Little Emma's Education, Part 1

by Jane K

We sat side by side on the sofa, little Emma and me, watching TV. It's an easy way to earn a few bucks, I thought to myself. Babysit Emma for a couple of hours while her mom was out at some meeting or other, and for me, pushing forty with no kids of my own, it was fun to get to know this little minx. Only seven, but she seemed wise beyond her years, streetwise, I think they call it.

Almost her first words to me, after her mom had left and we sat down on the sofa, were:

"Wow, Jane, you got big boobies!"

And before I could get my breath and think of a response, she was fondling them vigorously, weighing them in her palms, pushing them up and squeezing them.

"Emma! Please! Nice girls don't do that!"

"I'm not a nice girl!" she replied with a giggle. "Mom says I'm a little minx, whatever that is."

I gently pulled her hands away from my breasts, but I couldn't deny that it had been a pleasurable experience. Damn! "You wanna feel mine?" she said then, lifting her teeshirt to reveal two rosebuds. She grabbed my hand and put it over her chest.

"I know they're not much now, but just you wait! I bet I will have boobies like my mom's soon."

"I am sure you will, Emma," I said, removing my hand. "Now pull your teeshirt down and let's watch the TV, ok?"

As it happened, there was something on screen that caught her attention and she settled down to watch. I can't remember now what it was, my mind was still in a turmoil trying to adjust to this little minx's frankness. I hadn't realised that kids these days were so forward. That's when I looked down and noticed that she was fingering her pussy. She had her knees drawn up under her chin, legs slightly splayed, and her fingers were busy probing her pussy through the material of her pretty cotton panties. Seven years old and she was masturbating! Unbelievable! Then I realised that it was completely unconscious, she was totally unaware that she was rubbing her slit. Or so I thought.

Later, we had a supper snack, and she showered and changed into her baby doll shortie.

"No panties?" I asked "Nah, mom says it's unhyg....., you know, unhynieg.... you know the word, like, it's not good for your pussy."

"Unhygienic?"

"Whatever."

We went back to watch more TV while she drank her night-time drink.

And again, I saw her hand plunge between her thighs, only this time, she was naked under her nightdress and it was clear that she had found her clitoris and was rubbing it dreamily.

God, I thought, I don't think I even knew I had a clit until I was in my late teens! And here was this seven-year-old jilling like it was all the rage. But surely, I thought, it's just an unconscious gesture.

She can't possibly KNOW about masturbation. She caught me looking down at her crotch.

"I like touching myself, Auntie Jane. Do you touch yourself?"

"What a question!"

"Well, do you? I know mom touches herself this way."

I think this was the moment when everything changed for me.

Everything. Just because I answered her the way I did. I could have said something else and my whole world would have been different. I SHOULD have said "No way!", but I didn't. Instead, I said - poor stupid Jane! - "I guess we all like touching ourselves that way, Emma."

She grinned.

"Yippee! I KNEW you liked touching your pussy!"

"Emma! Please! Just stop, ok?"

But it was too late.

"C'mon, Auntie Jane, let's do it together. I LOVE touching myself here!"

And she demonstrated "HERE" by splaying her legs and giving me a shameless exhibition of her little fingers probing her slit and twirling and sliding over her little button of a clit.

"C'mon, Auntie Jane! It's fun! Let's do it together."

And with this, she grabbed my hand and forced it under my skirt and up between my thighs, where, to be honest, my pussy was already VERY warm and getting wetter and more tingly by the second.

"Ooh, it's hot, your pussy! Can I see it?"

"Certainly not, Emma. What CAN you be thinking of?"

She pouted prettily then.

"I showed you mine, so you should show me yours."

And then I made my second mistake - if you regard it as a mistake - of the evening. I said:

"Emma, for goodness' sake, what would your mother say?"

Oops. Wrong thing to say! "Mom and I do it all the time."

Not a boast, not a defiant statement, just a simple matter of fact.

And it blew me away.

"D-do what?"

"We play together with our pussies. And sometimes, if she's you know like a bit crazy after a couple of drinks" - giggles - "she let's me touch hers while she touches mine."

Try keeping your composure when a horny little seven-year-old tells you something like that, and your own cunt is already on fire. I couldn't. I could feel a hot flush on my neck, my toes were already curling, I was losing it. Luck came to my rescue at that moment.

Little Emma was now so aroused that she closed her eyes, bit her bottom lip and concentrated on working the magic with her fingers, sliding them up and down her slit, probing gently, twirling the tip of her forefinger over her clitoris. She was gone, lost in that wonderful world where all you can feel and know is the amazing sensations in your crotch as the pressure builds up. I couldn't help myself now. I slid my hand inside my panties and started to masturbate in the old familiar way, loving how it felt, at home now, on familiar territory, jilling in company with a darling slutty child. There were no images in my mind now, apart from a fleeting glimpse of her mother, who I had always found attractive.

We were both so absorbed now that neither of us heard her mother come into the room.

"I see you two are getting on fine," she said. "Mind if I join you?"

And that is how it all began.

[To be continued.]