The Making of "Night Storms, Part IV"
  By Leslie Schmidt


This is a sequel to my story "Night Storms." I suggest you read 
that story first so you will know what's going on here. Of course, if 
you are offended by the subject matter, don't read either.

It should be obvious that this, as with all my stories, is entirely a 
work of fiction. Although I wish some of it had, everything here, 
as with every one of my stories, is entirely fictitious. I hope you 
enjoy the story but, please, don't try this yourself.



That evening, after the end of the third episode of "Law and 
Order" on TNT, Joanne turned off the TV and went into the 
kitchen. "Do you want some ice cream hun?" she called.

"Thanks Mom, it's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough, right?"

"No, we finished that last night, I have some old Pecan Cluster, do 
you want some?"

"Sure."

"Come get bowls while I find the scoop," Joanne was digging 
around in a drawer.

Valerie came into the small kitchen and opened the dishwasher, 
taking two bowls off the top rack. She found the ice cream scoop 
and handed it to her mom with a smile.

As she dug the hard ice cream out of the tub; "That was quite a 
scene you put on today, I doubt I've given a better blow job."

Valerie was quiet as she searched the fridge for chocolate syrup.

"I think Doug would agree with me."

"I had a lot of fun." Val was quiet for a second, then, "There it is!" 
as she pushed a bottle of salad dressing out of the way and reached 
into the back. "I love watching him just before he shoots. It's like, 
he can't stop, he's just... I'm not sure how..."

"You're in control, he'll do anything you want as long as you keep 
going," Joanne finished.

"Yeah! That's it!"

"Sure, honey. What'cha got when you have a green ball in one 
hand and a green ball in the other?"

"I don't know," Val said-she knew another one of her mother's 
corny jokes was coming.

"Total control of the Jolly Green Giant."

They both broke up laughing as Val squirted the chocolate on the 
ice cream.

"Steve wants Doug's son to be Josh," Joanne said.

Valerie paused for a minute, "Yeah, sure, I guess so."

"You've only been with Doug, are you alright with this?" Joanne 
asked.

"Yeah, that's fine," Valerie responded. "It's not like I'm fucking 
him, it's only a hand job."

"That's good, honey," Joanne said putting her arms around her 
child and kissing her.

Valerie tasted the chocolate on her mother's lips and, without 
thinking, pushed her tongue out. Joanne stopped, pulling back from 
her daughter, raising one of her eyebrows and smiling, then she 
leaned down and kissed her daughter again. This time, their 
tongues met on purpose. Both of them felt a rush of wetness 
between their legs. Valerie took a deep breath.

"Do you want to do this?" Joanne asked her ten year old. Valerie 
answered by lifting up on her toes and kissing her mother again.

Joanne wrapped her arm around her daughter and the two were 
locked into a passionate, wet kiss. Joanne grasped one of Val's 
hands and brought it up to her chest, placing it on her breast 
through the flannel nightgown. Val was intrigued by the soft jel 
feeling of her mother's breast and the hard nub of her nipple. She 
gently pinched it as she felt her own tiny breast become more 
sensitive, feeling them push against her mother.

"Ok, if we're going to do this...," Joanna said as she pushed her 
daughter back, then lifted her gown over her head. She was 
wearing a blue thong. Her breasts were not large and, as with 
woman her age who had had children, they were soft and hung 
down slightly. Her stomach was flat, 200 sit-ups a day insured that, 
but the dim lines of stretch marks made inverted arcs under her 
navel. "Well, child, if you want, take off you clothes."

Valerie pulled the tee-shirt she was wearing off over her head, then 
pulled her green cotton panties down, stepping out of them. "Climb 
up on that stool," Joanne directed. On the high bar stool, Val's face 
was almost even with her mother's, they kissed and Joanne ran her 
hand up between her child's legs, gently caressing her slit. Val 
couldn't keep up the kiss and breathe at the same time, her breath 
blew around her mother's cheeks. Joanne brought her hand up, 
surprised at the wetness of her preteen daughter. "Lean back," she 
gently pushed Val to lean against the bar. Then, with no more 
preamble, she knelt between her daughter's legs and started to lick 
her hairless cunt.

Valerie peered down, watching her mother's tongue move alone 
her slit. She lifted her knees up, spreading her legs as wide as she 
could for her mother. Joanne ran her tongue in circles around Val's 
clit, then moved down and pushed into the tiny pussy. The inner 
lips were still discolored from her first fucking two days before, 
but the soreness was mostly gone, leaving only the feeling of her 
mother's mouth as she sucked and licked. 

Joanne looked up at Val and smiled, "Do you like that?"

"Oh, yeah." Val was breathless.

Joanne reached up and, with her pointer finger, pushed the inner 
lips apart. Val watched, wide-eyed, as her mother pushed her 
finger up inside. Slowly, it slid in, first just the finger tip, then to 
the second knuckle, then farther until her entire finger was deep 
inside her daughter. She started moving her finger in and out and 
Val lay her head back, her eyes rolling up. "Oh, God Mommy," 
she whispered.

"Do you want to try a dildo?"

Val really couldn't reply, she just made indistinct squeaks and 
moans. Joanne put her middle finger inside with the first, then 
leaned down and started teasing her daughter's clit with her 
tongue. Valerie made short quick thrusts with her hips, her arms 
spread holding onto the edge of the counter and threw her head 
back as she exploded in orgasm. Joanne kept finger fucking and 
licking as Valerie's cunt tightened down on the fingers and she 
broke into a sweat. Joanne knew just when to stop, just when to 
bring her little girl down of that plateau, letting the child slowly 
sink into the afterglow.

Joanne, herself, was really turned on, she had been fingering 
herself with her other hand as she brought her ten year old off. As 
Valerie came back into the world, Joanne said, "Honey, let's go to 
my bedroom."

The two walked down the hallway holding hands, then went into 
the master bedroom. Joanne pulled back the covers on her queen 
bed and lay down, stretching her body out for her daughter to see. 
Valerie stood over her, looking at her small, soft breasts, slightly 
stretched navel, and neatly trimmed patch of pussy hair. Through 
the hair, she could see her mother's cunt lips, also large and thick.

"Well, lay down honey," Joanne patted the bed next to her.

Valerie lay down next to her mother, resting her head on her 
shoulder. She looked at her mother's breasts, then, tentative, 
reached up and put her hand on one. It was soft and squishy, like 
an under filled water balloon. She moved it gently.

"Pinch the nipple a little bit," Joanne said.

As Valerie moved the eraser sized nub between her thumb and 
finger, her mother let out a long breath and hugged Valerie against 
her. Without thinking, Valerie, laying on her side, lifted her leg 
across her mother's hip and felt the pussy hair on the inside of her 
thigh, just above the knee. She felt her mother's hand on her butt, 
pushing her pussy against her hip.
 
Then Joanne brought her hand up to Val's head and gently pushed 
her to suck. Valerie felt her mother's hard nipple against her lips, 
then started to suck it and move her tongue across it. For a 
moment, a strange feeling, a conflicted thought past through 
Joanne. She had felt Valerie sucking on her breasts thousands of 
times, it seemed so normal but, now it was so strangely different. 
Before, she had been giving to her baby, the feeling was warm and 
pleasureful, but it was a nurturing, feeding love. Before, she was 
Valerie's mother, but now, the feeling was of sexual pleasure, 
raising her desire for sexual fulfillment, now it was a feeling of 
building climax.

She ran her hand through Valerie's hair and moaned. Val had 
moved her hand and was resting it on her mother's stomach. 
Joanne moved it down to her snatch. For Valerie, this was entirely 
unique, to feel the short little hairs on the rise of her mother's sex.

"You know what to do," Joanne said when Val looked 
questioningly up at her. Joanne pushed her daughter's face back 
down to her tits as she felt Valerie's finger push between her pussy 
lips and rub against her clit.

Joanne started to hump against her daughter's hand. Val reached 
deeper and slipped her finger into her mother's vagina. Again, 
Joanne had that strange conflicted feeling, the last time Valerie had 
touched her there was under decidedly different circumstances.

None of this was running through Val's mind. For her, she was 
amazed at the feeling of her mother writhing and shuddering under 
her. She was a little amused by hearing her mother groan as she 
moved her tongue back and forth over the erect nub of a nipple. 
She was surprised at the slick wetness of her mother's cunt, how 
easily her finger slid up inside the warm envelope. She was also 
surprised by the size of her mother's cunt, not the tight little tube 
with a sticky wetness like hers, but a soft, smooth and slippery 
opening.

Joanne put her hand on Val's and directed a second finger inside 
her. The tension of pleasure was building fast in her groin, the 
butterfly feeling in her stomach, the tightness in her nipples. Val 
lifted up and latched onto her other nipple, now the child's upper 
chest as against the nipple which was sticky with saliva. Val 
pressed her thumb against her mother's hard clit as she pushed her 
fingers deep into her pus. As Val moved the clit back and forth 
over Joanne's clit, the dam broke.

Joanne rocked and shook as her abdomen was filled with the 
release of her climax. She groaned loudly, pushing Valerie's 
fingers deep up inside her as she clutched Valerie's face to her tits. 
She was rolled repeatedly and felt a rush of wetness as it flowed 
over her daughters hand, the orgasm slowing now, sinking back, 
the relaxation spreading through her, panting now, relaxing against 
her child, returning to the here and now.

Valerie pulled her hand back and looked at it. It was sticky and 
slick with her mother's pussy juices that, in a couple of places, 
made thin whitish strings along her fingers and stretching out 
between her knuckles. Without really thinking, she smelled her 
hand, experiencing the new odor of her mother's female musk. She 
recognized that she smelled the same way, only not as strongly. 
She realized that this was the smell which boys giggled about and, 
sometimes, older girls blushed about.

"Oh, honey, thank you," Joanne said. She was quiet for a minute as 
Valerie cuddled against her mother's side, looked at the breast and 
remembering how they felt in her mouth. Joanne stroked her little 
girl's back, feeling her hairless crotch against her thigh. Then she 
had the strong desire to watch her ten year old daughter cum.

"Here, honey," Joanne said as she lifted up and reached across 
Valerie to the drawer on the night stand. "Let me introduce you to 
the only man who can never break your heart."
She pulled a silver vibrator out of the drawer, "Of course, if your 
feeling can't be hurt by dead batteries." 

Valerie giggled. "Scootch over," she moved to make room for the 
girl, "and I'll show you the best, always available, cock on the 
planet."

Valerie lay down on her back, her arms at her side. Joanne turned 
on the device, "Now, I usually start by rubbing it on my nipples." 
She touched the end of the phallus to the coin sized cone on Val's 
right. Valerie giggled and pulled her shoulders together. "Lay back 
and relax," her mother said in a soothing voice. Again she applied 
the vibrator to the child's right nipple. It quickly rose, pointing up 
in a cone. Joanne leaned down and ran her tongue around the 
preteen's other nipple as Valerie sighed quietly. Then Joanne lifted 
up and kissed her daughter, their tongues caressing each other, as 
she moved the tool down and slid it along the slit. Valerie spread 
her legs, lifting her knees slightly as her mother increased the 
pressure, pushing her lips apart and moving the quietly buzzing 
appliance along her child's clit.

When the dildo hit her clit, a shock went through Valerie, she 
moaned through her mothers mouth and made small, quick thrusts 
with her hips. She grabbed her mother's hand and pushed the dildo 
against her, then slid it quickly up and down, and, within a few 
seconds, had a shattering orgasm.

"Oh, wow!" she said as she came down from her climax.

Joanne looked at her little girl with a wry smile, "You liked that, 
huh?"

"Oooh yeah," Val said.

"Well, girl, you'll have to get your own, but for now, I need to 
teach you what to do with this thing during the shoot."

"Ok."

"First," Joanne said, "although it feels better just to rub yourself 
with it, guys are really turned on by watching you fuck yourself 
with it, or watching them fuck you with it. So, remember that 
that's what Steve is going to want. Anyway, it feels pretty good to 
have it inside too."

Joanne sat up on her knees next to Val, then turned the tool back 
on. She reached down and, with two fingers, spread Val's lips, 
then applied the tip to the opening of her vagina. "Are you still 
sore?" she asked.

"I don't think so."

Joanne twisted and gently pushed the vibrator into Val. The little 
girl, in spite of the several orgasms she had had that evening, was 
not slick enough and the tool stuck to the sides of her lips. Joanne 
took it out and, with a lot of ceremony, sucked it into her mouth. 
Val giggled. Then Joanne removed it and, leaving a big dollop of 
spit on the end, pushed it inside her daughter.

A slow wave passed up Valerie's body as the plastic sank inside 
her, filling her little girl vagina. The vibrations seemed to pass 
through her, building a tingling in her clit which spread up over her 
mons, then across her stomach to her chest, concentrating in her 
nipples. Joanne leaned down and took one of the pinkish cones 
between her lips, sucking gently. At that, Valerie lost all control, 
with one hand she grabbed her mother's and started violently 
ramming the dildo into her immature cunt, with her other she 
furiously rubbed her clit. Almost a howl was torn from her throat 
as an incredibly intense orgasm slammed across her. But, it only 
lasted a second before she fell back onto the bed.

Her mother lifted up and looked at her sweat covered daughter, the 
dildo still deep in her cunt, "Damn, girl. That rocked."

Valerie sat up, looking down at the dildo sticking down between 
her legs, "I got to get me one of these." She slid it out of herself, it 
was shinny with her light pussy juices. She sniffed it, then, looking 
at her mother, she sucked it into her mouth, tasting her preteen pus.

"Ok, doll," her mother said, taking it from her, "it's my turn now." 
She lay down on her back and ran the tip along her slit. With a low 
sigh, she wiggled her shoulders. Val reached down and took it out 
of her mother's hands, exploring the slit, watching the lips parting, 
examining her clit and inner lips. Joanne was rubbing her own 
breasts with both hands, Val pointed the tool and pushed it into her 
mother. She fucked her mom as she leaned down, pushing one of 
her mother's hands out of the way, and latched onto the nipple. 
Joanne started humping and groaning.

Val was really excited that she was turning her mother on like this. 
She sat up again, watching the phallus move in and out of her 
mom. A drive came over Val, a desire to taste, a desire to bring her 
mother the greatest of sexual pleasure. She leaned down and, while 
still reaming Joanne's cunt, Val shoved her tongue into the 
woman's gap, feeling the slickness of Joanne's clit, the slight 
scratching of her neatly trimmed pussy fur against lips and chin. 
Valerie circled Joanne's clit with her tongue, feeling the vibrations 
of the toy dick through her mother's body, cramming the dildo 
deep, against the womb that, only ten years ago, she herself hand 
occupied. Joanne screamed, holding her daughter's face against her 
crotch while humping violently into her face. The sound was 
inhuman, animal, other worldly as the room, the bed, the vibrator, 
the mouth, the tongue, contracted into a single point, a singularity 
of ecstatic, devouring pleasure. Her entire being contracted into 
that one exquisite point; the porn star, veteran of hundreds of real 
and imagined orgasms was overwhelmed by the sexual 
ministrations of a ten year old girl.
She lost sense of time, place, possibly even consciousness, as she 
was rolled into another plane of physical sensation. Waves crushed 
her, pushing her down, down, down, into a suffocating warmth of 
ecstasy, a soft place, a warm place, a place of greatest stimulation 
followed by an engulfing relaxation.

Sometime later, it could have been minutes or hours, she woke to 
find her precious child, curled in the crook of her arm, one knee on 
her stomach, one arm across her neck, sound asleep, still holding 
the vibrator, it's batteries spent. She pulled the covers over them 
both and fell asleep again, dreaming of the wondrous child, the 
wondrous gift of her child. It was several days later that she 
recognized the irony, certainly having a lesbian relationship with 
your own daughter is the most remarkable form of masturbation.

