Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Angel's Story, Part 2 [ Fg(4), mast, reluc, inc, mother/dau, lolita, ScFi, fant ] Disclaimer: This work is Copyrighted to the author. All people and events in this story are entirely fictitious. ====== "...Tell me how to turn it off!" Angel sobs. The pretty blonde ten-year-old's palpable distress breaks through your...post-orgasmic haze? Did you cum when that, that, pedophile did? Ugh! Wait, that little girl had to be Angel. But how? This was her first session; you'd never met her before. Trying to calm down and breathe more normally, you focus as well as you can on how to help this little girl. Once you figure out just exactly she needs help with, that is. "I've always felt other people's feelings along with my own. I've learned to tell them apart, but when I was really little, I just felt whatever anyone nearby was feeling." Angel sits down on the therapy couch she just jumped up from, facing you rather than laying back down. Her tears continue falling, but slower, and she's barely blubbering as she talks. "Mommy says that night feedings were pretty hard for her until she really got recon-reconcil-, used to them. She says that I'd be crying, and she'd pick me up and try to get me to take milk and I'd act all irritated and try to push her boob away. She knew I had to be hungry, but she eventually noticed that any time she was mad at having to feed me in the middle of the night, I'd just make a huge fuss." A small smile begins to brighten the girl's tear streaked face. "Mommy says that she had to take up meditation in order to feed me. Now I don't remember that, but for as long as I can remember I've been feeling the same things Mommy and other people nearby feel. I mean even now, I can feel your disgust, fear, concern and disbelief. And surprise. I'm sorry I made you remember what that man remembered; I really, really didn't mean to. I don't know when it's gonna happen, and I don't know how to stop it." Angel again breaks down into shuddering sobs. As you stand and reach out to comfort the desperate little thing, you are stunned. You ARE feeling disgust at the pedophilic lust you felt during the, well, vision you had. You are afraid because you don't know the cause of it and you can't believe that this girl could be the source. But you believe her, now. "You do?" Angel's lavender eyes are shining with more than tears. "You DO believe me! Mommy always told me that bad things could happen if I ever told anybody but her about it, but ever since this has been happening," her hand waves indistinctly between you and her, "we didn't know what to do! She said you could help me, but. . ." She falters. "Y-you don't know how to fix it, do you Dr. Simms?" Angel's voice has that endearing whininess that comes to children's voices they speak while crying. You continue to hug the girl, caressing her long golden hair as you wrack your brain trying to figure out how she even feels other people's feelings, let alone projects whole memories! No that's not right, the vision was spotty. You got sensory information, but only of interesting stuff, and it was, well, broken up. Almost like a dream. You are sure that you couldn't even recognize the park you... uh, the pedophile, and Angel, were in. You've probably even been to whatever park it was, if she lives in the area as well as being born here. Angel's more regular breathing brings you back to yourself, and you realize the impropriety of holding a patient, especially one that seems to have been molested as a child. "Please don't let go." Angel's voice breaks a bit, betraying her attempt to get herself under control. You give in to your instinct to comfort her, since you've gone this far, and hold her just a bit tighter. As he snuggles up to you a little, her cheek brushes your right breast and you feel a little arousal creep up on you. Is that residue of the vision, or are you, are you a...? As self loathing cuts like a razor through your lust, Angel tenses and groans just a little bit, and you realize that she must feel both coming from you. Concentrating on your breathing, you try to clear your mind, glad that the little girl had mentioned that meditation seemed to work for her mother. Angel seems to notice what her face is resting on and regards your breast through your blouse for a moment before meeting your eyes with hers... --------- As your left hand mauls your engorged nipple and the small breast it's attached to, you continue to stuff two fingers up yourself as the heel of your thumb works your clit. Your anticipation of release grows as you switch hands, making sure to rub more of your juices over your sensitive button so that your other hand slides easily. Pulling now on your right nipple, your slick fingers feeling extra sexy, you imagine it's being sucked by your lover as his staff resumes thrusting into your steaming sex. As you're ramping up toward climax, you move your left hand to it's former seat on your left breast, reaching with the first two fingers of your right for that spot in your vagina that sends you straight to heaven, when you feel soft little fingers grabbing you. You open your eyes, shocked to see Angel rubbing your right breast and shaved mons, her little hand seeming to home in on your engorged clitoris. She gasps as you do, breathing just as hard, and you realize that she's again feeling the same things you are. You begin to concentrate on your breathing, trying to get your emotions under control. She continues rubbing you, her slightly rough pushing rapidly transforming into near-expert caresses. Your strong arousal, so near climax, which had begun to ebb with your astonishment, thunders back in as Angel's baby-soft hands rub your nipple and clit simultaneously. Your protests die in a throaty groan as she continues to masturbate you. Angel's slightly chubby hand joins your slick one which had remained on your left breast, and her soft lips descend onto the nipple she just stopped rubbing. You groan as she suckles and pulls your entire areola into her little mouth, tiny tongue dancing around the surface of your aroused nipple. You realize that you'd slicked it with your juices, but she is apparently not put off by them. Your hand and hers start massaging and twisting your other taut nipple, areola and surrounding, exquisitely sensitive flesh. Losing yourself in the sensations, you resume your self abuse in time with her caresses, your fingers again reaching for your g-spot. Almost the instant you find it, you start to cum, and you feel Angel tense up and cum with you, her little legs tensing and quivering, her tiny pelvis grinding against your hip. Continuing your assault on yourself as long as possible, Angel does the same as well as she can, though with much less finesse than before. Her little fingers are massaging your exploding clitoris as she sucks insistently on your breast. Her other hand is trapped beneath your own on your left breast, as you've begun mashing and rubbing with vigor. Her ministrations stop when yours do, and you feel, just, just, wonderful! You're so proud of her discipline as she continued working even through what she must have felt from you. Breathing heavily, she's beaming as you grab her gorgeous little face with your slickened hands. The sheen on your fingers brings you back to yourself and you're wracked with guilt at what you've just done. You masturbated with your four year old daughter; she helped you and you let her! Angel's whimper and quivering chin and lower lip demonstrate the result of that guilt. You try to push it aside with the pride and carnal joy you just felt, and it almost works. Angel did nothing wrong, and you're not sure that you did either... --------- You draw a shuddering breath. Your shaky body against the pre-teen girl you're holding makes you realize that you're coming down from yet another orgasm! The dampness between your thighs is spreading rapidly now. You hadn't noticed it after you came just minutes before; perhaps it came on too fast. You consider that this vision could have been triggered by something that she was thinking or remembering. "Oh I did it again!" Angel's voice squeaks with tears. "I was just thinking that your boob is almost the same size as Mommy's and then I thought of the first time I remember seeing Mommy's boobs... Hey! You're getting an idea aren't you?"