Kari, My Love

by JetBoy

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I'm going to write this down, then hide it away. Better yet, burn it. But I need to see the whole story in print first, if only to prove that this is actually happening to me, that I'm not living out some crazy, delirious dream.

The reason why this story seethes inside me, demanding to be told, is -- well, let me lay it on the table for you. I have a lover.

Ah, you think, so that's what all this is all about. Well, yes and no. What's so unnerving, yet astonishing, is that this lover I'm speaking of is... my daughter Keri. My beautiful, adorable little ten-year-old.

I can only imagine the expression on your face as you digest that tidbit of information. Disgust, outrage, righteous anger. What kind of mother would have sex with her own little girl? you ask yourself. A monster, that's who.

So some might think, anyhow, and I can't say I blame them. I'm sure I would have felt the same way, before... all this. Before I found such passion, such love, such raw, naked desire... and all in the arms of my enchanting little third grader.

Whatever. Before I get bogged down in questions of wrong and right, I have to set down how it all came to pass. To recall, but also to relive every delicious moment...

It's been almost six months now since little Pamela was born. My second daughter. That's really how this whole thing got started. I wanted another child, but this time I did it without the assistance of a man. After my divorce five years earlier, I had been single and happy, choosing the lovers I wanted -- some male, mostly female -- but this baby was to be mine and mine only.

So I had myself artificially inseminated at the Pembroke Center, a local feminist clinic... and nine months later, my beautiful Pamela was born.

That's the prologue. Now comes the story itself. How, with a bit of help from baby Pam, I found the love of my life... and in the last place I'd have expected it to be.

First, let me set the scene. I was in my big comfy chair in the living room corner, by the crib, nursing Pamela. It was a warm evening in June, and Keri was sprawled out on the floor in front of me, reading Harry Potter.

Nursing was wonderful. Feeding Pam was almost sexual, that's how hungry I was for it. I'd idly tease my swollen nipples, loving the sweet surge I'd feel through my core, traveling from womb to heart and back again. Pammie's tiny sucking mouth, her little hands groping for my breasts, the tiny wet sounds she made as she sated her appetite... just thinking about feeding her would send a sweet fluttery feeling through my belly, as if I was really going to be making love instead. Once, while Keri had been at school, I actually masturbated to a lovely orgasm while my infant girl fed from me.

Everything seemed to affect me in such a sensual way... whether it was the summer breeze, or the low throb of a motorcycle passing by, or a moment like the one on this particular day when, while nursing the baby, I glanced over at Keri.

She was dressed as she always was on a summer morning: skimpy t-shirt and panties. But as she lay there on her stomach before me, her little ten-year-old fidgety girl bottom suddenly seemed mysteriously enticing to me. It had been months since I'd made love to a woman... and more years than I'd care to admit since I had explored childish sex games with my best friend Kimmy at the age of twelve.

Which meant that this heightened sensuality I was experiencing seemed to make my daughter's half-dressed body seem... well, desirable.

I chuckled inwardly at my outlandish arousal, and looked back down at baby Pam, cuddled in my arms. I watched her nurse for awhile, then I happened to look up again... and there was Keri, leaning against the doorway, watching me. I winked at her, and she sent a small, fleeting grin back.

Now I must say that Keri had been quite wonderful, since her new sister's birth; what with the huge change in our household, and having to make do with less attention than she had become used to. Thankfully, she seemed to understand that my life had to center around Pam for the time being, and displayed an admirable amount of patience with me.

Pam had fallen asleep. I carefully rose, my breasts still bare, and tucked her into the crib. Then I reached for my shirt and began to put it on.

"You're... leaking." Keri softly said, her face expressionless.

I looked down, and indeed, milk still oozed from my just-sucked nipple. "It does that, honey." I touched the fluid with a fingertip, making my breast tingle deliciously. I'd usually get a little giddy from nursing... and these days, it seemed like I was always aroused. "Mmmmm... it's nice and warm, too." I cooed, smiling up at Keri.

She giggled nervously, took a small step forward, then froze. It seemed as if she had something she wanted to say.

"What, honey? Did you want to ask me something?"

She actually blushed. Then she crossed her legs together and twisted her upper half from side to side, rolling her eyes. "It's sooo silly!"

"Sweetheart, I'm sure it's not that silly... now what?"

"No. You'd think I was weird." She looked down at her feet, still crossed.

I said nothing, just waited.

She peered up at me from beneath her dark brows. I saw her glance at my still bared breasts.

I looked down again, then up. "Keri?"

"Hmm?" Her skinny arms were now folded behind her back.

"Is it about my breasts?"

Keri blushed, hugely this time, then nodded quickly. "Honey, come here." She pigeon-toed over, arms still held behind her. She stood about neck-high to my breasts, resolutely looking me in the eye. I leaned down and kissed her forehead. I felt my breast brush her shoulder... and another rush of pleasure surged through my nipple.

"Keri... you can ask me anything, honey, you know that. Anything at all." She was staring at my breasts now, her mouth slightly open. "What it it, honey? Hmm?" I touched my nipple again. Mmm, that felt good. "Tell me."

She opened her mouth, closed it. Then she shyly spoke. "Why doesn't it... stop leaking when Pam is, is finished?"

I smiled, loving how it felt when I ran my thumb over the slick nipple... and also loving the slightly illicit feel of fondling myself in front of my daughter. Ooh, wicked, I thought. "Well, they don't know she's finished. My breasts still have more if she wants it."

Keri looked at my breast, at my fingers brushing my nipples. She looked up at me again, and I could see, yes, she looked... hungry.

At that moment I realized something I hadn't before: how often Keri seemed to be nearby when I was feeding her sister, as if she were fascinated by the sight... me, half-naked and cradling the baby to my breast, Pammie's sucking mouth fastened to an engorged nipple, drinking her fill of my sweet milk.

A tendril of excitement spun through me -- and a wild idea popped into my head. Really wild.

"Keri?" I looked sideways at her, barely able to believe I was going to do this. "Do you want a taste?"

Oh, what a precious reaction. I watched her eyes open, dilate, flutter; her mouth opened, she took a deep breath as if elated, but not wanting to let it show. She smiled slightly, started to nod, then nodded faster, grinning excitedly.

"Come, honey..." I sat down on the couch, put my arms around Keri and drew her in to me, placing her between my legs.

I lifted my round, ripe breast to her mouth. "Here," I murmured, "Go ahead..."

Keri leaned in slightly and touched her lips to my nipple. She looked up at me, then took the tip of my breast into her warm mouth.

And she began to suckle. Oh, my, she did. And the difference between being nursed by Keri and Pam was so urgently sexual... Keri's mouth sucked hard. Tenderly, but hard. And I felt my milk flow so deliciously into my little girl's mouth... ohhhhh God yes, so good... it was like being made love to.

I watched Keri's eyes close contentedly as she drank, purring with pleasure. And as she did, her hips shifted and wriggled, her body tightly pressed against my barely clad pussy.

Mmmmmm, yes. I was already incredibly aroused... and I realized, with a mixture of concern and joyous abandon, that my little girl was going to make me come.

I tried not to let it show... but I did, perhaps unconsciously, trail my hand down to her bottom to pull her hips and body even harder against me.

And I think Keri was feeling something more herself, because her suckling became a bit fiercer, and she seemed to be grinding herself into my throbbing sex.

I did, umm, rave a bit, let's call it that. Just as one might to a lover in the midst of ecstasy. Little endearments, loving words. "Mmm, yes, that's a good girl, that's right, mmm... ohhh, I'm so glad I can do this for you, honey. Oh, honey... that's lovely, Keri... oh. Oh!"

Her bottom felt so good in my hand. It seemed to contract and pulse every time she swallowed.

I did come. And I think that Keri knew, somehow. When I did, she just hugged me tightly, then her lips broke away from my nipple with a wet sound. I nearly moaned when she placed several tender kisses on my breasts, then we snuggled together for a long time.

I must have been in a sort of stupor, or perhaps a daydream... because when I came back to the real world, I found I was slumped back on the couch, languidly stroking and fondling Keri's little bottom while we hugged. It was like stepping from a dream to reality in a cold flash -- and I immediately slid my hands up to her back, amazed that I'd been touching my daughter in that way.

A small mew of discontent came from between my breasts. I watched Keri's little panty-clad butt squirm a bit. Her big brown eyes looked up at me, her mouth still wet with my milk. "Why'd you stop?"

I couldn't believe what I heard. "Stop... what, honey?"

She wiggled her butt again. "Rubbing my bottom." Her cheeks squeezed together. "I liked you rubbing my bottom."

Now, this was too weird. She's your daughter. Who you've fought with, and spoonfed, and spoiled, and punished...

And, God help me, I looked at her pert little butt and felt lust. What was happening to me? Stall for time.

"You... you liked that?"

"Mmm-hmm," she murmured emphatically.

My hand wavered, brushing her back... and I watched wide-eyed as she reached up, grasped my hand and, very pointedly, placed it on her butt. Again, she hit me with those big eyes. "Mommy... rub my bottom."

All right, then... my hand moved, tentatively at first, lightly circling her cheeks.

"Do it harder, Mommy."

Like a backrub, right? But... lower. I tentatively allowed the other hand to join in this new game... and then I was knowingly doing what I'd been unconscious of before: touching my little girl's ass as if she were a lover. Only now, I was using both hands.

Soft, deep circles and squeezes, easing into a steady rhythm. I noticed that, whenever my hands would meet to spread her little cheeks, Keri would sigh and arch her back.

Her small voice again, from against my breasts: "Mmmm... that feels so nice, Mommy."

"Good, honey. I'm glad." My breathing was getting a bit heavier as my hands warmed to their task. Stroke, circle, stroke, squeeze, spread, circle...

I smelled myself... smelled us. My heat, her breath, and... her sex. I could, I swear I could detect a new scent in the room -- the spicy musk of Keri's pussy. And her bottom seemed SO much softer now, and more... open to me, somehow. I could feel a growing wet spot in my panties. Okay, maybe we shouldn't be doing this...

"Mommy?" This was almost a whisper, and so urgent-sounding that I stopped in mid-stroke. I looked down at those brown eyes, so soft and dreamy, her cheeks pink with pleasure. "Please, could you touch... inside my bottom? In the middle?"

My heart nearly stopped. "In the... middle?"

Her little hand reached around again, this time to put my open hand directly on the crack of her ass. "Right there." My stars...

I began to slowly stroke up and down, fingers pressing slightly into Keri's panty-covered cleft. I watched her eyes close.

"Like this?" I breathed.

She nodded, snuggling her face into my breasts. "Just... mmmmm, oh yes..." she murmured.

I caressed my daughter's crack more firmly now, my heart pounding. Oh my God. This child, my own little girl, had been transformed into a sexual creature in my hungry hands. My fingers felt the rosebud of her anus, traced the tiny cleft between her cheeks. She was so warm there, the material of her cotton panties growing damp...

Keri made tiny noises at my chest, little coos and mewings, as my eager fingers stroked and smoothed down, down into the hidden crevice of her babyish slit. As soon as I touched her there, her little butt arched into my hand and her legs slid out, stockinged feet sliding along the hardwood floor.

Oh, my beautiful little girl, my darling Keri, I'm going to make you come. Mommy's going to make you feel like you've never felt before. And I felt her opening to me, my fingers twisting along her smooth vulva, my thumb pressing firmly against her asshole. Her mouth was open, breath hot against my skin... Keri blindly nuzzling my breasts.

And she raised her head, her eyes wide as she called out to me, panting, "Mmmommy, oh Mommy, oh it feels so, so good, I'm... mmmMMMMmmm, ohhhh, Mommeeeeee..."

All of a sudden, Keri thrust herself away from me and leapt to her feet. Her lower lip trembled, and she put a hand down between her legs, covering her mound as her eyes filled with tears.

"Keri? What is it, honey?" I reached for her...

She sobbed once, then turned and stumbled up the stairs.

Oh God oh God oh God... what have I done to my little girl? Stricken to the heart, I numbly stood, pausing to check on the baby, then followed my baby upstairs, hastily buttoning my shirt as I went.

At the door I could see Keri face down on her bed, sobbing loudly. I was devastated.

I sat on the bed by my daughter, lightly touching her hair. "Honey," I began, "I am so sorry --"

Immediately she flung herself at me, and wept into my chest. "No, no, no," she cried.

"Shhh, shh, angel, hush."

Her sobbing abated somewhat, and she whimpered, "I'm just... I'm so stupid, I am so..." and she burst into tears again.

"Keri, honey, shhhhh. It's all right, baby. Shhhh." I stroked her hair as I held her to me, comforting my unhappy child as best I could.

When she'd quieted somewhat, I cupped her face in my hands. "Honey, you are not at all stupid. Why did you say that?"

Her lip trembled, but held. "'Cause... cause I got so scared..."

"What, honey? What scared you? The way that... how you were starting to feel when I touched you?"

My little girl nodded, her short brown hair bobbing. "It got so, so big that I just... I thought I was going to explode... and it m-made me afraid." Tears welled in her brown eyes once more, threatening to spill over.

I kissed her sweaty temple, then looked into her eyes. "Keri, love... you are such a sweet, wonderful girl." I stroked her cheek. "And you know that I would never, ever do anything to hurt you." I brushed a loose strand of hair from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. "That feeling, honey... well, it just gets better, and better, until it feels better than anything you've ever felt before," I crooned as I rocked her in my arms. "But it just seems like an explosion, sweetheart... it's not real. I just wanted you to feel it for yourself. But it's all right if you aren't ready for that, honey. You don't --"

"But I want to!" Sitting upright in my lap, she grabbed my hand with both of hers and held it to her chest. "I do, Mommy, I really, really want to!"

And she gave me a brave little smile! Oh, my. I opened my arms to her and hugged her tightly, tightly. We rocked together.

"Ohhh, Keri, Keri. I love you, sweetheart, so much."

She murmured into my chest. "I love you, too, Mommy." Her mood already seemed better, and I breathed a soft sigh of relief.

"Mommy," said Keri as she unfurled from me, "can you, um, touch me like that some more? I want to feel it all this time." My eyebrows must have risen at that, because she giggled. "I do, I do!"

I looked around the room casually, trying to conceal the sudden pounding of my heart. Finally, I spoke. "How do you want me to... touch you, honey?"

"Oh!" She stared at me. "Ummm... well, I like when you touched my bottom... and, uh, my missy," she said with a little blush.

"Okay..." I couldn't believe this day, this moment, or what I wanted to do with my child. What I would do with her. I sat there, panties damp, watching my daughter thinking, deciding how she wanted me to make her come.

A dream? Possibly. But I'm not waking up, if I can help it.

I touch Keri's cheek. "Do you want to stand up, sit, or lie down?"

"Um, sit." Then, "Wait!" as I began to turn. "What do you mean, 'lie down,' Mommy?"

"Well... I'd lie down, and you'd lie on top of me."

She looked at the bed, then up at me again. "And you'd... touch my bottom?"

I smiled, and nodded. "I surely would."

She grinned. "Then lying down."

I reached for her hand, squeezing it, then lay back where I sat and scootched back until my head was resting on Keri's pillow. Now I was face up on the bed, waiting for my little girl.

She stared for a moment, then scrambled over to lie on top of me, buoyant with glee. "This is so so so so neat!" She hugged me tightly. I felt her thighs straddle my waist.

"Mmm, my little angel," I cooed, my hands stroking her back.

"Touch my bot-tom, touch my bot-tom..." she sang, her tummy wriggling against mine.

And I reached down to fondle my daughter's adorable little rump.

"Mmmmmm..." She snuggled into me, and I savored the feeling of her panty-clad bottom in my hands. A perfect fit.

Suddenly her head lifted again, and Keri was looking down at me. "Mommy?"

"What, honey?"

"Um..." Now she was a little embarrassed. "Nothing." Suddenly blushing, she quickly lay back down.

"Keri?" I whispered, still lightly stroking that soft little bottom. "What is it, sweetheart? You can tell me..."

Again she popped up, concentrated, decided. "Can I... take my panties off first?" She grimaced and buried her face back into my chest.

"Silly girl, of course you can. That's a very good idea." I pretended to think for a bit. "In fact, honey... why don't you take everything off? You'd be more comfortable, I bet."

Her head popped up. "Cool!" She grinned, then jumped up to stand above me. Off with the t-shirt, down with the panties, and then... she dives back down. Mmmmmmmm, naked little Keri against me.

"Hmm," I mused aloud. "Should I take off my clothes? I don't know..."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"

"Think so?" She nodded vigorously. "Well then, I guess I will." I sat up, unbuttoning my shirt, then slipped it off, casting it to the floor. "Want to take my panties off, honey?"

Big surprised grin. "Sure!" She knelt between my legs, her lips pursed in concentration, grasping the waistband with both hands. And she slowly tugged my panties down as I lifted my hips.

She stopped midway as my thick black bush was revealed. "Cool," she breathed. She extended a hand, then halted, looking up at me.

I nodded my approval, and she lightly touched my lush pubes, her mouth a perfect O... then she grinned. "It's... it's like a sweater!"

I laughed. "A nice sweater, too. It keeps my pussy warm."

At that, she mock-pouted, staring down at her own hairless slit. "No fair!"

"Oh, now... I think your pussy is beautiful, Keri." She bashfully ducked her head, and I added, "I like to be able to see all of you."

Flopping back, she spread her legs wide for me, singing "Ta-DAA!"

"Yaaaay!" I cheered. I meant it, too. "Come on, now -- finish taking my panties off, honey." She scrambled to whisk them down and off, carelessly throwing them aside.

Now we were both naked... and at that instant, the realization of what I was about to do to my ten-year-old daughter hit me like a hard slap.

Incest. That was the word for it. And pedophilia.

But those were only words, and I refused to be afraid of them. I wanted Keri, I loved her more than my own life, and I was going to make her feel wonderful.

"Now," I purred, opening my arms, "come here, angel."

And she did, oh she did, my little naked Keri, sliding her warm, bare body against mine, grinding her baby-smooth vulva into my belly as she settled onto me, burying her face in my breasts.

"Mmmm, this is great!" she murmured.

"Uh-huh..." And my hand slid right down to cup her bare bottom.

I began to caress and fondle that adorable little ass of hers, gradually allowing my fingers to glide through her butt crack, teasing her anus. She'd respond by squeezing me with her cheeks, mewling with delight.

Then my fingers separated... one down, down to brush her soft pussy, to touch the warmth of her sticky slit. My thumb now circling her tiny asshole, pressing in gently. And Keri trembled in my arms as the sweet sensations that pulsed through her body grew more and more intense.

Then she gasped as I slipped the tip of my finger into her vagina. "Oh, Mommy," she whimpered.

With my free hand I lifted my daughter's face to mine. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open.

"I love you, baby," I breathed, transfixing Keri with a desire-filled gaze, wanting to convey to my child the need, the hunger I felt for her right then. I placed a soft kiss on her mouth, my tongue emerging to lick at her lower lip as I continued to fuck her with probing fingers.

Her brow furrowed as her pleasure grew and grew, my little girl hurtling towards meltdown. She stared at me helplessly as her orgasm neared, her entire body beginning to shudder and shake.

And then, it was upon her. "Ohh, Mommy... I'm... mmmMMMMmmm... oooh... I'm, I'm, I'm gonna, I think... mmmm, Mommy! OHHHHHH!" And she cried out wordlessly as her body was racked by jolts of purest ecstasy. I'd never seen such a beautiful sight as that of my baby, coming for the first time. And I was making it happen...

I took Keri through her climax, continuing to pleasure my baby until she could take no more... then I removed my fingers from her, feeling my daughter sigh blissfully as she relaxed atop me. I cuddled Keri close, bringing my fingers, moist from her, up to my lips to taste. Yum, ambrosia.

Keri quickly fell asleep in my arms... and I tucked her spent body under the sheet and just looked at her. Such a little colt... so fragile, so trusting. So adorable. And so, so, luscious. Oh, my, yes.

I didn't want to spend that night alone in my bed, so I tiptoed down to fetch Pamela, still snoozing peacefully in her crib, and gently carried her upstairs to the nursery. I put her to bed, placed the lightest of kisses on her brow, then went back to Keri's room and slipped into bed with my daughter. It was a tight fit, her bed being much narrower than mine... but having her bare little body curled against me was worth a little discomfort.

I had to get up once to soothe Pam when she began to cry, rocking her in my arms until she dozed off again... then it was back to Keri's bed, where I slumbered peacefully by her side until dawn.

Waking up to find my naked little girl next to me was a strange experience, at first. I wasn't sure how to feel about what I had done to Keri; and wondered why I wasn't overcome with guilt. But soon I was taking little peeks under the sheet, just to glimpse my daughter's bare body. My God, I already wanted to touch her again.

Instead, I shoved myself out of bed and tiptoed out of Keri's room, letting her snooze in peace. I fed and changed Pammie, quickly showered and dressed, then went down to the kitchen, where I whipped up a big bowl of waffle batter, whistling joyfully the whole while. I was on top of the world that morning, bluebirds on my shoulder and all that... and it all had to do with my precious daughter, tucked into her bed upstairs.

When Keri padded into the kitchen, wearing one of my old t-shirts she had converted into a nightie, she gave me a shy smile, then tiptoed into my arms. I hugged my darling girl to me, resisting a crazy impulse to kiss her. Really kiss her. My head swam as Keri buried her face in my breasts, making little contented-girl sounds. I felt my desire growing, telling me to reach down and pull that t-shirt up and over her head. Undress her. Pick her up. Set her on the kitchen counter. Bury your face between her legs...

Instead, I patted her bottom and pointed to her chair at the dining room table. "Breakfast is nearly ready, honey... I made us waffles."

Keri squealed with delight, clapping her hands as she danced over to her seat... and suddenly the erotic spell I'd woven in my mind vanished, leaving us a mother and child preparing for breakfast. Nothing to see here, folks, let's move along.

That day, we didn't speak of what we had done. But there was a special warmth between my little girl and me that had us both glowing like little stars. We caught each other's eyes sometimes, exchanging knowing smiles. Her hand would slip, unannounced, into mine; or I would touch her back with long, lingering strokes.

Even that night's dinner was special. Keri insisted on eating by candlelight, even putting on soft music. Pam was sleeping peacefully in the nursery, and the evening was young.

But as I was loading the dishes into the sink, I noticed that Keri had vanished. I figured that she had grown sleepy, and slipped away for a nap. I couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed... but with a shrug, I decided to lie down and read for awhile.

So I turned off the downstairs lights and went upstairs to my room... and discovered, to my delight, a certain special someone in my bed!

Keri had changed into her favorite outfit, one that she usually saved for parties: a short emerald-green skirt and a bare midriff top. Her legs were parted, revealing her new panties... pink with a pattern of tiny fishes.

And then there was her expression. Ohhh, priceless. Boldness, glee, nervousness... desire? Her lower lip was tucked between her teeth, and her impish grin quavered. Her eyes were large and sparkling.

I really, really didn't know what to think. "Keri..."

"Hmmm...?" Her fingers twisted the pillow.

I stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at this enchanting sight.

She transfixed me with a look, and purred, "I want to play, Mommy." Little imp.

I stared at her. She licked her lips, her legs parting even further as she displayed herself to me.

"Keri, baby," I whispered, barely able to breathe.

"Mommy?"

"What, honey?"

Her legs did a little luxurious scissoring on the bed. "I love you..."

How could I refuse this? "I love you too, baby," I murmured, unbuttoning my shirt with trembling fingers. It fell to the floor, and my bra soon followed. Keri gazed eagerly as I undid and removed my skirt, then slipped out of my panties. I sat down next to her on the bed, completely naked, my sex aching with this helpless need I felt for my little one.

Keri was transfixed. She looked up at me, a question in her eyes. I nodded, and she leaned in to take my hard, sticky nipple between her cherry-pink lips. And she began to suckle. And God, it felt so fucking good... I just slowly lay back and melted into the bed along with my child, her hot mouth fastened to my breast.

She had one hand on my upper thigh as she leaned into me, and her warm, pantied crotch was touching my bare skin. I moaned, pressing my thigh into the heat of her. She uttered a little sigh... and I felt her start to move against me, gradually picking up a slow rhythm.

I could barely believe my own senses, but there was no doubt about it -- my sweet baby was riding my leg! I was thrilled at the very idea of my Keri rubbing herself off against me... but that excitement spilled over into white-hot lust when my daughter's hand realized, somehow, where it was... and began to slide between my thighs.

As she sucked at my nipple it felt... heavenly, just heavenly. A fire hissed and roared inside me, a passion that built endlessly upon itself. And as Keri's tiny hand touched my pussy, all those feelings coalesced into a single brilliant point of blinding intensity. My sweet child was touching me sexually, pleasuring me just as I had her. I felt myself moving my hips against Keri, meeting her curious hand. And I felt her respond to my movement, touching my wet cunt, exploring the sticky flesh.

I reached down to help her find the opening to my vagina, then enter me with her fingers... and all the while she licked and sucked my swollen breast, then switched to the other, making little humming sounds of satisfaction all the while.

I felt and saw Keri reach down with her free hand to tug frantically at the crotch of her new panties -- then suddenly they ripped, and she'd opened up her slit to me. I whimpered as I felt her bare, slick pussy touch my thigh. My daughter was all but fucking me now, grinding furiously against my leg.

She sighed and moaned and trembled with purest bliss, her face positively angelic... and I gasped as my Keri's fingers found a sure, steady rhythm in my cunt, sawing in and out, in and out.

And I just... lost it. I reached down to her chin, tilted her face up to meet mine, and my mouth claimed hers in a lover's kiss. My tongue slipped between Keri's pretty lips as I held her tightly in my arms. Her fingers, still buried in my cunt, were momentarily stilled as she savored this new kind of kissing between mother and daughter.

She got over her surprise quickly enough, though... and soon her lips were shyly responding to my passion, her tongue slowly joining the loveplay. I nearly swooned when she became more aggressive, returning my heated kiss measure for measure, and her fingers resumed their movement between my legs.

Then I broke away, licking my lips, reached down and gently took Keri's hand from my cunt. She was startled for a moment, but her eyes widened in awe as I took her sticky fingers into my mouth and sucked my wetness from them, fixing my baby with my sexiest Marlene Dietrich gaze. "Oh, Mommy," she whispered, her face positively glowing with adoration.

I grasped the bottom of her top and tugged it up and off, Keri raising her arms to assist me. Then she reached down to unfasten her skirt and toss it to one side.

Heart throbbing with anticipation, I slipped from Keri's embrace and gently lay her back on the bed. I knelt between her outstretched legs to reach for the waistband of her ruined panties -- now the last item of clothing between the two of us -- and slowly tugged them down to her feet, giving my child every chance to stop me. But Keri was thrilled by the loving games we were playing, and raised her legs to help me finish stripping her.

Both of us now naked, I gently lowered my body onto hers. God, she felt so soft and sweet in my arms.

"I love you, angel," I cooed, our noses barely touching.

"I... I love you, Mommy," Keri whispered, her eyes wide as she gazed at me in wonder, still a little unsure of what was happening between us, but clearly loving every moment.

I responded with a tender kiss... allowing my mouth to brush softly against hers, then nibble at her lower lip. Keri quickly brought her tongue into play, and our kiss grew hotter, more passionate. Her arms circled my bare back, clutching me tightly.

Gently breaking our kiss, I trailed my lips down to nuzzle at my baby's soft neck. She was purring like a contented kitten as I pressed a kiss into the hollow of her throat, then moved down further still.

Her taut, babyish nipples delighted me... and Keri inhaled sharply as I took one in my mouth, flicking at the pink tip with a playful tongue. My daughter gently rocked from side to side, cradling my head to her chest, her heart going like sixty. I shifted to lavish attention on her other nipple, and she shuddered with delight. "Oh," I heard my little girl sigh.

Wanting more, I squirmed my way down Keri's body, licking a path to her belly button... so adorable. I teased it with a probe of the tongue, and my little girl squealed with delight, another jolt of pleasure coursing through her limbs.

I was a woman on fire, my cunt a river... and I slipped down yet further, reaching my ultimate destination. I lay between Keri's thin legs, staring enthralled at the pink treasure of my baby's bare slit. I had enjoyed my fair share of lovers by age 32, but the sight of my daughter's childish vagina aroused me more than anything I had ever known. My hands rested on her thighs as I inhaled deeply, savoring the little-girl scent of Keri's sex. Intoxicating. My mouth watered to taste her... and I closed my eyes, lowering my face to her glistening crack.

My daughter whimpered as my tongue emerged to take that first luxurious lick. I was drunk with erotic excitement, my entire body aflame with sensation. She tasted wonderful... just like a little girl ought to taste. All things nice, I thought, closing my eyes as I licked her again. Keri moaned, her trembling hands now holding my head, then breathed, "Oh, Mommy..."

I burrowed my face between her thin thighs, cupped her bottom in my squeezing hands and took her cunt into my mouth, licking and sucking at her bare slit like a woman possessed. I couldn't believe that I was doing such a thing -- going down on my own ten-year-old daughter! And yet I made love to Keri in a sweet frenzy, pleasuring her, showing her just how wonderful she was. Making her feel like the most special creature in the world.

And then Keri shook and screamed, her little voice filled with the sweet, sweet pain of climax. The sound of her ecstacy drove me wild... and I kissed and tongued at my daughter's pussy until she could stand no more, finally pushing my face away with clumsy hands, the breath frozen in her lungs... then she exhaled noisily and relaxed into the warm sheets.

I continued to lightly kiss, kiss, kiss her thighs and her soft tummy, finally crawling up to take this naked angel into my arms. I could feel Keri's heart throbbing as I held her, placing gentle kisses on her flushed face.

Her arms reached around me, and she burrowed her face into my breasts. "Oh... Mommy," she whispered, "that was so... so nice!"

I gently tilted her face up to mine. "I love you, honey," I murmured, "more than anyone or anything. You are the world to me."

And I kissed her mouth tenderly, my lips still moist from her pussy. Keri shyly returned my kiss... but when my tongue emerged to tease at her lower lip, she got over her shyness right away, matching my passion with a fervor that left me breathless.

When we broke apart, her eyes were filled with wonder. "What did you do to me, Mommy? Were you licking me... down there?"

"Yes, honey," I murmured, cuddling Keri close. "I kissed your pussy... and licked it. That's how grownups make love, you know." I hesitated, then decided to be honest with her. "And I... I wanted to make love to you, sweetheart."

"Oh, Mommy," she purred, her eyes glowing with happiness. "that's what I wanted to do to you, too." We shared a tender kiss, then Keri gazed at me shyly, biting her lower lip. "Mommy...?"

God, my head was swimming. "Yes, honey?"

"Can I -- could I kiss you... down there, too? I want to make you feel good."

Now, wasn't that sweet? My adorable daughter, bashfully asking for permission to go down on me. I was so touched that I felt like shedding tears of joy. Instead, I pulled Keri close to me and rubbed noses with her. "Of course you can, angel. I'd love that."

Her face lit up. "Yay!" she squeaked... then, without any further ado, my child squirmed her way down between my thighs.

I lay there, trembling in anticipation, feeling the warmth of Keri's breath against my skin... then a moan burst from my lips as she touched my cunt with curious fingers. "You're so wet, Mommy..." she cooed, "and you smell really good!"

My hands clutched the bedsheets, my body taut as piano wire. God, I needed my little girl's mouth on me so desperately right then. "Please," I breathed... "oh, honey, please..."

And I cried out as Keri pressed a warm kiss into my cunt. "Mmmm..." she purred, and then my baby began to lick me.

Keri was tentative at first... exploring me with her mouth, savoring the scent and taste of a woman for the first time. But she quickly grew bolder, and pressed her face deeper into my thick pubes, her mouth exploring every inch of my cunt. Oh, my... it was as if she was born for this.

I palmed my breasts, panting for breath as my ten-year-old girl pleasured me. Her tongue was warm and wet, her mouth drinking from my cunt as if it was my nipple. The joy I felt as I gazed down to see my adorable child's contented face buried in my pubes, happily eating my pussy... well, it was a thrill beyond anything I could put into words.

Then suddenly I was coming, the sensations pounding through my body before I knew it. My head was jerking as if it were on a string, my legs trembling so hard they hurt. A weird high-pitched sound sound filled the room, and I was startled to realize that it was coming from my throat. Keri continued to lick and suck at my pulsing cunt, oblivious to everything but bringing joy to her mother.

Finally I moaned "No more, honey," and lay there gasping for breath as a little angel crawled into my arms.

Her face was flushed and radiant, eyes shining with love. "Was... was that good, Mommy?" she whispered.

I answered my daughter with a kiss, taking her face in my hands and planting my mouth on hers... kissing my child with every bit of the love and happiness I felt in my heart at that moment. Her eyes closed and her tongue joined mine in a lusty ballet, her little arms wrapping themselves around me. I nuzzled my baby's sticky lips and chin, savoring the taste of my sex on her face.

Finally my lips parted from hers, and I caressed Keri's cheek. "Oh, honey," I cooed, "I adore you. Being with you like this... well, it means more than I can say."

Keri rested her face on my breast, first kissing it softly. "I love this, Mommy." She raised her face to me. "And I love you!"

I cuddled my daughter close, and we lay together contentedly, finally drifting to sleep.

After that wonderful, magical night, we just couldn't keep our hands off each other. I did feel weird about things at first. It felt just, so, I don't know... so much like bad behavior on my part. As the mother of an infant and a ten-year-old girl, I knew that this wasn't the kind of parenting that the PTA would endorse.

But in a strange and marvelous way, the love I had shared with my sweet daughter felt so powerfully right, so good. I was smitten by her!

And Keri quickly developed a powerful appetite for lesbian lovemaking. In fact, she nearly wore me out... but I wasn't complaining. She'd do things like wander into the living room while I was reading and casually lie across my lap, allowing her t-shirt to slide up far enough to reveal her delightfully bare bottom. Seldom was I able to resist that little trick... I'd usually bend down, part her cheeks and explore the crack of her ass with my tongue.

Or I'd be standing in the kitchen, washing dishes, and Keri would sneak up behind me and slip her little hand beneath my skirt to fondle my cunt. More often than not, she would soon have me leaning back against the sink as she ate me out.

We seldom wore anything but long t-shirts around the house, wanting to have full access to each other's bodies whenever the mood took us. And it did take us, often.

Our life as lovers has been pure bliss. I don't know how much longer this will last, but I'm grateful for every moment.