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 Author: David Stephens
Title: All About Eve
Part: Chapter 5
Keywords: FFF/gg, inc, pedo



   All About Eve - Chapter 5

   by David Stephens



   On the following morning, as she ate breakfast with Francie, Primrose
thought over the events of the previous day, hardly able to believe that
they had actually occurred.  She couldn't regret that she had spanked Tammy
- the 5-year-old's disgraceful behaviour had made that fully justifiable,
even though the spanking had been more extensive and severe than she had
originally intended.  However, she couldn't help being ashamed of the
intense enjoyment she had experienced during the spanking, indeed at being
sexually aroused in a way which hadn't happened to her in a very long time.

   And then, to add to her shame, there were the lewd words she had called
Tammy as she slapped her, the probing of her vulval slit, and allowing her
breasts to be suckled by Tammy and Francie.  What had come over her?  She
felt herself blushing hotly as she recalled moaning as the two little girls
sucked her eagerly, while Christa looked on with a knowing smile.  She had
always thought of herself as a moral person, someone who knew right from
wrong and lived by her principles - and now look at her!  And yet, on the
other side of the argument, how wearisome her life had been these last few
years since she had parted from her husband.  Francie had been the one
bright spot, and yet despite her deep love for the 6-year-old she had begun
to tire of the routine dullness of her days - living in the right way
didn't necessarily lead to an interesting life.  Compare the mundane events
of a typical day in her life and those of the previous day, and what a
difference there was!  She had felt so alive as the two little girls had
sucked on her, and happy in a way which she had come to believe she would
never experience again.

   Looking across the table at Francie, Primrose knew that her feelings for
the 6-year-old had changed forever.  Her natural maternal love for her
daughter was as strong as ever, but allied with that and in some way
intensifying it, was now a profound sexual desire for her.  If her maternal
love was natural, did that make her sexual desire for Francie unnatural? 
Society at large would say so, and so would her fellow churchgoers, most
emphatically.  The old Primrose would have strongly agreed with them, but
the new reborn Primrose had conflicted thoughts.  Although memories of the
previous day gave her hot flushes of shame, the possibility that nothing
like that would ever happen to her again was just too depressing.

   "Mummy," said Francie, breaking into her thoughts, "is that a new dress
you're wearing?"

   "It's an old one, actually, but I've not worn it for ages.  It's a bit
too short and a little tight, and I'm not wearing a bra, but Christa is
coming over soon and I wanted to try and look attractive for her - and for
you too, darling, come to that."

   "You look really pretty, Mummy," said the 6-year-old, with a smile. 
"Why don't you undo a few buttons on your dress, though?  Christa always
does, and she's a really pretty lady."

   It was a mark of how much Primrose had changed in so short a period of
time, that not for a moment did she consider refusing to do as her little
girl asked.  It was no longer unimportant to her to look attractive,
particularly to Christa, but also, she realized with a mixture of shame and
excitement, her 6-year-old daughter.

   "Are two buttons enough, do you think, sweetie?" asked Primrose, as she
began to unfasten the neck of her dress, and hoping that the answer to her
question would be a definite negative.

   "Don't be silly, Mummy!" laughed Francie.  "Undo them all - I want to
look at your boobies!"

   Primrose unhesitatingly did as she was asked, exposing her cleavage to
her little girl with delight.  "Mummy loves you looking at her boobies, but
you should really call them breasts, or tits if you must."

   When the doorbell rang, she answered it with her dress still unbuttoned,
assuming that her caller would be Christa, but part of her hoping that she
would be revealing her cleavage to a fellow church member.

   However, her assumption had been correct and she smilingly invited her
friend in, together with Tammy.

   "You're looking a sexy bitch this morning, Primrose!" said Christa
admiringly.  "One could say that there's more than a touch of the slut
about you, which can only be a good thing.  I knew you could do it if you
tried!"

   "Thank you," replied Primrose quietly, exchanging a gentle but lingering
kiss with her friend.  She recognized that it would have been hypocritical
of her to object to Christa referring to her as bitch and slut for the
simple reason that the use of those terms to describe her thrilled her to
the core.

   "Mummy's been showing me her breasts, Christa," said Francie, her mother
blushing at the 6-year-old's words, but with a look of gratified pleasure
on her face.

   "That's probably because she's a dirty fucker, child," explained
Christa, noting her friend's deepening flush, but also her perceptible
excitement.

   "You're a dirty fucker, Mummy!" laughed Francie excitedly.  "You're a
dirty fucker and a sexy fucking bitch!"

   Primrose gasped but could only say, "Thank you, darling," and kiss her
daughter softly on the lips.  Francie's words had shocked her, but she had
to admit that to the new Primrose they were the most beautiful words that a
mother could hear from her little girl.

   "Can we go into the living-room?" asked Christa.  "There's something
that Tammy wants to say to you."

   A minute later, the 5-year-old was standing before the seated Primrose
as she began the recitation that her mother had taught her earlier.  "Thank
you for giving me a really good spanking yesterday - I've been a really
naughty little girl and I deserved it.  Mummy says you can give me a slap
whenever you want to, whether I deserve it or not, `cause I'm a whore and
it's what I should expect.  And mummy says that 'cause I'm a whore you can
sexually abuse me any time you want!"

   While Primrose tried to decide whether the shock she experienced on
hearing Tammy's words in any way lessened their promise of delicious
depravity to come, Christa swiftly undressed the 5-year-old to display for
her friend's appreciation the marks of the previous day's beating.

   "You did a good professional job there," said Christa admiringly, as
Primrose softly stroked the light bruising on Tammy's bottom and legs.

   "I'm glad you approve!"

   "Give Primrose a nice sloppy kiss now, baby," said Christa.

   "With tongues, Mummy?" asked the 5-year-old, hopefully.

   "Of course with tongues, you silly child!  What's a kiss without tongues
and plenty of spit?"

   Primrose lifted Tammy on to her lap and shared a long wet kiss with the
5-year-old, her growing excitement increasing as she pondered what the
child had said about her mother giving permission for her to be sexually
abused.  Was that just a throwaway remark of Christa's, in particularly
poor taste, typical of her friend, or did she mean it to be taken at face
value?  The sexual molestation of children was something which she had
always held in abhorrence, and yet here she was with her tongue in the
mouth of a 5-year-old girl as she firmly groped her pert little bottom.  If
that wasn't sexual abuse, what was it?  And yet it felt so good!  Not only
for her, but for Tammy also, judging by the little girl's moans and the way
she was rhythmically pressing herself against Primrose's breasts.

   For the moment she was impelled to concentrate on the kiss, for the
5-year-old was now spitting in her mouth with a delighted giggle.

   "Filthy bitch!" whispered Primrose affectionately into Tammy's ear, but
then immediately herself spat between the child's parted lips and eagerly
continued to wetly tongue her, digging her fingers into the soft roundness
of the little girl's bum.

   "You both enjoyed that, didn't you?" asked Christa, when the lingering
kiss at last ended.  Primrose responded with a wry, somewhat shamefaced
smile, Tammy with a huge grin.

   "When Tammy talked about you allowing me to sexually abuse her," said
Primrose hesitantly, "did you really mean that, or ... "

   "Of course I meant it!  Tammy's a horny little bitch and will need lots
of loving attention to keep her satisfied.  In particular that will mean
plenty of hard cock pumping into her cunt and bottom, but pedowhores such
as ourselves can have lots of fun fingering her holes and pleasuring her
with a strap-on, among other things, don't you think?"

   Before a slightly stunned Primrose could respond, Christa continued: "To
be honest, I'm holding out that as a temptation to you because I know that
Rob would love to get his hands on Francie, as would Maddie and I, and I
can't see any reason why you and I and the Flemings can't come to some
arrangement where we share the kids between us and all have lots of sexy
fun, including the kids."

   "You may believe that," said Primrose, "but then you're a self-confessed
pedowhore, as you put it, and I'm not sure that I am.  I'm well respected
in this community, and particularly in the church, and I'm not sure I want
that to be endangered by any scandal."

   "I know a pedowhore when I see one, and you're a prime example.  It's
too late to back out now - you're hooked on the delights of kiddie sex and
you know it.  And you need to consider Francie - at 6 she's more than ready
to become sexually active.  You and I and Maddie can give her lots of good
loving, but in the end her vagina and anus need to be stretched by hard
cock - you must know that's the truth."

   "I really don't know," said Primrose, both disturbed and aroused by her
friend's words.  "She's such a sweet little girl, and I love her so much
and can't really believe we're talking about her in this way."

   "Yes, Francie is sweet and lovable and adorable - we can all agree on
that, but she's also a hot little bitch and deserves to be treated as such.
If you love Francie as much as you say you do, you'll have to agree with me
eventually."

   "She knows nothing about sex, though," said Primrose, suggesting that
she was beginning to weaken.

   "She'll soon learn!" laughed Christa.  "We'll show her lots of porn and
she'll quickly get the idea.  Sexualizing innocent little girls is a very
enjoyable process, I assure you."

   "Am I a hot little bitch, Mummy, like Christa said?"asked Francie
suddenly, bringing a smile to Christa's face.

   "You're a very pretty little girl," said Primrose, temporizing.  And
then, seeing that the 6-year-old was clearly hoping for more, she added:
"Yes, darling, I do think you're a hot bitch, though I never thought I
could ever say such a thing about my own child, or any other child, come to
that."

   "You should never be embarrassed about owning up to the truth," said
Christa.  "Most little girls are sexually attractive, and if their parents
can be persuaded to recognize that, and act on that fact, family life
suddenly becomes much more interesting and enjoyable!  Of course, ideally
the father would be involved as well as the mother, and that's where you
and I are missing out."

   "Indeed," said Primrose, with a sigh.  "If only I could find a good man,
but they're not so easy to find these days, particularly when they would be
expected to take on a young child."

   Christa smiled.  "Perhaps that's true, but a pedophile would hardly be
likely to consider a sexy piece like Francie as a bar to possible marriage,
would he?  And the same with me and Tammy."

   "That's a wonderful flight of fancy, but how do we go about finding two
eligible pedophiles - we can hardly advertise in a lonely hearts column,
can we?"

   "As it happens, Rob across the road has a friend called Neil Rowson who
seems to be the kind of guy who may just be able to put us in touch with
some likely candidates."

   "We'll see," said Primrose, dubiously.  "I've no doubt that there must
be lots of perverts out there who would love to abuse Francie and Tammy,
but I'm not so sure they would accept marriage as part of the bargain."
Would she accept such a marriage herself, she thought, with a man who would
expect to use her 6-year-old daughter to satisfy his perverted lusts?  It
would surely be an obscenity to even think of such a thing, and yet she did
find herself imagining it, a thrill of arousal running through her body as
she did so.

   "You mentioned showing Francie some porn," she added.  "Did you mean the
usual stuff, or child porn?  I've never seen any child porn myself, and
don't have the faintest idea of how to find any."

   "But you would allow Francie to watch it, if I found some for you?"

   "I suppose so, providing the children involved weren't hurt in any way.
I know we're talking about so-called sexual abuse here, but I would want
the kids to enjoy what's happening to them."

   "As it happens, I have on me just the kind of thing you're talking
about," said Christa, producing the memory stick which Neil Rowson had
given to Rob.  "Shall we watch the videos now?"

   "Well, yes, I don't see why not." In fact, Primrose could think of
several reasons why she shouldn't watch the videos, let alone allow Francie
to watch them.  She could feel herself slipping ever deeper into a life of
depravity, and taking her 6-year-old daughter with her, which was
inexcusable in a responsible mother.  But what else could she do?  Having
already tasted what it would be like to live as a pedo mom, she just
couldn't spurn an opportunity to view the kind of videos which she knew
existed but had never expected to be able to experience.  Had never even
wanted to experience, she added to herself, sternly, before recently.  But
so eagerly want to experience now, her new self had to admit!

   "This is Neil, the guy I mentioned, and his wife with their 6-year-old
granddaughter, Shelly," said Christa as they all settled down to watch the
videos.  "You'll see how good family sex can be, not only for the adults
involved but for the kids as well."

   If Primrose still had her doubts about the likelihood of such a thing,
those doubts were soon dispelled.  It was immediately clear that Shelly
hugely enjoyed fellating her grandfather and having her pussy licked by
grandma.  To her astonishment, though, the 6-year-old appeared to enjoy
even more being penetrated by grandpa's impressively-sized penis, and as
the last short clip faded to its end she couldn't help imagining the
excited child with that same erect penis embedded in her pert little
bottom.

   It was a mark of her strengthening friendship with Christa, and the
recent flowering of her own sexual imagination, that she felt able to
mention her thoughts without undue embarrassment.

   "Those clips were filmed two years ago," said Christa, "so I would have
thought that Neil has sodomized little Shelly on many an occasion since
then.  Perhaps we could persuade him to give us a demonstration - that
would be lovely wouldn't it?"

   Primrose readily agreed, though not for the first time unsure as to
whether her friend was entirely serious.  Even the slightest possibility of
seeing Shelly in person being anally penetrated aroused her enormously and
that, perhaps inevitably, led her to contemplate what it would be like to
watch her own little girl being used in the same way.  This too she
unashamedly admitted to Christa, who was clearly pleased by her friend's
openness.

   "That's just the way a good mother should be thinking about her child!
Thinking is not enough, though, is it?  You and I need to be working out
how we're going to arrange for our little darlings to be fucked and
sodomized on a regular basis, as part of a happy family life.  Of course,
Rob would do them both without hesitation, when they're ready for it, but
he can't be part of a family solution to the problem, and anyway can't be
expected to keep two sexy little sluts like Tammy and Francie satisfied
when he's got his own wife and little girl to keep happy."

   Before Primrose could even begin to consider if she seriously
contemplated having the kind of depraved family life which her friend was
proposing, though she was strongly attracted by the possibility, the
doorbell rang and seconds later she was showing Maddie into the
living-room.

   "I saw Christa and Tammy coming here," explained Maddie, "and thought
I'd just pop in to see if I was missing anything."

   "I can see that I was," she added with a smile, looking towards the
sofa, where the naked Tammy was shamelessly displaying herself in a variety
of positions, for the delectation of whoever cared to view her gorgeous
body.

   "I was just showing Primrose how well she'd spanked my darling last
night.  You can still see the marks on her bum and legs quite clearly,
which is so lovely, don't you think?"

   "Delightful indeed!  Little girls need plenty of sex in their life but
also an occasional whacking to keep them in line.  You're a woman after my
own heart, Primrose!  Did you spank Tammy for the pure pleasure of it, or
..."

   "She was being foul-mouthed," explained Primrose, colouring slightly,
"though so was Francie earlier, and I must say I found that to be exciting
in a debased kind of way."

   "Was she, indeed," said Maddie.  "And what did the charming little girl
say, if I may ask?"

   "Francie called me a dirty fucker and a sexy fucking bitch!" said
Primrose, blushing at the memory but surprising herself by the note of
pride in her voice.

   "Well, the conventional mother you used to be would no doubt consider
that to be foul-mouthed abuse, but I'm sure you now realize that in fact
those are the sort of loving words that a pedo mom should always be
grateful to receive from her 6-year-old daughter."

   "Yes, I can see that now," admitted Primrose, still with a sense of
shame, but above all elated that Maddie had referred to her as a `pedo
mom'. However perverted it would make her appear to her church-going
friends, if they ever found out, she desperately longed to be a true pedo
mom, taking part in every possible variety of sexual activity with Francie.

   "And if you want to spank Tammy again sometime," said Christa, "then you
have my wholehearted permission to do so.  Not because she uses lewd
language from time to time - that can be a beautiful thing when a little
girl uses it on her own mother, but because it feels good, which is more
than sufficient reason."

   "Being on the receiving end of a beating can be highly pleasurable as
well," said Maddie, remembering the previous evening's assault on her by
Evie and Tammie, "which is why I hope you'll let my little one give you a
few slaps sometime - I know she'll enjoy that!"

   "So will I!" Primrose blurted out, almost without thought.  She had a
sudden vision of Evie's little hands slapping her firm-nippled breasts
while her own darling Francie looked on with growing excitement, an image
which caused her to shiver with arousal.

   "My, my!" said Maddie with a smile.  "The straitlaced, prudish Primrose
we've known for these last few years seems to have undergone a
transformation - one which is most agreeable, I must say.  I assume that's
why you're wearing that deliciously tight dress and showing a good deal of
tit - very nice indeed!"

   "I like looking at mummy's tits!" chirped in Francie, with a giggle.

   "Don't we all, child," laughed Maddie.  "And she's more than happy to
show them off, it appears.  And why not?  Mummy is a good-looking slut,
isn't she, when she chooses to dress the part.  Or we could put it another
way, couldn't we, Francie?"

   Quick to take her cue, the 6-year-old loudly declared: "My mummy is a
sexy fucking bitch!", words which again shocked Primrose, but which at the
same time deeply thrilled her.

   "Amen to that!" said Maddie, and then, without warning, yanked
Primrose's dress down to her waist in one swift movement.

   Primrose cried out in dismay, but made no attempt to cover her bare
breasts - indeed after her initial consternation she found it wonderfully
sexually liberating to display her semi-nakedness to her two friends.

   "I think it's your turn to dish out some punishment now, Tammy, don't
you?" asked Maddie, gently but firmly pushing Primrose down on to the sofa.
"Those gorgeous titties are crying out to be given a good slapping,
wouldn't you say?  I'm sure Francie could be persuaded to help you out,
couldn't you, sweetie?"

   The 6-year-old could only look on in confusion as Tammy eagerly
clambered on to the sofa and immediately began to forcefully slap
Primrose's tits.  Her mummy was crying out in apparent pain and yet there
was a look on her face of sheer joy and she was making no attempt, as she
easily could have done, to prevent Tammy from hitting her.

   "Don't hold back, child," said Maddie.  "Your mummy's a whore - a
deliciously perverted pedowhore, and she's just beginning to relish that
fact.  Go and do what you want to her - she'll let you do it and beg for
more, if I know anything about it!"

   Francie was still unsure, but then Primrose called out to her: "Please
come and hit me, darling!  I do so want you to." Without hesitation now,
the 6-year-old sat by her mother's side and gleefully began to slap her
reddened, hard-nippled breasts.

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