Date: Wed, 24 Nov 2021 23:21:10 +0000
From: gymcoachnj@tutanota.com
Subject: "Robbi: Preparing for Perfection"

"Robbi: Preparing for Perfection"
A Short Fictional Fantasy
By N.J. English

© 2021 All Rights Reserved

DISCLAIMER: The following story is completely fictional in nature and does
not describe any real people, places or situations. The following content
is sexually explicit in nature, and if such material offends you or is
illegal for you to view, please discontinue reading and destroy now.

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"Robbi! It's time to wake up for school!" The voice of Robbi's mother,
Christy, echoed throughout their large home. Just like any other
eleven-year-old, Robbi didn't want to get up for another day of the sixth
grade. Christy starts to prepare her things for the day, and the stubborn
preteen still isn't budging.

Robbi's mom, growing impatient, quickly walks toward Robbi's bedroom and
swings the door open. She was going to scream, but as she swings the door
open, the first thing that she sees is a quick flash of Robbi's hot pink
panties. Robbi is fast asleep on her stomach, the covers falling off or the
bed in a heap. She's laying with her right leg straight, and her left leg
bent and hitched up to the side, really showing off her long legs. Robbi is
super tall and slender for her age, with long brown hair, and a body so
slender that you can see most of the bones in her body. From this angle,
Robbi's panties are hiked up a little bit, beginning to crawl up her butt
crack, exposing the tan lines from spending so much time in tiny little
bikinis in the son.

Christy has always appreciated her daughter's beauty, and she'd be lying if
she said that she didn't find Robbi attractive. But she'd always managed to
keep it in check. She'd avoid looking at Robbi in her bikinis or
underwear. She knew that those kinds of thoughts weren't necessarily
"appropriate" for a mother to have about her daughter, but she just
couldn't help it. Robbi was so tall, athletic and bubbly. And she loved to
show it off too; she loved to walk around in her panties and a small white
t-shirt or a sports bra. She knew that she had an amazing figure, and she
wasn't about to let it go to waste. Christy shook the thoughts about her
daughter out of her head for the time being.

"Robbi, you have to get up now. Where's your cheerleading uniform? You have
a competition tomorrow. Does it even still fit?"

"Yes, mom. It still fits."

"Get up and put it on so I can make sure."

"Ughhh - fine." Robbi rolls out of bed, flinging her long legs across her
body, again showing off her beautiful butt in those pink panties.

Robbi goes over to her dresser to get her cheerleading uniform. It's in the
bottom drawer, so she bends over to grab it. As she bends over, it's
apparent that the pink underwear she's wearing right now is too small for
her. Hinging forward at the hips, her panties climb up into her ass, and
slowly start to disappear inside of her. The soft pink fabric surrounding
her private parts pulls in tighter, outlining her young, eleven-year-old
slit.

At this point, Christy is nearly drooling. She can't help but get excited
looking at Robbi. Robbi has a perfect body, one that Christy would love to
do some nasty things to. Robbi grabs her cheerleading shorts, skin-tight,
shiny white spandex, and she slides them on over top of her panties.

"Let me take a look" the horny mom says. She gets up close to Robbi, and
taking her by the shoulders, slowly spins her in a circle to get a closer
look. Robbi's grown a lot in the past year, so the shorts are pretty snug
on her. You can see the panties right through the white shorts. As much as
it is turning Christy on to see how these shorts fit her daughter, in her
head she's thinking about how hot it would be to rip them off of Robbi,
bend her over the bed, and --

"Mom does it fit okay?"

"Yeah, sweetheart it fits perfectly. But you can see your panty lines
through the shorts."

"So?"

"You don't want to broadcast everything you've got to the world! We can't
have everyone able to see your underwear through your shorts. Don't worry,
we'll go after you're done school and get you some new underwear that you
can wear under them."

Christy has to walk away before she becomes visibly wet through her yoga
pants. Robbi starts getting ready for school. She strips down naked,
throwing her clothes in the dirty clothes hamper, and goes to take a
shower.

###

Now that Robbi's gone to school, and Christy's husband John is at work,
Christy has the house to herself. She hasn't been able to stop thinking
about Robbi in those hot pink panties since she saw them this
morning. Christy was trying to get some household chores done, but she
can't focus, with that image of her daughter's round preteen ass burned
into her mind.

She gives up. Christy goes back up to Robbi's bedroom and grabs those pink
panties right out of the clothes hamper. Holding them in her hand, Christy
feels the soft lycra that they're made out of. Looking closely, she can see
the slight pattern that makes up the design of the panties - a slightly
darker pink in a sort of cheetah-print pattern. Examining the underwear
from every possible angle, Christy starts to feel that familiar warm, wet
feeling between her thighs, one that her husband hasn't been able to give
to her in some time now.

She takes her daughter's panties, and she lies down on Robbi's bed. Laying
on her back, she closes her eyes, and thinks back to what her daughter's
athletic preteen ass looked like, filling out these cute little
panties. She replays the morning, how Robbi's butt ate up the underwear and
she got out of bed; how she could see the little design right through the
back of Robbi's cheerleading shorts.

Before she even knew it, Christy had her daughter's underwear pressed up
against her nose, and she was deeply inhaling the sweet scent of her
daughter's private parts. No one had gotten a chance to do this. Robbi
wasn't even interested in boys yet at eleven years old. Christy was the
only one who could now say that they'd sniffed Robbi's scent. Sniffing in
that sweet preteen smell, Christy takes her other hand and begins to feel
her own body. She's wearing a pair of gray yoga pants, and she first just
tickles the outside of her legs with her fingers.

As she gets more excited, she slips her free hand under the waist band of
her yoga pants, and begins to feel around her swollen clit. The more she
sniffs her daughter's panties, the more wet she becomes; the more wet she
becomes, the more aggressively she fucks herself. She sticks two of her
fingers inside her own pussy, and she starts moaning, biting onto Robbi's
panties. As she continues to moan louder and louder, she throws the panties
to the side. Pulling out her cell phone, she brings up a picture of
Robbi. It's a sports action shot from Robbi's last cheerleading
competition. She's being held up in the air by three other girls. One leg
is pulled fully into the air, showing the outline of Robbi's vulva through
those same tight white shorts she tried on earlier.

Looking at the picture, Christy begins to breathe heavier, her chest rising
and falling, her toes curling under, anchoring her to her preteen
daughter's bed. In a quick instant of pleasure, Christy takes her hands off
of her body and grabs onto Robbi's sheets, but she can't stop the orgasm
that's happening. Completely hands-free, a wave of intense pleasure comes
over Christy, and she's screaming at the top of her lungs in ecstasy. She
squirts all over Robbi's bed, her fluids drenching the sheets and blanket
that just hours ago covered her daughter. Christy feels shame, pleasure and
curiosity all at the same time as she gets up from the bed, taking a moment
to notice the soaked sheets and her soaked clothes. She takes the sheets
off of Robbi's bed and throws them in the washer while she changes. Can't
have Robbi coming home to that.

###

From the kitchen, Christy hears the front door shut - Robbi must be home
from school. Robbi walks into the kitchen in her khaki skirt and navy-blue
polo that the school makes her wear, and grabs a snack.

"Robbi, get started on your homework, and then we'll go shopping."

"Shopping? Shopping for what?"

"Shopping for underwear; underwear that's not going to give you panty lines
for your competition tomorrow."

"You were being serious?"

"Yes! Now hurry up and do your homework."

"I don't have any homework, it's Friday."

"Okay, well then go put your backpack in your room, and let's get moving,
then." Robbi runs upstairs to put her backpack away, and Christy again gets
excited thinking about the new sheets that are on the bed because she'd had
the best orgasm of her life on her eleven-year-old daughter's bed.

They get in Christy's minivan, and drive to a local lingerie shop, a
Victoria's Secret store. Christy confidently walks into the store holding
Robbi's hand. Robbi is clearly a little uncomfortable.

"Mom, are you sure this is the place we should look for -"

"This is going to be the best place to find something."  Christy walks up
to one of the employees and asks them where she can find the best underwear
that won't leave panty lines. She made up this whole story about how she
has to where leggings for her job as a restaurant hostess, and she wants
something that's not going to show any panty lines.

"Oh, absolutely. So you could go either with one of our lines of seamless
underwear, or with something like a thong. They're both over there by that
sign."

Christy thanks the girl and walks over to the section with Robbi. Without
even thinking twice, Christy grabs an extra small thong in every color they
have, and walks over to the fitting rooms with her daughter. Normally, you
wouldn't think twice about a mom bringing their young daughter into the
fitting room with them if there's nobody else to look after them.

Christy and Robbi are maybe six inches apart in this small fitting room.

"Okay, get undressed so that we can try these on." Robbi always listened to
her mother, and she wasn't about to start disobeying now. She drops her tan
khaki skirt to reveal the cutest pair of pure, white cotton panties, which
were also required with her school uniform. Of course, Robbi wore the
tightest pair she could find, and the white fabric hugged her gentle curves
so affectionately. Christy was already beginning to get excited. Christy
handed Robbi the first thong, an extra small, bright yellow thong with a
small lace thong. This was definitely not underwear that was designed to be
worn by an eleven-year-old.

Robbi slips her white panties down to her ankles, and carefully steps out
of them. Christy does everything she can to not let out a small moan of
pleasure as she sees her daughter's young, perfectly hairless pussy there
in the fitting room. Robbi bent over again to slip into the extra small
thong. As she released it and the waist band snapped against her muscular
abdomen, you could see that it was a perfect fit. Not only was it the
perfect fit, but the yellow color looked amazing against Robbi's suntanned
skin.

"Turn around, let me see," Christy barked at Robbi. Robbi started to rotate
slowly. The small lace thong fit so perfectly between her tight butt
cheeks. It's like it was made for her.

"Mmm, I like it - it fits well. What do you think?"

"I think it's a little small, no?"

"That's the point, we want it to be really small, so that you can't see it
through your shorts. Why don't we try on one more?" Reaching for a second
one, Christy this time hands her daughter a purple g-string. This one was a
no-frills g-string, and was as small as they come. The purple strings all
connected at the back by a small circular metal loop. On the tiny string
that would go between Robbi's legs was a small embroidered pink heart.

"Mom, this one's even smaller!"

"Just try it on!" Robbi drops the yellow lace thong to the floor, replacing
it with the tiny purple g-string. Again spinning around to show her mom,
you can see nearly every inch of Robbi. Christy had seen Robbi naked plenty
of times, but something about seeing her in this mature purple thong really
turned Christy on, and she could feel herself soaking through her own
thong.

After some thought, Christy bought the purple g-string, and they both
checked out, pretending the thong was for Christy. Robbi felt a little
weird about wearing the g-string, but again, she wasn't the type to
question her mom's judgment.

###

The sun is shining on a bright and early Saturday morning. The cheerleading
competition is today, and Robbi is always the center of attention on her
team. Whether that's because of her athletic abilities or her jaw-dropping
appearance is still up for debate.

As Robbi is in the shower, Christy lays out her cheerleading uniform for
her to put on. It consists of small, butt-hugging white shorts, an
equally-small white crop top, and of course, the new addition; the bright
purple g-string.

Robbi gets out of the shower while Christy is laying it out. She doesn't
care, but Christy takes note of Robbi's long and dripping wet body, as
small droplets of water roll down Robbi's undeveloped chest, her tight
midsection, and her long, well-developed legs. Robbi is completely naked
right in front of Christy.

"Mom are you okay? Why are you just staring at me?" Looking to make up
something quickly to explain her fixation with her daughter's naked body,
Christy speaks.

"I'm just so proud of you. You're always going out there, trying your
absolute hardest, and making me the proudest mom in the world." Robbi
blushes, towels herself off, and makes her way over to the cheerleading
uniform.

She slips on the g-string first. She stands there for a minute, because
she's still not used to the way it feels, having such little underwear on,
and that small string tracing the crack between her two perfect cheeks. She
then pulls her tight white shorts on overtop of the underwear, and then the
crop top onto her upper body. She takes a moment to admire her own body in
her body-length mirror. She turns to notice that there aren't any panty
lines, and she does admit that it looks better.

She bends forward to put socks on, and it's then that Christy notices it;
you can 100% see the purple g-string through the white shorts. When she's
standing upright and when she's bent over, it draws your attention right to
it. It really catches your eye. Christy is instantly wet. Robbi doesn't
really notice it or ask about it. A new thought enters Christy's head that
makes her even more wet: other people are going to see it too.

Her coach is going to see it when they're stretching to warm up. Her
teammates are going to see it when they're preparing to lift her into the
air. The spectators are all going to see it under the bright stage lights
while they compete. Anybody that walks by Robbi is going to see that purple
g-string on tight, eleven-year-old Robbi.

"Finish getting ready" Christy said to her daughter. Christy nearly ran to
the bathroom to masturbate again, this time just thinking about all the
people that would see Robbi's thong and want to fuck her senseless. It took
Christy maybe ninety seconds to reach full orgasm thinking about her
daughter and all the people that would look at her and get aroused. I mean
who knew, right? It could be other cheerleaders (older or younger),
coaches, judges, spectators, event staff; anybody who saw Robbi was pretty
much guaranteed to see this tiny little thong on this tiny little girl and
get excited about it.

Christy went back into Robbi's bedroom to wish her daughter good luck, and
to assure her that she would have the complete attention of everyone in the
arena.

###

Robbi walks into the warm-up room, and she sees her team preparing to warm
up. She jogs over to them, and as they start warming up, she finds her
stunt group. The stunt group consists of three other people: two bases and
a "backspot," who is responsible for the hips, head, neck and shoulders of
the flyer. Robbi's backspot is a nice thirteen-year-old boy named Dalton.

The coach barks out an order, basket tosses first. They set up the stunt
position for basket tosses. Now, if you don't know, on basket tosses, the
backspot starts with their hands around the waist of the flyer. As the
small flyer jumps into the "basket," the backspot puts both of their hands
on the flyers butt, and throws the flyer as high into the air as they
can. As Robbi loads into the basket toss position, Dalton sees the tiny
purple g-string through her shorts. He pretends not to notice, because what
was he going to do right now? After the toss is complete, though, you can
see him adjust his pants, likely becoming hard from what he'd just seen.

Dalton did his best to not look too interested throughout the rest of the
warm-up, and through the competition. It takes a lot of internal strength
to have your hands on a tight athletic body like Robbi's and not take any
action on those desires. At thirteen, Dalton was surging with hormones and
desire and imagination.

Despite Robbi's perfect performance, the team finishes in fourth
places. There were several falls in the stunt and tumbling sections of the
routine that meant they'd finish with a much lower score then they'd wanted
to. Now that they were done, they'd walk away from the competition floor
and back to their hotel rooms to rest for a bit.  As they were walking back
to the hotel rooms, Dalton starts up a conversation with Robbi.

"Hey, Robbi! You did amazing out there."

"Hey thanks, Dalton. It doesn't make much of a difference, though. We still
came in fourth."

"Yeah, true - but that doesn't mean you didn't do amazing."

"Thanks."

"Uh, listen Robbi. You're the most beautiful girl that I've ever seen, and
I just can't -"

"Woah, Dalton, what?" In this instant, Dalton grabs onto Robbi's arm, in an
attempt to bring her a little closer to him. Robbi moved to pull away from
Dalton, but his masculine urge took over. In an instant, he had pulled her
aside and into a room off to the side, a small private conference room.

"Listen, Dalton, I'm flattered, but I'm just not -"

Thirteen-year-old Dalton was horny, and eleven-year-old Robbi was
incredibly sexy. Dalton took Robbi and turned her around so that her back
was to him. He grabbed her hips and pulled her backward into him, feeling
her tight little but press up against his already rock-hard cock.

"Dalton!" He didn't care now. It was all about biology at this point. He
needed to cum. He covered her mouth with his one hand and pushed her body
forward over a table with the other. She was completely bent over a table,
and again he could see that tiny little g-string through her shorts. For a
minute or two, he dry humped her from behind, not even bothering to remove
their clothes. She was in tears, in disbelief at what was happening.

Dalton took his hand off of her mouth for just a second, only to find that
instead of screaming in fear, she let out a soft moan. Keeping her bent
over the table, he got down on his knees and removed the small white shorts
from her perfectly formed legs. From this view, he was mere inches away
from that small piece of purple fabric that had been driving him wild all
day long. He didn't waste any time, put his hands on her butt cheeks, and
started to kiss her sweet little ass. He licked around the edges of the
thong, feeling the fabric in between his fingers. He would pull it to the
side, rim her cute little butt hole with his tongue, and give her a tough
spank. She was enjoying it now, and didn't want Dalton to stop.

Dalton pulled the thong to the side, and began to explore her pussy with
his tongue. Occasionally, he'd stop to talk dirty.

"What do you think you're doing, wearing underwear like this, you dirty
little slut?"

Robbi didn't know what to say, or how to tell him that her mom made him
wear it, so she just let Dalton have his way. And Dalton was enjoying every
second of us.

Dalton licked Robbi's tight pussy for fifteen minutes, before Robbi tried
to stop him.

"Stop - something's happening."

"It's okay, you're going to cum, let it happen."

Robbi's small body starts to tremble, and that familiar wave up pleasure
washes over her. She let's out an audible moan, and uses her hand to smash
Dalton's face into her body. As she finishes, Dalton lets out a huge load
into his pants, without having ever touched himself. For a couple minutes,
they stand there, the both of them panting from exhaustion and
satisfaction.

###

Entering her hotel room, Robbi saw her mom, lying there on the bed, in
nothing but a white, lacey thong.

"How was the first day of the competition, sweetheart?" She looked with
lust in her eyes and nothing on her mind but sweet, bald pussy.

Dropping her shorts to the floor, removing her crop top, and standing
there, facing her mom in nothing but that tiny purple g-string, Robbi
answered her mom.

"Incredible."