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 Author: David Stephens
Title: Signs of Love
Part: Chapter 1
Keywords: FF/g, inc, pedo



   Signs of Love

   by David Stephens



   Laura often looked after her daughter's 7-year-old little girl, Olivia,
when Carol was at work, particularly during the long summer holidays, never
finding it an imposition but rather an unalloyed pleasure.  Olivia was a
pretty, flaxen-haired child with grayish-green eyes and rosy lips which
were always tending towards a smile.  On the whole she was well-behaved and
Laura cherished her time with her 7-year-old granddaughter, though it
slightly troubled her that there was one reason for that which she found it
difficult to acknowledge.

   Olivia always seemed to be dressed in something short and skimpy which
exposed a good deal of her lovely slim body, and Laura's delight in gazing
at her granddaughter had a definite sensual element to it - in fact, as she
eventually had to admit to herself, an even more definite sexual element.
As a conventionally-minded grandmother she found it profoundly disturbing
to be sexually attracted to a little girl, and yet thrilling in a way which
she had never experienced before.

   Laura watched Olivia now as the little girl knelt on the floor reading a
book, her pert little bottom pushed upwards, as though she knew that was
giving her grandmother a perfect view of her bare legs.  There seemed to be
a reddish mark on the 7-year-old's inner right thigh which Laura decided to
investigate.

   "Come here, Livvy.  What's that mark on your leg?  Don't dawdle, child."

   Olivia seemed to be hesitant about lifting her short skirt to expose her
upper thigh, something which was so unusual for the normally exhibitionist
little girl that Laura was immediately suspicious, though suspicious of
what she wasn't quite sure.

   "Mummy and I cut out a stencil and used it to paint a word on my leg,"
explained Olivia, sounding unusually muted.  "Mummy said to clean it off
before you came."

   "What word?" asked Laura, though close examination of the faint reddish
remains made clear what it had been, and why her daughter had instructed
the 7-year-old to wash it off.  Though she couldn't quite believe it at
first, the word, in two-inch letters was indubitably `SLUT'.

   "Was this your mummy's idea?" asked Laura, trying to remain calm, though
she was experiencing various strong emotions, some of which were quite
troubling.

   "No, it was mine!" said Olivia, sounding as though she was proud of the
fact.  "Mummy calls me lots of nice things, but she calls me `slut' all the
time and I like it a lot."

   "Is being called a slut really a nice thing?  Do you even know what it
means?"

   In truth, Laura knew that the word could have a variety of meanings,
depending on the situation in which it was used, though she was struggling
to understand any appropriate way that it could be used by a mother about
her 7-year-old little girl, though there were some inappropriate ways that
came to mind which sent a shiver through her in a disturbing way which she
couldn't really comprehend.

   Olivia smiled.  "It means that I like playing with mummy in our special
way and doing naughty things with her.  I let her do anything she wants to
me, and I do anything to her she wants me to.  That's why she calls me her
darling and a sexy little slut.  And lots of other lovely things!"

   The only responsible reaction to her granddaughter's astonishing words,
Laura knew, was to change the subject and then challenge her daughter about
what had been going on between her and Olivia.  Instead, following the
prompting of something deep inside her which she was only just beginning to
appreciate the existence of, she said: "It's a pity your mummy thought you
should clean your leg.  Would you like to paint that word on again, if you
still have the stencil?"

   Olivia, without hesitation, skipped to the shelf where she kept her art
materials and quickly came back with the stencil.  "If you hold it against
my leg, Nanna, I'll do the painting."

   "Perhaps you should take your skirt off, or you'll probably get paint on
it."

   The 7-year-old smiled knowingly at her grandmother.  "If you want to
look at my knickers, you only have to say so!"

   "Why should you think that, child?" asked Laura, laughing.

   "Mummy says that lots of pervs like looking at little girls' underwear.
When her friend, Clare, was here yesterday, I put my feet up on the sofa so
she could see right up my skirt, and she couldn't stop looking and mummy
said afterwards that Clare had the makings of a first-class pervert and
that was a good thing."

   "Let's say I'm a pervert then - I'll make no objection.  Please take
your skirt off, and while you're at it you may as well take your top of as
well.  I've got an idea which is a little bit naughty, but I don't suppose
that's going to worry you!"

   The 7-year-old happily stripped down to her knickers and calmly allowed
her grandmother to gaze at her slim, unformed body, relishing the frank
admiration she saw in Laura's eyes.

   "You're so beautiful, child!" said Laura.  "And not only that.  Your
mummy's right - you're a sexy little girl and no mistake about it, even if
I shouldn't really be saying that of someone your age."

   Olivia accepted the compliment as her right, but wanted more.  "Say it
right, Nanna!  I'm not just a sexy little girl."

   "No, you're quite right, Livvy.  You're a sexy slut, I should say,
though I've only your word that you're as much of a slut as you say. 
You'll have to prove it to me, some time soon."

   "I will, Nanna!  There's lots of naughty things I'd love to do with
you!"

   "Yes, well, let's just do the stencilling for now, shall we?"

   Minutes later the stencil on Olivia's right thigh declared her to be a
slut, in letters of bright red, and Laura was emboldened by the 7-year's
delight to further investigate her relationship with her mother.

   "What else does your mummy call you, Livvy, besides slut?  I can't quite
believe I'm asking a question like that, but I'd really like to know."

   "She calls me `bitch' a lot and I really like that!  Sometimes it's
`sexy bitch' or `hot bitch', or sometimes `you slutty bitch'!"

   Laura noted the delight with which the 7-year-old spoke, and asked:
"When was the last time?"

   "This morning, just before you came.  Mummy said, `Come here, bitch,'
and she put her tongue in my mouth and squeezed my bum and told me to be
careful not to show you what a slut I am."

   "Well, that's not been very successful, has it?  Never mind though,
perhaps your mummy is going to be surprised by my reaction to what's been
going on between you two.  Not that I know very much about it as yet,
except that it's clearly inappropriate behaviour between mother and child.
Then again, it must be difficult to act appropriately as a mother when your
little girl is as sexy as you!"

   Olivia giggled delightedly.  "I've just remembered that mummy said this
morning that you've kept your looks and for a mature woman are something of
a hot bitch."

   "More inappropriate behaviour," said Laura with a smile, feeling
incredibly excited by her daughter's comment.  "As `bitch' seems to be the
word of the moment, Livvy, perhaps we could cut out a new stencil for it,
for your other leg."

   "Really, Nanna?"

   "Really, Olivia.  I'll start cutting and you mix some more paint and
we'll try and make a good job of it."

   It took quite a while, but eventually the semi-naked 7-year-old's left
thigh proclaimed her to be a `BITCH' in vibrant red letters, and she
couldn't have looked happier about the fact.

   "Mummy is going to be surprised, isn't she?"

   "Let's hope it's a nice surprise for her.  And there's one more surprise
to come, hopefully.  I'm sure mummy must call you something else which is
totally inappropriate, if not frankly obscene."

   Olivia's pretty face lit up.  "She calls me her `whore' a lot.  Usually
`pretty little whore' or `mummy's whore'.  I like that a lot!"

   "Well then, perhaps we could be a little ambitious and make two stencils
for that lovely flat chest of yours.  Shall we do that?"

   "Yes please, Nanna.  I wondered why you wanted me to take my top off.  I
thought you just wanted to lech me!"

   "Wanting to lech you, as you so charmingly put it, was a secondary
reason.  Let's get to work now - we don't want mummy coming back before
we've finished, do we?"

   Laura was fairly proficient at cutting the stencils, and Olivia an
enthusiastic if slightly slapdash painter, and so it wasn't too long before
the 7-year-old's immature chest was adorned with the words `MUMMY'S WHORE'
in the usual lustrous red.

   "What a lucky mummy to have a whore as beautiful as you!" said Laura. 
"Mind you, your mummy was a lovely child when she was your age."

   "Was she as sexy as me?"

   "I must say she was, though I was too straight-laced in those days to
dwell too much on such troubling thoughts."

   "Was she a hot piece of ass?"

   Laura laughed.  "I take it that your mummy calls you that?  Well, to be
perfectly frank then, she was a hot piece of ass as a 7-year-old and she's
a hot piece of ass now, though I can't imagine ever being able to bring
myself to tell her that."

   "That's the front door!" said Olivia suddenly, her sharper hearing
having detected her mother's entrance.

   "Get your skirt and top on then, quickly!  We don't want your mummy to
see the results of our handiwork straight away - let's be a little more
subtle about it."

   Although `hot piece of ass' is a crude description, most admirers of the
female form would have accepted it as completely apposite in the case of
Carol Rawlings.  A brunette of medium height and in her late twenties, she
was slender but shapely and undoubtedly easy on the eye, to put it mildly.
Her close-fitting dress showed off her figure to perfection and she had the
assured air of a woman who was proud of showing it off.

   "Have you been a good girl, Livvy?" asked Carol, relaxing into an
armchair.

   "Of course, Mummy!  Nan and I have been stencilling - it was lots of
fun!"

   "You'll have to show me later, darling - I could do with a cup of tea
first."

   "I'll get it," said Laura hastily, wanting some time on her own to
decide the best way of going about things.  She was excited but also
increasingly nervous.  After all, she had no idea how her daughter was
going to react to the outrageously lewd stencils on Olivia's legs and
chest. Carol would be shocked, no doubt, but after that would she be in her
turn excited or simply repelled?  Whatever exactly she had been up to with
Livvy, it was clearly a private matter and she may well be mortified by her
mother's knowledge of it.

   Before Laura could decide what best to do next, Olivia had taken matters
into her own hands.  Taking up a position on the sofa opposite to her
mother, the 7-year-old lifted her legs to her chest and then allowed her
right leg to fall to the side, so displaying the `SLUT' stencil on her
thigh for the benefit of Carol, whose startled gasp Laura heard as she she
came back into the living-room with the tea.

   "Livvy and I did quite a good job there, don't you think?" said Laura,
trying to appear nonchalant, though she was anything but.  "There was no
need to clean the original stencil off, Carol.  I suppose you thought I
would be offended, but as you can see I'm not at all!"

   "Perhaps I should try and explain," said Carol, sounding relieved but
uneasy.

   "We can talk about this more fully later.  Livvy has told me something
of the special relationship you have with her and I must say that it sounds
absolutely delightful!  Referring to your 7-year-old little girl as a
`slut' is no doubt unusual behaviour for a mother, but in your case I can
hardly blame you.  I must agree that Olivia is a sexy slut, without doubt,
and I feel no shame in saying that and neither should you."

   "There are other things, though ... "

   "Yes, so I understand!  Take your skirt and top of again, Livvy, and let
your mummy see what we've been doing."

   In seconds the 7-year-old was down to her knickers again and proudly
displaying the `BITCH' stencil on her left thigh and the `MUMMY'S WHORE'
one on her chest.

   "Oh, my!" moaned Carol.  "Doesn't she look so hot like that, Mum?"

   "Absolutely!  And it's so hot to know that you refer to the sweet child
as `mummy's whore'!"

   Carol blushed but managed to smile hesitantly.  "I'm so proud that
Olivia is my whore, and so delighted that I can say that to you without any
feeling of guilt at all."

   "Why shouldn't you?  It seems to me that you're just being a loving
mother when you call Livvy a whore, slut, or bitch.  I wish I'd had the
courage to make you my whore when you were Livvy's age.  I had the most
indecent thoughts about you, but they seemed so wrong to me then that I
managed to repress them, and what a mistake that was!"

   "Nanna says that you were a sexy little girl, Mummy," said Olivia, "and
that even now you're a hot piece of ass!"

   Carol laughed.  "Thanks for that, Mother dear!  You're a pretty sexy
piece yourself, you know.  I would have loved for you to have made me your
whore when I was a little girl."

   "I somehow imagine that you have other lewd ways of referring to Livvy,
don't you?"

   "There's one in particular which she doesn't seem to have told you
about, probably because even she, whore though she is, thinks it very
naughty indeed.  If you'll be good enough to fix me a sandwich I'll make a
stencil for it and show you."

   Laura went through to the kitchen and took her time preparing the
sandwich, but when she returned to the living-room was disappointed to see
that there was no sign of a fresh stencil on Olivia's semi-naked body.

   Then the 7-year-old smiled at her in a decidedly provocative way and,
hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers, pulled them slowly
down until a vividly red `CUNT' was revealed on her lower tummy.  Stepping
deftly out of the knickers, she stood proudly naked before her grandmother,
adorned with the signs of her mother's fervent love.

   Laura sat down on the sofa and, greatly aroused, beckoned to the little
girl.  "Come here, cunt!"

   She pulled the 7-year-old to her and kissed her firmly on the mouth,
before sliding her tongue between the little girl's soft rosy lips.  As the
pair lovingly embraced, their tongues urgently twining together, Laura
ardently squeezed the little girl's shapely bum and then pulled her cheeks
apart to display her tight anal pucker for Carol's benefit.

   "Have you had a finger up Livvy's bottom yet, darling?" she asked in an
apparently casual manner, though she was in fact highly unsure as to the
wisdom of asking such a provocative question.

   "Mother!" said Carol, clearly taken aback.

   "Have I shocked you, darling?  I don't see why.  You've already proudly
asserted that Olivia is your whore, and so unless you're just saying that
because it excites you, which I would quite understand, you presumably are
already molesting the child, or at least on the point of doing so.  That
being the case, fingering her lovely little bottom must surely be on the
agenda.  God knows I wish I'd slipped a finger or two into your bottom when
you were little!"

   "Well, as there's no point in my being coy after your frankness, I'll
admit to doing just that with Livvy.  And I would have loved you to do it
to me when I was her age, or to do it to me now, if I'm to be strictly
honest!"

   Carol had surprised herself by her own admission, persuaded to be candid
about her secret desires by her mother's own forthrightness.

   Laura took a deep breath as she contemplated taking a step which would
change her life forever, and those of her daughter and granddaughter.  The
conventional sense of morality which she had taken for granted all her life
seemed to fade away as she faced the truth about herself which she could no
longer ignore.

   "Would it shock you if I suggested that you play with Livvy's bottom
now, while I have a little play with yours?  I personally can't think of a
more delightful way for three generations of our family to connect with
each other!"

   If Carol was indeed shocked she managed to hide the fact, beyond the
slight flush which appeared on her face.  "A very good idea, mother - a
very good idea, indeed.  If you'll lie back on the sofa, Olivia, with your
legs up, I'll kneel on the floor in front of you so that your Nan can get
at my bum.  Shall I undress, Mum, or ... "

   "There's no time for that.  I want my fingers up your ass as soon as
possible!  Just get on your knees and lift your dress up."

   "Just run upstairs quickly and fetch some lube, Olivia," said Carol. 
"You know where it is, don't you?"

   "She should do," she added with a laugh, as the 7-year-old scampered
from the room.  "We've made good use of it over the past few months."

   Shortly afterwards everyone was in postion, with Laura sitting behind
her kneeling daughter as she eased a lube-smeared finger into the tight
anal ring of 7-year-old Olivia.

   "Do it to me now, Mum!" urged Carol, lifting her dress up to her waist.
"Give my ass a good hard fingering.  God, I've wanted you to do this to me
for so long!"

   Laura slid her forefinger inside the gusset of her daughter's panties
and pushed it firmly into her anus, Carol moaning joyfully in response.

   "Push another one in, Mum!" urged Carol.  "Ram them into me as hard as
you can!"

   As if roughly fingering her daughter's anus wasn't thrilling enough,
Laura was at the same time watching Carol pumping her finger into
7-year-old Olivia's bottom and hearing the little girl's squeals of
delight.

   "Can Livvy take two fingers up her bum, Carol?" asked Laura, eager to
receive a positive response.

   "She can, and has done many times before.  I'm going to slip another
finger inside her now and really open her ass up, and then ... "

   "And then?" Laura prompted.  "Don't be shy, darling.  Nothing you can
suggest is likely to shock me.  Let's be blunt about this - you're sexually
abusing Olivia on a daily basis, if I understand you right, and I freely
admit that I'm eager to abuse her as well.  She's a lovely little slut and
anything you want to do to her is fine by me, whatever it is."

   "Well, I bought a strap-on a while ago but haven't had the nerve to use
it on Livvy.  I would love for you to hold her legs open for me while I
rape her cunt and her bottom, and then I could do the same for you.  I'm
not sure that she's quite ready for such treatment but she's such a hot
bitch that I would love to give it to her anyway, but perhaps you don't
agree with me?"

   "I agree with you completely!  A gorgeous little girl like Olivia should
absolutely expect to be sexually abused by her mother, and raping her with
a strap-on is such a wonderful idea!  The question of whether she's ready
for that is neither here nor there.  Livvy is your whore, our whore indeed
I think I can confidently say now, and must expect to be used by us in
whatever way we deem necessary.  In any case, she's such a horny slut that
I don't suppose she'll be making too many complaints."

   Laura could feel her heart beating rapidly as her excitement increased.
Her daughter's lewd talk of raping Olivia's cunt with a strap-on, something
which would surely have been repugnant to her not that long ago, now served
only to bring her arousal to a fever pitch.

   "Get the little whore in position for me, Mum," said Carol.  "I'll be
back in a minute."

   As her daughter hastily left the room Laura sat next to Olivia and
lifted the 7-year-old on to her lap, pulling the little girl's legs apart
in readiness for what was to come.

   "You're such a lucky child aren't you, Livvy, to have a lovely mummy who
so badly wants to fuck your sweet little holes?  Most little girls have
mummys who don't sexually abuse them at all."

   "That's silly, isn't it, Nanna?  I love it when Mummy does sex things
with me."

   "Very silly indeed, Olivia.  I wish I'd realized that when your mummy
was a little girl - she was such a gorgeous child and looking back now I so
deeply regret not abusing her!"

   "Are you going to fuck me when Mummy's done me, Nanna?"

   "What else would I do to such a depraved whore?  Any loving grandmother
would do the same to a cunt like you!"

   Carol was naked when she came back into the room, save for her strap-on,
its thick black phallus jutting from between her thighs.

   "Well, here I am," she said, her face flushed with excitement.  "Brace
yourself, Olivia - I'm going to give that lovely cunt of yours one hell of
a pounding!"

  
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