This time as she pulled away she was smiling and said, “Mommy, that lip gloss you’re wearing sure tastes different!”
Suddenly my world changed and I knew that somehow my daughter would become my next lover.
The rest of that day went by in a wink. Stephanie came home, I made dinner, we sat down and ate and later that night I made love with Stephanie with a voracious appetite. But all the while I was formulating a plan in my head that soon would be implemented but might take years to fruition.
It was two days later when my plan commenced. I timed the day so that the occurrences of my almost being caught were identical. I had masturbated myself to a sloppy mess once again. My pussy juices were running freely, like a river, with my fingers scooping the sticky liquid out of my pussy and up and into my mouth, over my lips, on my cheeks. I looked at the clock and it was very close to the time that my princess would be home and I’d be greeting her not only as her mom but as her future lover. That thought put me over the edge and I came hard! This day though as I heard the bus and put my panties back on, I was smiling and humming when Kelly came bounding through the door, into the den, hugging me like she had never seen me before.
As anxious as I was to touch her lips with my juicy lips, I tried to keep the routine normal. I held her close to me, and as I felt her head turn up I knew it was time. I closed my eyes and tilted my head and I kissed my daughter with the mouth that had been sucking on fingers that just moments before had been fucking my pussy. I held the kiss for a second longer than usual. Her lips were soft and full against mine. As we broke the embrace this time I was smiling at her, my hands on her shoulders waiting to see her reaction. As she raised her head, her nose scrunched up, her little tongue came out of her mouth, and she licked her lips and looked at me curiously.
“Mommy, you’re wearing that funny tasting lip gloss.”
I laughed out loud. “Well it might be funny tasting to you, but I think it tastes good when I lick my lips.”
I thought I had died and gone to heaven when the next thing out of her mouth was her asking if she could put some on! As much as I would have liked to have showed her right then exactly what the source was, I knew my plan would need to slowly take root, so I simply replied, “Maybe in a few years, honey, this gloss is more for adults.”
Then, just to make sure that her senses would now be fully aware of what pussy juice tastes and smells like, I took my fingers and lightly stroked her cheek, just to the side of her nose, my fingers lingering there.
The days turned into weeks, the weeks turned into months, the seasons came, and all the while I was too! Two or three times a week, I would make sure I was a sponge of pussy juice when my little Princess Kelly came home. She grew from prepubescent to pubescent, and then my dear Stephanie and I sat down to have the talk with her, that awkward talk lesbian mothers must have with their daughters about sex. Stephanie reinforced that whatever sexual orientation Kelly grew up with would be fine with us as long as she was happy. And funny thing, I emphasized the fact that masturbation was not only normal but very, very healthy.
Never having thought of myself as a patient person, my plan that had been years in the making was now finally coming to a fork in the road… and I knew that if the princess turned a certain way my sexual gratification would be complete.
My anticipation rose as Kelly reached her 11th birthday. I waited anxiously for her to enter puberty and discover that a vagina isn’t only for peeing but is the center of a woman’s existence. I watched as her little breasts began a barely perceptible movement outwards, her nipples and areola gradually becoming cone shaped and larger as the fat glands underneath started to develop and mature. Stephanie and I took her shopping for a number of different camisoles to wear, telling her that in becoming a young woman she would need to start covering her breasts and supporting their weight as they grew heavier.
However, growing up in our household where I rarely wear a bra and Stephanie never has around the house, Princess Kelly would have none of that. To my delight, she opted to just keep wearing her colorful tight t-shirts with nothing underneath.
My lovemaking with Stephanie was at an all-time peak not only in frequency but intensity. Unbeknownst to my grownup partner, as I licked and probed her wet pussy with my tongue, I would wonder what the young pink open folds of my daughter would taste like when I would have my first opportunity to lick that young pussy. When Stephanie would bathe her face in my juices and I would be close to an orgasm, I would wonder what it would feel like for my hands to comb through Kelly’s hair the first time she went to the source of the special fragrance of Mommy’s lip gloss.
I had stopped being so embarrassed about the flow of my vaginal secretions and I started to luxuriate in the flow of my discharge. I found that my need for stimulation to get to such a point had become stronger. I was constantly reading the erotic stories at my new favorite site, Juicy Secrets. I also had met a few friends online who shared my interest in young girls and incestuous pedophile behavior, and we often traded pictures back and forth of preteen and young teen girls dressed in provocative, sexy clothing, or in what I particularly liked, lingerie.
One bright spring day as I was waiting for my little girl to arrive home, our usual routine of greeting was interrupted. I was still licking the tips of my fingers and dipping them into the wetness of my pussy only to bring them up and apply my special lip gloss, still waiting for the door to open and my little princess to come running in to get another application of my pussy juice on her lips. I was just pulling up my panties when the front door opened. As expected it was Princess Kelly, except this time she ran in crying.
“Mommy Mommy!” she cried out.
I ran to meet her halfway and getting down on one knee grabbed her arms, looking to see what was broken or bleeding.
“What is it, my darling Kelly, what’s wrong?” I asked, trying to stay calm and reassuring.
“Mommy,” she exclaimed, “something is terribly wrong!”
Still trying to remain poised, I repeated, “Kelly, what is wrong?” My plans for her involuntary afternoon pussy juice tasting had all but disappeared from my mind.
The princess answered, “Mommy something’s coming out of my special place and it’s not pee!”
Relieved to hear that nothing was broken, I lightly admonished her, “Now, Kelly, you’re getting to be a big girl now. We don’t call it our special place, remember, it’s our vagina, or between you and me, our pussy. Now let’s get those shorts off and pull your panties down and we’ll take a look and you tell me what happened.”
I was starting to feel guilty, thinking she must have started her very first period and I hadn’t even given her a pad to keep with her in case it happened when she was out of the house. Then I smiled to myself, thinking of the absurdity of feeling guilty for that but not for the years-long seduction of my little princess.
As Kelly pulled down and stepped out of her yellow shorts, I hooked my thumbs inside the waistband of her white cotton panties (thinking how much I looked forward to doing this but for an entirely different reason) and tugged them down.
“I had to go potty Mommy before I caught the bus and when I pulled my panties down I saw I had something inside them,” she said all in one breath.
As her delicate little panties pooled at her ankles I immediately was relieved to see it wasn’t her first period.
“Oh, honey, it’s okay, it’s nothing to get so excited about. Don’t you remember? Stephanie and I told you this might happen when we sat down for our little chat about such things.”
“W-w-what did you say about this?”
“Remember we said before your first period there might be just a little bit of a discharge that comes out of your pussy to signal that you are getting very close?”
“I, I kind of do, you two told me so much!”
“I know we did,” I said, while thinking this might be a good chance to not only reinforce a few things from our talk but also introduce Princess to a few more wonderful ideas.
“Well,” I started to explain again, “you’re growing into a young woman and so is your body. You can’t see them or really even feel them, but your hormones are racing through your body right now to all of the special places they need to go. This is just a sign that your period will be starting soon. It’s just a little bit of a discharge and nothing to worry about.”
As I was enjoying the sight of a panty-less little girl in front of me, I picked up her undies before she could feel embarrassed and held them so that the gusset was flat in my palm, with the white milky substance that had almost dried openly displayed. Taking my finger and wiping it across the small amount of fluid, I brought it up for both of us to look at.
“Now this is just a little vaginal discharge to signal that your ovaries are maturing. The next step will be when you actually develop an egg in your uterus, and then it will be discharged if it’s not fertilized every month.”
I took my finger that we were both looking at and brought it under my nose and sniffed at it while looking into her eyes.
“This is a way to make sure that you’re good and healthy. It should have an odor, musky and pungent but not a bad odor like smelly fish.”
I could feel my own discharge starting again as I sniffed my finger then brought the hand holding the panties up and sniffed the gusset. I was in heaven! I was sniffing my little Princess Kelly’s pussy juice! Stay under control, I was thinking, you’ve gone much too far just to scare her away now. But I couldn’t help myself, I had to take one more step for my own immediate gratification. I lowered the panties several inches below my nose, stuck out my tongue and tasted her first vaginal discharge.
“Ewwwww, Mommy, what are you doing?” she exclaimed.
“Well, along with odor, it should have a certain taste.”
There really wasn’t a taste to it that I could discern since it was already pretty much dried. But having smelled and then licked my daughter’s dirty panties while she looked on almost gave me an orgasm right then as I knelt before her.
Trying to mold her in my image, I had one more point to make. “Remember, honey, when we talked about masturbation? About rubbing your little pussy and making yourself feel good?”
Turning a shade of red, she shyly whispered, “Yes.”
“Well,” I continued, “some women when they masturbate like to taste their own pussy juice.”
Not giving her a chance to let that bomb soak in, I asked, “Have you tried masturbating yet? Have you rubbed your little pussy to see how good it can make you feel?”
“It’s okay to talk about, Kelly. Remember we all do it and it’s nothing to be shy about. When I was your age, I had a special little teddy bear that I kept on my bed at all times, and whenever I wanted my pussy to feel good I put it between my legs and I rubbed real hard on it. Little teddy bear was my favorite toy!”
Actually I had no such teddy bear when I was younger. As I do today, I preferred my fingers right from the very beginning of my masturbation sessions. I had only said that knowing Kelly kept a teddy bear on her bed in hopes that if she hadn’t already, she might try sometime to fuck the little teddy bear senseless.
Taking in the sight of the nearly naked and barely pubescent girl standing in front of me, I licked my lips, smiled, and said, “Now you run off and put on some clean undies and play for a bit before dinner.”
As she turned and ran, I couldn’t help but admire her flawless little butt running down the hall. Still holding her panties, I brought them up to my nose one more time and inhaled, then walked over to the door of the den and closed it. I pulled up my skirt, pulled down my panties, sat back down in the chair, and with the princess’s soiled panties held close to my nose, I finger-fucked my pussy to one of the most gratifying orgasms I had ever had.
A while later, making sure I had a fresh pasting of pussy juice on my hands and face and especially on my lips, I straightened myself up a bit and went into the bathroom to get Kelly some panty-liners. Walking out of the bathroom and down the hall, I noticed her bedroom door was closed, which was unusual. Without pausing, I eased opened the door — and there sitting on the bed with her eyes closed, was my little princess, her legs splayed open and still without any panties. Between her slender legs sat her teddy bear. I could see one of his legs under her left knee, while her right leg was wrapped around the big fuzzy bear, and with both of her arms wrapped tightly around him pulling him against her, my little girl was tribbing with Mr. Teddy Bear!
I stood motionless, gazing at one of the most beautiful images I had ever seen. Kelly’s eyes opened suddenly, and the realization that one of her moms was watching hit her like a ton of bricks. She scrambled to get untangled from the lustful plush bear, but was hurrying so much she only seemed to get more tangled up in his furry legs and arms. I couldn’t help but start laughing.
“MOM!” she exclaimed for the second time within thirty minutes, “Why don’t you knock!”
“Well, this being my house I didn’t think I needed to. The question is what are you doing?” I said as I sat on her bed.
It was so cute watching her stutter and stammer and try to find an explanation, when none was actually needed as it was very plain what was going on.
“I, I, I,” was all she could get out at first. “I was just playing with Teddy a little before I was going to get dressed.”
I stroked her hair and pulled her close to me hoping she could smell my fresh aroma. I kissed her cheek and murmured to her, “It’s alright, Princess, I know what you were doing and it’s fine. Now that you’re becoming a young lady, though, I probably should knock on your door so you can have some privacy to masturbate and rub your little pussy.”
I held her close, her bare legs warm against mine. As I held her close and stroked her, I marveled at the perfection of her skin. Her mons was smooth and plump like squeezing two marshmallows together, and at the very top of the slit was a little nub of flesh, excited and swollen by her lover bear.
“Now then, what I came in here to tell you is that I have some panty-liners for you. We talked about this before, you simply attach them to the gusset of your panties and at the end of the day you take them and roll them up in a little bit of toilet paper and throw them away. I also have some pads to give you. You take these and put a few in your drawer in your bathroom, and maybe one or two in the locker at your school so that if your period does start when you’re away from the house, you’re protected. Now I’ll leave, so you and bear can have some privacy. I’ll close the door and try to remember to knock from now on. Any questions, Princess?”
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