AUTHOR: Fygero
TITLE: Like Mother, Like Daughter (Mg12,preteen)
PART: 1 of 5
SUMMARY: It's the near future.  The age of consent has been lowered to
12, and sex-ed has moved from the school to the local medical practice. 
Nobody is happier about this than Dr Pete.
KEYWORDS: Mg(12), MF/g(12), M/Fg(12), 1st, Inc, Ped, Preteen, Cons, Piv,
Creampie, Oral, Womb
WORDS: 5539

WARNING: This story contains explicit sex scenes with a minor.  If this
is likely to offend you, please close this file of click BACK on your
browser now.

SYNOPSIS: *** CONTAINS SPOILERS*** Lucy is like any twelve-year-old
who's walked into Pete's practice - sweet natured, perky, and lovely in her
youthful innocence.  Walking her through sex-prep will literally be his
pleasure, especially if he can encourage her gorgeously petite mother to
take part as well.
It is the near future, and the age of consent for girls has been dropped
to twelve, resulting in attitudinal and cultural changes that nobody could
have anticipated.

Men - not just some, but all of them - have finally come out from behind
the curtain of denial and confronted their buried desires.  No longer is
there a stigma to want for the skinny pre-teen temptresses running around
the beach in tiny bikinis - the lovely middle-schoolers with their budding
breasts, bundled into last year's uniform and forever forgetting to sit
with their knees together - and the lithe, flat-chested gymnasts, leaping
about in gleaming leotards that caress every curve and crevice of their
tiny, hairless cunts.  A door has been opened, a chance for every man to
have what he'd never dared to dream.

The girls themselves haven't changed though.  They're only children, and
they don't see the sublime beauty of their young, developing bodies - they
don't know the deep, sexual hunger they stir, just by being themselves.

To achieve their full potential, they need to be shown, and it is the
medical profession - men of skill and knowledge like Dr Pete - who have
been entrusted to kindle the spark of sexual awakening that glows inside
their burgeoning breast.

DISCLAIMER: The characters and events depicted in this work are
fictional; and resemblance to actual people or events is entirely
coincidental.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a work of fantasy.  Although many men may think
and act like the character Pete, young girls do not think and act like
Lucy. Her highly biddable and sexual nature is a fantasy that does not
exist; in fact, it would be dangerous to believe that it does.  If the
Synopsis above makes you cringe, close your browser now - it only gets
worse.  If, however, you enjoy this type of fantasy, I encourage you to
read the story; it is very erotic, very graphic, and thoroughly enjoyable.
If you have trouble distinguishing between the fantasy of Lucy and the
reality of real girls then you probably need help from a medical
practitioner.


LIKE MOTHER, LIKE DAUGHTER (1 of 5) 
by Fygero

   Dr Pete stepped into the waiting room.  "Lucy Winters?"

   A petite blonde woman stood and smiled.  "That's us." She took the hand
of a young girl wearing horn-rimmed glasses a blue and white striped school
dress.  She was maybe ten or twelve and very obviously the woman's daughter
- a three-quarter scale carbon copy.  "Come on sweetheart.  It's our turn."

   Dr Pete checked his clipboard.  Patient: Lucy Winters; mother: Sarah;
date of birth ... oh, wow.  It was Lucy's birthday.  She was turning
twelve. "You must be Sarah," he said, greeting the mother.  "Welcome,
welcome.  Come on in." Pete held the door for them both and watched Sarah's
slim hips sway beneath her skirt as she walked.  Gorgeous.

   He offered them both a seat and then took to his own.  "So, Sarah," Pete
said, not sure whether this joke was going to fly or not, "you and Lucy
are, what, sisters?"

   "She's my Mom," Lucy said incredulously.  She'th my mom.  Cute lisp -
must be the braces.

   "Your Mom?" Pete said, copying her disbelieving tone.  "What's a grown
woman going to the doctor with her Mom for?"

   Sarah watched on, smiling.

   "I'm not a grown-up," Lucy's blue eyes - improbably large behind the
clear lenses - flashed with delight.  "I'm only elev-- I mean, I'm twelve."


   "Twelve?  You're kidding." Pete creased his face into frown and looked
at his clipboard.  "Well I'll be darned.  You are twelve ... today?"

   Lucy nodded, beaming.

   "Happy birthday." He shot Sarah a wink.  She's going to be fine, it
said. Lucy seemed completely at ease.  Her mother must have prepared her
for this, or perhaps she had older school friends who'd been talking. 
Whatever, Pete was happy.  Nervous mothers, nervous daughters - they
complicated things.  He liked Lucy already, and he wanted things to stay
super uncomplicated.

   "Anyway," he said, rubbing his hands together.  "How can I help you
ladies today."

   "Well," Sarah began, "as Lucy says, she turns twelve today, a-a-a-nd..."

   "Ah, you've come for the sex-prep program."

   "Precisely."

   "Good, good.  Just to let you know, I've done heaps of these, so you're
in capable hands."

   "My friend Amber came here," Lucy said.

   "Amber's two months older," Sarah explained.  "It's all Lucy's sixth
grade class is talking about, and she's just been dying for her turn."

   "How flattering." Pete smiled and crossed his legs.  "So, Lucy, apart
from what Amber told you, have you read any books on this?"

   Lucy nodded.  "I read My Twelfth Birthday.  Twice."

   "Oh great," Pete said.  "That one's my favorite.  "What about Mom?  Did
she tell you what it was like for her?"

   "I was a couple of years older when it came in," Sarah said, twisting
her mouth with a look of disappointment.  "I went through when they called
it sex education." She said the last word with a sarcastic twist.

   Oh, no.  You poor thing." Pete made a face.  "Not--"

   "Uh huh." Sarah grinned broadly.  "At school.  Stuffy old teachers with
books and line drawings."

   "And the boys all giggling when they came to the girl stuff, and the
girls all blushing?"

   Sarah laughed.  "Exactly.  Oh, it was awful.  I learned more in two
minutes as a sixteen-year-old in the front of my boyfriend's truck than I
ever did in those awful classes."

   "Yes, well." Pete said archly.  "A lot of women don't look back so
fondly on those moments.  That's why we have sex-prep now."

   "Oh, I don't look back fondly." Sarah was shaking her head, eyes wide
with wistful delight.  "He was terrible.  Two minutes is being generous. 
But if you can't laugh about it, you'll cry.  I just wish they'd introduced
this earlier."

   "Indeed." Pete uncrossed his legs and sat forward, looking intently at
Lucy.  "So, Luce - can I call you Luce?"

   Lucy smiled and nodded, her blonde ponytail bobbing jauntily.  She
pushed her glasses back up her nose.

   She was really very pretty when she smiled, Pete thought.  Prettier than
Sarah, even, with a spray of freckles that hadn't faded yet, and her face
still bearing those delightfully girlish proportions - large eyes, button
nose.  The braces gave her a pouty look, like her mouth was especially
eager for some fresh new experience.

   "Luce, have you and your Mom done any of the exercises in the back of
the book?"

   "We haven't," Sarah replied for her.  "You really need a second pair of
hands for most of them, and Lucy's father isn't living with us anymore,
so..."

   "Totally understandable," Pete said, holding up a `no more explanations'
hand.  "Don't worry about it.  We do them all in this session anyway." He
turned back to Lucy.  "Luce, do you ever look at yourself in the mirror?"

   Lucy pursed her lips in thought.  "You mean, like brushing my teeth?"

   Pete laughed in a nice way - indulgent.  "No Sweetie, not brushing your
teeth.  I mean a little lower down.  Have you been looking at how your
body's changing?"

   "Um, well, I'm starting to get boobs ... kind of." She touched herself
there, the fingers of both hands absently caressing her nipples.

   Pete had noticed the twin buds when she walked in; they had just enough
weight to stretch the front of her dress when she was standing.  Slouched
in the seat, they were less prominent, and if she wore a bra then he
probably wouldn't notice them at all.

   Lucy sat up straight smoothed the bodice of her dress, showing Pete
their tender shape - tiny and round, the size of plums.

   "They're sure coming along." Pete looked at Sarah's bust, herself barely
an A-cup.  "You might end up bigger than Mom, maybe."

   "We can only hope," Sarah laughed.  "I dithered about wearing a bra
today - most days I don't bother."

   "Mmm, well I think Lucy is about ready for one.  Especially now she's
twelve.  She's going to be doing a lot of adult things, soon.  Am I right,
Lucy?"

   "I hope so." She turned to Sarah.  "Mom, can we go bra shopping
tomorrow?"

   "We'll see, Punkin.  Let's get you through today, first."

   "What about down lower, Luce?" Pete said.  "Have you tried sitting in
front of a mirror to look between your legs?"

   Lucy shrugged.  That probably meant yes.

   "And how was that?  Did you look inside?  Does anything look different?"

   "I dunno.  Maybe." Lucy wobbled her head from side to side.  "It still
looks like a bottom.  I don't know why girls have two - boys are much more
interesting."

   "Ha!" Pete sat back, laughing.  "Go and ask a boy, see which one they
find more interesting." He quickly composed himself.  "Sorry, but you're
quite right - the vulva does look very uninteresting at first glance,
doesn't it?  Maybe we can change your mind on that today." He looked
questioningly at Sarah.  "Do you mind if we...?"

   "No, of course.  God, that's why we came." She stood up.  "Where do you
want me?"

   "Let's sit you on the side of the examination table," Pete said, kicking
out a little step so that Sarah could climb up.  "And to get started, why
don't we get your blouse and bra off."

   Sarah perched on the paper-lined table with her knees modestly close and
smoothed her skirt down over her thighs.  She unfastened the buttons of her
blouse one by one, working down from the neck and exposing a dainty, lace
bra that matched her blue eyes.

   When she peeled off the blouse, Pete lingered a moment and enjoyed
smooth, flat expanse of her tummy.  She didn't work out, he hazarded, but
she didn't need to.  God, she had the body of a twelve-year-old herself.

   "And the bra, you said?" she asked.

   "Yes please."

   Sarah reached back to unhook it, arching prettily and shaking her long
hair back over one shoulder.  Pete swallowed.  He couldn't help but wonder
what kind of show she'd put on if she was trying to be sexy about it.  She
shrugged out of the loops and laid it aside.

   Pete saw a lot of women with their tops off, but few stacked up quite
like Lucy's mom.  Her breasts were shallow and almost perfectly round, just
soft mounds of flesh with tight areolas and pointed nipples.  If he had to
guess, Pete would say she'd never breast-fed.  "They're lovely," he said.

   "Oh, they're nothing," Sarah said.  "You should've seen them when I was
pregnant.  B-cup bonanza.  I did a lot of Baywatch running on the beach
before my belly got too big, I can tell you."

   Pete laughed politely.  "You'd never guess." He placed one hand in the
small of her back.  "May I?"

   "Of course."

   He caught Lucy's eye.  "You hear that, Luce?  A boy has no right to
touch you without your permission.  Not even your doctor."

   Lucy nodded sagely and came closer to watch.

   Pete cupped Sarah's breast - well, cupped is perhaps the wrong word
because it was far too small to fill his palm.  He stroked the plump
underside and lifted it with his fingers.  It was so tight - firm to the
touch.  He squeezed the areola between his fingers, working the nipple
until it hardened to a stony peak.  It swelled larger and flushed with
blood to a deep purple-brown.  He drew Lucy's attention.  "See here, Luce?"
he said, rolling it back and forth in his fingers.  "This little hollow on
the end - that's where the milk came from where you were a baby." He looked
up and caught Sarah's eye.  "Did you breastfeed?"

   She nodded, looking back down at her nipple between Pete's fingers.

   "Is there milk in there now?" Lucy asked.

   "Not anymore," Pete and Sarah answered together.

   Sarah smiled self-consciously at Dr Pete.  "Sorry, you go ahead."

   "The milk comes in when the baby is born," Pete said to Lucy, ushering
her closer, "but it dries up if you stop feeding for too long." He took her
hand and encouraged her to explore her mother's other breast.  It was a
much better fit in Lucy's tiny palm.  He squeezed the one he'd been holding
and encouraged Lucy to do the same, making the soft flesh blush a lovely
shade of pink.

   "Hmm," Lucy said, stroking the areola as Pete had done until it hardened
in her little fingers.  She flicked the rubbery tip back and forth, smiling
each time it sprang proudly back.  "Will mine do that too when I have a
baby."

   Sarah nodded.

   "They'd probably do it now," Pete said.  "Do you want to try?"

   Lucy exchanged a questioning look with her mother.

   Sarah nodded.  Go for it, her eyes said.  That's what you're here for.

   "Okay." Lucy smiled back up at Pete, beaming.  Her, eyes sparkled - they
seemed even bigger and brighter than before, like a Disney princess ready
for a big adventure.

   "Sit up here," Pete said, patting the exam table.  "Maybe between Mom's
legs."

   Sarah shuffled back and hitched her skirt higher, giving Pete a glimpse
of blue panties that matched her discarded bra.  She spread her legs and
helped Lucy position herself between them.

   The twelve-year-old wriggled to get comfortable.  "I need more room,
Mom." She shuffled back as Sarah made more space, rocking her bottom.  Her
own hem rode higher and showed Pete so much of her trim, milky thighs that
Pete was sure he'd get a little panty flash, but somehow they remained
hidden.

   "I'll need to undo your buttons," Pete said, raising an eyebrow at
Sarah. "I can help if you like."

   Lucy unfastened them herself - five big blue buttons that ran from her
neck to just past her navel.

   When she was done, Pete took the lapels and pulled them open to inspect
the small bounty inside.  He almost gasped.  They were delightful.  Surely
they'd only been growing a couple of months, at most.  Set wide apart on
her flat chest, just the smallest, tenderest pillows, topped with
sugar-drop nipples the color of coconut-ice.

   "They're not very big, yet," Lucy said in a quiet voice.

   "Sweetie, they're perfect," Pete said.  "They're just the right size for
you." He spread her legs and stood between them.  There those panties are -
just a little wisp of pink stretched across her vulva.  It looked like
Sarah had bought her a nice pair for the occasion.  People spread rumors
that the prep went easier for girls who made an extra effort to look nice -
some mothers even brought their daughters in with full make-up.  Pete
certainly didn't mind having his middle-schoolers gift-wrapped in a tiny
pair of see-through panties, maybe a push-up bra if there was anything to
push up.

   He put his hands on her waist, his thumbs meeting over her belly-button.
His fingers almost touched at the back.  He squeezed a little, seeing if he
could manage it, and Lucy sucked in a breath to help.  It was no good. 
Maybe if he'd met her six months earlier, but then those little titties
wouldn't be so goddam edible.  No, she'd come to him at the perfect time.
He shaped his hands beneath them, the webbing between thumb and forefinger
describing a curve that perfectly traced the tiny swells.

   Lucy's eyes met his again.  They were wide and bright inside her
ocean-blue frames.  Little Mermaid eyes.

   "May I?" he asked.

   Lucy swallowed, and after a moment she nodded.

   Pete asked the same question of Sarah with a knowing look.

   "It's okay, Punkin," she whispered in Lucy's ear, hugging her tight. 
"It feels really nice.  I promise."

   Pete stroked once with his thumb, kneading the soft flesh in slow
circles.  Exquisite.  Softer than Sarah's.  Her young skin felt delicate,
like if he was too rough then he'd leave a scar.  He did the same with the
other one, circling, avoiding the nipple for the time being.  "Is that
okay?"

   Lucy licked her lips.  "Uh-huh."

   "You want me to keep going?"

   Lucy nodded again.  "Yes please."

   Pete kneeled on the step.  His face was about the height of Lucy's
chest. "Lucy, if a boy respects you, he'll do this for you every time
you're together." He kissed her breast, tasting it, licking the gently
swollen underside.  "If he's just using his hands," Pete went on, talking
between kisses, "if he's only touching you through your clothes - don't let
him go any further until he does it properly." He drew Lucy's areola into
his mouth and sucked hard, eliciting a surprised gasp.  He worked the other
nipple with his fingers, gently rolling it, pinching, stroking the tender
flesh underneath with his other fingers.  "Do you feel the difference?"

   "Y-yes."

   Lucy's chest shuddered beneath Pete's lips.  He drew away an inch and
blew cool air on the nipple.  "Which one feels best?"

   "This one," Lucy breathed, bringing her fingers up to cup it, offering
it again to his lips.  Pete returned with more passion, more venom.  He
used his teeth on her - gently, of course; it was only her first time and
he didn't want to frighten her.  He did want to show her the adoration her
young body could elicit, though.  She deserved to know that for all the
cover girls out there, all the models and the porn stars, she was the one
at the peak of her sexual beauty.  Her young body - not yet grown but so,
so ripe - was a heavenly delight.  With what he showed her today, a cutie
like her might make ... shit, who knows, ten thou' a night working out of
her junior high - more if she got a stent.  They weren't exactly legal, but
neither were twelve-year-olds once upon a time, and pre-teens with stents
were like fucking crack cocaine.

   Swapping sides, Pete sucked the whole of her other breast into his
mouth, voicing his approval with a soft growl.  He used his tongue, plowing
it through the pillowy flesh, licking her pebbly nipple in long, glorious
swipes.

   Lucy held them both for him and he dropped his hands.  She offered him
one, then the other, squeezing the nipples outward and snapping them over
his lips.  She pushed them together, trying to lend herself cleavage.  Pete
nibbled at them, moving back and forth like he was watching a tennis match,
making a game of it with her and earning himself an amused giggle.

   He rested his hands casually on her thighs, fingertips close to her
virgin center.  Did Sarah notice?  Perhaps.  He didn't much care.  The
sex-prep program gave doctors an almost free rein.  The world just about
fucking ended when they lowered the age of consent to twelve, such was the
backlash.  But then some genius YouTubed a now perfectly legal
twelve-year-old getting her smooth, virgin slit plowed by a big black dick.
A billion hits in forty-eight hours.  The tween-porn internet boom preceded
the first ads on Craigslist by about a week.  Pre-teen sluts were cashing
in.  Five grand for a cutie.  Ten if she'd do two guys at once.  Even a
plain looking girl could fetch a grand or so - providing she was clean and
smooth.

   Viva la free market.  Pete fancied Lucy would amass quite a college fund
even before she finished junior high.

   He stroked a thumb over her pussy, just a graze, a touch - a reminder if
she needed it, about what it meant to invite a man between her legs.  Her
breath caught and her thin chest shuddered.  He licked her breast fiercely,
growling low in his throat.  He wanted her badly, and he was letting her
know it.  She was exquisite, so pure and unexplored.  Her body teemed with
hormones, rattling their cage and screaming how ripe she was.  Pete was
going to set them free.

   She blew out a long breath, almost whistling.  Pete felt it ruffle his
hair.

   How could she not know?  Men would do anything - literally anything - to
have her tiny body, and it was his job to show her.  Every time she ran
around at the beach in her little bikini, dicks were getting hard for her,
watching her do cartwheels in the sand, just hoping for a glimpse if her
costume slipped.  And Lucy was completely oblivious, teasing them
mercilessly just by being herself.

   Pete felt her body soften as she relaxed into the caressing and perhaps
began to realize her power.  With instinctive sexuality, she arched her
breasts into his tongue and opened her legs wider.  He stroked her pussy
again, tracing the edges of her puffy lips, finding the sleek center line
with a searching fingertip.  He touched her clitoris, rocking back and
forth over the top.

   Lucy whimpered.  Had she ever explored that place?  It thrilled Pete to
think he was playing tour guide, introducing her to fresh pleasures that
had been right there for the taking.  Such a waste it would be to indulge
them by herself.  Soon she would grow and mature and it would be too late.
Men would have her now, over and over, alone or in pairs while her
straining pussy was still too small to take their full length.

   "Dr Pete?" Sarah said.  "We probably should keep moving.  I need to get
Lucy back to school before third period."

   It took an almost physical force, but Pete released her.  He longed to
slip beneath the gauzy sheath covering her sex.  Sighing, he treated each
sugar-drop nipple to one final suck before stepping back.  "Was that nice,
Luce?"

   "Hmm?" Lucy opened her eyes and blinked.  She seemed disoriented.  "Is
that all?"

   "It's not even nearly all, Sweetie," Pete said.  "We're just getting
started." He helped her down from the table, touching her young breasts
again - he was powerless not to.  "See, they're hard.  Just like Mom's." He
rolled a nipple between his fingers, bringing it back to a stiff peak.

   "What are we going to do next?" Lucy asked, her voice betraying a
breathy hint of eagerness.

   "Well, if Mom's ready" - Pete exchanged a look with the bare-breasted
Sarah, whose eyes flashed almost as excitedly as Lucy's - "then we can take
a look at her downstairs and show you what girls look like up close.  Do
you want to do that?"

   Lucy nodded, following Pete's eyes to the sheer strip of blue gauze
between her mother's legs.  There was a dark blot in the middle, Pete was
delighted to see - evidence of Sarah's rising anticipation for what Lucy
had coming.

   "Sarah," Pete said.  "Could you pop your feet up in the stirrups?  Do
you want your skirt on or off?"

   "On," Sarah said, sliding down to the end of the table.  With practiced
ease, she kicked off her heels and used the stirrups to lift her ass,
skimming her panties down past her ankles and off.

   Pete smiled appreciatively.  "You look like you've done that before."

   Sarah blushed.  "It saves on medical if you can pay in kind."

   "Smart woman." He winked at Lucy.  "Listen to your Mom, Luce.  "A pretty
girl like you shouldn't need to spend a penny from now on."

   Lucy frowned uncertainly.

   Not to worry, she'd learn.  She was going to get plenty of practice. 
Pete led her to the end of the examination table and showed her how to
adjust the stirrups, and together they cranked her mom's legs wide apart.

   "Do you want to lie back, or watch?" he asked Sarah.

   "I usually just lie back and enjoy it," she said.  "But I probably
should watch this time."

   Pete raised the other end of the table into a back rest.  "Better?"

   "Mm-hmm." Sarah wriggled in her seat - Pete would've bet her breasts
couldn't jiggle, but it's a bet he'd have lost.  She saw him looking and
smiled.  "That feels great.  Thank you."

   "Now," he said, returning to the other end and stepping between Sarah's
open legs.  "Let's see what we're working with here." He took the hem of
her skirt, and after getting a nod of consent, he lifted it and laid it
back on her flat tummy.

   Oh my.  "Oh." Pete gulped.  "Wow."

   "You don't mind, do you?" Sarah said.  "I had it done when I was young.
Just after they changed the Act."

   "It's..." Pete touched her cunt - her completely smooth cunt.  "It's
wonderful." There weren't even any follicles.  Sarah was as flawless as any
ten-year-old.  If they gave Barbie dolls cunts, they'd look like hers.

   "The laser removal takes a few treatments," she said.  "But everyone
seems to enjoy the results.  We'll get Lucy done too, as soon as she needs
it."

   "Mo-o-om.  Do I have to?"

   "You should." Pete gave Lucy a sober look.  "This is excellent work."

   "It was only wispy fuzz to begin with," Sarah said, touching herself,
stroking her own flawless lips.  "I was fifteen I think - I hardly
remember. I was one of the first, though, so a lot of men thought I was
younger.  They say it's better if you get it done before the hair grows in
properly."

   Pete could hardly believe he wasn't looking at a girl from elementary
school.

   Nobody could have predicted the wild swing in public sentiment that
followed the amended Act.  Pedophilia was still reviled, and rightly so -
girls under twelve were children, after all.  Pete was a bit more avant
garde - he drew the line at eight, maybe few years younger if the girl had
a stent - but that magical moment when puberty took hold, the golden year
of perfect, budding breasts and a bare, doll-like mound was something every
man craved whether he admitted it or not.  Just the thrill of pulling down
a little girl's panties, that beckoning crease, like a ripe peach, scarcely
a hint of an opening between smooth, soft labia - no man could sink his
cock into a hairless pre-teen pussy without acknowledging he'd known her at
the breathy peak of her desirability.

   "Truly, truly excellent results," Pete said.  He'd never expected to
meet a grown woman with such a lovely cunt.  "You were a very lucky girl."

   "If you want" - Sarah raised a querying eyebrow - "you can ... you know
..."

   Pete smiled.  "Just take it off the bill, right?"

   Sarah shrugged coyly.  Her nipples were dark pink chips of granite.

   It was a tempting offer, but looking after Lucy was his top priority. 
Just in case, he palmed a Viagra from his jacket pocket and swallowed it
dry.  "Let's have a closer look, shall we Lucy?"

   Lucy nodded eagerly, still viewing everything in this brave new world
through excited Disney Princess eyes.

   Pete touched Sarah at her center.  That was all it took - that and the
strain of her parted thighs.  Her inner labia peeled slowly open to reveal
her shiny pink clit mounted above a slick, heart-shaped entrance the size
of a button.

   "How you ever got a baby out of there is an eternal mystery," Pete
muttered.

   "Shh," Sarah giggled.  "Don't tell anyone, but I might have gotten a
little work done."

   Here was a woman who'd had some serious good fortune in the cosmetic
surgery game.  She was beyond perfect.  Pete's dick hurt just to look.  He
stroked a finger down her slit, spreading her welling nectar and making
everything in there glisten seductively.

   Sarah flexed and closed her pussy over his fingertip.

   Pete took a slow breath, his balls lifting and tightening.  "Nice
trick."

   Lucy stared intently into her mom's silky purse.  "That doesn't look
like a bottom."

   Pete suppressed a laugh.  "It sure doesn't, Sweetie," he said.  "Do you
want to touch it?"

   Lucy nodded, her ponytail bouncing double-time.

   "Start down here." Pete showed her where, sliding his own middle finger
into Sarah's tight box, working his bony knuckle in and out past the
narrowest point behind the opening.

   Lucy copied, fingering her mom with a tentative, nervous touch.  "It's
slippery."

   "That's what happens when you're excited," Sarah said.

   Lucy licked her lips, obviously framing her next question.  "Will mine
do that?"

   "It might take a little practice," Pete said.  He sat down and pulled
his office chair up between Sarah's legs, patting Lucy's bottom.  "Sit on
my knee, Sweetie.  We can get a closer look at Mom together."

   Lucy sat down, sweetly compliant.

   "Scoot up here a bit higher." He closed his big hands around her hips
and coaxed her back, sliding up his lap till she was perched on his dick.
"That's better.  Are you looking after Mommy?  Why don't you ask what she
likes?"

   Lucy looked back over her shoulder and then at Sarah.  Her wide-eyed
expression was too easy to read.  Are you serious?

   "Use two fingers, Punkin." Sarah held up her first and second finger
like a pistol.  "Like a ..." Sarah arched and closed her eyes.  "Mmm." She
rocked her pussy into Lucy's hand.  "A bit deeper ... yes-s-s-s."

   Pete closed his arms around Lucy's body and held her breasts again, his
touch rougher than before, less mindful.  He pinched her nipple and made
her moan.

   Lucy writhed on his dick, sweetly oblivious to the trembling pleasure
her young body could deliver.  She fingered her mom slow and deep, quickly
discovering they went all the way in, and then pressing home, rhythmically
massaging Sarah's cunt lips with her knuckles.

   Her mother encouraged her with tender sighs and gasps, rewarding the
touches that brought her closer to what was perhaps un unexpected climax.

   Pete placed his free hand high in Lucy's lap, laying his fingers over
the velvet pad of her young cunt.  At twelve, her breasts and womb were
still those of a child, but her hormones knew differently - they ran her
body on raw instinct, and they wanted - no, they demanded, the touch of
man. Helpless to resist, Lucy parted her legs and gave herself to him.

   Pete pulled her hem free and pooled the back of her skirt on his lap. 
Only her thin panties and Pete's trousers separated them.  She was almost
ready.

   "See this spot here?" He tickled Sarah's clit, causing her to gasp and
pump her hips.

   "Uh-huh?"

   Pete put his lips close to Lucy's ear.  "Lean forward and give it a
kiss."

   Lucy was straddling his lap, resting almost her entire body weight on
her pussy, which in turn balanced on the fulcrum of Pete's cock.  She
turned her head slightly, questioning, and he felt her tense down there.

   Fuck!  He was about to lose her.  His dick ached to finish this.  "Go
on," he whispered.  "You'll like it.  Mom will, too."

   Lucy seemed to mentally steel herself.  She leaned down, shifting her
weight delightfully along Pete's length, and placed a chaste kiss in
Sarah's love button.

   Oh, Punkin!" Sarah's breath came in a shudder.

   "I'm sorry, Mommy," Lucy said, quickly sitting up.  "I didn't mean--"

   "Again," Sarah growled, her voice tainted with lust.  "Eat me."

   Lucy kissed her again, letting her lips linger this time, perhaps
tasting her mother's raw essence.

   "That's it," Sarah said, breasts aquiver, her breath coming in gasps. 
She wound her fingers into Lucy's hair.  "Use your tongue.  Punkin.  Make
Mommy come."

   Lucy locked her lips onto her mom's clit and sucked like a babe on the
tit.  Sarah lost her shit, crying out and bucking into her daughter's face.
Lucy had to hold on tight to maintain contact, and she slid back down to
Pete's knee.

   His cock yearned for her.  He freed it with one hand and stroked himself
beneath Lucy's dress, touching it to the dampened gusset of her panties. 
God, she was wet for him.

   "Stand up, Luce," he said, guiding her hips.  "Let's get you out of
these panties."

   Without breaking contact with her mother's cunt, Lucy obediently rose
and let Pete slide her underwear down, dropping them to her ankles.  They
really were very tiny, and she had to step on them with one foot to get
them past her white socks and sandals.

   Lucy seemed to have discovered a hidden talent for pussy, alternating
between finger fucking and eating her mom's cunt, sucking her clit and
grinding it with her nose.

   Pete sat her back down and rubbed her succulent pussy over his swollen
shaft.  He leaned back and peeked beneath the dress.  There wasn't much to
see, just her slender ass and a pair of plump, pink lips nuzzling his dick,
coating his balls in her fresh young scent.

   He pulled a condom from his pocket, letting Sarah see the shiny foil
pack, but after rolling it down his cock, he tore the tip with his
fingernails, just enough to slip his knob though - friction would do the
rest.  He made a mental to ensure Lucy put her panties back on afterwards;
it wouldn't do to have her dribbling on her sandals out in the front
office.

   He slid her forward and burrowed the tip into her tight groove, feeling
around for the softening that announced her virgin opening.  She was so
petite - his dick dwarfed her tiny slit.  He could hardly imagine how he'd
ever get it inside.  "That's right, Sweetie," he said, finally slotting
into her entrance and guiding her hips, searching for just the right weight
and angle that would open her up.  "Work it."

   Perhaps Lucy misunderstood, because she attacked Sarah's cunt with
renewed zeal, her own noises of breathless lust mingling with her mother's,
the pair of them rising in volume until Sarah's moans took on a frantic
note.

   "Luce!  Honey!  Stop!" Her strained voice became a croak.  "I'm going to
... I can't ..."

   Lucy ignored her and buried her tongue in Sarah's tight box, eating out
her mother's hairless cunt with great, lustful bites.

   "Ye-e-e-e-e-s!" Sarah came on Dr Pete's examination table. 
Uncontrollably.  Her legs shook with spastic glee and the tendons in her
groin stood out like suspension bridge cables.  Her cunt bucked madly
beneath Lucy's searching tongue, spasm after spasm wracking her body,
slowly unwinding until finally she had to pull Lucy's lips from her
incandescent slit.

   Lucy straightened, slipping free of Pete's dick, her innocence still
intact.  "Mom?  Are you okay?" She wiped her mouth on her arm.

   "I'm wonderful, Punkin," she sighed.  "You were wonderful."

   Pete slipped the condom off and wrangled his straining dick back into
his trousers, trying not to groan.  "Did you like that, Luce?"

   Lucy turned and sat sideways on his knee, rearranging her school dress
over her lap.  She smiled shyly and nodded, braces flashing.  The right
lens of her glasses was steamed over.

   "Do you want to have a try on the table?  Like Mom?"

   Lucy licked her lips and touched herself absently.  If only she knew how
close she came to having a dick in there.  She looked from Pete to her
mother, eyelashes batting nineteen to the dozen.  "Will you do it, Mom?"

   "Some girls like a man to do it," Pete said, nodding encouragingly. 
"It's the whiskers." He stroked the stubble beneath his bottom lip.  "They
say it feels nice."

   Lucy looked hopefully at her mother.  "Mom?  Can I?"

   "If Dr Pete doesn't mind.  Not all men like the taste."

   "I liked it," Lucy said, licking her lips again.  "It tastes like ...
fun!" She reddened and lowered her eyes.  "That sounds silly."

   "Not at all, Luce," Pete said.  "Mom and I know exactly what you mean.
And she's right, lots of men don't like it, but I can show you a trick if
you like, so they'll do it even if they don't want to."

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fygero@protonmail.com (2018)

POSTSCIPT: Readers, there's much more to this, however I don't have it
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