 3 inches shorter than Brandy and a little stockier. She wasn’t fat, just bigger boned. Her little legs were just a little sturdier and her tummy still had a little baby fat. Her cheeks were chubbier, her eyes brown and her nose just a little more pixie than Brandy’s. She wore braces. Kayla’s hair was her most endearing feature. It was long, half way down her back and dirty blonde. Most of the time she wore it in either pig-tails on either side of her head, or in just one long tail down one side of her head. Not like a pony tail down her back, but just over her ear and shoulder. She had a little habit of cocking her head a little to the right when you were talking to her, eager to hear every word you said. It was very charming.

I didn’t know if it was because she was a little heftier than Brandy or not but I did notice the other day that she was starting to develop just a little. I thought to myself that it may be a little baby fat. Or then again it could be start of puberty. Her baby fat around her belly-button was endearing; no, I may as well admit it, it was sexy. She sometimes wore tops that would ride up revealing her beautiful, flawless skin. The other day was the first time I really wanted to reach out and run my fingers over that little tummy. Jesus, I was horny these days. Was I turning into a pedophile too?

The two little girls bounded down the stairs, full of enthusiasm as usual. Brandy was wearing a tee and shorts. Kayla was wearing a mini-skirt and a white spaghetti strap top that didn’t quite cover her navel. The neckline was straight, just barely covering her little budding tits. Her flawless tummy and little navel were exposed. I smiled to myself. She’s really cute, I thought.

“Can Kayla stay for supper?” Brandy shrieked. Kayla had been to our house hundreds of times as had Brandy to their house. I think they ate together more at each other’s houses than they did alone with their families. It was not an unusual request.

“You know the rules, baby,” I replied. I didn’t have to say anymore. Kayla ran to the phone to call her mother. I watched her scamper off, her skirt swaying around her newly curving hips. Yes, she was developing. Kayla was becoming a little fox, I thought. God, this horniness was too much!

We were all sitting at the table, eating dinner. I kept glancing at Kayla and that sexy little white top. After this morning with Jan and Andi I was feeling extremely hot. Kayla kept glancing back at me. Her head again was cocked slightly to the right, probably wondering what I was looking at. When she was a little girl, that little head gesture was cute, now at 11 it was just downright erotic.

I looked right at her little forming tits. “That top is really cute on you, Kayla. Where’d you get it?” I asked, still looking at her chest.

She looked down at her chest too. “At The Gap. My mom didn’t want me to get it but I talked her into it.” I could see why. It was just a little big on her. If she bent over her little budding tits would be fully exposed.

“Well, it looks nice on you anyway. It’s a little big but you’ll grow into it.” I glanced at her chest again. “You’ll have to be careful when you bend over, that’s all.”

She was nonchalant. “Yeah, I guess so. But no one wants to look at my tits, anyway.” Suddenly she realized what she said. Her hand went to her mouth. She turned beet red. “Ooooops. Sorry,” she giggled.

I almost choked. Brandy started giggling. My voice showed my surprise. Kayla probably thought I was going to scold her.

“Where did you learn a word like that?” I asked quietly, trying to overcome my shock. Secretly I was glad she said it. It was sexy hearing a little girl use a semi-naughty word. Her expression changed immediately to fear.

Mark came to her rescue. He was her salvation as well as mine. “Come on, Bonnie. She’s almost a teenager. She’s a big girl now. What’s the big deal? It’s only a word.” Kayla beamed at him. She had an ally!

I glanced at her chest again; then I turned to Mark. “I know. It just caught me off guard, that’s all.” I smiled at Kayla. “It’s okay. I’m not mad. But …. but you’d be surprised at how many people would like to look down your top and see your …. your little tits, even at 11. Some people really like little girls.” I tried my best to make it a statement of fact; mommy advice, knowing full well it was me that wanted that first glimpse down her shirt. I used the word ‘tits’ to make her feel more comfortable. I secretly wanted her to say it again.

Brandy joined in. “Yeah, ya gotta be careful,” she giggled. “Some big ole boogie-man will want to put his hand down your top and feel you up.”

Kayla started giggling again. “Yeah, maybe some old ‘boogie-woman’!” She glanced at me. Why? Did she know that it was me that wanted to get my hands those little budding tits? Both girls started laughing. Mark and I were smiling. How far would Kayla go? I wanted to get her alone sometime, without Mark or Brandy around, and feel her out, and feel her up. I am the ‘boogie-woman’, kiddo, I thought to myself. Talk a little sexy to her, see how she responded. I didn’t know how that would happen though. At the very least Brandy was always around. The two kids were inseparable.

After dinner Brandy and Kayla were helping me clean up. Mark was in the den. Brandy excused herself to go to the bathroom. Kayla looked at me. “Can I help load the dishwasher? I do it all the time at home.” The expression on her face was different, a little sly. Was she up to something? I dismissed it. It was just me being horny.

“Sure. Why not?” She started loading the machine. Every time she bent over to put a dish in her top opened. I was right. I could see her complete budding little tits completely. They were bigger than I imagined. This definitely was not baby fat. She really did have pretty little tits. Her nipples were rosy and starting to develop a little puffiness. The nubs even looked a little hard. Each time she bent over, she’d glance up at me, knowing I was looking down her top.

I smiled at her. My voice was very low; a little sultry. “See, I can you see all of your little tits when you bend over. I was right, that top is a little big on you.” I put my hand to my mouth, giggling. “Ooops, I said it too!” I couldn’t believe how this little girl I had known for more than six years had turned out to be this sexy little 11 year-old Lolita.

She was giggling now, too. “You’re naughty!” She continued loading the machine. Her bending over was more pronounced. It was like a game she was playing. She waited for a second before she retrieved more dishes from the counter, giving me a good look. The little fox, I thought. She wanted to show me!

Then she turned serious. Her voice was very low. “I …. I like you looking at them. It kinda makes me feel sexy,” she admitted, quietly.

“You are sexy, Kayla. No question about that,” I replied, also serious. She beamed at me, but said nothing. I was going to take a chance. “You should start to wear sexier clothes like you have on tonight. You know, like little mini-skirts, short-shorts, short tees, tops like this one. You are pretty, you know. And …. and I do like looking at your little tits,” I admitted. “They’re really cute.”

Again her head cocked to one side. Her long sidewise pony-tail dropped a little. She smiled.

“Thanks. I ….. I think you’re pretty too.” I immediately blushed. I hadn’t expected that at all. I went and stood beside her. “You are so sweet, baby. Thanks.” I looked into her eyes. I raised my hand and gently caressed that flawless, protruding baby-fat on her midriff, running my fingers over her belly-button. My finger entered the little navel. I gently squeezed her little tummy. “You are really pretty, Kayla,” I cooed, quietly. I bent over and kissed her on the lips. It wasn’t a peck but a short woman-to-little girl kiss. I broke away.

She smiled at me. “That …. that was nice,” she cooed. She was serious. “Do it again.” I could hear Brandy charging down the stairs.

“Later, baby,” I replied, quietly, looking directly into her eyes. “I will later.”

Kayla and I continued loading the dishwasher. Brandy came rushing into the kitchen. “What’s taking you guys so long to clean up?” If she only knew.

Later, after Kayla left, Brandy went into the den to watch TV. Mark and I sat at the kitchen table. I told him about having coffee at Jan’s and my good day. I teased him about seeing Andrea in the top and panties. Then I told him about the kisses between Jan and I. “It’s almost as if she’s reaching out for something, Mark. Maybe their sex life is in shambles. Maybe she sees life passing her by and wants to try something different. Or maybe she’s just an out and out lesbian. I don’t know. I do know that the kiss was different and I liked it. I never kissed a woman before. It was …. ah, gentler ….. seductive. I love you Mark, I always will, and I don’t want anything to come between us. I want you’re opinion. What should I do?”

As usual he was a rock. “I love you too, babe. If it was another guy kissing you I would be very disappointed; very disillusioned and frustrated. But this is something very different. I know you want to try different things now. The way you made love to Brandy last night was exactly that, love. I know many people think it’s wrong. There are all kinds of laws against it, both written and moral, but that doesn’t concern me. It was a loving act. It taught her love can be different between two people and I don’t think she is any the worse for knowing and understanding what she felt and saw. Wanting to take this a step further with Jan or whoever is fine with me. It’s just called being curious, that’s all. You may even be bi-sexual, which is also fine with me. If you get into a relationship with her just remember not to leave Brandy and I out of it. And, don’t hurt anyone. Don’t hurt your family and don’t hurt Jan either. She may go into it with a whole different thought process. You owe her that, baby. And, if I can help you with anything, let me know. Ah …. it’s kinda erotic knowing that the love of my life wants to make it with another woman. Maybe I could even watch sometime,” he chuckled.

“Men! Always ready to take it one step further, aren’t you?” I laughed. “But, thanks Mark. I would never do anything to hurt you or Brandy. Never, ever. But I really want to see how far Jan is willing to go. Maybe it will go nowhere. Maybe she’ll get angry and never talk to me again. But I least I will know I tried. I never tried anything like this in my life. I think now is the right time to spread my wings a little. I feel sooooo free but I’m scared.” God, I was glad I could talk to Mark. It was such a relief. I couldn’t imagine a better husband.

The next day Brandy called Kayla. Again Brandy was going to the Johnson’s house. She came in the kitchen where I was cleaning up from breakfast. “Going to Kayla’s mom. See ya later!” She was out the door in a flash. I was disappointed. I wanted Kayla at our house but I admitted to myself that perhaps I was moving too fast. By this time she probably forgot all about the kiss last night in the kitchen.

I puttered around the house, cleaning and dusting, and watching my soaps. Mark was in the den most of the day, doing whatever he does. I tried not to disturb him.

Around 3 o’clock the garage door opened and both little girls came charging in the house. “Hi! Bye!” They immediately went to Brandy’s room. I didn’t even see them. Don’t these two ever slow down, I thought! Brandy knew not to disturb her dad when he was trying to work. I desperately wanted to see what Kayla was wearing today but I held off. I needed to know if she would take me up on my request to wear sexy clothes. I could feel a tingle in my pussy. How could I get that little 11 year old Lolita alone?

I thought I’d try something. I went to our bedroom and stripped. I looked at myself in the mirror. Not bad, I thought. I rubbed my nipples so the nubs stood out hard. I put on a spaghetti-strap top and mini; nothing else, no bra, no panties. I looked in the mirror again. Yes; my nipples were protruding nicely against the cotton top. You could slightly see the darkness of my nipples through the light fabric. The skirt just came to mid thigh. I looked sexy. I reached under the skirt and drew my finger along my pussy lips. I was wet. Fuck, I was horny again. I went to Brandy’s room. The door was closed. I knocked.

“Whatcha guys doin’?” I asked, through the door, giving the little girls some privacy; some warning.

“Nothin’”, Brandy squealed. “Just a sec.” I heard some rustling. What were they doing? After a few seconds it was Brandy. “Come on in,” she called, through the door. I entered the room. Both girls were lying on the bed, giggling. They looked at me. Their eyes went to my tits. I looked down. My nipples were still hard.

“You look awesome,” Kayla screeched. “I sooo like that outfit.” I smiled at her. She was wearing a shirt and mini-skirt. Three buttons were undone on her shirt. She looked awesome too, I thought. Brandy was wearing a tee-shirt and shorts. Both little girls were beautiful. Then I spotted a pair of little panties on the floor beside the bed. They were not Brandy’s I knew. What were these little crazies up to? I could only hope!

“Thanks, Kayla. You look pretty too.” My eyes roamed over the girls. I closed the bedroom door. “So …. what were you guys doing?”

“Nothing!” Brandy piped up. Her denial was just a little too quick.

“Oh, okay,” I replied. “Can I stay a little while and do nothing too?”

Kayla started giggling like crazy. “Okay, if you want to. But … well, actually we were doing something,” she admitted, still giggling. “Ummmm, we were practicing.”

“Kayla!” Brandy screeched.

I started laughing. I was a little girl at one time too. With the little panties on the floor I thought I knew what they were practicing. “It’s okay guys. I’ll bet you were practicing something I did when I was your age too. I’ll bet you were practicing kissing. It’s okay. I don’t mind,” I reassured them. I could feel my nipples getting even harder. Both girls started giggling. “So …. why did it take so long to open the door?” I asked, smiling.

Kayla was the bold one. “Well …. ah, we were kinda practicing and, ah, Brandy was just in her panties and, ah, she wanted to put her shirt and shorts back on.” Quite a revelation!

Again Brandy shrieked. “Kayla!”

Again I took a tone of reassurance. I didn’t want to show shock or disapproval. “Oh, that’s a fun way to practice kissing.” I needed more. “Ah, …. can I watch you practice?”

Again Brandy squealed. “Mom!”

Kayla turned to Brandy. “You know, I think it would be kinda neat if we did it with your mom watching.” Then she simply went to Brandy and kissed her. Brandy didn’t try to break the kiss and it lasted a few seconds.

Kayla turned to me again. “Was that okay?” she asked me, seductively and quietly.

“Oh, yeah, that was nice, Kayla,” I replied. As Kayla turned to kiss Brandy her skirt rode up. She was on her side. I could almost see her little bare butt. I was mesmerized. “But do it again; longer this time”, I told them. Kayla again turned to Brandy. Again they kissed. Again her skirt rode up. Now I could see all of her beautiful, little bare ass. This kiss lasted much longer. I could tell they were French-kissing. They knew a lot about kissing. Then it happened. Kayla’s little hand went under Brandy’s tee. She was actually playing with my little girl’s little flat tit as she kissed her. Now I was really wet! The kiss broke but Kayla’s hand remained under the t-shirt, caressing gently.

Again she turned to me. She was serious. “I like playing with Brandy’s little tits,” she said, matter of fact. She seemed so grown up and mature.

“Yeah, and I like playing with hers too,” Brandy piped up, innocently. “Especially when we kiss. It feels really neat.” This little kid was so guiltless; so refreshing.

I didn’t know exactly how to proceed, so I played the mom. “It’s okay, guys,” I told them. “Kissing and feeling each other is only natural. You guys should experiment with each other. It’s fun and, ah, … it’s sexy too.” Both little girls beamed. I wanted to try something. “Stand up, you guys. Try kissing standing up. Take off … take off your tops.” Both kids stood, removed their tops and went into each others arms. Now I could see clearly Kayla’s little budding tits. They were so tiny; so spectacular. They started kissing. I moved Brandy’s hands under Kayla’s little skirt. Naturally she started caressing her little friend’s ass. Kayla broke the kiss and looked right into Brandy’s eyes. Then she glanced at me, smiling. Again she turned to Brandy.

She was a little breathless; quiet; excited. “Brandy, feel my pussy. I want you to. Come on, Bran, run your finger over my little slit. I want you to do it while your mom watches,” she admitted. “That would be soooo cool.” Her breathing was beginning to quicken. It was so sexy watching these two little Lolitas play. Brandy slowly brought her hand around between their little bodies, raised Kayla’s little skirt and started to play with her little friend’s pussy. They kissed again. Mmmm, it was so erotic watching these little girls play. Their eyes were closed. Brandy continued to caress Kayla’s little slit. I couldn’t see because of the skirt but I could imagine.

Kayla broke the kiss. Her voice was quiet, breathless. “Stick it in, Bran. Stick your finger in it.”

Brandy looked at me, smiling, but serious. “Should I, mommy? Should I finger her …. her pussy?” The words little girls knew, I thought. I had no idea. God, it was so erotic.

I was getting very hot, breathless. “Yeah, baby,” I told her, quietly. “Put your finger her little cunt, baby. Move it in and out.” Kayla spread her legs a little.

Again the two little girls kissed. I could see motion under the little skirt but couldn’t see the action. Again the kiss broke. Again Brandy looked at me. Her breathing was rapid. “Should I kiss it, mommy? Like you did me the other night?” God, Kayla knew! Brandy had told her. But I was too far gone now.

“Yeah, baby. Kiss her little pussy for me. Taste her, baby. Just like the other night, baby.” Brandy got down on her knees and raised Kayla’s skirt. Kayla spread her legs even farther. I got the most spectacular view of the most beautiful little cunt. It was a little red from playing; the lips spread nicely.

“Use your tongue,” Kayla told Brandy, breathless; just like we were doing before.” They had been doing more than kissing! “Lick it for me, Bran. Brandy’s little fingers went to Kayla’s beautiful cunt and spread the lips slightly. She looked at me coyly then he mouth reached its goal. She kissed the little organ then ran her tongue into the little slit and licked. Kayla’s head went back. She started moaning. In her little girl, breathless voice, “Oh man, that feels good. Oh, god, I love it when you lick my pussy, Bran.” Brandy was really into it now, kissing, licking, sucking.

I couldn’t stand it any longer. I went over and lay on Brandy’s bed. I brought my own skirt up to my waist and as I watched the little girls started to masturbate, just like the other night with Brandy.

Brandy looked up to Kayla. “See, I told you,” she whispered to her little friend. “My mom fucks herself too.” It was the very first time I ever heard her used the word ‘fuck’. Mmmm, I wanted her to say it again. “Isn’t it neat? She loves to finger her pussy too. She did it for me the other night. It’s soooo cool.”

It felt so good with the two little girls watching me that I knew I’d cum early. It was just too erotic. I knew then that I wanted to taste Brandy’s little friend. I just needed to. “Kayla,” I moaned, “come over here, baby.” She moved towards the side of the bed. “Lift your skirt for me baby,” I asked, breathless. “Let me see your little cunt, baby. Spread your legs for me a little.” She did. Now I was face to face with the most beautiful little pussy I had ever seen. So soft. So downy. Oh, god, I couldn’t help myself. My mouth went to the beautiful little slit. I licked once; then twice. She tasted magnificent. She spread those beautiful legs just a little wider. Finally my tongue probed. I stopped fingering myself. My hands went to the beautiful little labia. I spread them. Again I licked. Again I probed.

Kayla’s voice was sultry, erotic. “Yeeesss. God, yeeesss. Lick me. Lick my fucking cunt. Put your tongue in deeper. Oh, god, it feels good. I love it when Brandy does it. I love it when you do it.” I continued to lick and suck, tasting every juice; every discharge. She tasted wonderful.

“Climb on top of me, baby,” I instructed. “Put that beautiful little cunt right on my face. Pleaase, I want you open wider, baby.” Kayla immediately got up onto the bed. Her legs straddled my chest. Gradually she moved up. I was mesmerized by her little, wide open pussy. Her beautiful tiny slit started moving closer, closer and closer to my lips. I watched, enraptured by the beautiful little wide slit. Finally it moved against my lips.”

Kayla could hardly breathe. Her breath was rapid. “Lick my cunt. Put your tongue way inside. Fuck me with your tongue. Oh, god, I want to cum. She knew so many dirty words. I looked up. She was caressing her little, tiny tits, running her fingers over the puffy nipples. Her eyes were closed, her head back. I could taste some slight discharge. It was wonderful. I needed more. Again my tongue went inside, licking, sucking. “Mmmmm,” she moaned.

Then the incredible happened. I couldn’t believe it! I could feel a tongue on my own pussy. I looked down. It was Brandy. My 10 year old daughter was licking and probing my pussy with her tongue. I pulled away from Kayla. “Oh, god,” I yelled. It was too much. “Oh, god.” My hips were bucking against Brandy’s mouth. My hands were pulling her head into my shaved cunt. My juices flowed onto her little tongue. She lapped me, rapidly, naturally. My own little 10 year old daughter was eating me out. My knees bent. My legs spread. I was in heaven. “Eat me, baby. Eat mommy’s pussy. Lick me, sweetheart. It feels soooo fucking good.” I couldn’t stand it anymore. My legs stiffened, my ass was off the bed. My hips bucked. “Oh, god, baby, I’m fucking cuuummmming,” I shrieked. “Oh, goooooddddddd!”

Then it was over. My orgasm ended. Brandy was still lapping. Kayla’s legs had stiffened. Her face was contorted. “I’m fucking cuuummmmming too,” she squealed. I knew she was. I could taste more discharge now. I sucked furiously. I needed it all. I wanted every drop. Her whole body tensed. “Aaaaah, fuck,” she shrieked. Her little girl orgasm lasted about 10 seconds. She shuddered one last time. Then she relaxed. I opened my eyes, looking directly at the little wet slit. My hands came up and I spread her wide. She was very wet. I kissed the little organ one last time, savoring her delicate little girl juices.

She climbed off me and kissed me. Again my eyes were closed, my arm over my forehead. I slowly opened my eyes. “That’s enough, baby,” I told Brandy. Her head came up. “You taste wonderful, mommy,” she declared. “I love eating your pussy.” Both girls were looking at me wide eyed. No more pretense. No more mom. These two little girls were going to be my little lovers from now on. They came to either side of the bed. Each bent down and gave me a little kiss.

Kayla turned to Brandy. “See, I told you it would be fun. Now we can have lots of fun with your mom.” Brandy didn’t say anything, but just nodded. “And I’m going to be the next one to eat her pussy,” Kayla declared. God, had it all been planned and I didn’t know it? I hoped so. I wanted this soooo bad.

“How long have you guys been playing like this?” I asked, quietly, still spent.

“Not long. A little while,” Brandy answered; her voice sultry.

“How did it happen?” I wanted to know all the details.

Brandy answered. “One day we were at Kayla’s and she said she was getting tits and she wanted to show me. So I said ‘okay’ and she did. They’re really neat. I felt one of her nipples and she told me that it felt really good when someone played with them. Then she wanted to see mine and she played with them too. It did feel really good. Then we laid on her bed and started kissing and playing with each others tits. That felt even better. Then Kayla put her hand down my shorts and started rubbing my pussy. That felt even better. So I did her too while we kissed. Then we took off all our clothes and did it. Then one day Kayla said she wanted to kiss my slit, so I let her. It felt really good. Now we do it all the time. We knew that a grown-up pussy looked different than ours and we wanted to see one. Kayla said that she wanted to see yours but we didn’t know how to ask. Then today it happened.”

My skirt was still around my waist, my pussy fully exposed. Kayla looked down at me. “You’ve got a really nice pussy, Bonnie. It’s really neat.” That was the very first time she used my first name. It was sexy. “I really like the way all the folds come together. And the little nub on top is really neat.” She started to play with the folds and my clit. “Is … is this where Mark puts his cock in you?” the little girl asked, innocently, staring at my womanhood. “Is this where he … he fucks you?” She continued running her finger over my folds. I was getting hot again. I didn’t know if I could stand anymore. My last orgasm was so intense.

“Yeah, baby,” I answered quietly. “That’s where it goes. That’s where he fucks me.”

“I’ll bet it feels really good,” Kayla cooed, still toying with me. She thought a second, her long pony tail falling over her shoulder, head cocked. “Do you …. do you think he’d like to fuck a little girl like me sometime? I’d ….. I’d really like to know what it feels like.”

I glanced over at Brandy. Her eyes were wide. She was listening intently. I immediately knew that the games of “kissy, feely” with her little playmate were fun and satisfying. But now this afternoon, this game, this conversation had turned very serious for her. This was no longer a little girl game. This was adult and serious. Here her little friend was asking her mother to let her father commit the ultimate act of love with her friend. It was probably too much for her to comprehend. I needed to protect her. It was my mother instinct.

It was also very obvious that her little friend was much more mature than Brandy even though they were only separated by three months. Kayla was now raising the bar. Probably Brandy knew about sex, the mechanisms, and “where babies came from,” but it was apparent she was way beyond her years in this conversation.

I knew I wouldn’t act as agent for Kayla. She was on her own with Mark. I giggled to myself. “I don’t know, baby,” I told Brandy’s little friend, seriously. You’ll have to try and seduce him. You’ll have to dress sexy, act sexy and tease him a little.”

Kayla smiled at me. “You don’t mind?”

“No, baby, I don’t mind at all. I’d like to watch you seduce him. It would be fun.” I knew Mark would fuck this little Lolita in a heartbeat if she wasn’t too small. But I really wanted her to do it herself. See what she was going to try. This was going to be fun.

…. to be continued