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It was just a leftover thing from watching that movie. There was no way she could be turning into a lesbo. "I'm straight, for crying out loud," she said to no one as she toweled her body dry. (Fg, ped, inc, mast, oral, 1st-lesbian-expr) *** Twelve year old Melissa Hunt studied the TV schedule while her mom flipped channels. There didn't appear to be anything on, though. Lizzie McGuire (Melissa's favorite show) had just ended, and now there was just dumb cop shows and doctor shows and reality shows. There were movies, too, on cable, but none of them sounded interesting. Melissa was just about ready to throw the schedule down and go into her room to play on the computer when Mom said, "Let's watch this." Melissa looked up and saw a strange and unexpected scene: a girl in a bunny costume, singing in a nightclub. "What is it?" she asked, wrinkling her nose. "It's called, Better Than Chocolate," Mom replied, still holding the remote out in front of her like a divining rod. "It's a love story." "Oh. Okay." Melissa loved love stories. But as she snuggled up to her mom and watched the movie, she realized that this wasn't like any love story she'd ever seen before. For one thing, there weren't any cute guys in it except for the one girl's brother, and for another thing, it was the two main girls who were in love. They were lesbos. They kept kissing and hugging each other, and flirting with each other, and they even took a shower together, and painted each other's bodies naked. Why would her mom want to watch something like this? And let her watch it too? Not that Melissa thought it was bad or anything. In fact, she thought it was kinda cool. The girls were pretty, and they sure seemed to be in love with each other, and it was so unfair that people would hate them just because they were both girls. By the time the movie was over and the girls' love had triumphed, Melissa had decided that there wasn't anything at all wrong with girls who wanted to be lesbos. "How about some ice cream?" Mom asked. "Sure!" Melissa replied with a big grin; she loved ice cream even more than love stories. "Come on, then." Melissa followed her mom into the kitchen. She got the bowls, the spoons and the ice cream scoop while Mom got the ice cream from the fridge. Chocolate, her favorite. They sat across from each other at the table and Mom started scooping big globs of double fudge into the bowls. "So, tell me," Mom said as she worked, "what did you think of the movie?" "Well," Melissa replied, "the title of the movie was wrong." "Wrong? Why?" "Because there's nothing better than chocolate." Mom laughed a little and said, "Oh, I don't know about that. There are a lot of very yummy things in this world." "Nothing as yummy as this," Melissa said, then put a whole spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. She already had some of it smeared all over her lips. "Besides the title," Mom went on, "what did you think of it? Did you like it?" Melissa shrugged, swallowed her ice cream, and said, "Yeah it was cool." She wanted to say more, but wasn't exactly sure what she should say. "I thought it was very romantic," Mom offered. "I like love stories with happy endings, don't you?" "Yeah. Sad endings suck." Mom chuckled, then asked, "What did you think of the girls? Did you think they were pretty?" "The girl with the red curly hair was. The other girl was too, but she wasn't nearly as pretty as the red haired girl. She was beautiful." "I think so too," Mom said. She spooned some of her ice cream, swallowed, then asked, "What about the fact that they were both girls? Did that bother you at all?" Melissa shrugged again and said, "No, it was cool." She was telling the truth, but at the same time she realized she felt a little uncomfortable. She thought it was kinda weird that she would be talking with her mom about lesbos. "It didn't bother me, either," Mom said. "I think if two people love each other, it shouldn't matter whether they're a boy and a girl, or whether they're two girls, or whatever. If they love each other, then it should be okay for them to be together." "Yeah, it should," Melissa said. "But a lot of people don't like gay people. They think they're sick or whatever. This girl I know at school, Ronda Gabaldon, she says gay people are evil and will burn in Hell when they die." "That's bullshit," Mom said, which surprised Melissa; her mom didn't usually talk like that. Plus, she seemed more mad than she should have been. Melissa swallowed another glob of ice cream, then said, "Ronda Gabaldon's stupid." *** At ten o'clock Melissa went in to take her nightly shower. She got the water going, made sure it wasn't too hot, then quickly stripped off her clothes and got in. She grabbed the soap and began soaping herself down, starting with her shoulders and her arms, then her chest and stomach, then her butt, legs and feet. She made sure she got everything clean, then worked some shampoo into her long blonde hair. She kneaded it into a huge lather, scrubbed and massaged, until she was confident that her hair too was clean, then took the shower head down and rinsed all the shampoo out. Once she was done with that she turned the heat down a little bit, so that it was more warm than hot, then adjusted the shower head from spray to pulsate. She leaned against the shower wall and began directing the water over her small pointed boobs. She closed her eyes and smiled slightly at the immediate pleasure that coursed through her. She used her free hand to caress her boobs as the water gently beat on her skin, her fingertips gliding over them, squeezing and pulling, tapering over her hardening nipples. As she touched herself she thought about Jason Miller. He was a ninth grader, two years ahead of her, and he was the cutest boy in Melissa's whole middle school. He'd sat and talked with her at lunch a few days ago, and after school he'd even walked her home. Ever since then Melissa had been thinking about him, imagining what it would be like to kiss him. She thought about that now, too, except in addition to kissing, she imagined Jason touching her the same way she was touching herself. It had quickly become her favorite sex fantasy for when she was in the shower (or sometimes in bed, if she was sure her mom was asleep), but for some reason she was finding it sort of difficult to focus on. Her picture of him didn't seem as sharp or intense as it usually was, and the resultant feelings in her body weren't as exciting. And then he just kind of drifted away altogether, replaced by an image of those two girls from the lesbo movie. They were in the shower too, like they had been in the movie, naked and wet and kissing each other passionately, their glistening boobs pressed together as they embraced. The red haired girl's hands came up between them and she began caressing the blonde girl's boobs and playing with her nipples (a scene they hadn't shown in the movie), and then she dipped her head and started kissing and sucking them. Melissa was a little startled by this vision, but only because she'd never really thought about girls like this before. She kinda liked the idea of the girls together, though, in love and doing loving sexy things to each other. She decided to keep thinking about it as she sprayed warm pulsating water over her boobs, only now instead of the blonde girl from the movie, she was the one in the shower with the red haired girl. Melissa liked that even better. She imagined herself running her fingers through the red haired girl's curly hair as the red haired girl kissed and sucked her boobs and touched her between her legs. Melissa mimicked those touches with her own hand, alternating between her boobs and her pussy. Then she imagined the red haired girl getting down on her knees and kissing her down there, and as she imagined that she moved the pulsating shower head so that the water hit directly on her pussy. Within seconds she felt her orgasm pour through her, causing her to gasp and shudder with the force of it, then another one came, and another one. Melissa was surprised, almost shocked; she'd never had that many orgasms all at once before, nor were they ever so intense, even when she was thinking about Jason. It was almost like the idea of making out with a girl was better than the idea of making out with a boy. But of course, it couldn't be, Melissa told herself as she put the shower head back and shut off the water. It was just a leftover thing from watching that movie. There was no way she could be turning into a lesbo. "I'm straight, for crying out loud," she said to no one as she toweled her body dry. *** Melissa and her mom went to bed at midnight. They only had one bedroom, and one bed, because Mom had to work at a job that didn't pay her much money. It had always been this way, but Melissa didn't mind. In fact, she had always enjoyed sharing a bed with her mom; it made her feel safe, and she was comforted by the presence of another person sleeping next to her. Plus, if she wasn't too tired, Mom liked to stay awake and talk for a little while. Melissa liked talking in bed at night. Mom wasn't too tired tonight, but she didn't want to talk about the stuff she normally talked about, like Melissa's schoolwork or the shopping they had to do the next day. Instead, Mom wanted to talk some more about the movie they'd watched. Or, actually, the girls in the movie. "So, you thought the red haired girl was prettier?" Mom asked. "Yeah," Melissa replied cautiously. They were laying side by side, Melissa on her back and Mom facing her, really close, with her arm draped over Melissa's stomach. "Did you like watching them together? Kissing and touching each other? Making love to each other?" "Yeah," Melissa said again, suddenly feeling embarrassed because of what she'd thought about in the shower. Feeling a little excited too, which also embarrassed her. "They didn't show that much, though. I mean, they were naked and kissing and all that, but they didn't show any really lesbo stuff." "Yeah, I know," Mom said, sounding a little disappointed. "It's too bad. I would have liked seeing them having sex." She slipped her hand under Melissa's peejay top and began to lightly rub her stomach. "Would you have liked it if they'd shown that kind of thing?" "I dunno. I guess I wouldn't have minded it." Melissa was very aware of how her mom was touching her. She knew that it wasn't exactly how a mom was supposed to touch her daughter, but Mom had always given her nice caresses like this, and besides, it felt good, so she didn't say anything. "I would have liked it," Mom went on. "The two of them kissing each other's breasts. Sucking each other's nipples. Licking each other's pussy." Melissa was startled by her mom's language; she'd never heard her talk like that before. The words didn't really sound right, coming out of her mom's mouth, but at the same time Melissa had the sense that they belonged there. That Mom had said those words, probably to other people, and that she was comfortable saying them. Maybe even turned on by saying them. Melissa had to admit to herself that they turned her on too. She thought again about the fantasy she'd had in the shower, the part where the red haired girl had kissed her and touched her, except now she replaced the red haired girl with her mom. She could see Mom behind her closed eyes, wet and soapy as she took Melissa's small pointed boobs in her hands, and just as she was thinking this, as if Mom could read her mind, Melissa felt her mom's hand move from her stomach up to her chest. Her palm slid almost casually over Melissa's right boob, then began to lightly squeeze and fondle it. At the same time Mom leaned closer to her and kissed her gently on the cheek. Melissa turned her head and looked at her and Mom kissed her again, this time on the lips. Mom's lips were cool and soft, and Melissa spontaneously returned her kiss. They kissed again, then a third time, and Melissa realized that they weren't just doing something impulsive and momentary; they were making out. Like lesbos. A small voice inside Melissa's head said, You shouldn't be doing this, she's your mom and she's a girl, but another part of her, a silent and yet very strong part, seemed to take control of her. Her body acted on its own, her mouth returning her mom's kisses, opening eagerly and taking her mom's tongue in, and her hands roaming over her mom's back and shoulders, then down over her ribs to her boobs. Melissa caressed Mom the same way Mom was caressing her, lovingly sliding her hands over Mom's much larger boobs, gently squeezing and pulling on them. She felt Mom's nipples in her palms and she found herself wishing she could kiss them and suck on them. Suddenly Mom pulled her mouth away from Melissa's and, in a husky voice, said, "God, you are so beautiful." Melissa didn't know whether she should say Thank you or You're beautiful too or But Mom I'm not a lesbo, but then in a second it didn't matter, because Mom was kissing her face and her neck, and unbuttoning Melissa's peejay top. Then in another few seconds she was kissing Melissa's boobs, and then she was licking them, swirling her tongue in little circles around Melissa's nipples, and Melissa couldn't have said anything anyway. She felt her nipples getting hard, and a warm fuzzy cloud was growing in her stomach. Mom licked and nibbled on Melissa's nipples, and at the same time her hand moved down into Melissa's peejays, then into her panties. Mom began to rub her there as she continued to kiss and lick and suck on her boobs and Melissa responded with gasps and moans, moving her hips and arching her back, wanting it to get better even as she told herself that she shouldn't be liking this so much. After another minute or so Mom started to kiss Melissa's stomach, licking her bellybutton and making her giggle. Then suddenly she sat up and took hold of the waistband of Melissa's peejay bottoms. Melissa watched as her mom pulled them down her thin legs, over her ankles and feet, then did the same thing with her panties. Melissa was naked now except for her peejay top, which was open and showing everything. She knew she should feel embarrassed, but all she could really feel right now was sort of nervous, and a little excited too. Mom put her hands under the backs of Melissa's knees and moved her legs apart, then held them there as she gazed down at Melissa's fully exposed pussy. "Oh, so gorgeous," she said. She dropped her head down between Melissa's legs and pressed her lips against her pussy. She kissed her there, then began to slowly lick her, tracing a line with her tongue along the soft folds. Melissa got up on her elbows and watched as her mom pushed her nose into Melissa's meager amount of pubic hair, her tongue slithering all over her pussy and even poking inside of her. She couldn't believe this was actually happening, her mom was having lesbo sex with her, but what Melissa found even more difficult to believe was that she was kind of enjoying it. Yeah, it felt strange, and tickled a little, but it felt nice too; the warm fuzzy cloud in her stomach was getting bigger and warmer, and soon it became so full and warm inside of her that she couldn't help but cry out. Mom continued to make lesbo love to Melissa, pushing her tongue into her pussy, and sliding it all up and down her lips, and around and around her clit, until finally Melissa began to come, the waves of pleasure shooting out in all directions from her pussy into her chest and arms and legs. Melissa's body was still trembling and tingling, and she was still trying to catch her breath when Mom sat up on the bed. She smiled down at Melissa as she slowly pulled her nightgown up over her head, then tossed it onto the floor. Melissa's eyes automatically traveled over her mom's body, and she thought, Wow, it's so pretty. Mom dropped back down and began kissing and licking her way up Melissa's body; her pussy and her stomach, her boobs, her neck and face, and then finally a long french kiss on the mouth. Melissa's legs were still spread wide and Mom was laying between them, and as Mom moved up even further Melissa could feel her mom's pussy pressing against her. She could feel Mom's pubic hair and pussy lips sliding over her own, much less hairy, pussy. And now Mom's big boobs were hovering above Melissa's face as she said, "Go ahead, darling. Suck Mommy's tits." And then she lowered herself so that her boobs were right on Melissa's face, one of them even touching her lips. Melissa still felt like she couldn't control what she was doing as she opened her mouth and started to lick little circles around Mom's nipple. Then she took it in her mouth and began to gently suck it. At the same time Mom took hold of one of Melissa's hands and pulled it down between them until she was touching Mom's pussy. Melissa's fingers moved through her mom's pubic hair and over the lips, which were surprisingly warm and moist. She rubbed up and down, slowly at first, then more and more quickly, as she continued to suck on Mom's nipples, one then the other. Mom sighed and moaned and kissed the top of Melissa's head as she began to move her hips, pushing her pussy against Melissa's fingertips. "Oh yes!" Mom said in a low sensuous voice. "Oh yeah, that's good. My good little baby. Suck Mommy's nipples, my sweet little baby. Yes, yes...." Melissa did her best to suck her mom's bouncing boobs while at the same time rubbing Mom's pussy. Mom moaned and sighed some more as she moved her pussy over her daughter's fingers faster and faster, until finally she cried out and her body shuddered with orgasm. Afterward, she collapsed on top of Melissa for a few minutes, just holding her close and breathing heavily. Eventually, Mom moved off of Melissa and lay next to her on her back. She pulled Melissa close again, hugged her and kissed her forehead, and said, "You were wonderful, sweetheart." Melissa was finally able to find her voice and she said, "Mom? Did we just have lesbo sex?" Mom laughed lightly and said, "Well, we're two women, and we just made love. That doesn't necessarily mean we're lesbians, though. It's something you'll have to decide for yourself, darling. But I'll tell you, I really liked it. And I hope you did, too." "Yeah," Melissa replied. "I did." *** Melissa fell asleep in her mom's arms, but when she woke up the next morning she was laying near the edge of the bed and Mom was on her own side. Melissa, feeling strangely refreshed, sat up in bed and looked down at her mom, who was sleeping on her back peacefully. She studied her mom's beautiful face, her lovely golden hair, so much like Melissa's own. Then she carefully pulled the blankets down and looked at her mom's naked body, her large boobs and her flat belly, her slim hips and the dark golden bush of pubic hair on her pussy. Melissa recalled everything that had happened the night before, the movie the ice cream and the kissing and lovemaking with her mom, and the questions and reservations she'd had as well. Then, without really thinking about it, she reached down and began to caress Mom's boobs, first one then the other. Then she leaned over and kissed them. Then she took one large pink nipple into her young mouth and began to suck on it, thinking to herself that there wasn't anything wrong with lesbos after all. And that making love with another girl, especially her mom, really was better than chocolate. Way better. 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 42