| Karen, Part 3 I took Karen upstairs and showed her the clothes I had ready for her. I was going to take her shopping today for some special underwear and tops, the kind I had been fantasizing about seeing her in. I had found a tennis skirt she had worn the previous year and I had washed through the thong she had brought home. The skirt was going to be too small and way too short but that was the idea. On top, just a sleeveless tee shirt, very short and tight to accentuate her tiny nipples. I wanted her to expose as much of her gorgeous body as possible, and not just to me. I was afraid I would not be able to keep my hands off her and thought about taking some spare panties because I knew mine would be wet through all day just looking at her. She had put the silk robe back on but wasted no time in getting naked to put on the clothes. I admired her flawless skin and perfect proportions, her shapely little bottom, her little slit. Oh God I must wait before I ravish her again. “Mummy, will you put the panties on for me?” she urged. I motioned her to step into them and pulled them up, savoring the touch of her thighs and bottom. I made sure they fitted snugly and pushed them up high at the side so the outline of her little slit was pronounced. I couldn’t stop myself bending and kissing her beautiful child sex through the panties, over and over. “Oh Mummy, are we going to make love again?” she sighed, a new bout of pleasure overtaking us both. I don’t know how I managed to pull away. “No darling, we’re going out. I’m going to get you some stuff to make you the sexiest little thing ever. You’re going to be Mummy’s little lover girl.” Karen let out a childish giggle and hugged me to her and we kissed. “I love you Karen, my absolutely adorable daughter.” I pulled her close and tasted her pretty mouth again, “I love you too Mummy,” she whispered, moaning softly into my mouth as I gave her the softest of kisses. We parted and I looked at my nine-year-old daughter. The skirt was so short, I had second thoughts, and when she had everything on the whole outfit was almost indecent. Bare midriff, the skirt low on her hips to expose the tops of her thighs, bare arms and shoulders, and her shapely legs and near-naked ass doing things to my already-leaking pussy that no one else had ever managed to. Her little panties would be on show every time she sat down or bent over, but she was an absolute picture, the little tease. I pushed her straight blond hair back and made a pony tail and put on a tennis cap. How can I take her out like this I thought to myself, but I had seen other little girls dressed provocatively, maybe not quite as sexy as this. I collected up some fresh panties and I don’t know what made me do it, but before we got in the car I slipped one of my vibrators and a small dildo into my bag. The shop was a small and exclusive lingerie place on a side street. I had been there before and sort of remembered mothers in there with teens and younger girls but had not thought much of it at the time. It was the sort of place that never seemed to be open that often and you had to ring a bell for them to let you in. The buzzer sounded and I ushered Karen inside. The assistant came out from the back. She was a sophisticated looking woman of about thirty, impeccably dressed and manicured and with medium-length dark hair. She was immediately friendly in a professional way, but when she saw Karen she let out a half gasp. My daughter was already sitting down, had crossed her legs and was looking quite demure, already realizing that her revealing little outfit was having the desired effect. I couldn’t help but smile at the woman’s already failing composure. She was ogling my near-naked little girl and I was loving it. “What—can I do for you?” she stammered, her eyes now fixed on me. I wanted to prolong her discomfort. I knew she wanted to stare at my sexy daughter again. I couldn’t help but imagine her pussy leaking into her expensive panties. Karen had raised one leg and put her foot on the edge of the chair exposing the tiny triangle that was her thong panty. She shifted about, nonchalantly staring about and occasionally letting the raised leg drop sideways, showing everything. I was getting hot myself now but fixed the woman’s attention. “My daughter Karen needs some new things,” I said. The woman looked quizzical. “Things?” she repeated. “Yes, you do have lingerie in smaller sizes, you know, to fit someone of her size.” I nodded at Karen. The assistant hesitated, unsure. She looked past me to make sure no one else was waiting outside. “Someone of her size,” she hesitated, “or her?” I nodded, “Yes, for her. She’s nine.” “You’d better come through,” she said, and she motioned us into the back into what must be a sort of private fitting area. I let Karen go first and followed close behind, letting my hand drop to lift her skirt and caress her delicious peachy little bottom. I pressed my middle finger between the backs of her thighs and applied the slightest pressure to her sex, causing her to gasp out loud. The woman turned and I moved my hand away. I looked around at the stock. It was amazing. There was rack upon rack of the tiniest skimpiest underwear I had ever seen. It was all obviously all for pre-teens. “We don’t bring everybody back here,” she said, “Your daughter is obviously a very special little girl and if I may say so, a very beautiful one.” I smiled inwardly. Karen blushed, but like any child given a compliment puffed out her chest, causing her tiny nipples to be visibly outlined. “Oh my,” gasped the woman, involuntarily, again unable to take her eyes off the vision of loveliness in front of her. “Oh yes, this is wonderful,” I assured her, “I’m sure we can find everything we want.” I was immediately drawn to a rack of thong panties trimmed with lace, all in white, creams and pinks, but then saw some costume-type thongs with a tiny chain at the side and a small piece of heart-shaped jewelry at the front. I lurched at the thought of seeing my sweet baby in one of those and I couldn’t wait any longer. “Darling, what do you think, want to try some on?” It wasn’t really a question. I was so turned on my mouth was going dry and my nipples starting to tingle. In a minute, my own panties would be soaked. I was about to see my dream girl, my gorgeous daughter, get into some pretty little panties and show off her sexy little body in front of another adult. “What about these Mummy?” she said and picked out a thong. I could hardly speak as she took the initiative and stepped behind a curtain, glancing at both of us with a provocative little smile and wiggling her delectable tush. The woman was speechless too and probably in the same state as me now. It seemed like only seconds before Karen came out and my knees went weak at the sight. The woman made a sort of guttural moan and steadied herself. Karen was completely naked except for the new thong which was of course the tiniest possible, just a thin chain framing Karen’s hips, her child sex and bottom. It was an incredible sight and without warning, I was rubbing my own thighs together and coming all over myself as she spun round, admiring herself on tiptoe in the full-length mirror. Unbelievable, so beautiful, my child goddess. Karen’s little nipples were hard on her flat chest and I just ached to kiss them. I burned for my sexy little girl. I needed to come again and fast. I wanted to be naked with my nude little daughter on my lap, my hands and mouth everywhere, pleasuring her. “Gorgeous, just gorgeous my darling,” I managed, having to sit down before my legs gave way, “Turn round again, I want to see your bottom.” She spun again, and was obviously turned on, squeezing her thighs together, her face flushed with arousal. She placed her middle finger over her sex and pressed lightly, “Mmm Mummy, these feel lovely.” All I could think of now was to ravish her, to take her virginity, to lose myself in my passion for her. Naked Karen was beautiful but seeing her nine-year-old body in tiny panties and thongs just sent electricity through me and I wasn’t alone. The woman, also beside herself with lust, urged me on. “Take her panties off—take those pretty little panties off your little girl—she wants to take them off for you, don’t you darling?” Karen was now highly aroused. “Yes, I want Mummy to take my panties off,” she teased and came nearer so I could do her bidding. I sat her on my lap facing the woman and tucked my fingers inside the panties to push them off her thighs. Seeing the effect it was having on the woman, who had lifted her skirt and was shamelessly playing with herself in front of us, I prolonged it for as long as I could but it was no good. I slipped my finger inside my daughter’s leaking sex and played with the folds of her delicate pussy lips and clitoris. Karen’s started whimpering and moaning at my delicate attention to her slit. Nearly out of control, I reached into my bag for the vibrator I had brought. I flipped it on and brought it to my daughter’s clitoris, leaving it there a few seconds and then running it over her pussy and down between her now gaping thighs to her little bottom. By repeating these ministrations I was sending her into uncontrolled ecstasy and I penetrated her vagina with the vibrator, going deeper each time and gently fucking her with it. I had to hold her now because she was bucking so violently and trying to reach her climax, her thighs spread as wide as she could get them, her own fingers on her clitoris. The woman was moaning as she drank in the scene, a mother and pre-teen daughter having sex in front of her, fulfilling her lifelong erotic fantasy. She was almost screaming now, and wanting to heighten the pleasure with more dirty talk. “Baby, do you like Mummy playing with you, playing with your pretty little sex—kissing you there—in your pussy—you pretty baby girl. Do you like being naked for her—being naked in Mummy’s arms, always taking your panties off for her—do you darling girl?” she was beside herself now and half naked, her shirt undone and panties pushed aside. Karen didn’t answer with anything intelligible, just looked over at the woman who was nearing her own orgasm and sort of nodded. “May I—kiss her?” she continued. I knew there wasn’t any time left for any of us and nodded eagerly, “Oh yes, come and pleasure my little girl,” and so saying I reached behind the backs of Karen’s knees and pulled them back, lewdly displaying my little girls pussy and bottom to the woman and inviting her to take my daughter. She knelt before Karen and I shuddered to an incredible orgasm watching as she drank the nectar from my baby girl’s vagina. I removed the vibrator and, reaching round, inserted it in Karen’s bottom. It was too much, an expert tongue on her clitoris and pussy, her bottom stimulated by the toy. She convulsed, back arching, and as she came, half turned to kiss my mouth, cupping my face with her hands. I let go of her legs as she relaxed and kissed her again and again on her pretty mouth. “Oh my darling girl, my beautiful little girl, my angel, my sweet child,” I whispered, “Mummy’s so in love with you.” She didn’t say anything, just gazed into my eyes and kissed me again. I just couldn’t stop loving her, caressing her. I couldn’t let her go. I looked up at the woman. She was looking back at us in wonderment, still transfixed by the loving scene she had just witnessed and considering herself privileged to have been part of it. |