Back in Ten Minutes,   Part One  (Fg, Fffg, incest, semipublic,
mild lesbian d/s). By Dharmabumme dharmabumme@yahoo.com

[Authors' Note: This story is purely fictional in every respect.
Any resemblance to real events or persons is unintended.  The
author does not condone the kinds of actions taken by any
character in this story.]

Lorraine knew she’d made a grave mistake. There were several ways
this could end, and nearly all of them were terrifyingly bad. At
41 years old,  she could lose everything--her job, her daughter,
her freedom.  She covered her face with her hands, suppressing a
wave of nearly nauseating fear.  Her love for pussy, a desire to
please young girls that she had wrestled with all her adult
life-- a crazy desire she had given into and ridden hard like a
wild horse these past few weeks--had now brought her to the brink
of destruction. She hugged herself, bit her lip, and stood up
straight, trying to buck up.

“At least one thing’s going my way,” she consoled herself quietly
The girls Karen had brought to her had all been 11 or 12, and all
in sixth grade.  In just one week, all them, including her own
little Karen, were going on to summer break and then to junior
high, in a different school well across town.  She could only
pray this brat pack would take their secrets and rumors with
them.

God, how many of them were there, tugged the voice of fear in her
head.  Lorraine’s memory was clouded by a storm of chilling
fright, the fire of adrenalin, and the glaze of intoxicating
lust.  Eight, she thought, 7 or 8…but Ie might be missing one.
Even so, she knew if this kept up at the same pace the remaining
week of school year, there would be more.

But sooooo good, the thick voice of lust in her head growled
back.  Delicious little cunts.  And so grateful to receive what
for each of them was them best, and for some the first, licking
of their young lives. The librarian brushed beads of sweat from
her forehead with the back of her hand, trying to banish the
wicked thoughts from her mind.

Suddenly Lorraine‘s thoughts were broken by the sound of the
opening door to the hallway and the light treading of young feet
on the carpeted floor.  She glanced up, and there stood her
daughter Karen. Karen looked somehow both demure and
good-natured, blue eyes gleaming with intelligence, the full,
soft brown hair, the intent posture giving the distinct
impression not so much of a girl, but of a young woman used to
getting her way with things.   My pussy princess, Karen thought
to herself, finding it hard not to smile at the pet name she had
coined for the lolita she loved.

Karen. Lorraine could trace this all back to her daughter, and
the divorce.  When Karen was 10, Lorraine had discovered her
far-too-young daughter giving enthusiastic head to her husband in
the bathroom.  Over many months, behind Lorraine’s back, her
husband had sexualized the girl, committing the rawest kind of
incest, and when Lorraine found out, the man was history.  In her
fury she had denied him visitation and co-custody. As a result
Karen had only seen her father occasionally since the divorce, at
all times under strict supervision by Lorraine.

Sometimes Lorraine wondered at the ferocity of her reaction the
affair.  Neither parent had spoken to anyone outside the
immediate family about the incest beneath their breakup.  Was she
only outraged, and protective, like a proper mother? Or was it
her shame at having had it go on, without her knowing anything
was wrong?  Or was there, as she feared most deeply, an element
of jealousy motivating her?  After all, it had only been a matter
of months after the divorce that Karen was sleeping in her
mother’s bed.  As touching and comforting led naturally to
passionate contact, Lorraine soon found herself embraced in
frequent and intense kissing, then finally, oral lovemaking with
the girl.  It had seemed somehow so natural, not exactly a choice
she had made.  But Lorraine realized in retrospect that mother
picked up where father had left off, with young Karen prompting,
even seducing, the whole way.  Lorraine was easily seduced. 
Karen’s precocious sexuality had awakened the sleeping dragon of
her mother’s lifelong desire for younger girls.  It was, the
mother realized when she was brutally honest with herself, as
much about sex as comfort.

“Hi Mom,” said Karen, cheerfully.

“Hello, Karen,” Lorraine answered, struggling to return her mind
to the present. After a guarded moment she smiled at the younger
girl, about 10 years old, who stood shyly next to her daughter.
Then Lorraine flashed the daughter a wary, meaningful look.

“Mom, this is Baylee, you know her, right?  Mrs. Swart’s her mom.

Lorraine nodded, but she gulped audibly.  Everyone, of course,
knew Baylee, youngest daughter of the statuesque and stern Vice
Principle Monica Swart.  If sweet little Baylee,--or god forbid,
her mother-- had any whiff of what had been going on in the back
room of Loraine’s library this past two months, Lorraine would
almost certainly be in deep trouble.  She could almost hear the
distant scream of police sirens in her head…

Young Karen noticed the glimmer of fright in her mother’s eyes.
She smiled back brightly, her own blue eyes dancing with that
special kind of wicked delight that infected her, and she
squeezed he mother’s hand.  “Relax, Mom,” she said.  “And yeah,
Baylee knows.  She heard about you from some other girls, and she
came to me.  She’s cool, she won’t tell.  But she wants some.  I
hope it’s okay, but told her you’d do her if she promised not to
tell anyone ever, what she heard about you.”

Lorraine looked at Baylee helplessly, tummy churning, already
losing her legs to the tide of pussylust her willfull daughter
always seemed to bring her way.  Baylee just smiled shlyly, in a
manner that said “Yeah, what Karen said.”  Dressed a lot like her
mother, Baylee wore a conservative dark green sweater, a black
plaid skirt, black knee socks and shoes.  The youngster’s flaxen
hair was pulled back in a loose bun held tight by a black silk
ribbon--tied, no doubt, by the hand of the formidable Ms. Swart.
Baylee’s breast looked flat and boyish beneath the sweater, with
just the tiniest hint of swelling at her young nipples.

Karen stammered, looking back at Karen.  “Baby, please…You know
we shouldn’t….I can’t….ohhhh Baylee….please, I don’t know what
you’ve heard, but please don’t repeat it to anyone!”

Karen grinned meaningfully, glanced toward the door to make sure
no one was coming in, and whispered, “Okay Baylee--show her.”

The libarian’s eyes grew round as blonde Baylee, with only a
slight moment’s hesitation, lifted her skirt with one hand,
revealing to Lorraine and Karen’s gaze a perfect, pink slit
nestled between smooth, pudgy little ivory snow puss lips.
Lorraine melted at the sight, tummy fluttering, her knees going
rubbery.    The girl had one of those delicate, low-slitted
pussies, the kind framed by a perfect, plumpish labia and creamy
mons that never in a lifetime gave up their babyfat.   As far as
Lorraine could discern Baylee’s pussy was completely free of
hair, but a tiny drop of pussydew glistened near the top of the
coral  slit, signaling mature arousal.

“Ohhhh goddess,” Lorraine breathed out loud, body and voice now
trembling.   Knowing her mother consumately. Karen had prepared
Baylee on the girls’ room for just this eventuality.  The woman
cursed under her breath her daughter’s devilish persistence, Even
as she protested, she felt her resolve wither, her heart and soul
giving over to temptation.

She quickly motioned both girls through the door that opened into
a small back room off the main office area of the library.  With
a squeal of delight Karen led the way back as Lorraine hurried to
the main library door, hung a sign on the outside knob that said
“Back in 10 minutes.”   She winced, stomach flip-flopping as she
realized a small but growing group of girls in the school now
knew her intimately enough to instantly smirk at that sign,
suspecting exactly what it signified.  Pussy service--and 10
minutes would surely grow to 20.

“Ohhh Lord help me.” Lorraine moaned to herself, “I’m about eat a
fifth grader.”


[Author's endnote:  If you like where this story's headed, let me
know and I'll finish and share the next part for you. I have to
say I'm finding the characters of this one already tending to
take on lives of their own, which is fun for me, and shows some
potential. Best, db]