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 Lo & Behold by Diola Dragontail

   Chapter 12: Sunday in the Mall

   In her mind, it only took a handful of stolen seconds to recount the
memories of the past two days.  By the time the street light was turning
green again, the memory had begun to fade out of her mind, leaving a
pleasant glow in Sara's mind.

   She gripped the steering wheel with nervous energy and released the
pressure on the brake, letting the car start to ease forward.  The dull
idle, the occasional surges from the engine, all of it reminded Sara of her
own body.  The energy the past few days had"I want Dad's cock inside me."

   Angela's words jolted Sara out of her own mind.  The bluntness and
sudden nature of them almost made her start to veer the car off the road.

   "What?" She asked, thinking that maybe the words were just the product
of her currently over-active imagination.

   "I want Dad's cock inside me." Angela repeated, looking at her mother
with a frown.  She was sure the repetition of the statement was a sign that
the conversation was headed straight towards a no.

   "Honey." Sara said, taking her eyes off the road just long enough to
glance at her daughter in the passenger seat.  "I really don't know if
that's a good idea."

   Angela frowned and crossed her arms across her chest in a steadfastly
stubborn fashion.  She set her jaw firmly and stared silently at her
mother.

   Sara's eyes glanced around, hoping that some road sign might point the
right way to continue this conversation.  "You're a little young for your
father's...  cock."

   Angela frowned even more, her brow furrowing with annoyance.  "No I'm
not." She stated matter of factly.

   "Honey, you don't understand." Sara decided to try a different tactic,
with an honestly apologetic tone.  "Your body...  It's not ready for
anything like that.  Your father's cock is much too big for you."

   Angela scowled at this.  If anything her resolution was growing as the
conversation continued.  Sara knew that if she didn't find some way of
changing Angela's mind soon, she'd just stop listening altogether.

   "You know how old I was before I did anything like that?" Sara could
feel the growing agitation in her daughter's young body without having to
look at her.

   "No." Angela grumbled out, not really caring about the answer.

   "Sixteen." Sara said calmly, thinking that might calm Angela down a bit.

   "Sixteen?" Angela shouted out in shock.  "I can't wait until I'm
sixteen!"

   Angela felt outraged now.  How could her mother even suggest that she
should wait until then?  Sixteen?  She might as well have said thirty-five!
Or a hundred and thirty-five!

   "I didn't say you had to." Sara said now, trying to calm down the
agitated eight year old strapped into the seat next to her.

   "Good." Angela replied with a confident nod of her head, glad she had
won at least part of this argument.

   "So when can I?" Angela asked again, putting extra emphasis on the "I."

   "I don't know, honey." Sara replied, feeling a bit cornered now.  "We'll
both know when your body is ready for something like that."

   There was a momentary reprise of silence, for which Sara was extremely
grateful.

   "So you had grandpa's cock in you when you were sixteen?" Angela asked,
equally out of the blue.

   "No!" Sara shouted in surprise.  It was an image she couldn't have
imagined on her own.  And now she felt she needed mental Brillo pads to
scrub it out of her mind.

   Angela glanced at her mother, surprised.

   "I mean, it wasn't grandpa.  It was a boy named..." Sara trailed off her
voice, thinking that any more information might confuse the subject.  Not
to mention give Angela more areas to ask questions about.  "It just wasn't
grandpa."

   Sara glanced at her daughter and wasn't sure what to say.  She wasn't
sure how to explain that her relationship with her own father was nothing
like the relationship that she and Mike had attempted to have with their
children.  Even before the events of the weekend.

   "Why not?" Angela asked, still surprised.

   "Grandpa just didn't." Sara said now, slowly.  "And you know, what we do
isn't something you should tell anyone.  Not even grandpa."

   Angela rolled her eyes now, "I know.  Daddy told us this morning."

   Sara felt like she was under going an interrogation, strapped down to a
chair, with a light shining in her face.  She was actually kind of scared
of whatever Angela was going to come up with next.  She half expected her
to produce a pair of pliers and threaten to pull out her fingernails.

   "So Dad's cock is too big to fit inside me?" Angela asked now, seeming
to finally make sense of the situation.

   "Yes." Sara answered, somewhat relieved.  She had the feeling she was
being lead somewhere, but she wasn't sure of where.

   "How about Ben's cock?  Is it as big as Dad's?" Angela asked now.

   Sara glanced at her daughter, the image of Sara's own father fucking her
was gone, without the need for scouring pads.  Instead her mind was now
filled with a new image.

   Ben and Angela undressing each other.  Angela zipping down Ben's jeans.
Tugging down his underwear.  Her little hands wrapping around his cock. 
Her fingers stroking it as her face moved closer, her lips wrapping around
it.  Ben pushing his hips forward, pushing more of himself into her mouth.
Ben's hands reaching down and pulling Angela's t-shirt up and over her
head.

   "Is it?" Angela's repeated question was like a bucket of cold water,
shocking Sara out of her thoughts.

   "Um, no, it isn't.  What-" Before Sara could even finish answering,
Angela interrupted.

   "So then Ben could put his cock in me!" Angela shouted triumphantly.

   Sara stared out at the road ahead of the car and blinked a few times. 
Outwitted by an eight year old.  She'd fallen to a new low.

   "I don't know, honey." Sara started to reply sheepishly.  "How about we
talk to your father and Ben about that later?"

   Angela frowned again.  "We just passed the supermarket."

   Sara nodded, "I thought we'd go to the mall first."

   The announcement brightened Angela's mood slightly.  Sara needed to find
something to take her daughter's mind off this newfound fixation with
cocks.

   "Can we go to the pet store?" Angela asked eagerly now.

   "Yes, we can." Sara nodded, seeing a new method of escape.

   "I want to look at the puppies." Angela said out loud.  "Can we get a
dog?"

   Sara's mind, still raging with images of Ben and Angela making love,
found a new image to embrace.  Angela laying on her bed, the new dog
between her legs.  Eagerly lapping Angela's tender lips.  Angela shaking
and moaning, thrashing about on top of her sheets.

   Sara watching from the doorway, encouraging her daughter.  Telling her
daughter to roll over.  To let the dog have better access.  Knowing that
the dog will take her youngest"Can we?" Angela's voice provided the second
cold shower of the moment.

   "How about we talk to your dad tonight?" Sara replied with a slight
shrug.

   Angela's face glazed over in surprise, the only sign of life being her
rapidly blinking eyes.  She had expected the same no answer that she had
gotten the last five hundred times she had asked for a dog.  She saw her
mother's moment of weakness and had every intention of exploiting it with
her well honed parental plying skills.

   Sara managed to pull the car into the parking lot in relative silence.
The lot was empty enough at this hour that finding a good spot was easy.

   The minute the car was parked, Angela was out of her seat like a shot.
Her initially foul mood was finally gone and the preoccupation with cocks
and sex had been forgotten in favor of the chance of getting a new pet.

   Sara followed as her daughter led the way to the doors of the mall.  The
eight year old's excitement was quite obvious now and Sara wondered just
how much this mall visit was going to cost her.

   Angela pushed open the first door and then stared back impatiently at
her mother.  It only took a moment for Sara to close the distance, but it
seemed like an eternity.

   Angela pushed open the door again, being polite to her mother right
before she sprung the trap she had planned.

   "If we got a small dog, then he could sleep with me in my bed.  And I
could take him on walks and I'd always clean up after him."

   Sara blinked as the wave of words hit her as she stepped into the
doorway.  It was like being shot by a sniper.

   "Honey," Sara started to reply, wanting to try and slow down the rapidly
escalating hopes of her daughter.

   "You wouldn't have to take care of him, I'd do it all." Angela followed
up with, but saw that her onslaught was not having the desired effect on
her mother.  So she fell back to the secondary plan.  When logic failed,
always fall back to the proven effective plan.

   "Moooooooooom, I always wanted one!" Angela stared up at her mother with
giant moose sized eyes, adding a blink or two for effect.

   Sara swallowed at the mental one-two punch she was on the receiving end
of.  "We'll go look.  But we need to talk to your father first, okay?"

   Angela nodded twice, thankfully taking those doe eyes off of Sara.

   "Can we go to the pet store first?" Angela asked eagerly.

   "Okay, but remember, we agreed we'd talk to your father tonight, right?"

   "Yes, mom..." Angela groaned.

   Sara followed as Angela led the well trod path to the pet store.  It was
a routine that was fairly normal to the both of them.  It was rare that
they could make any visit to the mall without Angela requesting a stop at
the pet store.

   Sara took up the back up position as she followed her daughter through
the steps of the well rehearsed play.

   First Angela would inspect the cats in the glass displays at the front
of the store.  She'd say how cats are nice and she'd like to have a cat,
but cats weren't as good as dogs.

   Then she'd walk to the back of the store, skipping over the dogs as if
she didn't know they were there.

   She'd go through the tanks of fish.  She'd point out the ones that were
pretty and how she could have a small tank in her room.  If she was feeling
particularly rambunctious, she'd say that grandma told her that goldfish
were good luck.

   She'd finish off her perusal of the fish by saying that fish were nice
and if someone wanted to get her some, she wouldn't be disappointed.  But
fish weren't as good as dogs because you couldn't play with fish.

   Next she'll move on to the birds.  She'll say how pretty the parakeets
are and that she could teach one to talk.  But that she'd feel sad keeping
a bird in a cage, so dogs are still better.

   She'd stop and talk to the old parrot in the giant cage next.  She'll
spend a few minutes trying unsuccessfully to get the bird to say her name.
The bird's response has only been a confused look.

   Next she'd make a quick run through the assorted other animals:
hamsters, gerbils, mice, rats, snakes, lizards.  Each would get either a
cute or icky comment and none of them would be as good as a dog.

   Then, finally, the main event.

   She'd step through the display of puppies, making sure to stop at each
and every one.  She'd stare through the glass at the occupants of each
display.  She'd put her hand on the glass for some of them, but she'd never
tap.  Not after she heard that tapping might bother them.

   If there were any people in the way, she'd wait patiently until they
were done.  She wouldn't skip over a display unless she had no other
choice.

   If there were other people at the same display as her, she wouldn't
budge until she had her own moment of personal connection with the animal.
She'd stare intently at it until it looked at her, just waiting for that
moment of recognition.

   Once she visited the last display, she'd turn back to Sara and smile
proudly.  As if her task was done and it was now safe to leave the shop.

   "Ready to go?" Sara asked as she held out a hand to her daughter.

   Angela nodded happily, taking the offered hand.  "I think the gold one
really liked me."

   Sara nodded in agreement, remembering the brief exchange between the
eight year old and the retriever puppy.  They started walking through the
mall again, the little girl still lost in her own world.

   "He tried to give me his paw." Angela said with an amused smile.

   "He had big paws.  He's going to be huge when he grows up." Sara thought
about if they could handle a large dog in the house as she spoke.  "Did you
see the way he wobbled when he walked?"

   Angela giggled happily at the words, "He looked like Daddy did when you
came home from dinner last Saturday."

   "Hush now." Sara said sharply, she didn't want the whole mall to think
that her husband drank himself silly every weekend.

   Angela frowned, annoyed with herself.  She thought all her hard work to
get a puppy might have just gone down the drain.

   That was secondary though.  It felt like the happy mood that her mother
and she were enjoying was now gone.  That was what bothered her the most.

   They continued walking in silence, until Sara spotted the destination
she originally had in mind.

   "Let's go in here." Sara turned slightly and started for the front of a
clothing store.

   Angela just shrugged and followed lethargically.  Her mind was still
focused on finding a way to salvage the afternoon and recapture the moments
that had passed.

   Sara let go of her daughter's hand as she started to browse through the
racks of clothes.  To Angela, the loss of contact seemed to be the final
straw in the situation.

   "I'm sorry." Angela whispered, genuinely apologetic.

   "Hm?" Sara was distracted, but the tone of voice wasn't lost on her. 
"Sorry for what, honey?"

   At that moment, Angela realized that it didn't seem to be as big a deal
to her mother as she thought it was.

   "About what I said about Dad." Angela said in the same whisper.  Even if
it wasn't important to her mother, it was important to her that she
followed through on her apology.

   "That's okay." Sara smiled at her daughter, reaching over and squeezing
her hand as a reassurance.

   Angela enjoyed the brief contact, before he mother went back to
shopping. She looked around the store slowly, but didn't spot anything that
caught her interest.  All the clothes looked too expensive and fancy for
what she normally wore.  It didn't look like there was anything in here for
her.

   Her eyes glanced to the front of the store and that's when she did spot
something.

   "Look!  There's Cat!" Angela pointed and shouted.

   Sara looked up from the clothes rack, surprised at the sudden sound. 
Her eyes immediately spotted Cat through the glass wall that made up the
front of the store.

   "Shhh.  Don't shout." Sara scolded her daughter, using an urgent tone
just above a whisper.

   Angela nodded quickly, hushing with a conspiritorial expression.  She
started to inch around the clothing rack, trying to get a better look out
the window.

   "She's with a-" Angela started to whisper, but was cut off when her
mother grabbed her hand and yanked her back.  "-boy!"

   "It's not nice to spy and gossip." Sara scolded her daughter again.

   The last thing Sara needed was for Cat to accuse her of following her.
She had entirely forgotten that Cat said she was going to the mall also.

   Sara ducked down slightly and held tightly onto Angela's hand.  Even
from this posture she could see Cat pass by the front of the store.  She
prayed that Cat wouldn't spot them.

   She only relaxed when Cat had passed completely by without incident. 
The second she let go of Angela's hand, the eight year old was back to her
spying ways.

   Sara recognized the boy that Cat was with.  She'd seen them together
many times before.  She would even consider him Cat's boyfriend, if Cat
hadn't so staunchly denied it.

   In truth, Cat never had a boyfriend in the traditional sense, as far as
Sara knew anyway.

   "Cat and the boy are going into the movie theatre!" Angela reported back
to her mother.

   Sara had guessed as much from the ill-fitting dark purple jacket the boy
had been wearing.  Fashion sense like that just screamed work uniform.  It
did look like the modern approximation of a trendy movie usher, from back
when ushers were more than just cashiers.

   "Angela?" Sara asked now, deciding it was once again best to distract
the little one.

   "What do you think of this one?" Sara held up a tan silk nightgown for
Angela to see.

   Angela shrugged, unimpressed, but still reached out a small hand to
touch the shiney material as it dangled from the hanger.  She was still
more interested in what Cat might be up to.

   "What color do you like?" Sara asked again, trying to get some sort of
reaction from her daughter.  "I think the small size should fit you."

   Angela blinked in surprise, her mind making the logical leap between her
mother's two statements.

   "I can have one?" Angela asked, still not quite believing the conclusion
she had come to.

   "You are a little woman now, right?" Sara nodded as she returned the
hanger to the rack.

   "Yeah." Angela felt a slight beaming of pride at hearing those words
come out of her mother's mouth.

   "Well, then you should be able to dress like one too." Sara replied
while flipping through the hangers.  "Size XS should just about fit you."

   Angela thought about this for a second and then smiled.  She didn't want
to act too excited, she thought that a woman wouldn't be that way.

   "How about red?  I think you would look good in red." Sara pulled a new
hanger from the rack, a shimmering crimson nightgown dangled enticingly
from it.

   Angela's eyes went wide when she saw it, clasping her hands together in
front of herself in excitement.

   "I like it." Angela's voice was much more dignified and restrained, but
she still struggled to maintain her grown up status.

   "Or green?" Sara snagged a second hanger, an emerald slip of cloth
draped from this one.

   Sara folded them over her arm then started to walk away from the racks.
A momentary wave of disappointment hit Angela.  It was like the wind had
died and her excitement was just bobbing in the water with no where to go.

   "You'll need some matching panties too." Sara commented in a polite
whisper, nudging Angela to follow her deeper into the store.

   "Really?" Angela shrieked with excitement, the wind suddenly returning
to her sails and lurching her forward.

   Sara came to a stop in front of a display of panties.  To Angela's eyes
it looked like a rainbow had been tacked up to the wall.  She looked over
them all, eagerly waiting for the signal to start grabbing.

   When no word came, she looked up at her mother and was surprised to see
that she didn't share her reaction.

   "I don't like any of these." Sara frowned, looking the display over one
last time.

   Angela was dumbfounded at her mother's words.  She looked at all the
colors again and didn't see anything wrong with any of them.  In fact, they
all looked great to her.

   Sara turned and went deeper into the store, stopping in front of a
second display.

   "Ah, much better." Sara smiled, satisfied.

   Angela looked at the new display in awe.  These were better than the
other ones, much better.  There were just as many colors as the other
display, only these were mostly the same shiney fabric as the nightgowns.
They were smaller too and some had white lace and patterns on them.

   Angela looked at her mother a bit dubiously.  She didn't think that she
was really serious about this.  She was starting to think that it was all a
joke.

   "What do you think?" Sara looked at her daughter.  "You like these?"

   Angela nodded slowly, still utterly bewildered.

   "Well, let's see what size might fit you." Sara hung the nightgowns on a
nearby rack, then bent over to be closer to her daughter.

   She ran her fingers along the waist of Angela's jeans, then dropped her
hands down, cupping her daughter's butt.

   "I would say about a size 0." Sara said as innocently as she could
muster.

   The truth was that she was enjoying the chance to touch her daughter in
this public place.  Angela, for her part, looked back into her mother's
face with a happy, smiling expression.

   Sara ran her fingers around Angela's hips, slipping them between her
thighs for just the briefest of moments.

   Angela couldn't help but shiver as her mother's fingers touched her.  It
reminded her of the night before with Cat, but it was different, better. 
Mom seemed to take her time, move more deliberately than Cat had.

   "Yes, size 0." Sara said with an affirmative nod as she stood up and
turned back to the display.

   Angela watched as her mother plucked panties off the display.  A green
pair and a red pair, both matched the nightgowns that they had already
picked.  Then a black and a yellow pair too.

   Sara paused for a second more, pondering the display before picking out
two more pairs quickly.  Then she grabbed the nightgowns off the rack where
she had left them.

   "Alright." Sara said with a smile.  "Ready to give these a try on?"

   Angela nodded eagerly, anxious to see what they felt like against her
skin.

   Sara led the way towards the back of the store, towards the doorway
marked "Dressing Rooms."

   "Uh, m'am?" A blonde haired teenage clerk stepped into Sara's path.  "We
don't let people try on underwear."

   Sara glanced at the small bundle of clothes folded over her arm and then
back to the clerk.

   "That's because you don't want to sell soiled panties, right?" Sara
inquired, quite normally.

   "Yes-" The clerk started to reply.

   "Then there shouldn't be a problem." Sara commented with a non-chalant
shrug.  "If they don't fit, we'll buy them anyway.  And we'll buy the ones
that do fit."

   "Yes, but-" The clerk tried to answer, looking confused at how to
proceed.

   "I just don't want to have to make a second trip out here." Sara stepped
around the clerk and continued towards the dressing rooms.  "Thank you."

   Angela happily scooted around the bewildered clerk.  The momentary
interruption could hardly diminish her spirits.  This was like waking up on
an unexpected Christmas morning.

   Sara was pleased when she saw the interior of the dressing room. 
Because of the nature of the store, she expected the dressing room to be
particularly private.

   She wasn't disappointed.

   The dressing room was about the size of a big closet.  A full length
door, straight to the floor and a normal ceiling.  Not a half door and open
air ceiling like you'd find in a department store.

   Sara dumped the parcel of clothes onto one of the large comfy chairs,
then reached to close and lock the door after Angela had followed her in.

   She smiled at her daughter, "Ready?"

   Angela nodded eagerly, almost jumping up and down with enthusiasm.  She
used the excess energy to kick off her sneakers, letting them land on the
chaise lounge.

   Sara tapped lightly on the mirror that almost entirely covered one of
the side walls.  She listened for a second and was satisfied that no one
was on the other side spying on them.  She figured that she couldn't be too
safe with what she had planned.

   "Okay." Sara said as she turned back to her daughter.  "Let's get you
undressed first."

   Angela had no sense of embarrassment around her mother, so there wasn't
a seconds hesitation as she started to pull her t-shirt up and over her
head.  Sara was tempted to just stand back and watch her daughter undress,
but she decided to take a more active approach.  Sara reached down and
started unbuttoning Angela's jeans.  Her fingers deftly slipping the zipper
down as Angela's head popped free of the t-shirt.

   Sara's eyes drank in her daughter's exposed flesh, how pale and pure it
looked.  Her lines were still straight, almost like a boy's, but there was
just the hint of the changes starting in her.  The slight bulges that would
one day become breasts.  The curve of her hips just beginning to develop.

   She resisted the urge to touch her daughter, instead patting the chaise
lounge behind Angela.

   "Here.  Stand up on this." Sara took her daughter's hand and helped her
step onto the chair, using her free hand to slide Angela's jeans down her
legs in the process.

   A second later, dressed only in white panties and ankle socks, Angela
was standing almost eye level with her mother.

   Sara's eyes lingered over her daughter for a moment longer.  She no
longer saw a child, but a maturing young woman who was just starting to
blossom.  The idea filled her with both sadness and joy.  Sadness for the
past moments that weren't going to return, but joy in the anticipation of
what was to come.

   She momentarily gave into the urges that had been building in her for
hours, leaning closer and licking one of Angela's tiny, pink nipples,
causing Angela to giggle out in enjoyment.  The nipple turned to a hard pin
prick as Sara's mouth withdrew.

   "Okay, now take off the rest." Sara stood back up and smiled at her
daughter.

   Angela reached down and popped the socks off, dropping them on the floor
on top of her jeans.  Still with no concern for modesty, reached down and
slid her plain cotton panties off.

   This time Sara did just stand back and watch.  She was amazed at the
paleness of her daughter's skin and tried to remember a time when her own
looked like that.

   She saw how Angela's alabaster skin gave way to a warmer pink, signaling
the start of her pussy.  Sara felt kind of odd thinking of Angela as having
a pussy though, since she always equated that to the start of her own
hairline.  But Angela's was completely hairless.

   Sara could see how the pink skin slipped gradually into a deeper red,
rosy color.  The redness must have been a result of Angela's prior
experiences with her father and her older sister.  Just remembering what
she had seen Mike and Angela doing quickened Sara's pulse and made her
shiver with excitement.

   Sara tossed the ideas out of her mind, concentrating instead on the
moment now.  She fished the green silk panties out of the pile and held
them out to Angela.

   "Let's try this on first." Sara said, not really having to prompt Angela
at all.

   Angela excitedly took the garment from her mother's hand and quickly
stepped into it, pulling it up snugly around her hips.

   The bikini cut of the fabric was unlike anything Angela could remember
ever wearing.  The cloth around her hips was barely a string and it was
thin in the front, showing a lot more of her skin.

   Between her legs it barely hid all of her cunny.

   Sara smiled appreciatively, seeing that they fit quite well.  They clung
to every inch of Angela's body, leaving little reason to have to imagine
what lay underneath.

   "How do they feel, honey?" Sara reached and touched the hemline,
stroking her fingers along her daughter's stomach.  They were low enough on
her that all of her belly was exposed.

   "Good!" Angela almost shouted.  "They're so soft and cold, I can feel
them all over!"

   Angela quickly turned around, trying to look at her butt in the mirror.

   "You look good in them." Sara smiled, reaching her hand to rub Angela's
butt lightly.

   "Thank you!" Angela squealed happily, still remarking at her own image
in the mirror.

   "Daddy's going to really like them too." Sara squeezed her daughter's
butt and leaned closer, whispering.

   "Really?" Angela's eyes lit up and her smile grew even wider.

   Sara nodded slowly, allowing her daughter a moment to admire herself in
the mirror and contemplate her father's reaction.

   "Mommy wants you to tell her if this feels good, okay?" Sara's lips
brushed the flesh of Angela's ear with each word.  "But you have to be
quiet and whisper, so that no one hears."

   Before Angela could even reply, Sara slipped her hand between her
daughter's legs.  Her fingers rubbing the soft silk against the lips of
Angela's sex.  She wanted to show her daughter the benefits of these
clothes.  She also wanted to show her the sensual side of things that she
thought her husband and older daughter probably ignored.

   Angela nodded quickly, biting her lip to keep from making noise.  She
moved her feet further apart on the bench, trying to make it easier for her
mother to touch her.  She always liked to spend time with her mother, but
now she found that she especially liked the feel of her mother's fingers on
her.

   "Umhm." Sara murmured in her ear.  "You do like this, don't you?"

   Angela nodded again, watching her mother's hand in the mirror.  She
could see her mother shift her fingers and slip them under the panties,
making her shiver sharply.

   "You want daddy's cock?" Sara whispered again, tracing the lines of
Angela's flesh, before slipping a finger between her lips.  "And you want
it in here?"

   Angela nodded quickly again, feeling breathless and biting her lip even
harder.  She gasped as she felt her mother's finger push harder, then
suddenly slip inside.

   "You're so tight." Sara whispered softly, kissing Angela's ear lobe for
a second.  "My finger hardly even fits inside you."

   Angela could barely understand the words her mother was saying.  She
could see her mother's hand shifting, the details hidden under the emerald
silk of her new panties.

   Sara kept her finger inside her daughter, it was only one knuckle deep,
but to Angela it felt like the entire finger was up inside her.  She
shifted her other fingers, exploring her daughter's folds carefully.  It
took a moment, but her finger's found what she was seeking.

   "Mommy just found your clit, honey." Sara watched her daughter's face in
the mirror.  "Mommy wants to show you what it feels like when it's
touched."

   Sara lightly brushed a fingertip over her daughter's clit, all the time
studying her daughter's face in the mirror.  Angela's reaction was almost
immediate, her eyes going wide and her jaw dropping open.

   "Shhh." Sara whispered in her daughter's ear as she touched her clit a
second time.

   The young girl quickly snapped her jaw shut, cutting off the loud moan
that had been impending.

   "Give Mommy your hand." Sara whispered as her free hand took one of
Angela's hands.  "I want to show you something."

   Sara moved Angela's fingers so that just a single one was standing out.
She drew the hand to her daughter's own pussy, slipping the extended finger
under the edge of the panties.

   "Can you feel that?" Sara asked as she led the finger to touch her
daughter's clit.

   Angela nodded quickly as she watched in the mirror.  She could feel
something small and hard, just barely brushing the tip of her finger. 
Every time she touched it, waves of pleasure rocketed through her body.

   "That's your clit, honey." Sara let go of her daughter's hand, freeing
her to touch herself on her own.  "See?  You don't need anyone else's help
to make yourself feel good."

   Angela nodded again, slower this time.  Her finger experimentally
stroking herself.  She and her mother made eye contact through the mirror,
making Sara smile proudly at her.

   Sara slowly slipped her finger out from inside her daughter, prompting a
disappointed frown to appear on Angela's face.  Sara ignored it and reached
for Angela's other hand, again readjusting the fingers so that just one of
them was extended.  She led the new finger into her daughter's panties and
guided it through her lips.

   "The more you touch..." Sara softly murmured in her daughter's ear. 
"...the more spots you'll find that feel good."

   She led the finger to her daughter's opening and then prompted her to
enter herself.  Gently nudging the finger between her lips.

   "Now you have to go slow." Sara cautioned, "If you go too fast, it could
hurt."

   Angela nodded slowly, amazed at how her own skin felt.  Amazed that she
could bring herself this kind of pleasure.  She had touched herself before,
but not this way or this much.

   She pushed her finger inside herself slowly, stopping when she felt
resistance.  She started to rub her clit faster, feeling the urge for more.

   She didn't think she could push her finger any deeper into herself.  The
words of her mother had just said still rang in her mind.  She was being
careful, despite the temptation for more.

   Sara stepped back silently, resting her hands on her daughter's feet. 
She wanted to be ready to catch her if need be.  Otherwise she didn't want
to interrupt her daughter's self discovery.

   Besides, she was enjoying watching her daughter furiously masterbate.

   Angela started to rub faster and faster.  She could feel that giddy
feeling again.  The same one she had felt with Dad and Cat.  She was just
feeling the edge of it now, but she could feel the deeper parts of it
stirring.

   Sara watched her daughter close her eyes.  She could hear her breathing
quickening.  She lifted a hand to the small of Angela's back, just lightly
touching her, ready to hold her steady.

   Angela could feel the giddiness building.  She felt it start to wash
down her.  She stopped moving her fingers, waiting for it to hit her.

   But then it was just gone, nothing.  Leaving her light headed and
confused.

   She opened her eyes slowly, trying to figure out what had happened.r

   "You okay?" Sara asked, slightly concerned by the unexpectedly strange
expression on her daughter's face.

   "It..." Angela started to say, but then frowned with confusion. 
"Nothing happened."

   "That happens sometimes." Sara smiled sympathetically.  "Do you want me
to help you?"

   Angela nodded, biting her lower lip.

   Sara sat down on the bench, next to her daughter's feet.  She reached up
and gently took hold of her daughter's wrists, easing her hands out of the
emerald panties.

   Angela watched in amused silence as her mother brought her fingers to
her mouth and took a moment to suck the small digits clean.

   "Mommy is going to kiss your cunny." Sara whispered, her hands reaching
up for the straps of the panties.  "Would you like that?"

   "Yes Mommy." Angela whispered back.  She knew her mother would make it
all better.  Make the ache go away.

   Sara smiled at hearing those words come out of her daughter.  She pulled
the panties slowly off, easing them down Angela's narrow hips.

   "Are you alright in there?" A loud voice shouted through the door,
accompanied by an equally loud knock.

   Angela's eyes went wide with panic and disappointment.  She
instinctively covered herself with her hand, expecting the dressing room
door to fly open.

   "Yes, we're fine." Sara replied in a calm voice.  "We'll be done in just
a moment or two."

   Sara looked up at the surprised face of her daughter and lifted a finger
to her own lips.  Reminding her daughter how important it was to be quiet.

   Sara reached for her daughter's hand, gently moving it out of the way,
exposing her bright red pussy again.  She leaned in closer, kissing her
flesh where she imagined that one day Angela's hairline would be.

   She lowered her face slightly, kissing the top of Angela's engorged
lips. Her tongue gently prodding deeper, slipping between the folds.

   She could taste the sharp flavor of Angela's sweat.  She could feel the
smell of Angela's excitement pushing it's way into her nose.

   Angela's hand reached for her mother's head, her fingers entwining into
her mother's short dark hair.  Her other hand starting to paw at the wall
behind her, and all the time she watched what her mother was doing to her
in the mirror.

   Sara felt the dull pain of Angela pulling her hair, but it did little to
slow her.  She saw it as a sign of how much her daughter was enjoying what
she was doing to her.

   She withdrew her tongue and moved lower, pushing her tongue back up into
her daughter.  Wiggling it until she was as deep, if not deeper than she
had been with her finger.

   The sharp pull of her hair was again an encouragement, making her swirl
her tongue up inside Angela.  She could taste and feel the building of her
daughter's moisture and knew that it would take little more to give her the
release her eyes had begged for moments before.

   She pulled her tongue out and immediately started dragging it up and
down against her daughter's clit.  Angela's grip threatened to pull Sara's
hair out at the root, but she still didn't let it stop her.

   She rubbed her tongue harder against the small nub, not stopping until
she felt her daughter's grip relax and release her hair.