What Are You Doing, Mommy? Chapter One

by Jeneee

"What are you doing, Mommy?"

Chrissie smiled to herself as she stretched her long, slim body under the cozy blankets, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. It was almost three years ago that those five words from her sweet, then five year old daughter had 'shocked the shit' out of her, as she'd so blatantly expressed it when she'd laughed about it later with Carla, who had just turned eight last month. It marked such a turning point in their lives that it continued to repeat itself in her dreams, just as it had right then, waking her up no longer with a start, but with a loving smile as she gave thanks to whatever guardian angel was watching over her and her sweet little girl.

That day, three years ago, had changed her life in many ways – had changed both of their lives. When Carla was only four years old, her daddy, Chrissie's husband, had walked out on them, apologizing with embarrassment for living the lie he had been perpetrating since he had met her - mainly for the benefit of his family and friends. He'd finally admitted to her that he was gay, had a boyfriend, and couldn't continue the pretence of being a father and husband. The shock of that moment was equivalent to him having struck her across the face, and it took a long time for Chrissie to get over that life-changing revelation.

She had always been conscious of his seeming lack of interest in sex with her, even before they had gotten married - which frustrated her to no end because she was a very sexual person – but at the same time she consoled herself by thinking that at least he wasn't just marrying her for the sex. Sometimes she even caught herself wondering if he had a girlfriend but shrugged that thought off as her just being slightly paranoid. But this admission on his part had really 'shocked the shit' out of her. She giggled now at the re-occurrence of that phrase as it flitted through her mind once again.

After he had left them she consoled herself by dragging guy after guy back to her place on evenings and weekends, revelling in the hot sex she was now able to enjoy without feeling guilty of cheating on her husband. She really hoped she'd be able to find a new daddy for Carla but most of her lovers weren't interested in becoming involved to that extent – they just wanted a hot fuck with no responsibilities attached. Carla was usually asleep when her mother entertained visitors, but once in a while, particularly on weekends, the little girl tended to get in the way somewhat - at least as far as several of her lovers were concerned.

But then came the magical night which marked the turning point in Chrissie's and Carla's lives. She'd returned home from an evening of drinking with Jason, an older guy she'd met at a local bar. They were both feeling good, but not drunk – Chrissie always made it a point to go easy on the booze while she was out so that she could enjoy the frolicking that inevitably took place with her partner when they finally got home. After her babysitter had assured her that Carla had been no trouble at all, and was now sound asleep in her bedroom, she'd left, winking slyly at Carrie as she eyed this good looking mature guy she'd brought home.

Wasting no time, she and Jason headed straight for her bedroom, quickly stripping off their clothes, flinging them on the floor and plunging right away into a hot and heavy session of oral sex which soon ended up with her on her hands and knees being poled from behind by a very hard cock, a position she just loved. The sounds of his body slapping against hers as she thrust back against him, along with his grunts and her moans, had made them both oblivious of their young visitor. That is, until...

"What are you doing, Mommy?"

Immediately they both froze in mid stroke. Chrissie shrieked as she turned her head to see Carla standing beside the bed staring at her, wide-eyed, wearing only her baggy, white panties - which had half fallen down from her skinny hips - holding onto her pink, woolly blanket which she'd dragged along behind her. Jason's cock audibly plopped from Carrie's dripping pussy and sprang up with a slap against his body as she pulled forward away from him, trying to decide how to respond to her little girl who obviously and quite understandably had no idea what her mommy was up to.

"Just playing big girl games," she stammered. It was the only thing she was able to come up with, and she added almost pleadingly, "you should get back to bed, honey. It's really late and you should be asleep." But Carla's curiosity had been aroused and she had no intentions of going back to bed.

Instead she looked up at Jason with a puzzled frown on her cute little face. "What's that?" she asked, pointing at his cock, which was showing absolutely no signs of shrinking. In fact, as the young girl stared at it she saw it throb against his tummy which caused her mouth to open wide in amazement.

He grinned at Carla and, picking up on what Carrie had told her he replied, smiling at the cute little girl, "That's my big boy toy I use to play your mommy's big girl games." Carla shuffled closer and stared at it, her baggy panties falling down even lower in the process so that she now completely exposed her puffy mound and the cute little slit between her plump lips.

"It's all wet and wiggly," she giggled. "Can I play with it too?" she asked shyly, dropping her blanket and reaching out a tiny hand toward his cock, which chose that moment to throb once more. Carla jumped back and giggled again, unable to take her eyes off of it.

"Oh, it wiggled again," she shrieked with glee. Carrie, who felt like she was frozen in time, remained speechless, her mind willing her daughter to go back to bed, while her dripping pussy ached to be filled again to satisfy her overwhelming need to be fucked hard.

"Sure you can play with it sweetie, but only if I can play with yours, too," Jason replied slyly, his eyes fastening on the little girl's plump pussy which was now fully on display, her panties having completely fallen, landing down around her tiny ankles.

But that was all it took for Carrie to come to her senses. She turned around and jumped from the bed glaring at Jason. "Don't you dare touch her," she yelled. "Get your fucking clothes on and get the hell out of my house, you pervert. Now!" she exclaimed, pointing at the bedroom door as Carla looked on in shock at her mother's sudden outburst.

He shrugged and stood up, putting up his hands in an 'okay, okay,' self-defence gesture and reached down to the floor to grab his underwear. As he pulled them up he grinned playfully at Carla and grabbed his cock - which had by now started to soften - and teasingly waggled it at the young girl who was still staring at it, but now with a puzzled look on her face, wondering in her little mind why it had suddenly changed shape, and also why her mommy had become so angry. "One of these days you'll get to play with one of these, little girl," Jason added, winking at Carla.

"Out! Get out!" growled Carrie, reaching for Carla and hugging her to her side, then lifting her up into her arms and holding her tightly against her naked breasts.

"Alright, alright, I'm going," he grumbled, quickly pulling on the rest of his clothes and leaving, slamming the door loudly behind him. With a sigh of relief Carrie plopped down on the bed again, fighting the tears which were threatening to erupt as her sweet daughter sprawled on top of her, arms around her mommy's neck, her head snuggled under her chin, trying to understand what had just happened. They lay there together in silence for what seemed like a long time until Carrie realized that Carla was starting to fall asleep. She gently nudged her little girl and whispered softly into her ear.

"Sweetie, I think it's time for you to go back to bed now. Mommy's tired too," she told her, kissing the top of Carla's head as she felt her little girl's arms tighten around her neck once more.

"No, Mommy, I want to sleep with you," she whined, and then added before Carrie could answer, "What did that man mean when he said he wanted to play with mine? My what? I don't have one of those things. It looked so funny when it wiggled all by itself and I was so wanting to stroke it. And why was it so wet and shiny like that?"

Carrie groaned to herself. So many questions - and this is probably only the beginning she realized, as she pictured in her mind Carla's tiny hand reaching out, and the effect that it had had on Jacob as his cock jerked in response. Her daughter lifted her head and looked at her mom, waiting for answers.

Oh my god, how do I start, Carrie thought. Looking into Carla's eyes she decided right there and then that the best approach was to be honest, something her parents never were with her when it came to sex.

"That thing is called a penis, sweetie; and no, you don't have one because you are a girl, silly. Only boys have them. You and mommy have vaginas - that's the real name for your pee pee," she smiled, wondering what to say next. "And some girls call it their pussy or their cunnie," she added as an afterthought.

Carla sat up and plunked herself down on her mother's chest, spreading her legs and giggling as she watched Carrie's breasts wobble. "So he wanted to touch my pee pee, my pussy then, Mommy? Is that what he meant?" she asked, playfully bouncing one of Carrie's boobs with her tiny hands as she looked down between her legs at her own little pussy, a little puzzled why the man would want to play with it.

Carrie nodded, feeling her nipples start to harden from Carla's touch. Squeezing her thighs tightly together she became conscious not only of the wetness that still remained between her legs from being fucked by Jason, but now she also became aware of the newly secreting moisture her aroused pussy was beginning to produce as her daughter's warm, soft, naked body squirmed against her.

"So why didn't you let him, Mommy?" she asked. "Touch me, I mean. Then I could have played with his big boy toy," she giggled, continuing her stream of questions, remembering what the man had called his funny looking thing as she leaned down over her mother's face and playfully bit her nose.

Carrie couldn't believe how the picture that was beginning to form in her mind - her little girl gripping Jason's hard cock - was starting to turn her on even more. She quickly blanked it out of her mind, mentally slapping herself for even imagining it. Instead she reached up and hugged Carla to her breast more tightly until her daughter finally spluttered, "Mommy, you're squeezing me so tight, let me go!" as she wiggled, trying to free herself from her mother's grasp.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I didn't mean to hurt you. Mommy loves you so much," she told her little girl, giving her a quick kiss on her soft, pink lips and releasing her grip a little, sliding her hands down Carla's back until they cupped her sweet, tiny butt cheeks. Able to breath again, Carla smiled at her mom and wiggled some more on top of her until one of her feet slipped between Carrie's legs and rested on her vulva, once again sending sparks through her mother's already aroused body.

"I love you too, Mommy," she sighed, resting her head on one of Carrie's soft breasts, giggling again as the pointy nipple this time poked inside her ear.

"Mommy?" she asked again. "Can I sleep with you tonight? Please? Pretty please?" she half begged. This was something that rarely happened, and usually only when Carla was not feeling well, but the thought of her daughter curled softly against her under the blankets somehow excited Carrie even more, and she whispered playfully into her ear that yes, tonight she could.

That wonderful night, three years ago, was the start of a beautiful, new and loving relationship between Carrie and her daughter.

To be continued...