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]