A Reluctant Pedophile II

by RiskyBizAR

When last I wrote, I related my first ever experience, both my first with another woman, and even more surprisingly for me, with a very young girl. I have to apologize for some confusion though. I am not a writer. I am Marci, and these are my stories as I have narrated them to my most trusted friend. I explained briefly in my first installment that I was a very young mother, and that Carl, my husband of some 10 years now, is significantly my senior. As a matter of fact, Carl was a close friend of my mothers, and is twenty-four years older than I. Carl was not a pedophile in the classic sense, and never showed any inclination towards any other. That I was only 14 when we began our love, that was happenstance, not his seeking out a child. It was simple love that locked us together. As to my friendly narrator, Risky, he played a crucial role in our romance. Risky was a well respected Justice of the Peace in our small town, and as such was the judge required in our state to approve a marriage of a 15 year old girl. Risky also was a family friend, and became one of my dearest friends, not solely due to his role in allowing my marriage to Carl, but because he became one of my deepest confidantes. I have sought his advice many times, and when the events of that late night encounter with Kirsten occurred, it was Risky I sought out to help me understand my actions. I knew he would accept me regardless of my actions when no one else in my life would. Even my dearest Carl would never believe what I had done. Risky surprised me with the first installment of my story. He wrote the story as I had related it to him, and far better than I ever could have. I approved of his treatment of the event, and agreed to let him post it for me in this forum. Risky assures me that the folks here understand my situation, and will give me the support I need to work through my confusion without guilt. Because what I felt as Kirsten caressed me, and as I touched her for the first time cannot be the source of guilt. It was too good, and too purifying to be a bad thing. Risky and I have collaborated on this next chapter. I say not enough sex, he says the story needs to be told as it unfolded, and it was not all sex, all the time. Be patient, this is about a breakthrough, more sex to come!

I woke the following Sunday morning with the sunlight streaming through the windows. I was momentarily confused as I realized that I was not in my bedroom, but in Carl's office. Then I remembered what had gone on in here the night before. I reflexively reached down and touched my cunny, feeling the mildly sticky residue of the pleasures Kirsten had shown me. It had really happened, and was not some bizarre dream! Believe me when I say that my head was spinning. Not only had I never touched another woman, but last night I had made the jump from completely straight middle American mom to some sort of child molesting lesbian. At least those were the first thoughts that ran through my head. Those thoughts were jumbled up by the fact that the merest recollection of the events caused my pussy to begin throbbing. I never thought it would be possible to be so horrified and so horny at the same time, and by the same thoughts.

I could hear the sounds of the girls moving around in the kitchen. It was not uncommon for Amy, Kirsten and Shari to wake up on Sunday mornings and start breakfast. Sometimes they would even bring breakfast in bed up for Carl and I if they were feeling particularly giving, or if they wanted something. I rose from the sofa and went to the window. Carl's car was gone from his side of the drive and I recalled he had a morning golf date with my dad that day. As I turned to head out to the kitchen, Amy appeared in the doorway.

"Morning sleepyhead" she said teasingly, "Kirsten said you were sleeping in here, relax and we will bring breakfast in for you!"

I looked for any sign in her voice or actions that suggested she knew what I had done to her best friend. Seeing none, I settled back down on the sofa and pulled the afghan over my lap. As I sat back Amy, Kirsten and Shari swept into the room carrying our breakfast trays. They had fixed scrambled eggs, toast and bacon, accompanied with some fresh orange juice. I felt like royalty and we had a pleasant time, chatting about shopping plans and scooping up our breakfast, but I had a hard time making eye contact with Kirsten. There was no question that she had initiated our intimate session last night, but she had not asked to be touched by me, and I was worried that I had responded to her curiosity inappropriately. In my mind I pictured her curiously peeping at my sleeping body and suddenly being fingered from behind by her best friends mom.

As we finished up Amy and Shari grabbed up my tray and Kirsten's, and headed back to the kitchen. Kirsten lingered behind and watched as the moved out the door before slipping closer to me.

"I'm sorry you're mad at me Mrs. B, I don't know why I did that last night" she said anxiously. "Please don't tell!"

Now I felt caught in a dilemma. I was feeling like the predator and all of a sudden this poor sweet girl was pleading for me not to be mad. I realized that she was as confused as I was. I reached up and touched her cheek softly.

"I'm not mad at all Kirsten, I don't know what I feel, but I know I'm not mad, honey. How can I be mad when it was so nice?" God, I thought, why did I go there with her? So nice? If she was ashamed, would that make it even worse? What if she thought I was encouraging her to go further? My mind was in a whirl.

"Let's talk about this sometime when we can talk it through without the girls walking in on us, ok Kirsten? Now go get the girls ready and we can go shopping!"

Our shopping day was great fun. The girls always liked shopping together, and ever since they were little I made it a point to periodically buy each something special. When they were younger I would buy matching colorful tights, or skirts for each at least once a year. Last year it was matching two piece bathing suits. They were cute together, and looked darling all matching. As we moved through the mall we hit all the shops that pre-teen girls find so appealing, but even though I was feeling like I wanted to get them all something matching, nothing jumped off the rack that caught everyone's eye. It was a bit after lunch time when I spotted an Auntie Annie's pretzel shop. I love hot soft pretzels, so I told the girls I was stopping and offered to get a round of drinks and goodies. They were all in agreement, and I sent Kirsten and Shari off to grab an open table while Amy and I went to the counter to get the pretzels. When we caught up to them they had sat down at the edge of the food court area immediately in front of an exclusive lingerie shop. The girls were giggling as Amy and I approached and when we sat down Shari piped up. "Can we go to Victoria's when we are done? They have some really cute stuff!"

That sounded ok with me, and I agreed. The girls quickly finished their pretzels and all three dashed into the store, leaving me to clear off the debris. By the time I made it into the lingerie shop the girls had set their mind on getting themselves a more grown up girl shopping gift than they had previously selected. Each had selected sexy little matching bra and panty sets for themselves and had made it clear that they were committed to those selections. Amy's selection was a pretty green set with lacy boy-shorts and a cutesy little bra that promised to provide more shape than she personally possessed. Shari had opted for a demi bra with some flirty little cheeky panties in bright yellow while Kirsten's choice was even more brief, with red boy-shorts that were very short and a lacy top that appeared nearly see through. I considered for a moment if their respective mothers would be ok with their choices, but each assured me that their mom's would be fine with the choices. Their assurances and my gold card had us out of the store and off to the parking lot in no time.

When we returned to the house we still had it to ourselves. Carl had called to tell me that he was watching football with the boys, so he would not be back until evening. The girls were fairly bubbling about their purchases, and announced that they were going to try them on and model them for each other. Kirsten popped in to insist that I not be left out. As the girls retreated to Amy's room Kirsten was the last from the room and gave me a look over her shoulder that was at the same time giggly and smoky with desire. To my shame I felt an immediate warmth in my pussy. I was still very confused with the emotions generated from last night. As the girls had been shopping, I could not help but look at them all differently that I would have the day before. In my own daughter I was suddenly seeing a girl not whose butt was best suited to an occasional loving swat, but the tight ass of a young woman. Shari's flat tummy and low riding jeans promised a smooth muscular plane that I could imagine ended with a pronounced pudenda. In Kirsten all I could see in my mind was the lovely pink slit I had fingered so thoroughly the evening before. As we traversed the mall those thoughts would surface and I would push them back down, hoping the blush I felt on my face was not evident to all around me. Maintaining my control in the lingerie shop had been a chore, and now that I sat at home in my easy chair sipping a glass of wine I was nearly in a panic that when I saw my young charges in their scanty purchases I might lose all control.

I could hear the girls giggling in the other room and was imagining them prancing around adjusting themselves when suddenly the front doorbell rang. I nearly peed myself on the spot. Before I could get to my feet Kirsten shot out of the hallway wearing Amy's long robe and grabbed the door open. I had completely forgotten that her mom, Traci, had planned on picking her up. Kirsten breathlessly told Traci of the upcoming fashion show, eliciting a solicitous smile from her, and her consent to wait out the presentation. Kirsten whispered very briefly in her mothers ear and shot back off to the bedroom before I could reach the door to greet Traci.

Traci and I had met many times, and spent time together as interested parents in the scout troupe and school events, but I found myself looking at her differently this evening as well. Kirsten's molestation the night before I started on the premise that she frequently gave her mom massages to help her sleep, and now I appraised her in a whole new light. I wondered if her massages ended the way mine had last night. Traci was a bit older than me, having had Kirsten when she was twenty-one. At thirty-two Traci had kept herself in very good physical condition. We had chatted before about her workout regimen, and I was always impressed. I had never worked very hard to maintain my weight, but Traci had gone beyond just maintaining a trim figure. She did not have the physique of a body builder, but there was no giggle in her thighs or ass, they were very solid. I was amazed at my thoughts as we chatted. Never believing myself interested in women, I had never really thought of Traci in a sexual way. As I poured her a glass of wine, I wondered if she had experienced the skilled fingers of her daughter. To my dismay I could feel myself becoming slippery inside. We moved back into the family room to wait for the show.

"Well Marci, Kirsten tells me you let them run wild at Victoria's today! I have wanted to get her in there to upgrade her lingerie a bit, I hope she picked wisely."

"I hope you approve, Traci" I replied, "I think Kirsten's choice may be a bit on the risqué side, but she seemed sure you would be alright with it. I kept the receipt in case there is a problem."

"Don't worry Marci, even if they are a little racy, I'm not going to try to pry them away from her. She may just have to think about where she wears them and live with any embarrassment they may cause her"

Just then Amy came into the room. She had recovered her robe from Kirsten and swept in dramatically to announce the start of the show. She slipped a mix CD into the stereo and kicked off a bouncy dance beat.

"First, may I present the beautiful Sexy Shari!"

With that Shari came striding into the room, doing her best to mimic a model's runway walk. She was wearing one of Carl's white button down dress shirts that fell midway down her thigh. I could see the bright yellow of her panties through the thin fabric of her shirt. The top two buttons and the bottom three were unbuttoned displaying a deep V of her chest and allowing her legs to show with each step. With great exaggeration she strode to the middle of the room and performed two dramatic turns before peeling back the lower half of the dress shirt, placing a hand on each hip to hold it open, displaying her new yellow panties. She struck a pose with one foot forward that pulled the panties tightly across her young mound and tightened them on her beautiful round butt. I glanced over at Traci, but her attention was dutifully on the show. I had expected the three to bounce out in their undies giggling, but obviously they intended more of a show than I had anticipated. Rather than drop the shirt to show her matching bra, Shari turned dramatically and strutted back out of the room, stopping at the door just long enough to announce "And now the lovely Amorous Amy!" As she disappeared I realized that I had not noticed the bright yellow of her bra under the shirt.

Now my own sweet Amy burst onto the "runway" doing her best to match Shari's walk. Amy's legs are shorter than Shari's so her strut was not as smooth as her friends, but she accomplished it smoothly. She also had pirated her fathers dress shirt and per the plan was buttoned only by the middle three buttons. The green panties showed faintly through the shirt, but now that I was alerted to the act, I took careful note and realized that she was not wearing her new bra either. As she spun I could see an occasional slip of her top which revealed the small beginnings of her budding breasts, and her pink nipples. I glanced again at Traci and noted that the hand not holding her wine glass had dropped into her lap. Amy turned again and pulled open the bottom of her shirt, displaying the tight boy-shorts with lovely red lace along the legs. Her love mound seemed distinctly pronounced and I found myself wondering why I had not noticed that before. The shorts were tight enough that they made the cleft of her young pussy fairly obvious. What I had heard Carl refer to before as a "camel toe." I thought the term was gross when he had used it, but now the sight excited me. Traci's hand was slowly moving against the fabric of her jeans and I felt my panties growing increasingly wet. Amy moved closer to us that Shari had, turning twice nearly within arm's reach before she stopped facing away from us and bent over to touch her toes, displaying the tight seam of her panties pulled snug into the crack of her ass and tightly stretched across her pussy. From that position her shirt was hanging open and gave us a clear, if unintended view up to her pert small breasts. She rose and sauntered across the room to the exit, stopping and leaning against the wall to announce "Now, Too Cool Kirsten!"

Before Kirsten made her appearance I looked over at Traci. Her hands continued to caress her tight crotch as we made eye contact. I found that my hand was in my lap as well and without realizing it was rubbing myself through my pants as well. I was immediately embarrassed but Traci's eyes locked on mine, unashamed. "Those young ladies have produced quite a show Marci, amazing what kids will do when they get together!" Her smile was wicked and amused. I knew she could not know what had transpired the evening before, but she was clearly not shocked by what she was seeing. I for one had never seen an exhibitionist streak in Amy, but I was amused by it to no end.

Kirsten moved into the room. Her beautiful long legs carried her smoothly across the room, stopping midway and turning. She executed the same move as Amy had, turning away and grabbing her ankles. The red shorts were even more tight than Amy's had been and in that position, when she bent over the seam slipped up clearly splitting her pussy. She stood up and turned, revealing the tight front of her shorts, deeply pulled against her pussy as she crossed to her mother. My curiosity disappeared when she straddled her mom's leg suggestively and lowered herself to it, sliding herself along her mothers leg, obviously enjoying the feel of her pussy slipping along it, and eliciting a lusty smile from her mother. She rose and moved to me, repeating her move, and leaving a distinctly moist trail along my leg. She pulled her shirt away, and rotated again to allow us to fully appreciate her fine form, then swept away out of the room. I made eye contact with Traci who continued to smirk. "She like's you" she purred.

Moments later all three girls exploded back into the room. Now they had their bras on and the shirts opened and tied at their waists. As they gyrated to the dance tune Traci and I were treated to the display of their new bras. I was pleased to see how well they fit and how nicely they complemented their budding breasts. As they danced closer to us their movements became more sinuous, writhing sensually to the music as it slowed. They were clearly enjoying themselves and smiling to each other as much as to us. Kirsten slipped behind Amy and Shari and surreptitiously unhooked their bras, then her own. On cue each slipped around and allowed their bras to fall off at our feet. They continued their dance, and allowed their shirts to gradually drop lower on their hips. I suddenly realized where they were headed as the shirts dropped off completely, revealing that they had shed their panties before returning for their final show. I was breathless to see all three of their virgin young cunts displayed for us, each unique, and each very beautiful. All three girls stepped back as the music stopped, and giving us a grand bow, giggled and retreated from the room.

Traci and I sat for several seconds in silence before she breathlessly muttered "Damn..."

We looked towards each other and smiled. Her reaction to the show and the smile on her face answered any questions I may have had about how her massages ended with her daughter, and I know the smile on my face, not to mention the flush of my face, left her no doubt that I had found a whole new interest in life.