Brent, Male, 34

	- Narrator, marketing manager, father of Orchid

	- Tan white skin, 5’10, 175lbs, shoulder-length curly brown hair

Dahlia, Female, 36

	- Mother of Lily

	- Tan white skin, 5'9, 155lbs, 38D breasts, shoulder-length wavy brown hair, green eyes

Lily (Lilian), Female, 9

	- Daughter of Dahlia

	- Dark-tan skin, 4'5, 70lbs, mid-back wavy brown hair, dark eyes, Native American features

“She does that a lot.” Dahlia broke my shock with the simple statement. “Not usually... well, not ever, in front of anyone but me... but she does it a lot.”

I was speechless, the girl's shuddering young body still burned into my vision. I'd imagined my own daughter many times doing that, but I never expected to see her or any other young girl masturbate and cum.

“I don't discourage her. So long as she does well in school, keeps up friendships, that sort of thing, I don't discourage her making herself feel good like that, and... as I told you, sometimes I join her...”

“I... I've never seen anything... like that before... not a girl... not a little girl...”

“I know, confusing as hell, isn't it? I know exactly what that feels like... and I live with her! I'm her mother! Watching her masturbate should be something I just shrug at and roll my eyes. Instead, I'm standing here with my vagina swelling and drooling into my panties! God, Brent, what is wrong with me?”

I stood silent. “I don't know. Whatever it is... I'm feeling it too. I mean... Look, can we sit? My legs are trembling right now...”

We took our seats around the fire. I continued my thought, “I don't want to enjoy what I saw. Don't want to connect the dots and imagine that was Orchid I was watching. But... See, there's a difference between what I feel, which I cannot control, and what I act on... that's the hardest part I'm having with you and Lily. I get the urges... But... giving in to them...”

She sighed and looked despondent. “I know. I've struggled a million times with that. I struggled with how selfish I feel. How I never want her to think about me as harming her. How, when she's older, I don't want what we've done to make her life difficult. That's part of why I don't cut it off now. The only way I could stop it now would be to make it something terrible in her mind, and I don't want her to think that. It was very difficult to cut off our private time together from our house and make her only acknowledge it out here. Very difficult.”

I was silent again, Dahlia staring into the fire I was stirring back to life. Lily joined us quietly, wearing a robe. She sat and stared, her face mirroring her mother's. Dahlia looked at her, smiled, “Sorry, Sweetie, didn't know we'd interrupt you. Next time... well, that's why you use the camper, ok?”

Lily blushed, an interesting effect on her brown-white skin. She grinned and looked shy a moment. “Ok...”

I had to get my mind off the sexual tension pounding around the fire. “Anyone, uh, hungry? Should we cook up your catch, Lily?”

The girl nodded and retrieved four nice trout, cleaned and gutted, heads removed. I had a skillet that would fit two at a time, and got olive oil going over the flames. I pulled out the remaining hunk of bread and a can of peas. Lily shook her head at the peas, but Dahlia agreed. I offered the girl a can of green beans, instead, and she reluctantly showed her approval. I opened each can and settled them into them coals around the edge.

We ate mostly in silence, Dahlia got Lily to describe her fishing that day, and we talked briefly about the hike and the waterfall, leaving out the intense sexual moment we'd shared there, and completely ignoring the nine-year old's masturbation and orgasm.

Lily left us immediately after eating, headed to the camper and was quiet. Dahlia and I broke out beer and downed a couple as we talked softly. I learned she was 36, her parents were dead, had one older sister, a divorced woman with two teen children living in Utah. I told her that my parents were also deceased, that my older sister had moved to Italy when I was eleven and hadn't seen her since. I had an uncle and aunt or two, but never saw them.

She pulled her chair closer, asked, “Ok if I snuggle? Feel like I could use a hug.”

I moved my shoulder toward her and she sank against me, the awkwardness of the chairs making it a position not to be long held. I rubbed her shoulders, feeling conflicted about finding I cared about her and also worried that she was doing something with her daughter that was terribly harmful.

Her hand found my cock in my pants, asked me if I wanted to go bathe with her. I told her yes, and soon we were soaping each other's bodies and cleaning off the day's sweat. She absently stroked my cock when her hands drifted there, and I fondled and squeezed her large breasts, tickling her wet nipples.

I suggested, “Shall we go find somewhere a little more comfortable?”

“Sure.”

We dried up and headed toward my tent. Dahlia stopped, looked at the camper. “The bed in there is pretty comfy, want to go there?”

I hesitated. “Uh, but... Lily...”

“I'll make her leave if you tell me to.”

My heart pounded. I screamed 'make her leave!' in my head, but my voice stayed silent. She took my non-response as a rejection of what she proposed, and she took my hand and led me to the camper.

Lily was sitting at the table in the middle, headphones in, mouthing lyrics to a song. She looked up, smiled lightly, and returned to her music.

Dahlia purred in my ear, “It's ok, really. I want her to think of sex as something positive... not something to look away from or hide... you... ok?”

I think she could tell my nerves had me shaking, my body trembling at the risks and fears playing out in my head. She really wanted us to have sex with her nine-year old daughter in the room.

I should have refused. I know, judge me, you're right. I blame no one but me. But I didn't refuse. Just the opposite, I took Dahlia into my arms and laid her down on the bed, kissing her, stroking her stomach and thighs. She moaned as I touched her and opened her robe. Her breasts looked even bigger in the closed space and the camper lighting. I sucked on her breasts, glanced up to see Lily ignoring her music and watching us.

I nearly panicked, my nerves shot. I went through the motions, sucking one nipple and then the other, running my fingers through Dahlia's trimmed, wet slit. Lily had her earphones out, and I know she was listening to her mother's moans. She sat still, just watching as my fingers found her mom's clit and the woman arched and cried out.

I sank into the moment, only much later that evening considering what was going on. The context of it. I ate Dahlia's beautiful pussy, sucking her labia between my lips and lapping up the drooling cream in her slit. I tongued her vagina, probed her hot entrance and ran the tip up to her nub.

Dahlia arched again, bucked against me. I looked up to see her looking at Lily. I attacked her clit, tongue dancing rapidly around her flesh. She humped my face twice, three times, again, cried out, moaned, moaned, pressed her crotch against my mouth, and orgasmed hard. “OoooOOOooo... oooOOOooOOOOmm... OOOOOoooOOoooOOmmm... UUUHHH... UUUHH... Uh... Uhh... UHHHHHMMmm... oohhhmmm”

My desire had flared, my mind unable to deal with the wicked thing I did, but my body had no such concerns. I mounted Dahlia, sliding my penis along her slit before plunging my length into her fully. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I started sliding in and out. I didn't pound her, but kept a steady rhythm, in and out, in and out, her grunts bouncing off the thin walls of the camper.

Lily was still watching us, her mouth open slightly. I should have been horrified that a nine-year old girl was seeing me have sex with her mother... just a few feet away... instead, I tensed and let loose my seed into Dahlia, watching her daughter as I released. “OOHH... OOOH... OOOH... UUUHH... UUH... Uhh... Ohhh... oooh...” My ejaculation was strong but less volume than the two earlier. My cock throbbed in Dahlia's pussy, spewing the last of my load and pulsing inside her channel.

I looked down to see Dahlia staring at me, open-mouthed. She knew I'd been staring at her daughter as I came. She shuddered with my penis inside her, ran her fingers to her clit and stroked herself quickly to another orgasm. I turned to watch Lily as her mother's eyes closed and the woman's body released. Lily sat still, transfixed, her eyes locked on her mother's orgasming body.

I slowly came down from my climax, my penis softening inside the woman's shuddering body. I collapsed my weight onto her, she held me tight. We kissed, she moaned, my dick slipped but didn't leave her vagina.

Lily sat on the bed next to us, and I jumped. Her hands went to her mother's breast under my body, I felt her fondling and rubbing her mom as I lay on top of the woman. I was in shock, vibrating with orgasm and nerves. I pulled back, rose off Dahlia, stood and stared at Lily's hands on her mom's heavy, bare breasts.

The nine-year old wasn't done shocking me. She slid quickly between her mother's legs, brought her head down, and lapped up my semen, mewling as her mother purred. For several moments I watched the girl lick her mother's vagina, swallowing my jism, before I freaked out and ran out of the camper.

I can't tell you exactly what was going through my head in those moments. I felt threatened, aroused, horrified. All the things I'd been afraid I'd experience when I fantasized about moments like this. I entered my tent and settled uncomfortably into the sleeping bag.

Dahlia didn't disturb me that night, and I heard nothing further from the camper. I suppose at some point I fell asleep, and my dreams were intense. Lily's head between Dahlia's thighs was shown over and over, different angles, different reactions, and every time, I felt the strong and confusing mix of arousal and shame.