Date: Thu, 10 Oct 2002 11:27:54 EDT
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: Saturday AM Revelation ch5

    Lisa's mother returned that evening, and Lisa found herself unprepared
for the suddenness of the whole thing. It seemed that one minute she was
pushing her eager face into her aunt's wet, warm, open pussy; and the next
she was hugging her mother chastely and saying a cute, pleasant and utterly
innocent goodbye to her aunt, her love. As her Aunt Paula left the house,
Lisa detected what she thought was the hint of a wink, but it may not have
been. . .Mrs. May stood waving at her side. . .

    And Lisa was also not prepared for the overwhelming horniness she
experienced in subsequent days. She masturbated, as per Aunt Paula's
instructions, and that provided some relief. But only for a few moments, and
then the powerful feelings of desire would come back even stronger. She would
go to bed early in order to rub herself to sleep, only to awaken in the
middle of the night with her fingers deep inside her little bare girlhole,
obeying the dictates of her torrid dreams.

    This was summer, so there was no school, but she did go on shopping and
grocery trips with her mother occasionally. She surprised herself by looking
at all the people in these stores in a very different light than she had
before falling madly in love with her aunt. And being a tiny,
innocent-seeming eleven-year-old girl, she was afforded the opportunity to
observe people in more detail than an adult.

    There was Mrs. DiPetrio, for instance, at the clothing boutique. Mrs.
DiPetrio had run a daycare when Lisa was in kindergarten, and Lisa had never
noticed how really pretty she was. Mrs. DiPetrio had full red lips, great big
brown eyes, and very thick, black hair. As her mother and Mrs. DiPetrio stood
chatting in the cosmetics aisle, Lisa looked at the woman and imagined her
without any clothes on. Immediately, she felt a thrill in her tummy. She
imagined how thick Mrs. DiPetrio's big pussy bush must be, all crinkly and
smushed up under her jeans. Lisa swallowed, and sighed. At that moment, the
woman looked at Lisa and smiled. And something about the girl's expression
made her blush and look quickly away. Could she read my mind?   Better watch
my horny thoughts. She told her mother she had to go to the bathroom, and
masturbated furiously in the stall.

    And one morning at the market, she noticed a handsome, very well-dressed
middle-aged woman in a dark red business suit searching for something on a
floor shelf. She saw the woman look casually around and find that, apart from
Lisa herself, no one was in the aisle. Lisa idled nearer and watched as the
neatly-coiffed, trim matron bent over to reach way into the back of this
shelf. What she sought was apparently very hard to reach, and the shelf was
quite deep. Lisa silently stole directly behind the woman and squatted,
ostensibly to get something on the opposite lower shelf, but actually to
stare, horny beyond measure, up the unknown woman's skirt. Lisa's breath
quickened, and she felt her little pussy pulse when she saw that underneath
her very proper business suit, the woman wore just the smallest of thongs and
that it was a satiny, even somewhat stained, white. The woman's dark, fatty
labia hung bisected by the tiny, decorative undergarment, and Lisa saw no
hair; even her asshole, a rather large, dark halo clearly visible between the
tanned, fit cheeks, was on display. Only the very center of her anus was
covered, and that barely.

    Lisa wanted so badly to touch it! To reach up and put a trembling
fingertip to the obviously warm, tender parts. . .

    The woman abruptly pulled back and stood, and Lisa scrambled to look
busy, reaching into her own shelf. She turned and watched the woman's
purposeful high-heeled strut back down the aisle, the thonged ass swivelling
beneath the proper suit. Oh, I am sooo horny! Lisa barely restrained an urge
to rub herself right there by the applesauce.

    When they got home, Lisa and her mom followed their usual routine of Lisa
removing the goods from the bags and her mom putting them away. Jane wore her
tennis togs, and as she stood on the stool to put away the paper goods up
high, Lisa's interest was piqued. Her mom had a beautiful bottom! The girl's
mouth literally fell open with the revelation. She watched, rapt, as Moira
May stretched to pack the paper towel rolls up into the high shelf. Her short
little tennis skirt rode up high, and the fully revealed "tennis panties",
though prim, outlined very clearly the fine, luscious lines of her mother's
elegantly curvy bum. Not as soft and round as dear Aunt Paula's, but trim,
firm, sexy. . .Oh, my God, thought Lisa. Right here in my own house! She
determined, somehow, to see more of that wonderful bottom.

    Jane, perhaps sensing the intensity of the stare, looked down at her
little tomboy daughter. "What, honey?"

    Lisa realized she'd had her mouth open. "I just didn't realize how pretty
you were."

    Her mother's eyebrows raised. "Well," as she got down off the stool, and
put it back under the counter, "thank you, Lisa, that's very sweet." She
leaned down and kissed her forehead. "But you still can't wear my makeup, if
that's what you're after."

    "Rats!" Lisa thought she better cut her losses, and fessed up to her
mom's suspicion. She didn't think her mom would be all that understanding if
she'd answered, "oh, it's not that, Mom, I was just amazed at what a
beautiful butt you have!" No, that wouldn't work at all. . .



    That night there was a summer storm, with very dramatic flashes of
lightning and thunder. Lisa knocked at her mother's door.

    "Yes, honey?" Her mom sat up in bed with her reading glasses on,
finishing up some business reports. She wore a long football jersey, and sat
cross-legged. Her long, dark blonde hair was brushed out, and fell
luxuriantly about her slim shoulders. Lisa noticed that her legs were very
smooth-looking, and tan.

    "Um. . .I'm kind of scared of the thunder. . ." Lisa murmured, leaning
against the door in her Powerpuff Girls t-shirt and pink panties.

    Her mother looked over her glasses at her daughter. "It is raining cats
and dogs out there, isn't it?" She patted the bed beside her. "Come on." As
Lisa jumped onto the bed, her mother warned, "just for tonight, honey.
Remember, my bed's my bed, and -- "

    "-- and your bed's yours, I know, Mommy, I'm just scared of all the
thunder." Lisa snuggled under the covers, the soles of her feet enjoying the
feel of her mom's smooth satin sheets.

    "I know, honey." Moira took off her glasses and put them on her night
stand. "And that's why it's Oh. Kay." And she tapped Lisa's nose, kissed it,
and turned off the light. Lisa heard her mother rustle herself under the
covers. "Good night, sweetie."

    "Night, Mommy." Lisa loved her mother's smell, a delicate, slightly spicy
floral. On an impulse, she leaned in to kiss her mother's cheek, but ended up
kissing her neck. It was strong, smooth, and warm. She felt her mother's hand
on her hip. Pat, pat. Then away.



    After a few minutes, Lisa became overwhelmed by desire. Her normal
routine of masturbating herself to sleep, touching herself the way that Aunt
Paula had taught her, was ingrained by now, and she ached to bring herself
relief. Perhaps just a small, slight movement. . .she slowly slid her hand
down her tummy and under the elastic of her panties. A finger lightly
explored her moistening slit.

    The presence of her Mom beside her pushed her horniness level up a few
notches as well. But the light toying was very frustrating, as Lisa was used
to really going at herself, sawing and digging with both hands, and bouncing
all over the bed. She introduced another finger, and got what she considered
a very light but steady good thing going ---

    "Lisa?"

    Oops. "Hmm?"

    "What're you doing, honey?"

    "Just. . .just movin' around," murmured Lisa.

    "Really?"

    "Uh-huhh. . ." Dang! She even caught THAT. Gonna have to wait 'til she
falls asleep. She waited what seemed hours, or looong minutes, her horniness
building with each thought. And many of these thoughts now involved the
nearness of her newly sexy mother! Soon, in spite of the danger, her eager
hand crept back to its playpen between her thin, opening thighs. . .

    "Lisa," came her mother's voice again out of the dark, and now the light
switched on. Her mother looked down at her. "Honey? What are you doing?"

    Lisa squinted up at her mother. The outline of her arm under the covers
led damningly down to the lump of her little fist poking up between the
outline of her legs. "I'm. . .rubbing my missy."

    Her mother nodded. "Well, don't."

    "Why not?"

    Her mother stroked the top of Lisa's head. "Because," she took a deep
breath, then let it out slowly, "because it's not something you want to get
into the habit of."

    "But it feels so good!" Lisa was really mystified now.

    "I know. . .it's just. . .not something you should be doing, that's all."

    "Do you ever do it?"

    Her mother actually BLUSHED! Seeing that made Lisa's little missy do a
little somersault. "Sometimes, if. . .only every once in a GREAT while, if I
absolutely HAVE to, then I do, yes. But not often at all."

    "But, Mom. . .it feels so GOOD. . .why would it be bad? Or. . .only do
it, like, just a little, little bit?"

    "Lisa. . .honey. . ." Mrs. May's eyes went to the little lump of covers
over her daughter's crotch area, and felt a soft shifting deep inside
herself. And there was no way she was going to even consider that kind of
thought. "You're too young to understand right now, so, I'm just saying,
don't. Okay?"

    Lisa was confused. "Okay. I guess."

    Her mother looked confused as well, but somewhat relieved to have
finished the loaded conversation. She nodded at Lisa, offered a weak smile.
"Okay." And she turned to turn off the light.

    The tension was quite palpable then, and both mother and daughter were
aware of feelings of lust, love, frustration, curiosity, and of the certainty
that the other was feeling much of these feelings in silence right beside
her. To Moira were added vague feelings of guilt for wimping out on the sex
talk, and to Lisa, feelings of anger that her release had been prohibited.
Soon, it became too much for the girl. She rose from the bed.

    "Night," she murmured, standing up by the bed.

    "You going back to your room?"

    Lisa sighed, loudly. "Uh-huhh." A pause.

    "To masturbate?"

    "What?"

    "To. . .rub your missy?" Another pause. Would her mother deny her THIS?

    "Uh-huhh."

    "Oh, Lisa." The light came on again. Her mother's eyes were red. "Come
here, honey."

    She opened her arms. Lisa came slowly into them, to sit between her
mother's legs. Mrs. May wrapped her arms around her daughter. Lisa felt her
mother's small, sharp breasts beneath the jersey press against the back of
her neck.

    "It's OK, honey," her mother murmured above her head, "you can rub your
missy here. It's called masturbating. I just want you to be. . .responsible,
I guess, just. . .not masturbating so much that that's all you want to do.
Ever." She turned Lisa around a bit to look into her eyes. "Okay?"

    "Okay. . ." Lisa felt strange, liberated, but a bit shy. But while she
was at it, why not push the envelope? "It feels good, but. . ."

    "What?"

    "Well. . .I don't know what everything is, or does, or. . .sometimes when
I rub I get a really. . .really, REALLY good feeling, but then other times, I
think I don't rub in the same place, and it's. . .different. . ." Her voice,
the tiny voice of a sixth-grade girl, spoke low and earnestly.

    "I know, honey. . ." Her mother's voice was low and comforting now, her
head resting on the top of Lisa's. Talking so intimately with her mom about
this was getting Lisa VERY horny again.

    "Like. . .when I rub HERE," and Lisa had the nerve and horniness to
actually yank down her panties to her knees and spread her thighs while
sitting in her mom's embrace, "HERE," and she touched her tiny bud of a
clitoris, "I get all tingly, and it feels really good like, hot hot good, but
when I touch HERE," and she slid her finger further down her slit, "it feels
good too, but more like, warm, and, and. . .kind of like kissing, or
something. Oh, I don't know. . .I'm just confused. . ."

    Her mother sat, a bit shocked at the raw openness of her little
daughter's actions, but bemused at her almost studious earnestness. Here her
little Lisa was, sitting between her legs, her little pink panties at her
knees, legs open; and she was talking about masturbating herself as she might
discuss the best place to get a perm. . . Moira was also aware of how nice
the movements of her daughter's bottom against her own "missy" were feeling.
In this new spirit of mother-daughter openness, she let it continue; indeed,
she moved her legs apart ever so slightly, telling herself that it was
necessary to get a better look at Lisa's demonstration. Her strong hands
rested on the bed on each side of Lisa's thin thighs. "You sound like you
know what you like," she murmured.

    "But that's the thing!" Lisa's head craned around to look up at her
mother's face. "I DON'T. But I want to. I just don't know what everything is.
. ." and she stroked her mound forlornly.

    Mrs. May smiled. "Well, that place you touched first, that made you feel
really, really, really good, that's called your clitoris."

    Lisa deliberately mistouched. "Here?"

    "No, up a bit."

    "Here?" Lisa touched her protruding labia.

    "No, the. . ." Moira brought her hand up and pointed down at Lisa's
little joy nub. "Right here, silly."

    A bit disappointed that her mom didn't touch her, Lisa touched herself,
and more lewdly than she would have dared even two minutes ago. "Oh, HERE. .
." And she took the bud between her stubby thumb and forefinger and twirled
lightly. "Mmmm, yep, that's the place." She continued to idly diddle her clit
while she talked. Her mom couldn't keep her eyes off the spectacle. "And this
is my. . .?"

    Mrs. May swallowed. "Your. . .clitoris."

    "My. . .clitoris. . ." Lisa sighed. "Boy, it sure feels good. . ." She
looked up again at her mother, whose color had risen. Lisa felt her mother's
breathing quicken slightly. "Is this how you do it. . .when you do it?"
    Moira nodded, staring at her daughter's langorously busy hand. She felt
Lisa's bottom slowly moving to the girl's ministrations, sending warm little
ripples of pleasure deep into her own very hungry, lonely pussy. My God, what
was her little girl doing to her? "Different. . .moves, ways of touching, but
it's all. . ," she murmured vaguely, the stirrings becoming more and more
imperious. What had seemed just cute and naive just moments ago now seemed so
incredibly sexy to Lisa's mom. Watching her daughter masturbate in her lap
was turning Moira May on like nothing ever had in her life. What was wrong
with her??

    "Mommy?" Lisa's small voice brought her back.

    "Yes, hon."

    "Can I see how you . . .mast-er-bate?"

    It took her breath away. Not the temerity of the request, but the fact
that the thought of doing such a thing made Moira simply mad with desire,
whereas just five minutes ago she would have rejected even the hint of such a
suggestion out of hand. Still, she felt she had to put up SOME sort of
resistance. This was her daughter, after all. . . "Oh, Lisa. . .honey, I
don't know if that's such a good idea. . ."

    "Oh, PLEEEEESE??? Please, please, PLEEEEEESE??? I promise I'll be good."
Whatever that meant.

    "Well. . ." Mrs. May really could not believe she was about to DO this.
But the thought of being able to relieve herself of this huge desire, and to
do it for her pretty little daughter. Or in front of. Or just DO her pretty
little daughter. Ohh, she felt faint, she was so horny. The constant,
sensuous movement of Lisa's bottom against her pussy felt absolutely
wonderful. "Mmmhh." A soft moan escaped her. "Alright."

    "Yaay!"

    Now that she'd decided, Moira was all business, as usual. Though this was
as far from "as usual" as she could ever imagine getting. She pulled the
jersey over her head, and threw it to the floor. Lisa turned to get a
face-to-face with her 37-year-old mother's rather small but sharp-nippled
breasts. The nipples were quite long, and at the moment, very erect.

    "Wow, cool boobies, Mom."

    Mrs. May chuckled somewhat wildly. "You like them?" She looked down and
squeezed one. She shuddered. "Ooh. Yes, at least they're still standing up."

    Lisa touched a nipple. "Yep. And they look happy, too."

    Her mother sighed, and smiled, amazed at all this openness. "They are
very happy, Lisa." And she found herself blushing again. "Okay, you. . .just
sit across from me, and let's . . .go ahead."

    "Al-RIGHT!" Lisa scooted a few feet down the bed and faced her mom, her
panties still at her knees.

    "Might as well take those off." Lisa whisked her panties off and onto the
floor. She spread her legs and watched her mom.

    Now, thought Moira, is when I go forward or back. Either I remove my
panties in front of my daughter, or I stop all this foolishness and pack her
off to BED. She knew what she SHOULD do. And what she WANTED. She hooked
thumbs into her pantywaist, raised her trim hips, and drew her plain cotton
panties down her legs. When they'd reached her ankles, she plucked them off
her feet, bunched them in a fist, gave a sly-yet-triumphant look to the rapt
little Lisa, and tossed them dramatically towards her bathroom door. She now
sat stark naked before her near-naked, golden-skinned 11-year-old daughter.
She waved a stray strand of dark-gold hair away from her face and looked at
Lisa.

    "Well," and Mrs. May realized that, though indescribably horny, she also
felt somewhat awkward. She opened her thighs and drew her knees up a bit.

    "Oh, Mom. . .your missy is sooo pretty!" And it was, too: a very elegant,
finely drawn missy, with just a thin "V" of fine brown hair above her
close-mouthed slit.

    Again, her mother blushed, a rosy hue that spread from her cheeks down to
just above her boobs. "Thank you, Lisa. You do, too, speaking of pretty
missies."

    Lisa grinned and spread her legs wide. "But mine's ALL naked. And, "she
looked down, "mine looks like it has a BIG mouth!"

    Mrs. May smiled. "Just like you, honey. But I like that. Now, do you want
me to show you how I masturbate, or not?" Lisa nodded vigorously. "Okay. . ."
and Moira brought a long-fingered hand to her pussy. "First, I just. . . kind
of say hi to my vagina, to my missy, just. . .stroke it like I'm petting a
kitty."

    "A pussy cat." Lisa couldn't resist, but kept an innocent face on.

    "A pussy cat, yes. Actually, that's what we sometimes call our missy, but
it's not really a good word."

    "A pussy cat?"

    "No, just. . .pussy. My pussy." And just saying the word while touching
herself before Lisa brought on a little flood inside her. Mrs. May felt
herself reaching beyond the "greeting" stage. "Mmm."

    "It's feeling good?"

    The mother looked at her curious daughter, and nodded. "Mm-hmm. It is,
honey, it's starting to feel good. Why don't you go ahead and try doing what
I'm doing."

    "Okay," and Lisa, in heaven now, let her lithe little limbs flop open and
began following her mother's lead.

    "Right, good." A few minutes now of dreamy stroking, while each watched
the other and became more and more turned on by how much the other was. Soon
the only sounds in the bedroom, besides the rain outside, were the soft moans
and coos of mother and daughter, as their pleasure increased.

    Moira was a bit breathless now. "Alright, honey. . .now. . .I'm going to.
. .to start, ummm, opening myself up, like, like this. . .ooooh, my. .
.mmmmm, that feels soo good. . ."

    "I know, Mommy, I'm getting kind of. . .ummmm, oooh. . . ohhhhh, Mommy. .
."

    Wet, sticky sounds now, too, like thick sauce bubbling fast. "Ohh, yeah,
Lisa, honey, good, honey, ohhhh, let it go. . ." Moira was in a sort of dream
world now, neither coming yet, nor not coming. She felt as if she had been
coming now for what seemed hours. She watched Lisa come as if from a
distance. It was so erotic, so immensely sexy, that she felt her whole body
would just. . .melt.

    Lisa then came, sighing, and more sedately than usual, as she didn't want
to miss a thing. She crept towards her mother and lay down on her tummy to
watch, up close, the expert workings her mom had going. It was like she was
in a trance. Lisa reached in and put her small hand on her mom's.

    Her mother merely smiled, eyes glazed with lust. Lisa then moved the
small hand downwards, until it almost reached the bed. A pudgy finger touched
the slick, soft skin of her mother's anus.

    Mrs. May gasped softly. She looked down at her little daughter and her
expression seemed to indicate a confused willingness. When Lisa's finger
pressed upon her mother's asshole, the softened ring gave easily, and the
girl's finger sank in up to her second knuckle. She looked at her finger
inside her mom's bottom hole and felt her missy start to pulse again. She
reached under herself and started rubbing.

    When Lisa's finger entered her asshole, her mother's pleasure intensified
ten-fold. To see her little daughter put a finger in her butt and lie there
fingering herself -- it put Mrs. May over the top, and she began to moan
helplessly, uncontrollably. It was almost a chant, and had such need, such
desire in it, that it drove Lisa to go all out: she wanted to taste her
mother.

    And by now, Moira May was in no state to deny anything, so when Lisa
leaned in and began kissing her mom's wet, wet pussy, it only made her mother
come harder. At the same time realizing in a distant, real life that letting
one's daughter go down on you is not a proper thing, all she could do was
utter a choked, "ohhh, Lisa, no, no, honey. . . ohhh my God, Lisa, ohhHHHhhh.
. ."and her tongue stuck out between her pressed lips, as her body ground her
hungry pussy into the little girl's eager mouth.

    "Ohhh, God! Ohh  God, no, noo, ohhh, mmmmmnnngggaaaAAAHHH!!! AAAHHHH!!!!"
She had both hands in her daughter's hair, both hands then holding Lisa's
pigtails, pulling the girl's cute little sucking and licking mouth into her
open, pulsing pussy. And, with Lisa's little finger thrusting far up into her
bottom, fucking her ass, MoiraMay came harder than she'd ever, ever come;
fucking her daughter's face, fucking Lisa's driving finger into a complete,
collapsed oblivion. . .


Dear dear readers,
       I don't know if this is it with Lisa/AP/Mum or not. Perhaps I'll light
off into completely new territory! Let me know what you desire. . .   xL