| Karen, Part 5 It was the night of the school play and dance drama. I had been to the last dress rehearsal and was still amazed to see they had not altered the costume. Of course I was now going to relish seeing my daughter lover half naked with the other little girls in the troupe. All six girls, all about nine or ten but the same size, were beautiful and had perfect figures. During the dance routine the tiny skirts flew up to reveal the sexy little thongs they had been given. During the middle there was a section where they paired off and had to mock embrace and kiss. There didn’t seem to be anything mock about it at all. At the end they flew to the floor with arms and legs splayed out, their panties on display for everybody to see. I couldn’t help but imagine Karen and her partner naked in front of me, their pre-pubescent bodies entwined, their fingers mauling at each other’s sex, their mouths passionate for the new pleasure coursing through their young loins. Somehow I managed to get through it and get Karen home without ravishing her, although she never missed an opportunity to show me her pretty little pussy and bottom. I was in a state of permanent arousal around my daughter and she loved every second of it. The night went well and there were a few gasps from the audience at the sight of the girls in their sexy costumes. In the dressing room afterward, a few mothers were helping their daughters change and I couldn’t help notice a few long lingering glances at their pretty daughters’ bodies, and a few fingers straying lightly over nipples and bottom cheeks as they helped them off with the tiny costumes. One woman couldn’t leave her little girl alone and her hands were everywhere on the child, openly caressing the little girl as she dressed her. When she caught me watching her, she looked flustered but I smiled reassuringly and she smiled back—another mother who couldn’t wait to get her daughter home. My panties were already wet from the performance but being so close to six near-naked children in the dressing room being lewdly fondled by their mothers made me dizzy. I had to get out of there before I went crazy and made love to my little girl right there. It was coming up to Karen’s tenth birthday. I hadn’t arranged anything with any of her friends because I wanted it to be just her and me. I had something special in mind and I wanted to give her a night to remember. I would take her out to a nice restaurant and then a hotel where we would spend the night together, seeking out new ways to sate our lust for each other. My hands and lips would never leave Karen’s body and hers would never leave mine. We would be inseparable, me and my beautiful naked angel in a perfect night of love and sexual bliss. My mother called. She wanted to come over for a few days for Karen’s birthday. Damn, my plans were ruined. Karen was very excited about seeing my mother and rushed into my arms when I told her. I planted soft kisses on her perfect little mouth and neck, held her bottom, and she pressed against me, her school dress riding up her thighs. “Karen!” I exclaimed, “Where are your panties you naughty girl?” “I didn’t wear any today Mummy” she giggled, childishly. “Who saw you?” I questioned further, shocked but now also very excited at the thought of Karen’s beautiful naked sex on show to all and sundry. She didn’t answer, just wriggled out of my grasp, undid her belt, and shucked out of her dress. The sight of my nine-year-old naked daughter sent me out of my mind and I quickly bent her forward over the arm of the kitchen couch where our affair had started and ran my finger down her butt crack and pushed it into the folds of her pussy. She was already so wet. I didn’t touch her anywhere else but she was helpless against my ministrations. I wanted her to concentrate only on the pleasure between her thighs, to relish being finger fucked by her mother. “Oh Mummy, go deeper with your finger, I want you to fill me up,” she gasped. I was able to concentrate on the curves of her beautiful buttocks and thighs, the undulating stretch of her back and her hair and face. The sight of my darling girl like this sent spasms through my pussy as I fucked her, her head buried in a cushion stifling her cries as I pushed deeper into her wetness. “Baby, I’m going to push two fingers into you,” I warned her. She raised her bottom against my hand and my fingers slipped easily into my daughter’s sex. I’m glad her head was buried. She screamed so loud I thought the neighbors might hear. I continued my onslaught to Karen’s obvious delight. She could only use her arms to steady herself against the couch and I resisted touching her anywhere else. I loved her heat and wetness and I swear the little minx was squeezing the inner folds of her labia together to trap my fingers and increase her pleasure. She was going crazy now and approaching her climax. “Oh Mummy, don’t stop. I love your fingers in me. Push them in farther. Take me Mummy, lick my bottom.” I didn’t need to be asked twice and bent my head to send my baby girl over the edge. I did as she asked and instead of penetrating her, I just licked her little rosebud with the gentlest flicks of my tongue. She loved it, but now it was my turn. “Come for me baby girl, come all over me. Oh Karen baby I’m going to let you lick my fingers and taste yourself on me. Your pussy tastes so beautiful my darling. I love taking your little panties off and kissing you there, oh baby girl, darling girl!” She came, her whole body shaking. I sat next to her and she crawled up on my lap. I offered my hand and she held it to her mouth and, never taking her eyes away from mine, slowly licked the fingers that had been inside her. She put one then the other in her wanton little mouth, savoring her own little-girl scent. I kissed her like this, tasting her child sex on her lips. My hand crept down to my own soaking pussy to give myself a shattering climax. I was in the only place I wanted to be, my naked daughter’s arms. “You won’t be able to sleep in my bed when my mother comes,” I told her. “For a few days you’ll have to go back to your own room.” Karen gave a little-girl pout. The thought of not being with her, of not having my beautiful child naked in my arms at night was an unhappy one. “It’s only for a few days honey, and then we can go back to normal.” Normal for me and Karen, mother and nine-year-old daughter, was to be naked together at every opportunity; to share my bed, to make love every day, sometimes twice a day, and to share our fantasies and secret desires for each other. My desire for her was complete, and when I wasn’t with my darling I was consumed with images of her in tiny thongs and panties, revealing silk robes, her lips rouged, teasing me with her perfect bottom, begging me to take her on my lap to play with her nubile little body and satisfy her ravenous appetite for sex with her mother. Oh my sexy little daughter, my Karen. My mother arrived. She actually looked stunning. It had been a year since my father had died and she had obviously taken herself to the gym to get back the figure she had in her twenties. She was slim, with nice clothes and hair. She was very attractive, and was obviously making a lot of effort for someone. We embraced and kissed and were both very complementary about each other. I was so happy for her. She hadn’t seen Karen for a few months and I told my daughter to dress down a bit. I didn’t want mother asking awkward questions about Karen’s too short dresses and skirts which she used to flaunt her body. When she saw Karen she was amazed. “Oh, she’s grown so much, so beautiful,” she exclaimed and took Karen into her arms and kissed her lovingly. We spent a wonderful evening talking and cuddling up together on the couch. My mother is very tactile and there was a lot of touching and kissing. Karen loved it and was very girlish, deliberately being coy and giggly in front of her grandmother. Mother could hardly take her eyes off Karen the whole evening and she played up to it like children do, loving the attention. It was hard to believe she was the same little girl who just hours before had been begging me to fuck her little pussy, screaming my name as she reached her orgasm naked under me and then sucking her own juices off my fingers. We all went to our own rooms. Just before we went up, my mother asked if she could check her emails. I said it was fine, switched my machine on for her and, after kissing her goodnight, left her to it. Next day she and Karen went out together shopping. I missed my darling girl but it gave me some time to catch up on some stuff on my computer. Out of curiosity I decided to see if my mother had logged onto any dating sites. I hadn’t had an opportunity the previous evening to ask her about anybody she may be seeing, all our attentions had been on Karen. I looked in the history and was intrigued by the names of some of the websites she had been browsing. I clicked on one and it opened. What I saw stunned me, not by what it was but that my mother had been looking at it. It was a child modeling site, probably from South America, but I was only guessing. You needed a password to see all the pictures but there was a preview section. The girl on this site was about seven or eight, extremely pretty with dark hair and beautifully tanned skin. She had an amazing body for a child of that age and the pictures of her had her dressed in tiny thong panties and in various poses. Naturally I wanted to see more and opened a few more sites; they were all the same, and the girls were very young and provocatively dressed. There were messages on every site stressing they were non-nude and legal. There was one girl who I found particularly beautiful and I found a preview picture of her with a little thong pressed into her bottom and sex and just a thin ribbon of material covering her tiny nipples. I enlarged it and opened my jeans and pushed them down. I started to gently tease open the folds of my pussy and tease my clitoris. I was already so wet. I imagined the child sitting on my lap, there in the room, me playing with her little body and talking to her, encouraging her to engage in my sex play. I spoke out loud: “Oh baby, aren’t you pretty? I love your pretty little panties, they’re so tiny. Who dressed you like that? Did you mummy put your panties on baby? does she like to see her little baby girl dressed in pretty panties? Do you take them off for her, so she can kiss your baby pussy? How old are you darling girl? Seven? Oh my beautiful little girl, take your panties off for me, I want to kiss your little baby pussy too. I want you naked baby, oh you beautiful child! I’m going to come all over you!” And so saying I shuddered to an almighty orgasm, the intensity increased by being able to talk out loud to myself. It just electrified every sensation. I was exhausted and logged off, exhilarated by a new way I could introduce Karen to more sex games and new ways for us to pleasure each other. Karen and my mother were due back anytime. I would have to confront her about her desire for little girls, reassure her that she had nothing to fear, and introduce her to mother-daughter sex. |