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 A Night to Remember [MF Mg MFg4, extreme pedo, toddler, anal] by PedoMom
[2016]

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   This writing is intended for artistic expression only by the author, who
is using this as a form of therapeutic expression to deal with personal
past experiences, and is not intended for any sexual purpose.

   .  None of the acts hereafter written are in any ways advocating sex
with a minor.

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   Chapter 1

   I had a lot on my mind as I drove home that day.  It had been a long day
at work, but it had ended earlier than we'd expected and I would be home 2
hours earlier than I'd told my boyfriend.  It wasn't work that occupied my
thoughts, it was instead my boyfriend.  John was a caring partner, I
couldn't deny that.  We'd been together just over a year.  At first I'd
been worried that he was too young.  John was 29 to my 36 years, but he'd
assured me I didn't look a day over 28.  He'd always been a charmer, and it
was that very same charm that had won over my 4 year old daughter.  That
had been my other concern, being a single mom and strapping a young man
with some other guy's discarded family.  Emily's dad had disappeared into
the night the moment the pee-stick had shown double-blue lines.  Oh, he'd
stayed long enough to promise me the moon, to promise a wedding and a life
together, and to get his bare-back fucking in as much as possible over the
next week -- if I was already knocked up, there was no reason to glove his
love, right?  But the first chance he got, he took a job on an off-shore
oil rig, and I never heard from him again.

   John was the complete opposite of Emily's father.  He seemed delighted
when I'd told him, near the end of dinner on our first date, when I'd had
to cut the evening short because the babysitter needed to get home early.
John was completely understanding.  He'd offered to just spend the evening
in, at my place, watching movies.  He didn't even seem annoyed when that
movie ended up being a Pixar title, because my then 3 year old daughter
refused to go back to sleep.

   Emily had been shy for a moment with John, but his charm worked like
magic and soon enough they were playing peek-a-boo behind the blanket.

   Right from the start, John had been kind and sweet to my daughter and
completely accepting of us as a package deal.  Sure, we had many date
nights to ourselves in the beginning, but soon most evenings were either
spent at my house or at an event Emily could come along to, from the zoo to
the park to the local carnival.

   And John was the full package.  Or, almost.  He was handsome, gainfully
employed, independent and intelligent.  He offered to help with dishes when
he stayed for dinner, and some nights he even cooked for us.  John was
patient with Emily, helping her learn to ride her 2-wheel bicycle before
any other of the young kids on the block.  He swapped nights reading story
books with her, using silly voices and making the books come alive, to the
point where lately Emily had demanded he tuck her in on any night he was
here.  I was pretty sure my cute little 4 year old had a crush on my
boyfriend by now.

   When I'd been promoted at my job a couple of months ago, it meant I
would have to take on more responsibility, and some of that included
weekend hours.  I wasn't sure at first whether I could take the position,
with Emily's daycare only open weekdays, but John had insisted.  We had
been together a year.  Emily adored him and he adored her.  It didn't take
much thought at the time for me to agree.

   Things had been going smoothly, even with my added work load, John had
helped with things like laundry and grocery shopping, and taken on much of
the cooking.  He hadn't moved in, but he was spending less and less time at
his apartment, and more and more time with Emily and I.

   The `almost' full package was due to our intimacy.  When we'd started
dating, John had been hot and heavy with me.  He was a man of great skill.
He could bring me to the edge and back with his fingers and his tongue over
and over again.  He seemed to know exactly where to put pressure and the
perfect rhythm to get my juices flowing.  Which was a really good thing,
because he wasn't a man of great endowment.  He had a below average sized
cock, not too short, maybe 5" fully erect, but he was very thin and even
after he had enflamed my body to the point of bursting, when I was flush
and fully aroused, he'd enter me with his cock and saw back and forth until
he reached completion, depositing huge loads of cum into the condom, but I
could almost not feel him inside me.

   I hadn't been overly bothered by it, because he'd been so adept at
taking care of my needs, that intercourse didn't need to be the main
attraction.  He'd even introduced me to anal play, being the first man to
lick my tight rosebud, working me up to take a finger, before sliding his
cock inside me.  I admit, it must have been much more pleasurable for him
to fuck that smaller, tighter hole, but I didn't derive much more pleasure
from his rear entrance than the front.  Although, I came time and time
again from his tongue working both of my holes, so, I wasn't really worried
about the intercourse -- so long as he got off, I was happy.

   What came to mind this day, as I drove home, was how things had changed.

   John was still attentive to our budding family.  He helped around the
house and he was amazing with Emily.  They planned all kinds of excursions
for the Saturdays that I had to work, often showing me tokens from their
day trips.  And John was still affectionate, cuddling and caressing me,
snuggling on the couch with the three of us.  John had even taken to giving
me foot rubs in the evenings after my longer days at work.  He'd run a bath
for me, pour me a glass of wine, and then rub and caress my feet until I
was ready for sleep, and I'd slip under the covers and sleep the sleep of
the dead.

   What worried me was how our sex life had slowly diminished.  It had been
gradual, over the past several months, but when I really thought about it,
I wasn't sure exactly the last time we'd engaged in sex.  I knew we'd been
intimate, touching and caressing under the sheets before sleep, but we
hadn't actually had any form of sex in quite some time.  I worried perhaps
it was my fault, being so tired as I was with all the extra work involved
in my new position.  I worried that I wasn't being attentive to his needs,
and he was such a great guy that he wasn't pushing me.  I worried that if
it kept up much longer, maybe he'd start looking elsewhere for his
satisfaction, maybe he'd take a lover on the side, or maybe he already had.

   With these thoughts going through my mind, I pulled into my parking spot
and let myself into the building.  As I rode the elevator to our floor, I
vowed that tonight, no matter how tired I was, after Emily was in bed, I
was going to give John a night to remember.  I was going to show him all
the tricks I knew to make his toes curl.  I was even going to let him fuck
my ass bareback!

   I quietly slid my key into the lock, determined not to make a sound.  I
smiled to myself thinking of the surprise Emily would have to seeing her
mommy home in time for dinner tonight, and maybe even a game or two of
Candy Land before bed.

   I set my purse and laptop bag soundlessly on the floor at the front
door, slipping my coat and shoes off and tiptoed towards the living room. I
could hear a few muffled sounds, but wasn't quite sure what they were,
maybe they were playing a game.

   I reached the end of the hallway and peeked my head around into the
living room and froze on the spot.

   There in front of me was a scene that should have ripped my world in
two.

   My 29 year old boyfriend was sitting on the couch, completely naked and
in his lap, her back against his chest, was my 4 year old daughter, just as
naked, with her tiny little ass stretched obscenely over his adult cock. 
John's eyes were closed and both his hands were gripping her ass cheeks and
her hips, sliding her up and down his cock.  His legs were spread wide and
so were hers.  I could see his balls hanging down against the edge of the
couch and her bald puffy little pussy lips were displayed for my eyes to
take in.  Emily's eyes were closed tight, but her face, instead of one of
pain and torment like would be expected from this violation, was full of
joy and pleasure.  John was grunting and Emily was emitting soft little
mewl sounds.

   To say I was shocked would be an understatement.  I didn't move for
fully a minute.  I just stared as this man I thought I knew raised and
lowered my prepubescent child up and down his cock.  I'd never seen
anything like it, not in my wildest nightmares.

   Outraged.  I should have been outraged.  I should have grabbed a pair of
scissors and removed his manhood so he could never again violate a child. I
should have called the police and had him taken away, to have his own ass
sodomized repeatedly in jail for the rest of his life.

   I should have done any number of things, other than what I did.

   I slipped my hand into the waist of my pants and into my panties and
rubbed my suddenly engorged clit.  My pussy was drenched.  How was this
possible?  This lewd act should have made me sick, should have made me want
to vomit.  But instead, it made me extremely excited.  My boyfriend's cock
had never looked as big as it did at that moment, sliding inside my
daughter's tiny body.

   I thought I'd always been liberal in my sexual views.  I'd had several
partners and even taken a female lover for a while in College.  But this,
this image in front of me, was not one I had ever even thought of before.
Children and men having sex was the sort of thing you heard about on the
evening news and it left a bad taste in your mouth.

   Speaking of taste in my mouth, I couldn't take it any longer.  I quickly
shed my clothes and again crept silently into the room.

   As of yet undetected, I kneeled down between John's feet and at the same
moment that I placed both hands on his thighs, I licked a long line up
Emily's tiny little inviting cunt, tasting her in a way I never thought I
ever would.

   John's eyes flew open at my touch, "What the...?  Oh my ghawd!"

   I peeked at him around Emily's body and he could see that I was naked. I
moved one hand to his balls and began massaging them, as I moved the other
hand to my daughter's slit, moistening a finger in her slight juices before
beginning to circle her tiny clit.

   "Don't stop, John.  Please don't stop.  I should be screaming at you,
but I think I'm about to cum.  This is the hottest thing I've ever seen and
Emily doesn't seem to be upset." I said, the words quickly tumbling out of
my mouth.  "Are you enjoying yourself, baby?" this last question I spoke in
a singsongy voice to my daughter, looking in her eyes.

   "Mummy!  This is secret time.  Are you going to be coming to secret time
now mummy?  I love secret time!  It feels so good mummy!" squealed Emily
with delight.

   The look on John's face was priceless.  He couldn't believe I'd caught
him, and that I wasn't killing him.  He couldn't believe I wanted him to
keep going.  I kept fondling his balls and encouraged him to keep lifting
her little body up and down his cock.

   "This is too much, I can't believe you're turned on.  I love you so
much. I'm going to fill your daughter's body with all my cum right now!"
John managed to get out between deep breaths and grunts as he did exactly
what he said he would.

   I could feel his balls pull up against his body and I leaned forward to
again lick my daughter's immature little pussy.  She tasted like heaven.  I
worked my tongue as far as I could into her little pussy and realized that
he'd never penetrated this small hole, she still had an intact hymen and
she was tight and tiny.

   Feeling John's cock pulse as he came into her ass, I knew that it
wouldn't be very long before we could begin working on stretching her pussy
over his hardness.  With this thought, I gushed in my own orgasm without
even touching myself, my juices coating and running down my naked thighs.

   Who could ever have guessed that sex with my 4 year old daughter would
prove to be exactly the mind-blowing sex I was searching for in my
relationship with my boyfriend.  This would certainly be a night to
remember.
   <<look for Chapter 2, coming soon!>>