Love Library Ff, inc, semipublic Dharmabumme ©2007 (Note: This is work of fiction for adults only; the events portrayed are not based on real events, should to be taken to sanction similar actions in any real life situation) "Mom, I'm bored and my cunt's hot,' said Rosalind's young daughter casually as she stretched her arms over her head and yawned. Megan stood in the middle of library at the Jefferson Public High School, she glanced mainingfully at her mother, who was working behind the librarian's desk and service counter. It was Wednesday, the night Rosalind was expected to offer extended hours for the students and their parents, but this night, as most, no one had come in yet. Megan kept herself busy reading while Rosalind worked behind the counter. At the sound of her daughter's complaint, Rosalind looked up from her computer terminal and watched the 15-year-old's perky, sweetly rounded tits rise and fall under the clingy, yellow-and-white-striped jersey-knit dress she wore. Rosalind rubbed her eyes and sighed. "I know, babe," she said, "It's a drag to come down here every Wednesday night, but Queen Steele demands extended library hours one night every week." Rosalind was referring to the school's taut, prim, and very professional principal, a woman 45-ish in age, dark-haired, and straight-suited. Though few families took advantage of the evening hours that Mrs. Steele demanded, Rosalind managed to get some of her cataloging work done during the time. She brought Megan along for company, and also to keep the girl out of trouble at home. Megan's father had bowling on Wednesday nights, and Rosalind didn't quite trust her sexually precocious daughter at home alone yet. At least not with her uninhibited, nasty cousin Daphne just a quick phone call away. Megan loudly dropped the book she had been reading onto the checkout counter in front of her mother. Rosalind looked up from the file cards she had been sorting and transcribing to the computer, and aimed a forgiving smile at her auburn-haired daughter. The girl had an inscrutable look on her face, but her clear, greenish eyes twinkled with a familiar spark. "Baby, I know that look in your eyes, you must be very sticky between those pretty little legs of yours," commented Rosalind quietly. Her eyes shifted to the door to the hallway to make sure no one was coming in who might overhear their talk. "Come here honey and let me touch you," she said, her voice revealing just the finest edge of lust. Megan came around the desk toward her mother. Rosalind, perched on a high work stool, open her legs wide to let her daughter come close between them. As she spread her legs Rosalind's navy blue skirt worked its way well up her plump but smooth and shapely thighs. The woman kept one eye cocked on the hallway door as she pulled her daughter's pert little body close, her nose nuzzling the soft, reddish hair as Megan buried her face in her mother's familiar bosom. Rosalind felt the girl's lips grazing her tits through the sheer, cream-colored linen blouse she wore. Her pulse quickened as Megan nuzzled her nipples through the silky fabric. Rosalind's hands strayed low on Megan's backside, fondling and caressing the young girl's budding curves. "Baby, it's just another hour and we can go home and take care of that itch. Of both our itches." "But Mommy, I can't wait that long!" Megan replied impatiently. "And you know Dad's going to be home soon." "Oooh baby, Mommy can't, not here at work," Rosalind protested weakly. "Mom, there's no one here, touch me now!" insisted the girl, and her lips nipped hotly at her mother's erect but still-blouse-covered nipples. "Oh shit, baby, you're going to get mother in trouble," groaned Rosalind to her very naughty daughter. Checking the doorway with a glance again, she purred throatily and let one hand creep under her daughter's short skirt. Her fingers slipped up the girl's soft, almost cool thighs, drawing toward the intense heat of Megan's young cunt. The perceptible change in temperature amazed and thrilled Rosalind as her loving fingers climbed between the girl's legs. She started, then cooed when her fingertips found no panties, just naked, hot cunt lips fringed by the slightest wisp of damp, pubescent hair. "Ooh, Meggie baby, where are your panties?" Rosalind inquired, her voice thickening with a lust that was rapidly outgrowing her ability to maintain a proper professional demeanor. "I took 'em off when I went to the Girl's room, they're in my pack," "Oh, God, baby, you'll get in trouble if someone finds you in school without your panties, you know that," scolded Rosalind, but her naughty and familiar fingers cupping the girl's cunt under the short dress belied her attempt at parental sternness. "So who's checking, Mommy? Seems like just you are. Do you check all the girls for panties?" Giggling naughtily, the girl worked her lips up the naked space between her mother's blouse and her throat, and then dove her lithe tongue down into Rosalind's cleavage. Rosalind grunted, and in return pressed her probing middle finger into Megan's cunt slit, rubbing at the small but engorged clit. "So what are you gonna do, Mommy, report me to the principal? And exactly what does she do to girls without panties?" The girl smirked at her mother and rubbed her cunt lips gently against Rosalind's fingers. "Oooooh, fuck, baby, I'm not going to share you with the Queen. I suppose that means I'm going to have to take care of your naughty little ass myself, doesn't it?" Rosalind chuckled. She stood up from the stool, brought her cunt-wet fingers to Megan's chin, and gently pulled the girl's face toward hers. The two kissed hotly, tongues battling in a familiar but still maddeningly arousing dance. "Go in the back room, Megan, Mommy will be there in a minute," panted Rosalind, barely conscious of her hands guiltily straightening her blouse. "Are you gonna eat me?" Megan squealed excitedly. "Sssssh, baby, keep your voice down, just get in there and hop up on the counter. Make sure the door at the other end of the room is locked," Rosalind instructed as she held the door to her private workroom open for her daughter. As Megan scurried through the door, Rosalind's eyes scanned back to the library entrance, the main door from the school's hallway, checking again to make sure no visitors were on the way. The she walked to her desk and quickly filed the cards she had been working on, saved the working file on her computer screen, and passed through the door to the workroom to join her daughter. Rosalind, too, was flush with eager excitement, though it was complicated by the very adult fear of discovery, an emotion that she knew her young daughter could not quite appreciate. Perhaps this lurking edge of fear gave incest its especially rich sexual high, Rosalind thought as she entered the small workroom, Her clit throbbed with anticipation, her tongue coming out to moisten her lips. Megan had the short dress rolled nearly to her waist, and her slender young thighs were spread on the blue countertop as she worked a small finger into her slit. The countertop was already smeared with the fragrant juice that sapped from her cunt. Her proud erect nipples poked against the front of her flimsy knit dress top. It was obvious the girl wore no bra, though there was really little need for her to, outside the conventions of social modesty (conventions that only occasionally restrained their family). "My God, are you hot, my little baby!" cried Rosalind as she bent to kiss her daughter again on the mouth. Megan's free hand rose to squeeze her mother's large breasts as they dangled invitingly, like vine-ripened melons, inside the cream-colored blouse, barely restrained by a flimsy, sheer bra. Her mother was dressed like a librarian, but even so the women's sublime and wanton sexual nature was not fully hidden. Rosalind's fingers touched her daughter's lively, satin-smooth thighs, then gripped them and pushed the girl's legs upward and outward as their kiss continued. Megan's head pulled back, breaking the kiss. She panted with unbridled excitement. "Eat me Mom, lick my ass!" the exhilarated girl cried as she braced herself behind her back with her free hand on the countertop. Rosalind gasped with a rush of insane incestuous desire, then dropped her face to the child's smooth, fragrant crotch, inhaling deeply. As she held her daughter's slim thighs high, the naughty mother moaned and began lapping at Megan's exposed inner thighs and crotch, tasting the hot tang of clean, young girl-cunt. It was a distinctive, saturated flavor and smell that Rosalind could never forget, and never get enough of. Her tongue worked its way past the naked, nearly hairless lips into the heat of her daughter's tight cunt slit, then yawed downward to flutter against the pucker of the tiny pink pucker of Megan's bunghole. Her nose pressed against the girl's clit as her tongue lapped through the cleft between the twin, firm little buttocks. Suddenly Rosalind thought she heard a child's voice in the other room, and she stood up, stock still, ears straining. She pressed a finger to Megan's lips to stifle the soft giggle that came from the girl. "Just wait here," Rosalind whispered as she lifted the front of Megan's striped dress and wiped her slick lips on the hem. She pulled the damp dress back down so it covered the front of her daughter's crotch, then opened the door that led back to the library and her desk. "Well hello, there is somebody here," Megan heard her mother say as she passed from the workroom into the library, closing the door behind her. "It looks like I finally have some visitors tonight," Rosalind said to the young girl and handsome middle-aged man before her. It was Shauna Butrielle, a brainy, mousey-haired freshman and devout reader of mysteries, here tonight with her father. "My, my," thought Rosalind to herself, but Mr. Butrielle is quite a hunk of a man, isn't he? Who'd have thought it from frumpy little Shauna?" But she bit her tongue, hinting at her thoughts only with her appraising eyes. "Mrs. Gilbert," Shauna said, "Remember, you were going to have that new Martha Grimes book for me?" "Yes, Shauna," Rosalind replied, "It came in from the state library yesterday. I have right here for you." She reached down to retrieve the book from under the counter. She felt her skirt rise high on her legs, and she hoped that neither of them noticed how damp the insides of her very full, curvy thighs were. When she stood up her cool greenish eyes met those of Mr. Butrielle. His face reddened slightly, but he smiled, and Rosalind smiled back. "It's certainly a pleasure having Shauna in school. Your daughter is a very eager reader," the woman said, smiling and brushing a shock of her auburn hair from her eyes. "Yes, she is," Mr. Butrielle said, his eyes flicking down almost imperceptibly to the deep, naked cleft betwenn Rosalind's roundly protruding tits. "And she has only very nice things about you to you, Mrs. Gilbert." "Rosalind," she replied with a shy smile and an inviting twinkle in her eye. She really didn't mean seriously to flirt with this man, but somehow she found she couldn't resist. "Come on Shauna, let's go, your brother's waiting," he said, and took Shauna's hand in his. "Goodnight, Mrs....er....Rosalind." As they turned toward the door Rosalind caught a side view of the bulge in his pants that signified her flirting had not gone unnoticed. She smiled to herself, loving that her body still held obvious allure for a handsome man like Shauna's dad. She almost thought she glimpsed the man touching the back of his daughter's ass as they passed into the hallway, but she knew it was probably just her slut-prone imagination. Her cunt twitched, and she thought of her own young daughter waiting for her in the back room, no doubt very impatiently. She checked the hallway again, saw no one, and ducked back behind the counter. Just as her hand reached the doorknob to the workroom she heard a sharp whimper from inside. She opened the door and slipped in, her clit thrumming between her legs. "Damn it, baby," Rosalind said, "Keep the noise down or you'll have the whole town sniffing around here to see what's going on in my workroom." Megan, still spread on the countertop, had two fingers of her left hand up her cunt, with the other hand pinching at her right nipple, which was exposed to view because her dress top had been pushed below her boobs. Oh, um, sorry Mom," blushed the overheated girl, fingers still thrusting into her cunt, small tits bouncing, and tongue visibly panting. Rosalind growled like a cat and kissed the girl again. "Megan baby," she said, voice quivering, "I know you want to come, but Mommy needs a turn, she's got a cunt ache that really needs your help right now." Rosalind pulled up her skirt and pushed her panties down to her ankles, then pulled the damp, cunt-stained undergarment off over her high-heeled shoes. She grasped her daughter by the shoulders, slid the girl forward on the countertop and lowered her to her knees on the floor. She raised one plump thigh and braced it on the countertop, then pulled Megan's pretty face between her widespread legs. Without hesitation, the girl's lips and tongue pressed to her mother's cunt slit, bathing the seething, silky-haired crotch with girl-spit. "OOOngh, gawd you lick me good. Meggie baby, just like a naughty little pussycat. Ohhh, shit baby girl, this is one librarian that's gonna give you a grace period on your book fines. Rosalind rolled her eyes to the ceiling and growled. "Yes, eat that hot slit baby, get Mommy's cunt hair all slick with your spit." Megan gripped her mother's fleshy ass cheeks tightly and sucked hard on Rosalind's engorged clit, causing the aroused mother to curl her toes and gasp. One of Rosalind's hands clutched her skirt high, the other still held the back of her eager daughter's head, caressing the familiar, soft, auburn hair between her fingers. Reluctantly Rosalind pulled her cunt from her daughter's face. "Oh fuck, wait a minute, baby," she panted, " I've got to check again and make sure no one's in the library." Megan nodded, looking up as she licked her mother's fragrant cunt juice from her young lips. Rosalind stepped through the door to her desk, and just as she closed it behind her, in strode Mrs. Steele, the principal, from the hallway. "Hello, Rosalind, how is it going this evening?" greeted Clara Steele, a bit stiffly. "Oh, hi, it's going just fine," Rosalind replied, working fast to recover her composure. Guiltily she wondered if Clara Steele could detect the scent of wet cunt wafting up from under her skirt. "I've only had a couple of kids in tonight, it's been really slow, as usual, I guess," Rosalind added, trying to keep her voice steady. "Don't you have your daughter here tonight?" asked Queen Steele, eyeing the girl's backpack on the library table like a hungry hawk. Rosalind pulse quickened and she glanced down to make sure Megan's panties weren't poking out of the top of the pack in plain sight. They weren't. "Yes, yes, she's here somewhere. I don't know where she's got to," Rosalind lied, "But if you see her in the hall, please send her this way." "Certainly, Rosalind, it would be my pleasure. Thank you for your dedication to our program," said Mrs. Steele, but Rosalind's heart raced when she noticed the principal glancing purposefully at the workroom door as she turned to go. "Thank you Clara, it is certainly my pleasure to be here," replied Rosalind, perhaps a tad too informally for the frigid Mrs. Steele, but suspecting that uncomfortable familiarity might help shoe the nosey principal out of the library. She was right-in a moment, the older woman was gone, and Rosalind found herself blissfully alone in the library again. "My pleasure, indeed," thought Rosalind, and she chuckled. Then out loud, she said, "And I think I'm going back into the workroom to get myself a little more of that." But there was no one else in the library to hear. Again Rosalind found Megan finger-fucking herself in the workroom. "Oh hot cunt baby, cum! Cum hard for mommy, Meggie baby!" cried Rosalind breathessly. Megan was still on her knees on the workroom carpet, her legs spread to allow busy fingers access to her hot young cunt. Rosalind dropped to her knees, on level with the girl. They kissed hotly, and Rosalind felt the wrist of her daughter's rhythmically cunt-thrusting hand whapping on her belly. Rosalind's jutting breasts, still confined in her bra and blouse, pressed against the firm, jiggling tits of her daughter. "Fuck, baby," moaned Rosalind, "Let's get you off, then me. Then let's get out of here and go home!" She lay back on the carpet of the workroom, pulling her daughter's half-naked body across her own. The room was cramped, and Rosalind's head pushed against the door to the library. At least she knew it couldn't opened that way. She grabbed her skirt and lifted it high, raising her butt off the floor to slide the back of her skirt up. Megan was sitting on her knees, thighs spread around her mother's shoulders, looking down as she dropped her cunt slit to Rosalind's face. Rosalind's tongue came out to lap hungrily at the girl's hot slit, and the pretty mother whimpered with heated excitement as she licked. With one hand Rosalind reached up and urgently pushed her daughter's head toward her own hairy, fiery twat. She held the girl's face to her soft thigh, and felt Megan licking it obediently. She guided her daughter's face to her other fleshy thigh, and she arched her back as Megan lapped and sucked her way upward playfully, concentrating on the tender backside of her mother's soft, upper leg. Rosalind cried out, raised her ass up off the floor, her legs high in the air, and pushed Megan's head deeply between her legs until she felt the youngster's hot tongue lapping at her sensitive asshole. "Oooooh, shit baby that's heaven!" Rosalind cried out, breaking contact with her daughter's crotch for only a second. "Tongue mommy's hot asshole, baby!" Then fitfully she drew the girl's gaping pink cunt back to her mouth, running her tongue wildly in and down from clit to the bottom of the slit and back. She drew Megan's cunt lips as wide as she could, and plunged her tongue deeply into the girl's tight, wet cunt channel, again and again fucking her tongue in and out and back to the clit. In response Rosalind felt Megan's tongue stiffen and force its way into her puckering asshole. Again Rosalind whimpered, and she heard Megan squeal and felt the girl's slender body flex and shake in her hands, the soft girl-thighs quivering against her flushed cheeks. A few moments later Megan finally came, the small clit throbbing in her mother's mouth, lithe, slim body thrusting back at the licking tongue, her mouth panting into her mother's ass. Through the waves of her climax Megan kept thrusting her tongue as deeply as she could into her mother's tight ass, striving to bring Rosalind to her climax too. In moments Rosalind groaned hotly as she felt orgasm sweep her body from toe to head, her butthole clenching around her sexy daughter's probing tongue. Their orgasms prolonged, then multiplied, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over the quaking daughter and mother in the ensuing minutes. Breathing hard, Megan finally rolled off her mother's plump, soft belly and lay at her side, eyes shut and a satisfied grin on her young face. At last finding her breath, Rosalind sat up, kissed her daughter on her cum-wet cheek, and stood up to straighten her clothes. "Come on baby, get your little dress over those tits and cover your cunt, it's time to go home," she said to her daughter. "Oh Mom," came the plaintive reply, can you lick my ass first? I licked yours, you should lick mine." "Meggie baby, I'll eat your fine little ass with honey and cream when we get home. I promise. But for now, let's get out of here before the Bitch Queen comes back on her rounds. I wouldn't want her to find us all naked and slutty like this baby, you never know what a principal might do with such a naughty pair of girls!" Rosalind laughed. "You're just lucky I'm only the librarian, or your ass'd be whipped, not just licked, little girl." Finally Rosalind agreed to finger her daughter's asshole on the drive home, and given that the sooner they got home the sooner they might find the chance to pursue Megan's desire for analingus, Megan decided she could settle for this arrangement. Rosalind creeped into Megan's bedroom later that night, after her husband was sound asleep, and the mindful mother spent more than an hour making sure her randy young daughter got just what she wanted. Megan even insisted on the part about honey and cream, talking her mother into a late-night trip to the kitchen for the necessary ingredients. It was a sweet, naughty midnight snack that neither mom nor daughter would soon forget. END