What Are You Doing, Mommy, Chapter Two

by Jeneee

Please make sure you have read chapter one so you know what's happened so far in the story. And Carla's mommy is Carrie, not Chrissie as I mistakenly wrote at first in chapter one. Little Carla really bawled me out for that goof, lol

It was one of those beautiful summer days that makes you feel glad to be alive. Carrie sat on the playground bench soaking up the sun in her white shorts and skimpy halter top watching her daughter as Carla enjoyed herself on the swings wearing an even skimpier outfit – her favorite bikini bottoms and a barely-there top strung loosely across her smooth, flat chest, covering not much more than her tiny pink nipples. Every once in a while she would smile at her mom and give her a quick wave.

"Cute little girl," the woman sitting on the other end of the bench commented as she glanced over at Carrie. "She your daughter?" she asked.

"Yes, she is," Carrie replied, turning to look at the pretty, dark-haired lady who seemed to be appreciatively appraising her. "And thanks," she added. "For saying she's cute, I mean."

The other woman, who looked to be in her late thirties, smiled, glancing once again at Carla as she swung back and forth. "Well, she is. Cute as a button. Reminds me of my daughter when she was that age. How old is she then? About eight?"

Carrie nodded. "Her birthday was last month. They grow so fast, don't they - only seems like yesterday when she was born. How old is yours?" she asked, glancing around the playground to see if she could spot another young girl who might look something like this woman.

"Oh, Melody is fifteen now. Her birthday was last Saturday. And yes, they do grow fast. Got a mind of her own, my Melody has. Thinks she knows it all," she giggled. "By the way, my name is Sandra. We just moved into the neighbourhood a couple of weeks ago. Nice to meet you...?"

Carrie reached out her hand. "I'm Carrie," she introduced herself. "And my little swinging sweetie over there is Carla," she smiled. "And you don't have to be fifteen to think you know it all," she chuckled. "Just ask Carla. She's wise way beyond her years. Is Melody not here then, at the playground I mean?" Carrie asked, not having seen any teenage girls in the vicinity.

"No, she's at home, studying for her upcoming exams I hope," Sandra smiled, watching closely as Carla gave an extra push off on her swing and rode it even higher, letting out a long 'weeeeee' as she looked down over her shoulder at the ground below, her coltish legs spread wide, the thin material of her bikini bottoms snugged tightly over her prominent mound – a mound Carrie had now become ever so familiar with, a mound that now captivated her even more as the thin material of her bikini seemed to probe deeper and deeper into the slit between the little girls' plump pudenda with every swing she took. Carrie squirmed a little on the bench, feeling her own dampness beginning to leak from between her lips, feeling that familiar urge beginning to build once more.

"Adventurous, too, isn't she," Sandra laughed, interrupting Carrie's thoughts, also seemingly captivated by the young girl's playful antics as she, too, found her eyes drawn to the apparently innocent display Carla was putting on with her legs spread apart so widely. If she's not careful, Sandra found herself thinking - even hoping - one of her lips is going to pop out from beneath that bikini.

"Oh, by the way," she heard herself blurt out, forcing her eyes back over to Carrie, "if you ever need a babysitter Melody has had lots of experience and I'm sure she would be happy to help you out anytime. Either at your place or ours, whatever works best for you," she added with a smile. "She doesn't charge much but she can always use a few extra dollars to buy all the makeup she seems to go through so quickly. Not to mention the clothes. Teenage girls," she shrugged. "Never seem to be satisfied with the way they look."

It only took the word 'babysitter' to take Carrie back to that memorable evening three years ago when she finally realized why she had never been completely satisfied with the way she was. Or more accurately, when she finally realized who she really was.

With Carla snuggled warmly against her after agreeing she could sleep with her that evening after kicking Jason out, Carrie had reached down and pulled the bedclothes up over them enjoying the feeling of her little girl's soft body clinging against her, Carla's foot coming to rest between her mother's thighs which had spread slightly to accommodate it. One of her hands was clasped around Carrie's neck, while the other perched innocently over one of her breasts.

As most young girls do, Carla squirmed a little trying to get comfortable resulting in her big toe – well, it was still a tiny big toe then – rubbing against Carrie's still aroused clit, and her little fingers gently pinching the pointy nipple of her mother's somewhat flattened boob.

Carrie couldn't help herself from moaning slightly as she felt her pussy starting to moisten even more from her little girl's touch and one of her hands automatically found itself slipping over Carla's plump bottom and pressing her tiny body more firmly against her as one of her fingers gently slipped between her cheeks, its tip resting on top of the small, tight rosebud that even then seemed to open slightly from the pressure of her probing.

"Oh my god," Carrie silently whispered under her breath as her other hand reached down to press Carla's tiny foot more tightly against her now soaking pussy. Her arousal from Jason's fucking had returned in spades, and she found her mind suddenly beginning to fill with visions, a kaleidoscope of fluttering pictures dancing through her as she slowly gave way to the raw sexual sensations building rapidly and uncontrollably within her.

Carla giggling as she reached out to try to touch Jason's cock, but then pulling away in awe as it suddenly jerked.

Jason staring at Carla's puffy little mound, a sly smile on his face as her panties had by then fallen completely down around her ankles.

NO! Dammit! Leave her alone. But what if he hadn't? Oh my god! What would she have done? Noooo!

Aroused even more, she pushed tightly against Carla's toe, rubbing it against her now drenched cunt as she thrust her hips upward toward it, pressing the whole foot tightly against her pussy. Spreading her lips. Trying to slip all of the tiny toes inside her.

Her other finger worked its way down lower, probing between her little girl's plump labia, spreading them – oh my god, she's slippery and my finger is getting soaked from her sweet juices. Mmmm! She's aroused, just like me!

Up again, to her rosebud, her tight little rosebud. Slipping the tip of the finger inside. Twirling it around.

"Mommy! What are you doing, Mommy? Ohhh, Mommy!"

Feeling her nipple being pinched more tightly now.

"Shhhh, baby. Shhhh!"

The finger slips inside even more deeply - soft, so smooth in there. Velvety smooth. And hot, so hot. Probing deeper into her tight asshole.

Feeling her baby's mound pressing tightly against her now, squirming as the little girl started to enjoy the strange, new feelings building inside her.

Her foot, oh my god, it's inside my cunt even more. Oh fuck, it feels soooo good.

Humping up against her. Fingering her asshole, deeper.

And then - another vision. Her daddy – some guy's cock buried deep in his ass.

Oh nooo, shake that thought off! Oh my god, he musta loved that.

Carla, do you like this finger in your asshole? Oh, baby, you're panting, humping against mommy.

I'm humping up against your foot. We're both...

"Mommy! Mommy! What are you...oh Mommy! Ohhh, Mommy!"

Oh my god, I'm gonna cum, oh fuck, yeah. I'm cumming!

Oh baby, your asshole! It's clenching my finger, oh, it's pulsing, tight, then loose again. Oh my sweet little Carla!

"Mommyyyyyyy. Wha..."

And they collapsed. Exhausted. Completely drained. But now joined, forever.

And Carrie now understood her ex-husband. Forgave him. She gazed longingly and lovingly into her little girl's eyes as they slowly opened once more, a strange, puzzled look on her pretty face. Her breathing back to normal.

The questions would come. Would they ever! And she'd answer them. Later. But now it was time to kiss. To seal their love with a sweet kiss. Their lips met, softly at first, gently caressing each other. Then opening, tongues probing, then licking. Then more urgently. But then slowly cooling down again, enjoying the afterglow.

Carrie looked tenderly into her little girl's eyes. "Mommy loves you so much, baby. So, so much."

Tiny arms reached up. "And I love you, Mommy."

Carrie's face broadened into a big smile.

"Are you okay?" It was Sandra, snapping her suddenly back to the present. "You went blank there for a minute," she laughed. "Trying to imagine Carla as a teenager, maybe?" she prompted.

Carrie giggled. "Not really, just realizing how much she's grown in the last three years." How much we've grown, she added to herself as Carla finally jumped off the swing and ran towards them, tugging at her bikini bottoms which seemed threatening to fall down if she wasn't careful. She kinda hoped they would. She found herself wanting Sandra to see her sweetheart's beautiful pussy. She blushed at the thought.

Carla jumped on to Carrie's lap and threw her arms around her neck, looking somewhat shyly sideways at the other pretty lady on the bench who was smiling at her.

"This is Sandra," Carrie told her daughter. "She and her daughter just moved into the area. Say hi to her, sweetie."

Carla scrambled from her mother's lap, once again tugging at her bikini bottoms, and walked over to Sandra, holding out her hand. "Hi Sandra, I'm Carla, so what's your little girl's name?"

Sandra took Carla's soft hand and held it in both of hers. "Melody is her name, dear. But she's not really little anymore. She just turned fifteen, so she's getting to be a big girl now," she smiled.

"She must be pretty if she looks like you," Carla said with a giggle. "I hope I can meet her sometime."

Sandra found herself almost blushing at the little girl's compliment and almost stammered when she replied. "W...why, thank you sweetie. And you are very pretty too, Carla, and I'm so glad we met. I was telling your mommy that if she ever needs a babysitter for you, Melody would be happy to help out. She used to babysit for another little girl where we used to live, so I know she'd love to do the same for you, too."

Carla smiled over at her mother. "Can she, Mommy? That is, when we need someone? That other lady is nice but she's kinda old. It'd be cool to have this lady's – Sandra's Melody - instead. Can we?"

Carrie agreed, smiling at Sandra who realized she was still holding Carla's hand in hers, and finally, blushingly, she let it go.

And so it was. Melody became Carla's babysitter and the two families soon became very close friends.