Date: Thu, 3 Oct 2002 23:30:25 EDT
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: Saturday AM Revelation ch.1

    I remember lying in bed that Saturday morning feeling lazy, bed-warm.
Horny. Confused. Lying there in that half-awake state of dreaming and
thinking, of awareness and sensual contentment. Feeling the light spring
breeze through the half-open window on my face. I yawned, which precipitated
a full, luxuriant stretch, arms up and over, toes en point. On the downswing,
my hands glided over my soft breasts and down, over my still-dreaming puss,
and down, stroked my inner thighs. You tease. Both loving hands smooth up
again, my hips arise, we cup my sleeping beauty, stay. Mmmm. I think -- and
that's always been the problem there -- about last night, my dinner with
Susan, my old college friend. Her lips as she spoke. . .
    No. Stop. My hands give way, confused. They go behind my head. I think.
Boy, talk about horny. Somebody needs a man, I think. Again, as always,
sliding away from the thoughts that come, MY thoughts. My truth.
    I was visiting my sister Moira in the Boston suburbs. She'd gone to
school here too, and married, settled here. They both taught at MIT. Had
adopted a child, a girl, from Thailand. They seemed quite happy.
    I'd met my husband here as well, then moved with him to Cleveland for his
job. We'd lasted 15 years. No kids. He'd worked hard, I'd been quite the
civic booster, charities aplenty. A few years in, I'd discovered Valium, then
Percodan, and had pretty much floated through the next ten years of our
marriage. A car accident had awoken me to my addiction, and after that, the
marriage held nothing for me. I had just never been attracted to the man. No
hard feelings, but.
    So the last year or so had been a journey of remembrance and discovery.
Looking up old friends, family. Finding out what I DID want. And not really
liking what I saw.
    I was lying there rehashing all this, doing the old life-film rerun, when
there was a light knock on my door. I answered, and a small head popped in.
    "You awake?" Lisa, Moira's pretty little daughter. The CUTEST little
brown face. Like a Chinese Kewpie doll. And pigtails, no less.
    I squinted. "Hey, little Monkey. Yeah, more or less."
    "Can I come in here with you?"
    "Sure." I patted the bedcovers  and moved over.
    "Yaaay!" She closed the door behind her and leapt onto the bed, sitting
spread-knees up to face me. She grinned. I noticed her little yellow panties
had cartoon characters on them. Those and a Hello Kitty t-shirt were her
usual outfit at home. I did like to look at her.
    "Where's your Mom and Dad?"
    "They have classes on Saturday, 'member? You're a'posed to watch me."
    "Oh, yeah." I yawned again. "Saturday. Bet you wish you had school today
too, huh?"
    She made a face and fell backward. "Ewwwww!!" Her knees were still up and
open, and falling back had pulled up the panties; her little pussy lips were
clearly defined. I felt a jolt of something very warm right downcenter and
took a big, surprised breath.
    "How old are you now, monkey?"
    She was now absently humping the air above her. "Eleven." Eleven! She
looked nine.
    She bolted upright, as if she'd heard me. "But I'll be twelve in two and
a half months!" And she beamed those incredibly white teeth at me again. I
noticed a big gob of sleep in her eye.
    "Come here, you've got sleep in your eye." She dutifully crawled over to
kneel by me. "Down." She leaned further so I could get the blob, putting out
a hand to steady herself. It pressed right onto my blanket-covered right
boob. I started. "Whoa!" She immediately took her hand away, blushed. Cute!
    "Sorry." Her blush really suffused her whole face.
    "It's OK, just startled me is all. It's OK, you can lean there." She
hesitated. "Really, go ahead." She placed her hand carefully on my breast and
leaned into me. I didn't really know WHAT to think, or feel, or what. I just
know I liked this. Really. With a show of casual inspection, I brushed the
sleep from her almond eye. She looked quite serious.
    "July thirteenth," she whispered.
    "What, honey?"
    "July thirteenth. My birthday. When I'm going to be twelve." She was
still very serious looking. I finished brushing away the sleep, and looked
into those eyes. My Lord, I certainly hadn't realised how beautiful she was.
Almost unreal, what a  completely, utterly gorgeous face. I felt a bit faint.
    "July thirteenth. I must remember that. . ."
    An abrupt grin. "You BETTER!" She knelt back on her haunches. "I want a
Powerpuff Girls watch, a Powerpuff Girls ring, a Powerpuff Girls poster set
--"
    "Any clothes you want?"
    She nodded, opened her mouth.
    "Wait! Let me guess." I walked my fingers over the covers to her bare
knees. "Ummmm. . ." The fingers walked up her tan leg, then attacked her bare
belly. "POWERPUFF GIRLS??" She screamed, and fell back giggling as I tickled
her unmercifully. In so doing, the covers fell from my chest, uncovering my
bare breasts.
    I let her go and watched her notice my new look. I sat with the covers at
my waist as she sat up. She seemed awed, but curious. Her mouth was open, a
slight smile. I must say, I have always been rather proud of my breasts.
They're not huge, but big enough, and still firm at 39. My nipples, in
particular, have character; they're quite dark and long. When erect, they
stick out an inch or so. They were rising now. I looked down at them, then at
her. I smiled. "Like 'em?"
    She looked up at me, then back at my lovelies. She nodded vigorously,
eyes wide. "They're. . ." her voice was soft, subdued, "they're beautiful."
    I felt my face warm. "Thank you, honey." I didn't really know what the
hell I was doing. Strange clicks and fizzes were going on way down deep.
Alarm bells sounded from afar. A squirrel chattered in a tree nearby.
    Lisa's lower lip curled under her teeth. She opened her mouth, then
closed it.
    "What, little one?" My breathing was deep, even.
    She looked up at me. "Can. . .can I. . .?"
    "Can you what, honey?"
    She looked again at my breasts. "They look so soft."
    "They are." She looked up at me, silent, eyes wide. I smiled. "You want
to see how they feel?"
    "How they feel?"
    "Uh-huh." She seemed unsure. "You want to touch them?" A big, eager nod.
"Here," I leaned in slightly. "Go ahead, feel."
    Her tiny hand reached out and a finger touched my left nipple. Oh my GOD.
Electric. But I didn't want to scare her, so I controlled myself. A breath, a
smile. Even voice. I hoped. "You can feel it all. Go ahead. . . squeeze them,
honey."
    Her other hand came up, fingers spread, and she grasped my right breast.
My nipple peeked through. "It IS soft!" Her right hand started squeezing too,
and soon she was kneading both breasts like Playdoh. I smiled down at her, in
heaven.
    She grinned, squeezing away. "Your pimples are getting bigger."
    They were indeed. "Stop for a second." She pulled her hands away as if
she'd done something wrong. "No, no, honey, it's OK." I touched her nose. "I
just want to show you something."
    "Okay."
    "Okay. You want to see my -- what did you say? My pimples?"
    She blushed, nodded.
    I touched my nipples. "You mean these, right?" She nodded. "These are my
nipples."
    "Your nipples?"
    "Uh-huh. Nipples."
    She pulled up her t-shirt. "Cause I have. . .nipples too. And mine get
big too!" And they did. And they had! For such a little girl, with such
rudimentary little breasts, barely lumps on her chest, her nipples WERE big.
Dark, almost black nubbins that definitely stood out, and had the width of a
decent stick of chalk. The image of her showing me her erect nipples as she
sat in her Powerpuff Girls undies was more erotic to me than I cared to
acknowledge right then. But I couldn't help myself.
    "Can I . . .touch yours?"
    She whisked her shirt off like a pro. "Sure!" Thrusting out her scrawny
bronze torso at me.
    I wet my finger, and touched it to the nub.
    "Heyy!" It grew. "Wow, it got bigger!" She looked up at me. "Did you see
that?" I nodded, and circled the dark, shiny nipple. "Ooh, that felt neat!"
She knelt back again on her haunches, her hand back to support her. "Do the
other one!" I wet my finger again and grasped the other nipple between thumb
and forefinger this time. I twirled it. Lisa's head went back, black pigtails
flopping. "Ooooh, that feels GREAT!" I twirled both nipples in my fingers,
pulling slightly. "Whoa, stop!!"
    Lisa fell back in a contortionist heap. She was still kneeling, knees
out, and lying flat on her back. I immediately sat up, concerned. She lay
breathing heavily. Her face was quite flushed, nipples shiny and BIG. Quite,
quite edible. Lord help me.
    She sat up. "That was so weird," almost conspiratorially, "that felt so
good, like so unbelievable, and then it was like. . .I don't know. I got a
little scared." She pressed her palms to her nipples.
    "Oh honey, you were scared?"
    "Oh not like, like BAD scared." She circled her palms on her breasts. "I
really loved you . . .doing that stuff on my pim--my nipples. It was like I
was flying or something, and I got dizzy in my. . ." She blushed. "Can I try
that? To do it to you?"
    "On my nipples?"
    "Uh-huh."
    `Could she? Well. "Sure." I lay back on my pillow. "How about I lie down
so I don't get. . .dizzy."
    "And I'll sit on top of you, like," she straddled my stomach, "this."
    I felt her hot little crotch through the covers, right above my own
pubis. "Okay." She wet her fingers in her mouth. "Get them good and wet."
    "Okay." With a spit strand hanging from her wet mouth, she brought her
fingers to my breasts and began working my nipples like a video console.
    "You can. . .ohHHHh. . .you can squeeze as hard as you want. Mhmn."
    She was concentrating, first on my long pliable nips, then on my changing
expressions. I tried to keep somewhat decorous, but every once in awhile a
small moan or groan would erupt. After a couple of stops and reassurances, I
felt near to going somewhere I didn't know if I was ready to go with this
little girl.
    "Mmnhh, okay, okay, wait, wait." Lisa stopped, looked at me expectantly.
Her ministrations had pushed her body backwards, so that now her little butt
was directly on my active goods, and my engorged clit could feel her cheeks,
her little sex grind into me. Oh God, I had to come.
    I looked at her, breathing heavily. "Want to play Little Baby?"
    Lisa smiled, suspicious, a twinkle in her eye. "Little Baby?"
    "Uh-huh."
    She nodded. "How do you play?"
    "Well," I couldn't believe I was suggesting this. "I'm the Mommy, and. .
.you're the baby. . ."
    Her dark eyes grew big and she grinned hugely. "And it's time to feed
me?? Ohh, yes, yes, yes, yes!!" She did a bump and grind on me, and I saw her
panties had twisted sideways a bit. One bare little lip peeked out. "Now?" I
nodded. "Yaay!" And she lay down on me. She looked up at me, and I felt her
warm breath on my nipple. "Okay?"
    Again, I nodded. I stroked her black, black hair. "You want breakfast,
little baby?"
    Lisa grinned, nodded. "Goo!"
    I pushed her head gently down. "There you go, baby girl. All for you,"
and absolutely thrilled at the feeling of her soft little lips on my hungry
nipples. After a few moments of light, tonguey kisses, little Lisa got down
to some steady sucking.
    "Mmmm, yes baby, good for you. Mommy wants you to get big and strong.
Ooooh yes I do. Yyyess." My hand ran down her thin neck, over her firm small
back, stroking. "Ohhh, yes, baby, good girl. What a good girl. . ." My hand
travelled lightly, sliding over her bottom, which straddled my belly. Her
cheeks were so open, I felt the bump of her tiny anus through the stretched
cotton. Her bottom clenched, opened. My hand back up over the smooth bony
back again, to her neck, around to her pretty face, feeling the sucking,
touching her lips on my breast. She made tiny grunts I don't think she was
even aware of.
    A slight shifting. "Here, baby, some more in this one, too," and she
dutifully switched breasts, saying "yum!" on the upswing, then sucksucksuck
on the new one. My other nontravelling hand went under the covers and felt my
own wetness. Mmmm, god. Other hand smoothed back down little Lisa, came to
the open bottom cheeks, stayed. I lazily drew circles around her little
bottom, while drawing smaller ones on my clit.
    "Ohhh, such a hungry little girl. Mmmmm. . .you make Mommy feel so goood.
Yes you do. . ." My circles were tightening on her bottom, drawing downwards,
feeling the heat and wetness against my belly. I softly touched her there,
fondling the hot putty in her panties. Her grunts were louder now, her
sucking intense, and her bottom cheeks quivered. I felt my own lovely orgasm
come. I tried to hold it down.
    "OhhHHhh, baby, baby, so good!! Yes, honey, ohhHhh BABY, that is SO GOOD!
Yeah, suck on Mommy, honey, suck it, suck it good, mmMMnnnnnggh!!
mMMMNaAAAHH!!"
    And little Lisa's bottom squeezed and twisted against my hand as she
moaned and rubbed her face in the wetness of my breasts.

Love, Louisa
--let me know if'n you want more