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Subject: {ASSM} Lo and Behold (Chapter 12) [Asian, F/g, Incest (Mother-Daughter), Consent]
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Date: Fri, 05 May 2006 16:10:03 -0400
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Lo & Behold
by Diola Dragontail
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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.

"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.



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