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Unmapped Path, The
by MomAnne (mom.anne37@yahoo.com)
***
A divorced mom's life is changed by a brief encounter
in a park. It leads her to exploring things she never
considered exploring before. (Mgg, gg, pre, ped, bi,
inc, voy)
***
The wind picked up, and a gust blew the paper out of
my hand, across the street and into the park. I
crossed the street quickly and ran after it. It wasn’t
like it was something I couldn’t lose. It was just the
phone number of a possible babysitter from someone at
work. I could always ask again, and I really didn’t
use babysitters that much anyway.
But that was a hassle, and so, without really thinking
about it, I chased after the paper. I caught up to it
just at the edge of the woods, and grabbed it. I fell
down, but I got it. I sat on the grass, laughing at
myself, thinking how silly I looked, all over a phone
number I most likely would never call.
Here I was, a divorced 35 year old mother of two,
sitting on my butt on the wet grass, out of breath
from running, my pants covered with grass stains. I
leaned against a tree and looked up at the sky. As
long as I was wet and dirty, I might as well relax for
a few minutes before I got up and headed home. I had
gotten off early, so I could relax and still get home
before the girls.
That is when I heard it. It was far off. At first, I
thought it was the wind in the trees. I listened
closer. Yes, it was giggles. The type of giggling only
young girls can do. It peaked my interest. I got up to
investigate. I walked down the path, into the thickest
part of the wood. I got to a large area of underbrush.
The giggles, which I heard off and on, were coming
from the other side. I am still not sure why I was so
curious, but I quietly went around to the other side,
and looked around the bushes.
As I expected, there were two girls in the small
clearing. The older girl looked to be about 12. She
had long, light brown hair, and was wearing jeans, and
a red and white blouse, which was open. She had a
training bra, which was pushed up to expose the cutest
little breasts. The other girl, maybe 8 or 9, had
short blond hair. She was cute as a button. She was
wearing jeans also, but she had no shirt on. A blue t-
shirt was balled up at her feet. Her chest was
completely flat, with no signs of maturity. She had
the cutest little rosebud nipples, about the size of
dimes. They were kissing and rubbing each other's
chest, and then giggling.
I cannot explain, nor do I understand the feeling I
had, as I watched the younger’s girls hand gentling
caress the budding breast of the older girl, as they
French kissed. I was getting weak, as the older girl,
while still kissing, unbuttoned the younger girl's
blue jeans. The younger girl pushed her away, breaking
the kiss, and I saw worry and concern on the other
girl's face.
The worry left quickly, as the little blond pulled
down her pants and panties to her knees. The older
girl quickly did the same. They returned to kissing,
as I saw two beautiful young pussies being lightly
stroked. One was completely bare, with no sign of
inner lips, while the other had a small tuff sparse
brown hair, and as she spread her knees as much as her
pulled down pants would allow, I saw that she was
starting to mature there also. The inner lips were
just barely visible, and from my distant observation,
it may have just been my imagination, but I was sure
that her lips were wet.
Both young women were breathing harder, getting more
excited. The older girl was moaning quietly, almost
humming. Her puffy nipples were getting harder, and
she was moving her fingers faster against the lips of
her friend. The blond by this point had kicked her
pants completely off. He legs were spread wide, and I
could clearly see the other girl’s fingers rubbing her
little lips, from the top, where her little clitoris
peeked out, down to her anus. The young girl was
shaking all over, on the verge of an orgasm. The older
girl used her other hand to push the hand that was at
her pussy harder into her. She was excited and needed
to cum. She moved down to the younger girl’s chest and
started to bite her flat nipples.
The girl started to wither in pleasure and a bit of
pain. The younger girl took her wet fingers from her
friend’s pussy, and brought them to her small lips.
She stuck out her tongue, and licked off a bit of the
juices. She smiled, and put her fingers in her mouth,
and sucked all the juices off. She then returned them
and continued rubbing. They were like two feral
kittens, wildly thrashing, not caring about anything
but their needs. My hand was down the front of my
pants, rubbing. I was with the girls, touching them,
kissing them. I wanted to feel their hands and mouths
on me.
I suddenly heard voices on the path behind me. Male
voices. The girls heard them soon after I did, and as
I turned to leave the area I saw the girls scrambling
to quickly dress. I headed back to the path and almost
ran into two men, about 40, talking to each other
about the weekend football game. They nodded to me and
walked on.
I always considered myself a fairly normal woman.
While I was divorced for 5 years, my ex-husband and I
were on amicable terms. It helped that he now lived
almost across the country, and was remarried. I dated
occasionally, nothing serious, and held down a good
job. At night I would take care of my girls and the
house, watch a bit of TV or read, and go to bed.
Sexually, outside of a little high school
experimentation, I was fairly straight. I had not been
with anyone since my divorce, and I masturbated about
once a week.
But now, this all had changed. I could not get the
experience of the two girls in the woods out of my
head. No matter what I was doing the images would
flash before my eyes. I would see those young bodies
as I was grocery shopping, or as I was brushing my
teeth before bed. Every day it seemed to get worse.
And yes, I was now touching myself at least once a
day, occasionally more.
I would be sitting on the couch, after the girls were
in bed, and I would try to read. My mind would wander,
and the two girls from the woods were playing in front
of me. My fantasies had evolved. The older girl was
sitting on the blond girl’s face, playing with her own
nipples, and looking at me. She would beg me to suck
her nipples to help her cum as her friend licked her.
Without realizing it my hands were in my pants and I
was rubbing and moaning. I pushed my pants and panties
down to my knees, and reached my other hand into my
blouse and under my bra to reach my breasts. The girls
got up, and they both were naked. They walked towards
me, pulling me into their lovemaking. I looked at
their faces. I suddenly realized that I was no longer
dreaming of the two girls in the woods. These were the
faces, and bodies, of my two daughters. I came like I
have never cum before.
I woke up a few minutes later. The orgasm was so
powerful that I had passed out. My pants were still
down, I had ripped open my blouse so I had lost three
buttons, and my breasts where spilling over the top of
my bra. The cushion I was sitting on was completely
soaked with my juices. I did not move. I remained
sitting back on the wet couch, and thought of my two
daughters.
Amy was 11, the older of the two. She had long blond
hair, which had started to get darker as she grew
older. It was more of a dirty blond now. She was tall
for her age, and thin. She was never walking, always
running. She seemed always in a hurry to get
everywhere. As far as her maturity, she was just
coming into the shy stage of development. She would no
longer run around the house in just panties.
She always made sure she had on at least a pair of
shorts and a t shirt. Her puffy little nipples were
just starting to show through her shirt. Just a few
weeks ago she had gotten her first bra, not that she
really needed one, but she felt very mature as a
result. It was during the purchase of her bra that I
was able to see that her nipples were starting, just
barely, to puff out.
Kori was stockier, and at the age of 8, was a much
calmer and more thoughtful child. She was always
reading and spent much less of her time outside or
with friend then her sister did. She was shorter, and
still had a bit of her baby fat. She was not at all
shy, but seemed to be following her sister in being
more modest in what she wore around the home. She had
long brown hair, which she did not brush nearly
enough, but I still made sure she kept it clean and
kept most of the tangles in check.
Her body was that of an 8 year old, much like a boy of
that age, except for the cute little slit between her
legs. I must admit I had not seen her naked in over a
year. But she also had the cutest butt, which could be
seen whenever she wore her cute little jeans. It was
something I had always noticed. Amy’s butt was almost
nonexistent, while Kori’s was like a cute little
bubble.
The girls shared a bedroom, and while Amy was messier
than Kori, they got along very well. It was not rare
for them to talk with each other long after the lights
went out. They were very close considering the
difference in their ages. They really seemed to be
best friends.
I got up to get ready for bed, but my mind was still
thinking of my girls, my orgasm, and how my life had
changed. I was going down an unexplored path. I had no
idea where it would lead, but I was not scared. I was
eager to see where this path would take me. I went to
sleep, thinking of all the places I might go.
By morning, my mind was made up. I needed to follow
this path, and take the next step. I needed to see
them naked, and to see if they were involved in play
as I had seen in the woods. On the way home from work
I bought two nanny cams. I got home before the girls,
and installed one camera in their bedroom, and the
other camera in the bathroom. They were wireless, so
they would send the live link directly to my computer
to be watched or recorded. They arrived home about 15
minutes after I finished. I set the computer to record
and went to make dinner.
After the girls were asleep in bed, I sat down at the
computer. The file to which I had saved the recording
I had purposely buried in some of my work files. I
opened it up. I paused. This was the big step. I felt
as if I was standing on the edge of a cliff. I could
erase it, and go back to the mom and woman I was, or I
could open it, and nothing would be the same again.
My life before the scene in the woods had been
comfortable and safe. Now, I was on the verge of a
path which was exciting and scary. I knew it would
lead to me changing forever my relationship with my
daughters, my view of myself as a mother, and
permanently change my sexuality forever.
I sat.
I thought.
I struggled.
After about 20 minutes, I calmed down. Things cleared
in my brain. Right or wrong, I made a decision. I was
sure it was the right decision for me. I knew the path
I must take.
I opened the bedroom file.
I fast forwarded through the periods where the room
was empty. I watched many of the other scenes. They
were in and out of the room, or lying on their beds
doing their homework, or talking on the phone. It was
like watching normal home movies. But then they came
in to get ready for bed.
Kori came first and quickly pulled off her clothes.
She left her panties on, but was naked otherwise. I
saw her cute little body, walking around the room,
looking for her pajamas, walking around the room,
getting distracted by one item or another. I paused
the video, and got up and went to my own room. I took
off all of my clothes, and put on my robe. I knew I
would need better access to my body as I watched. I
was already damp.
I returned to the movie. Kori had just put on her top
as Amy came into the room. She pulled off her panties
and then put on her bottoms. Amy glanced over as Kori
bent over to pull up her pajama pants. Kori got into
bed and Amy grabbed her pajamas and left the room,
turning out the light. Five minutes later Amy came
back into the room, and without turning on the lights,
went to bed.
I quickly switched to the bathroom video.
Throughout the evening, Kori peed twice, and so did
Amy. As expected, I could not see much during their
quick pee, but I did find it erotic to watch. I also
watched myself, and that too was somehow arousing,
wondering what the men I knew would do if they could
see me peeing and wiping. The girls then came in
together and brushed their teeth. Kori splashed Amy
with water and in response Amy slapped Kori in the
butt. Then they both left. Amy then came in with her
pajamas. I was ready. I pulled open my robe as my eyes
fixed on my computer screen. As she started to
undress, I was rubbing my nipples.
Amy took off her sweat shirt, and then the t shirt
below it. She then unbuttoned and pull down her jeans.
She was standing in just her training bra and panties.
She was wearing a thong. They were black, with little
red hearts. I did not buy them for her. I wondered
where she got them. She looked at herself in the
mirror. Turning first one way, then the other, to see
how she looked from different sides. I had a flashback
to myself at that age. I remember always looking in
the mirror, wondering if I was pretty enough, or sexy
enough. I would wonder what boys would think if they
saw my budding breasts, or my naked butt.
Amy shook her head, and gave herself a shy smile into
the mirror. She lowered the straps of her bra, and
pushed her bra down. She removed it, and again stared
at herself in the mirror. Her hands moved up, and
lightly, ever so lightly, caressed her puffy nipples.
She continued to play with her breasts, as she turned
her butt to the mirror. She wiggles it, looking over
her shoulder and smiled.
She then slowly, ever so slowly, started to pull down
her thong. She was putting on a show. She was, I was
sure, imagining someone watching her undress. I
wondered who it was. Did she have a special boy who
she hoped to undress for? Was it someone in her class?
Or maybe someone older? I did not know, but my hands
were matching her hands, and I hoped she would start
touching herself, and I would do the same.
She turned to face the mirror again. Her hair was
hanging over her little buds, hiding her nipples. Her
hands were covering her mound. She mouthed something
to the mirror. I paused, and went back, wondering what
she said. I watch again. It wasn’t until the third
time I could make out what she said.
"I need you to make me feel good with your fingers."
She then shook her head, so her hair moved away from
her breast, revealing those sexy little nipples. She
then slowly moved her hands from her mound, and for
the first time I saw the little patch of light brown
hair above her sexy pussy. She lightly tickled the top
of her pussy, fluffing the few hairs that were there.
She then threw a kiss to the mirror, said good bye,
and got her pajamas on. She then left the bathroom,
shutting off the light.
I sat back in my seat, one hand on my breast, pinching
my nipple, the other between my legs, rubbing. My
little girl, barely starting puberty, only in 5th
grade, was imagining someone touching her body. She
wanted someone to play with her sexually. Or maybe
someone already had. Maybe a teacher at school, or
someone in the neighborhood had already touched her
breasts, or inserted a finger in her little pussy.
Maybe when she helped out at church, the pastor pulled
out his cock, and had her touch it. Oh yes, I see her
touching an adult woman, or man, as they push their
finger in her, causing her to squirm in pain and
pleasure.
I see her naked, and he is pushing her face down to
his cock, making her put it in her mouth. Her small,
soft mouth being penetrated by a cock for the first
time. Her red lips covering the head, and her tasting
the precum, wondering if she liked the taste. I see
one of her friend’s moms, having her over for a
sleepover, and making her daughter and my daughter
taste a hairy adult pussy. They take turns putting
their tongue on her lips and clitoris. I see Amy,
wanting it so bad she invites Kori into her bed, eager
to feel another hand on her pussy.
I came and kept cumming. I continued to rub, and for
the first time, squirting. I finally collapsed in the
chair. The chair was wet, and even the floor in front
of my chair was wet. My fingers were soaked. I got up
to go to bed, sucking my fingers dry as I went.
The following week, I was able to see them both naked
each day, and one other time Amy again played to the
mirror. But as I watched, I knew I had to see more. I
needed to get them more active, or if one or both were
active, I needed to get them to do it in their room.
It was at dinner a few nights later, that I, without
preplanning, decided to bring it all a bit more into
the open. We were eating ice cream (Cookie Dough, my
children’s favorite), and I asked Kori if she noticed
that her sister was starting to go through puberty.
Amy blushed as Kori turned and looked right at her
chest.
"Yeah," she said, "her boobies are getting to be
bumps."
"That is the way it starts." "The nipples will grow
and get puffy, and then the rest of the breast will
begin to grow. She also should be getting hair on her
pubic area soon. Amy, do you have any pubic hair yet?"
Amy turned even redder, and dropped her eyes, looking
at her bowl of ice Cream.
"No," she whispered.
"Well, it should happen soon. At first it will just be
a few, but slowly the hair will get thicker, and you
will also be getting your period."
"I know mom, you told me all that."
"It is a big day for a mom when her daughter turns
into a woman. I am so proud that I have such beautiful
daughters."
"She won’t get dressed in front of me anymore," Kori
Complained.
"That is too bad," I replied. "It would really be
helpful, Amy for Kori to be able to see the changes
you are going through, so she will be more prepared
when she reaches puberty. That is one of the wonderful
things about being a big sister."
I turned towards Amy, looking her right in the eye.
"Have you started to have sexual feelings yet?"
Amy did not know what to say, and just looked down.
Kori was looking back and forth at me and Amy, eager
to hear more. I continued.
"When I was your age, maybe a bit younger, I
discovered how much fun touching myself could be. And
then when my breasts started to grow, wow, I was
always touching and rubbing them. Do you masturbate,
Amy?"
Again, I got no answer.
"What about you, Kori?"
Kori shook her head, indicating she didn’t, and
mumbled under her breath "I wouldn’t know how."
"See, another chance for you, Amy, to be a good big
sister. That is why I was so happy to get have 2
daughters. Having a boy would have been fun too,
though. They have such cute little penises when they
are little."
Both girls were squirming in their chairs. I had
planted the seeds in their brains, and they were
sprouting and growing quickly.
"Well," I said, "I will leave that to you too, but you
should both know that we do not need to be shy about
sex. It is wonderful, and a blessing. Enjoy it, and if
there is anything I can do to help, please, just ask."
I got up and took my dishes to the sink, and reminded
Kori it was her turn to do dishes.
When I turned on the tape that evening, and fast
forwarded to when they entered the room, I watched as
they both sat down facing each other. I keep wanting
to yell at the computer "Faster, please, do it,
please, faster," but for a long while they just
talked. I wondered how much more for a recorder and
camera that would also record the sound.
After 15 minutes of talking, suddenly they both pulled
off their tops, and Amy took off her training bra.
Kori went over to look closer, and her hand slowly
raised to touch her sister nipples. Amy stiffened at
the touch. She reached up and started to rub Kori’s
flat chest. I was mad with desire, my clothes on the
floor next to the computer chair, my fingers pulling
at my nipples. The girls then removed their pants and
panties, facing each other, spread their legs. They
sat like that, looking at each other and talking. This
went on for about 5 minutes, when they both put on
their pajamas, and Amy went to bed. Kori went to the
bathroom.
I switched to the bathroom recording. Both girls had
peed a few times, but when Amy went to pee after
dinner, she spread her legs and looked closely at her
cute little pussy. She rubbed a little, and even tried
to insert her finger in herself, which made her
grimace in pain. Well, I knew that nothing had entered
her yet. No man had left his seed in her that was for
sure.
Kori came into the bathroom in her Pajamas, and pulled
down her bottoms and peed. She then stood in front of
the mirror, her legs spread, and pulled her little
lips apart. She was working so hard to see herself,
she fell over. She got up, embarrassed, and pulled up
her pants, leaving the bathroom. I fast forwarded up
to the present, and was about to turn it off when Amy
entered the bathroom. It matched the sound I heard of
the bathroom door closing. Yes, she was in there now.
She had the cordless house phone in her hand. She sat
down on the toilet, without pulling down her pants,
and dialed.
She began talking to someone. As she did, she pulled
up her top and started playing with her little
nipples. She was having phone sex. Right now. 20 feet
from me. She stood up, took off her pants, and sat
back down, her legs spread. She started rubbing as she
talked. Her little fingers were rubbing on her little
pussy. The little pussy I washed as I changed her as a
baby. The little pussy I have been dreaming about for
weeks now. She was breathing harder. I had to make a
decision. It was 11:30 PM, way past her bedtime. I
made my decision.
I got up and went to the bathroom door. I heard her
talking.
"Oh yes, I am rubbing. I am thinking of you rubbing
me. Oh yes, I want you too. Please, I need you so
bad."
I pushed open the door. Amy froze. Her hand was
between her spread legs, the phone at her ear. I took
a step towards her and she hung up the phone and
closed her legs. I took the phone from her, and took
her hand. I walked her out of the bathroom, her pajama
pants left on the floor. I took her to my room,
hanging up the phone as we walked, and had her lay on
my bed. She laid flat, her legs tight together, her
hands trying to cover her nakedness. It was then she
realized I was nude. She looked at me. She stared at
my breasts, and then looked down, at my trimmed pubic
area. I spread my legs slightly so she could see
better. She looked me in the eye.
"You know you are not to be on the phone this late," I
said.
"I am sorry," she said, not sure what would happen
next.
"I told you at dinner, we need to be more open about
our sexuality. I know you have urges right now, but
that does not allow you to break our house rules."
"I know. I won’t. I am sorry."
I went to the bed, sat her up and took off her shirt.
I decided enough had been said, but now I wanted, no
needed, to satisfy my lust. I laid her naked body back
down, and laid down next to her. I let my hand trace
lightly over her. I started at her lovely face, the
face of my little girl. My fingers moved over her
cheek, her jaw, her chin. I moved down her neck, and
lightly caressed her shoulders. She was looking at me,
questioning how far I would go.
She was barely breathing, holding back her breath in
anticipation. I did not make her wait long. My fingers
reached her lovely budding nipples. I played with
them, touched them. Rubbed them. She was breathing
deeper, her eyes half closed. I leaned in, and licked
her nipples, first one, then the other. Her hand,
which had been covering her little pussy in shyness,
was now starting to move, lightly playing with
herself. I firmly moved her hand away.
I licked her lovely nipples a bit longer, feeling my
wet pussy get even wetter. I started to lick down her
chest, and her belly, licking in and around her belly
button. I looked up in her eyes at this point, and
asked her, "Has anyone ever licked you?"
She shook her head no.
I moved around and spread her legs so I was looking
right at her beautiful womanhood. Actually, girlhood
was a better term. She was still very small, with no
hair. Her inner lips, with her legs spread, were just
beginning to show. It would be a while yet before she
would look like a grown woman there. I leaned forward,
and breathed on her. My mouth then slowly moved
forward.
I was about to taste my little girl. The child I
breastfeed and changed. Even before I put my tongue on
her, before my first taste, I came. It was a huge
orgasm, and half way through it I moved my mouth onto
her. I tasted my little girl, and started licking up
and down her lips, occasionally licking her hidden
clitoris. As I licked, my orgasm subsided, and Amy’s
excitement grew.
She started rocking her hips as I reached up and
rubbed her small puffy nipples, while still licking
her small pussy lips. She was close to cumming, and I
increased my licking, giving a bit more attention to
her clit.
Amy stiffened, and screamed. And collapsed. I looked
up at her, my lips cover with her juice, and she
looked down at me, breathing very heavy. I went up
next to her, and kissed her deeply, making sure she
could taste herself on my lips. I covered us both, and
laid her head so she could once again, after all these
years, suckle me as we fell asleep...
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