Date: Mon, 3 May 2004 22:29:21 EDT
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: Loli ch16

 A night without Time.
 It really did seem that way. I loved my beautiful daughter/wife so
deeply, so beyond anything I'd ever known, felt, experienced. . .
And Vanessa received my passion for her, welcomed me, enveloped me in
herself. I really did begin to lose any concepts of myself as Mother,
Wife, girl, boy. . .I was my daughter's Husband, straight and true. And
our honeymoon Rocked!
 After hours, days, years of sweet sweet kisssssing and licking and
sucking and fucking --- we must have fallen asleep, or unconscious,
because I found myself hearing birdsong, and opening my puffed eyes to
more light than I'd remembered. Not bright, but morning. I moved to
stretch sore arms, and giggled at the incongruously lovely sight of Mr.
Purple standing everclear between my thighs. A monument to Dawn. And
here, oh, here was little Nessa nestled by my side, her soft blond hair a
tumbled veil against my breast. My darling wife. I gently stroked her
cheek, her neck (my baby!), her head. . .and watched her eyes flutter
open. She blinked, looked up at me, and with the biggest kitten-content
sigh, grinned and hugged herself to me tightly.
 "My husband, my husband," she murmured, rocking herself against me.
 "Good morning, little wife." I brought her hand to my mouth and kissed
her delicate fingers. Mmmm, smelling like Us.
 "Morning?" Vanessa moved her head slightly, a nod to the idea of looking
at the window. "No," she snuggled back into my armpit, "still night, no
morning." She closed her eyes, and her hand smoothed along my tummy,
circling, petting. "I love you so much," she barely whispered.
 "Mmm, my baby."
 We lay like that for a time, dozing and loving being in that precious
Now. She looked up at me. "Whatcha thinking?"
 I smiled, and ran my hand up and down her babysmooth back. "Well. I was
actually remembering when I first looked at you as a, umm, Wife person
rather than a Daughter person."
 Nessa's eyes lit up. She brought her pretty face up to lean her cheek
against my breast."Ooh, when, when??"
 I grinned and brushed a silky feather from her forehead. "You didn't
even know I was there looking at you."
 Nessa was bright, expectant. "When, When??"
 My God, lifetimes ago from now, from you at my breast, inches away from
my Penis that spent the night inside you. . .
 "It was in the summer, in July. . .and I came up to your room to see if
you wanted to go to the Mall with me. . ." I had to smile at the look of
glowing
anticipation that lit her face!
 "Yes?!"
 "You are such a cutie, I can't bear it." And I leaned down and kissed
her, brief, loving, moist. (Sore!) And she kissed me back. Understood.
 But now back to business. "You came up to my room. . .?"
 "Uh-huhh. . .and I knocked on your door, but you were playing your music
real loud, and you couldn't hear me, so I opened the door. . .and there
you were."
 Nessa was rapt. "There I was?"
 I nodded. "Yep. With your back to me, dancing and jiggling around, and
you were looking through your drawers -- and you were butt-naked!"
 My astonishingly cute brand-new wife's blue eyes grew wide, and her hand
went to her mouth. And the dear actually blushed! Oh my word. I felt my
pussy warming.
 "Your hair was still wet from the pool, and your bathing suit was right
on the floor, so . . ." Nessa was smiling now. "What?"
 She had a twinkle in her eye. "And you watched me?"
 I nodded. "Oh, I was a little concerned about how I felt about this."
 "You were?" Her cheek was lightly brushing up against my breast. Mm.
 "Oh yeah. I mean, I was your Mom, for God's sake. I'm not supposed to
like looking at my daughter's . . .pretty little bottom." And my hand
travelled
down to prove my point, palming her soft butt. I patted, and she purred,
and pushed back.
 "But you did? Like it?" Her bottom now moved slowly against my hand.
 "Ohh, honey. . ." I stroked her head as her face brushed more
insistently against my awakening breast. "Know what my first thought was,
when I saw you, your sweet little naked butt wiggling away in front of
me?"
 Nessa's face was getting pink. She was heating up too. "What?" she
murmured.
 My hand now gently gripped the top of her head and moved her mouth over
my rigid nipple. "Yummm. . ."
 "Yummmm. . . ." as my wife eagerly opened her small mouth and took my
nipple in, sucking, swirling it around her tongue.
 "Ohhh, Nessa, baaaaaby. . ."
 Her hand continued to stroke my tum, and moved down. When she came to
The Man, she gripped it briefly. Then her face came up. She was intent,
her face rosy with heat. "Fuck me, Mommy. Fuck into me like a man fucks
his Wife. Like my Husband."
 So passionate, determined. And so erotic, my 10-year-old daughter
talking to me, telling me to do this. I rose, and she immediately lay on
her back,
kicking the covers off the bed. Then she spread her lithe little legs
wide, obscenely, beautifully wide. Her bare, reddened little puss agape,
shiny, dark purple in deep.
I leaned in and ran my tongue thickly, wetly over and in that yummy yummy
gash.
 "MmmooOOHhh, yeah, Mommy, yes, yes, push it in me, Mommy!" And she
grabbed her feet and pulled herself even further apart. Thank heaven for
gymnastics!
 So I placed the tip of my Penis, still sticky in spots, against her
rippled hole, and ran it up and down, and uppp and dooowwwn.
 "Oooooh, Mommy, I'm -- my tingle is so . . ." Her breathing was short,
panting. "I NEED you to fuck me, Mommy. Please."
 "Okay, my baby. My wife. Here I come." And I gently pushed in, watching
the tip, then a bit more, sink in. I pulled out, feeling it slicken, and
pushed
further.
 "OhhhHHHHHHHhh. . .!" It was almost as if I were pushing up against my
baby's tummy, her breath whoofed out so in sync. I pulled out, then
pusssshed again, deeper. "OhhhhHHHHHhh. . .!" And now we had a rhythm,
and my Nessa was totally abandoned to her heat; her breathed whooshed out
loudly with each pump, and each breath had that special sigh of lust, of
out-of-control pleasure. Hmm, what game would THIS sound like, if Dan
asked? Fuck it, and him. I had my Wife, and we were fucking.
 God, we were like animals, really. I was pumping Fast, like an engine,
and my Nessa was like a ragdoll, both of us sweating like pigs and making
very
squishy, sticky fuckfuckfuck noises. Until she began to squeal; almost
noiselessy, but a very high-pitched and wavery, dying animal squeal. And
she came shakily, violently. And a good thing, too, because I was Spent.
 "Oh, my GOD. . ."  I lay on my back, panting, sweating. Nessa lay beside
me, equally shattered, her legs still spread, knees splayed out. Her rosy
little puss looked like a small rubydark flower, drooping, dewy, and
swollen from a heavy spring shower.
 "I need sustenance," I croaked. With a groan, I arose from the bed,
kissed my wife's wet forehead, and stepped out of my Penis works. I swung
my
kimono over my damp self. "I'm gonna go get us something to drink,
sweetie." I loosely tied the robe. "Want anything in particular?"
 "You."
 I smiled. "I mean to drink."
 "Mommypop."
 "Mom and Pop?"
 She rose up on her elbows. God, she was so sexy, her eyes swollen and
heavy-lidded, her lips sore-kissed, blonde hair a-tumble. "Mom and Pop.
That's US!" Her small hand touched her gash. "Ooh, I'm sore."
 "I bet you are, baby. I'm gonna have to give my little wife a massage
soon. Put some lotion on."
 "Mmm. . ." She fell back, her fingers still fondling lightly. "I think I
like being your wife."
 "I think I like you being my wife, too." I was at the door. "So,
sodapop?"
 "Sodapop, Pop." She lay back, eyes closed, her fingers softly circling
that pretty puss. "I'll be thinking of you. . ."
 "Ohhh, baby. . .I won't be long, believe me." And with a last, hungry
look at my Nessa, I headed to the kitchen.

 In the hallway, before the stairs, a full-length mirror hung on the
wall. As I passed it, I saw myself, and stopped to take a look. I had to
say, I looked
pretty darned sexy myself. My own thick, dark chestnut hair was all
fluffed out -- "FF" (freshly-fucked, as my college days termed it)-- my
lips were puffy, my neck and upper chest were flushed and shiny. . . I
undid my tie and opened my robe. . . God, my breasts were Full, and those
nipples. . .mmm, my new wife had sucked them to Life, and now they
positively sniffed the air, dark and fertile. My lower belly still had
deep marks from the Penis belt, and my dark pubes were definitely matted.
I reached down and gathered them in my fingertips, scritching them out.
And down to those swollen lips. . .ooh, sen-si-Tive. Need wife now. I
re-tied, and went to the kitchen.
 And just as I was finishing setting up the coffee machine, who entered
but My husband, Dan.
 "Well, well, well. . .don't you look all. . .honeymooney."
 I put the lid back on the coffee and put it back in its cabinet. "Thank
you, I guess. What are you doing up so early?"
 "I don't know, I got lonely. How 'bout you?" He pressed the ON button on
the coffee machine, then turned and watched me.
  "I woke up from the heat. Is the air-conditioning on the blink again?"
 "Nah, just need to turn it up." After a bit he said, "Jesus, Louisa, you
are really very hot-looking in that get-up." I bent down to retrieve a
Coke from the lower part of the fridge. "You have anything on underneath
that?" And I felt his hand palm my ass. A finger pushed against the silk
material onto my asshole. I froze. Ohh, it did feel good, in spite of
myself. Dirty, and hot. But No.
 I straightened, having retieved the Coke, and his hand was squeezed out.
I turned. "Now Dan, I AM married."
 "I know you are."
 "You know what I mean."
 He looked at me, his eyes getting sullen now. "Lou, this is getting
really weird, you know? I mean, Christ, look at you. What the hell have
you two been DOING, for God's sake?"
 I tilted my head, and gave him a look of pure irony. "Well, Dan, we've
been fucking our brains out, what do you think?"
 "Well, I mean. . ." He turned sheepish. I rolled my eyes and walked past
him.
 At the archway, I turned to him. "Nessa's been asleep for hours. This
has been a really special night for her, so let's not make her sad today,
okay?"
 "Sure. I just. . .sure." He turned and got himself a coffee cup.

 "Refreshments!" I locked the door behind me.
 "Yay!" Nessa sat up, and I handed her the Coke and flopped down on my
stomach.
 "Daddy came in while I was getting it."
 "What'd he say?" She sipped at her soda.
 "Ohh. . .you know. 'What are you guys doing, blahblah'. . ."
 "Mommy." I turned at her solemn tone. "I'm your wife, right?"
 "You betcha, sweetcheeks."
 "Well. . .I want you to promise that you'll never, ever do anything with
Daddy again. 'Cause I'm your wife now, so. . ."
 "I know, honey. You ARE. And I'm your husband."
 "Yes." She sipped. "You promise?"
 I took the can from her. "I promise." I took a sip. Ahh, cool ambrosia.
 She laid a hand on my back and rubbed along its length. "I love being
your wife, Mommy."
 "Mmm."
 She continued stroking me, her little hand moving up, then down my back.
Then onto my kimono-clad behind. "I love my husband."
 Ooh, stirrings. "Mmm, I love how my wife is touching me now. . ."
 Her palm circled my butt. "You like me touching your bottom like this?"
 "Mmmm, very much." I put the Coke on the night table and lay my head on
the pillow. "Make Mommy's bottom naked."
 She pushed my robe up, uncovering my naked ass. She sighed, and
continued circling. "I love your bottom, Mommy. So pretty and. . .sexy."
 "Mmm.." God, my ass was still quite sensitive from Dan's illicit grab.
"Spread me, honey. Spread my bottom open."
 And I felt those two darling hands pull apart my cheeks. "So nice and
squishy." Her fingers squeezed. My hips rose, and Nessa moved to kneel
between my thighs. I moved my legs apart. "Ooh, look at your hole." I
felt her soft cheek touch my cheek, then a soft kiss. And another. "It's
so cool I get to see it, and NOoo one else!"
 "That's right, honey. Just you," I murmured. This was making me sooo
hot. "Want to make Mommy feel really good?"
 "Well, of course! What can I do for my husband? Your wife will do
anything for you. Anything." And I felt another kiss on my cheek.
 "Mmm, what a good little wife." I wriggled my butt. "Could you lick my
hole, honey? Like an ice cream cone?"
 She giggled, and I felt her warm precious breath in my butt crack. Then
the indescribable feeling of soft, wet Nessa tongue on my asshole!
 "Like thith?"
 "Ohh, God, honey, Yes. . ."
 "Ith tho thalty! Yumm. . ." And the warmth of her tongue spread through
me. I felt it in my very center. My hand crept underneath me and my
fingertips brushed that downy area under her chin. I felt her tongue
working.
 "Ohhh, baby. . .push in, honey. Try to push your tongue in as far as you
can. . ."
 "Mmmnn. . ."
 And I felt my daughter's precociously long tongue enter me, enter my
asshole. Ohh, such a soft, lovely penetration! My fingers below stroked
under her chin, then slid to my slick pussy. I began masturbatiing,
circling tightly on my lips and clit, then thrusting inside myself. Ohh
my GOD, this would not be long. . .
 "Mmnng. . .mMMmmnnn. . ." her little gurgling tunnel noises were driving
me, and I felt the hot passion welling up deep within. My fingers slipped
around in my pussy faster, faster, and Nessa's tongue bore deeper.
 "OhhHHH honey. . .ohhHHHH!" I pushed ny face into the pillow and began
crying, screaming. My orgasm was HERE, and I pushed myself as hard as I
could into Nessa's sweet mouth.