The Making of "Night Storms, Part IV" By Leslie Schmidt This is a sequel to my story "Night Storms." I suggest you read that story first so you will know what's going on here. Of course, if you are offended by the subject matter, don't read either. It should be obvious that this, as with all my stories, is entirely a work of fiction. Although I wish some of it had, everything here, as with every one of my stories, is entirely fictitious. I hope you enjoy the story but, please, don't try this yourself. That evening, after the end of the third episode of "Law and Order" on TNT, Joanne turned off the TV and went into the kitchen. "Do you want some ice cream hun?" she called. "Thanks Mom, it's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough, right?" "No, we finished that last night, I have some old Pecan Cluster, do you want some?" "Sure." "Come get bowls while I find the scoop," Joanne was digging around in a drawer. Valerie came into the small kitchen and opened the dishwasher, taking two bowls off the top rack. She found the ice cream scoop and handed it to her mom with a smile. As she dug the hard ice cream out of the tub; "That was quite a scene you put on today, I doubt I've given a better blow job." Valerie was quiet as she searched the fridge for chocolate syrup. "I think Doug would agree with me." "I had a lot of fun." Val was quiet for a second, then, "There it is!" as she pushed a bottle of salad dressing out of the way and reached into the back. "I love watching him just before he shoots. It's like, he can't stop, he's just... I'm not sure how..." "You're in control, he'll do anything you want as long as you keep going," Joanne finished. "Yeah! That's it!" "Sure, honey. What'cha got when you have a green ball in one hand and a green ball in the other?" "I don't know," Val said-she knew another one of her mother's corny jokes was coming. "Total control of the Jolly Green Giant." They both broke up laughing as Val squirted the chocolate on the ice cream. "Steve wants Doug's son to be Josh," Joanne said. Valerie paused for a minute, "Yeah, sure, I guess so." "You've only been with Doug, are you alright with this?" Joanne asked. "Yeah, that's fine," Valerie responded. "It's not like I'm fucking him, it's only a hand job." "That's good, honey," Joanne said putting her arms around her child and kissing her. Valerie tasted the chocolate on her mother's lips and, without thinking, pushed her tongue out. Joanne stopped, pulling back from her daughter, raising one of her eyebrows and smiling, then she leaned down and kissed her daughter again. This time, their tongues met on purpose. Both of them felt a rush of wetness between their legs. Valerie took a deep breath. "Do you want to do this?" Joanne asked her ten year old. Valerie answered by lifting up on her toes and kissing her mother again. Joanne wrapped her arm around her daughter and the two were locked into a passionate, wet kiss. Joanne grasped one of Val's hands and brought it up to her chest, placing it on her breast through the flannel nightgown. Val was intrigued by the soft jel feeling of her mother's breast and the hard nub of her nipple. She gently pinched it as she felt her own tiny breast become more sensitive, feeling them push against her mother. "Ok, if we're going to do this...," Joanna said as she pushed her daughter back, then lifted her gown over her head. She was wearing a blue thong. Her breasts were not large and, as with woman her age who had had children, they were soft and hung down slightly. Her stomach was flat, 200 sit-ups a day insured that, but the dim lines of stretch marks made inverted arcs under her navel. "Well, child, if you want, take off you clothes." Valerie pulled the tee-shirt she was wearing off over her head, then pulled her green cotton panties down, stepping out of them. "Climb up on that stool," Joanne directed. On the high bar stool, Val's face was almost even with her mother's, they kissed and Joanne ran her hand up between her child's legs, gently caressing her slit. Val couldn't keep up the kiss and breathe at the same time, her breath blew around her mother's cheeks. Joanne brought her hand up, surprised at the wetness of her preteen daughter. "Lean back," she gently pushed Val to lean against the bar. Then, with no more preamble, she knelt between her daughter's legs and started to lick her hairless cunt. Valerie peered down, watching her mother's tongue move alone her slit. She lifted her knees up, spreading her legs as wide as she could for her mother. Joanne ran her tongue in circles around Val's clit, then moved down and pushed into the tiny pussy. The inner lips were still discolored from her first fucking two days before, but the soreness was mostly gone, leaving only the feeling of her mother's mouth as she sucked and licked. Joanne looked up at Val and smiled, "Do you like that?" "Oh, yeah." Val was breathless. Joanne reached up and, with her pointer finger, pushed the inner lips apart. Val watched, wide-eyed, as her mother pushed her finger up inside. Slowly, it slid in, first just the finger tip, then to the second knuckle, then farther until her entire finger was deep inside her daughter. She started moving her finger in and out and Val lay her head back, her eyes rolling up. "Oh, God Mommy," she whispered. "Do you want to try a dildo?" Val really couldn't reply, she just made indistinct squeaks and moans. Joanne put her middle finger inside with the first, then leaned down and started teasing her daughter's clit with her tongue. Valerie made short quick thrusts with her hips, her arms spread holding onto the edge of the counter and threw her head back as she exploded in orgasm. Joanne kept finger fucking and licking as Valerie's cunt tightened down on the fingers and she broke into a sweat. Joanne knew just when to stop, just when to bring her little girl down of that plateau, letting the child slowly sink into the afterglow. Joanne, herself, was really turned on, she had been fingering herself with her other hand as she brought her ten year old off. As Valerie came back into the world, Joanne said, "Honey, let's go to my bedroom." The two walked down the hallway holding hands, then went into the master bedroom. Joanne pulled back the covers on her queen bed and lay down, stretching her body out for her daughter to see. Valerie stood over her, looking at her small, soft breasts, slightly stretched navel, and neatly trimmed patch of pussy hair. Through the hair, she could see her mother's cunt lips, also large and thick. "Well, lay down honey," Joanne patted the bed next to her. Valerie lay down next to her mother, resting her head on her shoulder. She looked at her mother's breasts, then, tentative, reached up and put her hand on one. It was soft and squishy, like an under filled water balloon. She moved it gently. "Pinch the nipple a little bit," Joanne said. As Valerie moved the eraser sized nub between her thumb and finger, her mother let out a long breath and hugged Valerie against her. Without thinking, Valerie, laying on her side, lifted her leg across her mother's hip and felt the pussy hair on the inside of her thigh, just above the knee. She felt her mother's hand on her butt, pushing her pussy against her hip. Then Joanne brought her hand up to Val's head and gently pushed her to suck. Valerie felt her mother's hard nipple against her lips, then started to suck it and move her tongue across it. For a moment, a strange feeling, a conflicted thought past through Joanne. She had felt Valerie sucking on her breasts thousands of times, it seemed so normal but, now it was so strangely different. Before, she had been giving to her baby, the feeling was warm and pleasureful, but it was a nurturing, feeding love. Before, she was Valerie's mother, but now, the feeling was of sexual pleasure, raising her desire for sexual fulfillment, now it was a feeling of building climax. She ran her hand through Valerie's hair and moaned. Val had moved her hand and was resting it on her mother's stomach. Joanne moved it down to her snatch. For Valerie, this was entirely unique, to feel the short little hairs on the rise of her mother's sex. "You know what to do," Joanne said when Val looked questioningly up at her. Joanne pushed her daughter's face back down to her tits as she felt Valerie's finger push between her pussy lips and rub against her clit. Joanne started to hump against her daughter's hand. Val reached deeper and slipped her finger into her mother's vagina. Again, Joanne had that strange conflicted feeling, the last time Valerie had touched her there was under decidedly different circumstances. None of this was running through Val's mind. For her, she was amazed at the feeling of her mother writhing and shuddering under her. She was a little amused by hearing her mother groan as she moved her tongue back and forth over the erect nub of a nipple. She was surprised at the slick wetness of her mother's cunt, how easily her finger slid up inside the warm envelope. She was also surprised by the size of her mother's cunt, not the tight little tube with a sticky wetness like hers, but a soft, smooth and slippery opening. Joanne put her hand on Val's and directed a second finger inside her. The tension of pleasure was building fast in her groin, the butterfly feeling in her stomach, the tightness in her nipples. Val lifted up and latched onto her other nipple, now the child's upper chest as against the nipple which was sticky with saliva. Val pressed her thumb against her mother's hard clit as she pushed her fingers deep into her pus. As Val moved the clit back and forth over Joanne's clit, the dam broke. Joanne rocked and shook as her abdomen was filled with the release of her climax. She groaned loudly, pushing Valerie's fingers deep up inside her as she clutched Valerie's face to her tits. She was rolled repeatedly and felt a rush of wetness as it flowed over her daughters hand, the orgasm slowing now, sinking back, the relaxation spreading through her, panting now, relaxing against her child, returning to the here and now. Valerie pulled her hand back and looked at it. It was sticky and slick with her mother's pussy juices that, in a couple of places, made thin whitish strings along her fingers and stretching out between her knuckles. Without really thinking, she smelled her hand, experiencing the new odor of her mother's female musk. She recognized that she smelled the same way, only not as strongly. She realized that this was the smell which boys giggled about and, sometimes, older girls blushed about. "Oh, honey, thank you," Joanne said. She was quiet for a minute as Valerie cuddled against her mother's side, looked at the breast and remembering how they felt in her mouth. Joanne stroked her little girl's back, feeling her hairless crotch against her thigh. Then she had the strong desire to watch her ten year old daughter cum. "Here, honey," Joanne said as she lifted up and reached across Valerie to the drawer on the night stand. "Let me introduce you to the only man who can never break your heart." She pulled a silver vibrator out of the drawer, "Of course, if your feeling can't be hurt by dead batteries." Valerie giggled. "Scootch over," she moved to make room for the girl, "and I'll show you the best, always available, cock on the planet." Valerie lay down on her back, her arms at her side. Joanne turned on the device, "Now, I usually start by rubbing it on my nipples." She touched the end of the phallus to the coin sized cone on Val's right. Valerie giggled and pulled her shoulders together. "Lay back and relax," her mother said in a soothing voice. Again she applied the vibrator to the child's right nipple. It quickly rose, pointing up in a cone. Joanne leaned down and ran her tongue around the preteen's other nipple as Valerie sighed quietly. Then Joanne lifted up and kissed her daughter, their tongues caressing each other, as she moved the tool down and slid it along the slit. Valerie spread her legs, lifting her knees slightly as her mother increased the pressure, pushing her lips apart and moving the quietly buzzing appliance along her child's clit. When the dildo hit her clit, a shock went through Valerie, she moaned through her mothers mouth and made small, quick thrusts with her hips. She grabbed her mother's hand and pushed the dildo against her, then slid it quickly up and down, and, within a few seconds, had a shattering orgasm. "Oh, wow!" she said as she came down from her climax. Joanne looked at her little girl with a wry smile, "You liked that, huh?" "Oooh yeah," Val said. "Well, girl, you'll have to get your own, but for now, I need to teach you what to do with this thing during the shoot." "Ok." "First," Joanne said, "although it feels better just to rub yourself with it, guys are really turned on by watching you fuck yourself with it, or watching them fuck you with it. So, remember that that's what Steve is going to want. Anyway, it feels pretty good to have it inside too." Joanne sat up on her knees next to Val, then turned the tool back on. She reached down and, with two fingers, spread Val's lips, then applied the tip to the opening of her vagina. "Are you still sore?" she asked. "I don't think so." Joanne twisted and gently pushed the vibrator into Val. The little girl, in spite of the several orgasms she had had that evening, was not slick enough and the tool stuck to the sides of her lips. Joanne took it out and, with a lot of ceremony, sucked it into her mouth. Val giggled. Then Joanne removed it and, leaving a big dollop of spit on the end, pushed it inside her daughter. A slow wave passed up Valerie's body as the plastic sank inside her, filling her little girl vagina. The vibrations seemed to pass through her, building a tingling in her clit which spread up over her mons, then across her stomach to her chest, concentrating in her nipples. Joanne leaned down and took one of the pinkish cones between her lips, sucking gently. At that, Valerie lost all control, with one hand she grabbed her mother's and started violently ramming the dildo into her immature cunt, with her other she furiously rubbed her clit. Almost a howl was torn from her throat as an incredibly intense orgasm slammed across her. But, it only lasted a second before she fell back onto the bed. Her mother lifted up and looked at her sweat covered daughter, the dildo still deep in her cunt, "Damn, girl. That rocked." Valerie sat up, looking down at the dildo sticking down between her legs, "I got to get me one of these." She slid it out of herself, it was shinny with her light pussy juices. She sniffed it, then, looking at her mother, she sucked it into her mouth, tasting her preteen pus. "Ok, doll," her mother said, taking it from her, "it's my turn now." She lay down on her back and ran the tip along her slit. With a low sigh, she wiggled her shoulders. Val reached down and took it out of her mother's hands, exploring the slit, watching the lips parting, examining her clit and inner lips. Joanne was rubbing her own breasts with both hands, Val pointed the tool and pushed it into her mother. She fucked her mom as she leaned down, pushing one of her mother's hands out of the way, and latched onto the nipple. Joanne started humping and groaning. Val was really excited that she was turning her mother on like this. She sat up again, watching the phallus move in and out of her mom. A drive came over Val, a desire to taste, a desire to bring her mother the greatest of sexual pleasure. She leaned down and, while still reaming Joanne's cunt, Val shoved her tongue into the woman's gap, feeling the slickness of Joanne's clit, the slight scratching of her neatly trimmed pussy fur against lips and chin. Valerie circled Joanne's clit with her tongue, feeling the vibrations of the toy dick through her mother's body, cramming the dildo deep, against the womb that, only ten years ago, she herself hand occupied. Joanne screamed, holding her daughter's face against her crotch while humping violently into her face. The sound was inhuman, animal, other worldly as the room, the bed, the vibrator, the mouth, the tongue, contracted into a single point, a singularity of ecstatic, devouring pleasure. Her entire being contracted into that one exquisite point; the porn star, veteran of hundreds of real and imagined orgasms was overwhelmed by the sexual ministrations of a ten year old girl. She lost sense of time, place, possibly even consciousness, as she was rolled into another plane of physical sensation. Waves crushed her, pushing her down, down, down, into a suffocating warmth of ecstasy, a soft place, a warm place, a place of greatest stimulation followed by an engulfing relaxation. Sometime later, it could have been minutes or hours, she woke to find her precious child, curled in the crook of her arm, one knee on her stomach, one arm across her neck, sound asleep, still holding the vibrator, it's batteries spent. She pulled the covers over them both and fell asleep again, dreaming of the wondrous child, the wondrous gift of her child. It was several days later that she recognized the irony, certainly having a lesbian relationship with your own daughter is the most remarkable form of masturbation.