Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Olivia [MFg2, extreme pedo, nepi, toddler, no sex] by PedoMom [2017] . . . /==============D I S C L A I M E R==============\ . . . 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. . All work must NOT be copied or transmitted in part or whole. . By continuing to read the following writing, you are agreeing to partake in an artistic experience only, and not to use the writing for any sexual purpose. . If you are under the age of 18, or a minor in your country, this artistic writing is not for you, please leave this page now. . . . \==============D I S C L A I M E R==============/ . . . . . . . . . . Chapter 3 I figured it would be safest to meet him without Olivia the first time, at least, that's what my brain told me. But my pulsing clit would have none of it. I dressed Olivia up in the cutest little outfit, tickling her and enjoying her laughter as I got her ready to meet the man I thought might be her first. When we arrived on the third floor of the library downtown, I spotted Luke right away. He was of the shorter, thinner variety. He hardly looked his 29 years, instead resembling a college student, albeit a well-dressed one. He was handsome, in that nerd-hot way that was so popular these days, and I had to admit I was instantly attracted to him -- not just because we shared the same perversions. He stood from the collection of chairs he was seated in, as I walked forward, pushing Olivia in her small umbrella-fold-style stroller. "Sa...sha?" he asked, uncertainly, his eyes darting between me and the delectable little girl in the stroller. Now, contrary to what most stereo-types about phone-sex operators might suggest, I was actually a fairly decent looking specimen of the female race. I stood about 5'7, with some curves (but all in the right places!) and I had dark features, an olive complexion, dark brown eyes and darker brown hair. I had fairly large DD cup breasts and an ass that looked amazing in a thong. But it wasn't me that Luke's eyes were stuck on. He had eyes for my little girl. It was so obvious. She definitely did not take after my side of the family. Whoever her daddy was (and by this point, I'd narrowed it down to at least 3 guys, but I really wasn't sure! Promiscuity will get you every time!) he was certainly of fairer stock. Olivia had pale white skin, nearly white blond hair that fell about her face in soft ringlets and the clearest of green-blue eyes. And her smile. She was always, always smiling. At age two, she had a few teeth emerging, but just hardly poking through -- she seemed to be delayed in this respect, as well. "Luke, hello," I smiled broadly at the man before me and gestured for him to be seated again, as I pushed Olivia's stroller between the two chairs and took one myself. He'd been wise to choose the third-floor reference section of this library, the middle of the day during the week it was nearly deserted. We wouldn't take any chances, for sure, but we could be assured our privacy and to speak at liberty. "This is my 2 year old daughter, Olivia. Olivia, this is mommy's new friend, Luke, can you say hello?" I asked my little girl, to which she responded "wewwo", her own underdeveloped version of hello, followed by her ever-present heart-breaker of a smile. I watched as Luke extended a hand towards Olivia and she instinctively grasped his proffered index finger, wrapping her tiny hand around the digit. Luke groaned quietly his approval. "I'm so glad you decided to come," I said to the obviously nervous man in front of me. "I can see that Olivia is already taken with you." Luke pulled his gaze away from my daughter and looked back up at my face. "I nearly backed out a hundred times this morning," he said. "But we both knew, you had the ultimate pull on your side." his glance back down at Olivia making his words clear. "It's funny you should say that," I chuckled. "Because really, Olivia and I have been having a lot of, umm..... fun, her whole life. But it is you who holds the key to everything we've missed out on!" Luke caught on to my meaning immediately, and both of us blushed as we looked towards his crotch and his obvious arousal. I spent a little time telling Luke our history, about the one-night-stand, about Olivia's developmental delay, and without too much detail, letting him know I'd been getting her ready for this day really all of her life, but certainly more so in the past few months. "I love my daughter. I love everything I can do with her. But there are just some things that I can't. And I really think we're ready to take the next step in our play. That's where you come in, Luke. I really feel, after these past 5 years talking to you, that I can trust you because we're so completely on the same page with our desires." Luke was nodding appropriately, to show that he was listening to me, but his attention was split between my words and the little tyke in front of us. He had both hands playing with hers, when all of a sudden she pulled one of his hands closer and slipped his index finger into her mouth, sucking it all the way to the back of her throat (like she'd been taught!) and raising her eyes to look up into his. Luke gasped and grunted and I watched as the large lump in his pants actually shook, indicating he'd been completely overwhelmed by my daughters forwardness, the inside of his boxers becoming an instant mess. "I see she's already got your stamp of approval?" I good-naturedly laughed. "I told you, we both knew I was no match for your little secret weapon here," Luke said, with a wide blush seeping across his youthful face. "Now that we've met, now that we both know we're for real, do you think maybe you want to follow me to my place? I honestly don't think I can wait any longer. I've been waiting 2 years and 9 months for this. I need to play it out!" I intoned to the man who held all the power in this situation, whether he knew it or not. "I took the afternoon off work. I'm yours to do with at you please, Sasha. I think I would follow this little angel of yours to the edges of the Earth!" Luke said in response. I grinned. I had hoped for as much. We stood and took the elevator down to the parking garage, conveniently being parked no too far from one another, and Luke followed Olivia and I back to our apartment building.