| Meet Callie and Mylie When she was our neighbor, Callie worked hard to make a better life for herself and her 4 year old daughter Mylie. Callie was a server in a small family owned cafe and took classes on Tuesdsy and Thursday evenings at the local community college working toward an LVN nursing degree. She rented a two room house from us that was barely more than a shack and paid part of her rent by doing housework for me twice a month. So, she was aware of my being a nudist. I admired her dedication to being a good mother and her willingness to go more than an extra mile to make a good life for herself and Mylie. So, when Callie called one Thursday to tell me her sitter where she worked was ill and unable to take care of Mylie and to ask if I could keep her that evening, I said I would. Little Mylie is a very pretty girl, willowy of build, with blondish brown hair, almost green eyes, and a sweet face with a friendly smile. She, with her Mom Callie, showed up at our door at about 6PM with a bag of necessaries including pullups, her favorite toys, some coloring books and crayons, and a few little snacks. We visited at the door long enough for Mylie to feel secure with me and off Callie went to her class. Wearing a wrap to conceal my nudity, I got down on the floor with Mylie to look at her coloring books. Being almost 75 at the time, that was no small feat for me, and I had to wiggle around quite a bit to find a comfortable position. In that wiggling around my wrap had crept up my thighs and when I finally got settled into a legs straight out position with my back against the sofa, I realized that Mylie had her hand over her mouth and was giggling. I asked what she was laughing about and she pointed to my pussy which was peeking from the edge of my wrap. Mylie said, "you got hairs". I pulled my legs together and pulled the edge of my wrap down and said, "yes, I do". Mylie then said, "Momma don't have hairs". My answer was, "Oh", and she said, "I don't have hairs". Well, being a bi-sexual woman with a delight in youngsters, I said, "Can I see?". Mylie just pulled down her little girl sweat pants and then her pullups and stuck her little mound out and said , "See". And then, she put a pudgy little hand on each side of her slit and pulled it open. I know my eyes got big and when I looked at her she was smiling broadly. Can you imagine the storm that was brewing inide me? I've always loved licking my 2 girls and nowadays their daughters and here was a beautiful, bold, sweet girl offering me her delights. I wanted her so badly my head was spinning but I didn't know if Mylie really knew what she was doing, and I certainly didn't know how Callie would interpret this situation. All I could think to do was to say, "Oh Mylie, that is so pretty." She giggled and said, "Kissy". In that instant I knew she and Callie had been sexually intimate, for how else would she have known about such things. I moved my legs apart and pulled the hem of my wrap up to completely expose my pussy, and then, as she had done, I pulled the outer lips apart. She giggled, then she dropped to her all fours and crawled between my legs. She looked at my opened pussy intently and then she looked up at me and asked, "Kissy?". My heart leapt to my throat and my throat went dry as I squeaked out a "yes. Mylie lowered her face to my burning pussy and began to lick. Oh my gosh, my knees bent, my thighs opened and lifted, my head went back against the sofa, and I heard myself cry, "Yesssssssssssss" as my pussy erupted in fountains of pleasures. She was still licking me when I heard my brother cough. I looked at the door to the kichen and he was standing there grinning like a crazy man and stroking his dick. Shaking my head "no" I kept staring at him until he got the message and disappeared into the kitchen. Then I took Mylie with my hands each side of her head and pulled her up to me so that I could kiss her mouth. As we kissed I tasted myself on her lips and knew that I simply had to have her. With Mylie clasped to my bosom I turned to the side so that I could lift her to the sofa. Her sweats and pullups still dangling around her ankles, I pulled them off with her shoes. She moved her little legs apart and pulled her pussy lips open again. I managed to struggle to my knees and as soon as I could I pressed my open mouth to her plump little pussy and began to probe it with my tongue. Her response was to giggle, to twist her fingers in my hair and pull my face harder against her pussy,and, as I tongued her sweetness, she peed. Surprised by the sudden gush of pee from her I pulled my mouth away and her pee arced through the air and splashed all over my face and upper body, soaking my wrap and spilling onto the floor. It stopped and, as I looked up at her, she laughed and so did I. "Do you pee for your mommy?", I asked. She giggled and nodded a "yes". "Do you play kissy with Mommy?" another giggle and another nodded "yes". "Did you like playing kissy with me?", she said, "lots" and giggled again. I pulled her off the sofa and onto my lap as I swung around to get off my aching knees. Then, just to find out for myself, I oppened my wet wrap and shrugged it off my shoulders exposing my breasts. Mylie took one in both her hands and leaned in to suckle it's nipple. I was so happy I could have willingly died on the spot. I knew that I would face Callie with some question I already had answers for. I knew that Callie and I would have an entirely different relationship in the future. I knew that Mylie would be a big part of that future. And, with all that knowing in me I gave Mylie a big kiss and asked if she would like some ice-cream, knowing the answer to that also. We got her pullups and sweats back on, put on her shoes, got my wrap and wiped up the pee from the floor, (thank goodness it's hardwood), and off to the kitchen we went where Bobby, my brother, was already dishing up ice-cream for us. This is not the end, it's just the end of the beginning and there is much more to tell, but that will be for another time. I love remembering that night and I hope you enjoyed my telling about it. Jeanne henderson |