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(Ff, ped, inc, 1st- lesbian-expr, rom) *** Justine was a late child for me, I had been busy building a career, not time for children, after all women in business and children don't mix. I had the drive back then, to make it all the way to the top in marketing. I had wanted nothing else from my early years in high school. I worked and worked, putting my marriage at risk a few times and then when I was offered the Managing Department Head position, I discovered I was pregnant. I was also 38, so if I wanted a child I had to seriously think this one through. As fortune would have it, when I went to the doctor I discovered I was four months pregnant, and an abortion was out of the question. I resigned that same day. My husband took a little time to adjust to me being around the house, but he seemed comfortable with the idea and I had time to catch up on all that reading and all those hobbies I had abandoned long ago. As the bump grew, so did my maternal instincts. I had this affection for this baby growing within, taking shape as the baby took shape. When Justine was born the affection was also born into love. She was the most beautiful, perfect thing I had ever seen in my life. A miniature of me and the cutest button nose I had ever seen. She came along just before summer, so around 3 months as her sleeping patterns changed and she was awake a lot more, I would leave her to lay naked on the rug. She was always such a beautiful sight, my heart would do flips just to see her. I chose to breast feed of course, there was no alternative as far as I was concerned. And I have to admit, I quite enjoyed it. I have always had sensitive nipples and the feel of Justine's little mouth on them, tugging and sucking away would arouse me. I didn't put too much by it, just enjoyed the sensation. Occasionally, I would allow myself to masturbate while she was at my tit, and they were always special times, but not often. I had always believed it was important to breast feed a child until they lost interest. Justine never did. At five when she started school, she would have a drink from my breasts at breakfast - her father rarely being there these days, he had assumed full responsibility for our money matters and was always gone to the office before she got up. She would eat her cereal, then come over to me, pull my dressing gown aside or lift my top, pull on my breast and take long, luscious sucks. She would do little drawing patterns with her tiny hands while she did this, and then go to the other. The ritual always ended with her kissing me on the lips and saying "I love you mummy." Then when she got home from school, she would tare into the house to find me, rip my top aside and drink deeply. After she had had her fill, she would hug me and say hello. For the rest of the night, she would drink at will and always had a good night drink before sleep. Weekends were her favorite time, because she could always sneak one in around lunch time. During the week, I would express milk for her and she would take it in a drink bottle to have with lunch. At age seven there was no sign of this stopping, and truth be told I liked that. This was a special time shared by me and my daughter. A very loving, bonding time that seemed to help us become closer as mother and daughter as time moved on. It was on her eighth birthday that I quizzed her about it. "Honey, do you like drinking mummy's milk?" "Yes mummy, I like it very much, why?" "Mummy just wondered why you still did it, none of your friends do." "Mummy, I'm not hurting anyone. I'm not hurting you. I love you mummy and I love drinking your milk, do you want me to stop?" she seemed so grown up as she stood there with her hands on her hips. "No, my love I do not. Mummy never wants you to stop.' "Good because I won't. I will grow up and get married and have children and still come to you for milk." She meant it too, I could see it in her eyes. I don't know why but at the mention of her getting married I had a pang of jealousy. At the same time, at the thought of her always coming to me for my milk made me fall in love with her. And then it hit me. I was in love with my daughter, always had been. It was after that that I began to see her in a new light. The next day, when she came to me for her breakfast drink, I held her tight. My heart was bursting with love for her. Not motherly love though, this was something different. I put my cheek to her head and felt the excitement in my groin grow as she sucked away. Her fingers did strange things to my breasts as they drew their imaginary pictures. The sexual arousal was growing and I was enjoying it. Something this wonderful, this pure, how could that be wrong? I would never do anything to hurt someone this precious to me, someone I love this much, and how I loved her. A week later my husband had to go interstate on business for a few days. This wasn't new, he was doing it more and more lately. This time however, if Justine came into my bed as she often did, I didn't know what I would do, I longed for her little body so much. Yes, I lusted after my eight year old daughter, but I loved her as well. Two nights later, I heard the little pitter patter of her feet, telling me she was coming into my room. Sure enough, the door creaked open and the covers lifted. She crawled in from the bottom of the bed and snuggled into me. I pretended to be asleep. The next thing I felt were her hands on my breasts, but this time she wasn't drinking, she was exploring through touch. I wanted to see where this would go. She traced her fingers around my nipples, which were starting to get harder. I sighed and she stopped, after a moment she resumed her explorations. She rubbed her little child's hands all over my breasts, arousing me no end. I could feel the heat rising inside me, the wetness pooling inside my snatch. I didn't know how I was going to cope. Then I felt her hands begin to trail down. Slowly, slowly they made their way down my tummy to the top of my hairy mound. I could feel a small tugging on the hair there, as if she were exploring some strange new phenomenon. The tugging went on in various places on my mound, but always so carefully, she never hurt me. I felt myself involuntarily spread my legs – just a little. Justine had noticed this, I felt her fingers slowly walking there way down my mound. A little finger found the start of my slit and it stayed there, rubbing so slowly back and forth, as if hesitant to explore further. I heard Justine sigh, contentment evident in that sound. "I love you mummy." she said as her finger began to work its way deeper inside. She swirled her finger around in my wetness then withdrew. A second later I heard a sucking sound and realised she was sucking my wetness from her finger. Again the finger was put to my snatch and again it began to explore the crack. This time, she put in 2 more fingers and they came to rest on my now hotly engorged clit. "I love you mummy", was once again muttered and the fingers began to circle my clit causing a moan to escape from my dry lips. This caused Justine to circle faster, again the "I love you mummy" was audible. Without being aware of what I was doing, I felt my hips begin to arch up to meet that little hand, which had now completely slipped inside. I looked up to see my daughter watching my face, smiling. "I love you mummy." She said and leant forward to kiss the very tip of the opening of my slit. I could not help myself, the tension had built to a point of no return. I bucked wildly and moaned allowed. "I love you too Justine." This caused her to begin pumping my pussy, a tiny fist fucking, and the feel of it had me spilling over the edge of ecstasy. Again she lowered her head and I felt a small tongue enter my snatch and begin to play with my clit, licking up my juices. This immediately brought on another shattering orgasm and I called out her name loudly. As the feeling began to subside, I pulled her up to me and put my lips to her tiny lips. We kissed as passionate lovers for the first time that day. I carefully slipped my tongue inside her mouth and tasted her child's breath. It was beautiful. Again I held her, saying over and over "I love you, Justine. Mummy loves you." "I love you mummy." she said again. After a few minutes I had composed myself then asked the question I had wanted to ask for the longest time. "Justine, what do you mean when you say you love mummy?" "I love you, the way daddy does. I love you the way two grown ups love each other. I love you, mummy and I want to always do special things with you." "What do you mean by special, Justine?" "Like what we just did. I want to have sex with you mummy, to make love with you the way you and daddy do, but different." "The way two girls do?" I asked curiously. "Yes, the way two girls do." There was a pause. "Mummy, would you make love to me?" She looked up with innocent eyes. "Yes." I said and lowered my mouth to kiss her again. This time I raised my hand and gently rubbed over her chest, stopping to playfully squeeze her girlish nipples. She gave the slightest moan and I was encouraged to go further. I rubbed my hand down her soft, girl's torso and found the hairless 8 year old mound. I gently rubbed a finger back and forward over the outside of her slit, all the while kissing her. Then slowly, so slowly I pushed one finger into her tiny hole. She moaned as it went in and her eyes began to glaze over. I realised my baby was extremely horny and wanting the pleasure I was about to give her. "Baby, sit up here, sit on mummy's face." I said and helped scoot her around to the sitting position. I laid down and put my hands around her waist, helping to raise her as she placed one leg over my head and then gentle sat her virginal 8 year old, beautiful cunt over my mouth. My tongue darted out, tracing the edges of the slit up and down, to ensure it was moist, then carefully, and teasingly I pushed through the tiny, puffy lips. I felt her tense and lean forward to hold onto the bed's headboard. I began to move my tongue slowly back and forth, feeling all of her bumps and ridges within, just starting to take shape. She gave a little moan and relaxed down further onto my mouth. I worked my tongue a little faster and drove it deeper into her hole. She arched her back and groaned, then I rested my tongue against her clit. She gave a jolt and I knew I had found the spot. My tongue worked back and forth, bumping over the clit, then I circled it until I felt my little girl begin to wriggle around on my face. At that point I simply repeated the movement I was making with my tongue and I was rewarded with the sound of her sighing. She was having a pleasurable time, which was only going to get better in a minute. I played and played with the child clit and felt it grow against my tongue. "Oh mummy, oh mummy" she repeated over and over, getting louder as her orgasm grew. "Oh god mummy, please please1 I want to cum, please mummy!" she said loudly then she froze and I could feel the powerful vibrations on my tongue as my daughter's first orgasm washed through her. She slumped forward and I quickly grabbed her and pulled her down beside me. She looked up at me with a broad smile. "Oh mummy, can we please do that again and again? All the time?" she asked excitedly. "Yes baby, mummy loves you the way I love daddy, but more special and I want to always share that love with you in a physical way, like we just did. But Justine, we can never tell daddy or anyone else about this, they wouldn't understand." "Oh I know mummy. Mary at school told me one day she did this with her father and how much she really loved it, but when the teacher heard, he was taken away from her. She cried and cried because she really loves him and now she can never see him. I won't ever tell anyone cause I love you mummy and I never want to lose you." Then she threw her arms around me and squeezed. The next morning, I was awoken to the feel of her mouth sucking at my nipple as she had her first feed for the day, but something else was happening. It took me a minute to realise my daughter also had her hand at my mound, playing with my slit. She looked up and grinned. "I'm always going to play with you mummy, when you feed me cause I want you to always enjoy it and never want me to stop." And she never did stop. Over the years, my daughter came to me for her twice daily feeds and every time she would play with my pussy while she did. As she grew it got easier and easier for her to masturbate me while she fed and she got so good at the time, she would make me cum as she finished up drinking. After she met Mark, I thought things would change, but they never did. She was at university when she met him and it took them all of 8 months to marry. Because they were both poor students, she put forward the idea they live with us. This my husband and I readily agreed to, he didn't want to see his daughter move away from home and I didn't want to lose my lover. On the day of her wedding, my daughter came to me for her morning feed as usual. As usual, she played with my pussy and clit until I came. Then she sat down with me to talk. "Mum, Mark and I are going away for a few days for a honeymoon, we only decided last night. When we come back I want to continue to feed from you and to fuck you, like we always have. That has never changed and never will. But mum, I need to ask you something." "Yes honey, what is it?" I felt a little nervous not knowing what it would be. "Well, I wanted to know if you would also feed Mark? He was never breast fed as a baby and he's talked about the fantasy of it. Even said when I eventually get pregnant that I might breast feed him with the baby. Would you consider it?" I was taken back. I had never thought of anything like this ever happening. Two grown up people to feed? My daughter and her husband? I needed no more time to think. "Of course I will honey. The idea is quite arousing to me, actually." "Oh mum." she said and threw her arms around me. We kissed passionately and I gently groped her tit. She had her nightly on, which she began to draw up and I got down on my knees to passionately kiss her lovely mound. She leaned back and relaxed as I enthusiastically lapped away at her juices. "You know mum, this is something we could include Mark in too. I'm sure he would like to have his dick sucked by you, and he gives the best head." "Mmm," I replied with my mouth buried nose deep in my daughter's gorgeous pussy. The idea was extremely arousing to me and one I would need to think over a lot more, with my fingers in my snatch. The End *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 37