Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2024 17:28:52 +0000 From: jordynstories.moonbeam932@simplelogin.com Subject: Playing with my children - Ch 12 Playing with my children CH 12 AUTHOR NOTE: This is another chapter in the ongoing story about Meghan and her two young children. She has a ten-year-old daughter and a thirteen-year-old son. The three of them explore some consensual sexual situations throughout this and upcoming chapters. This story is a complete work of fiction. Nothing in this story is based on a real-life scenario. The characters are fictitious and any resemblance to real life people is merely coincidental. You can send me feedback via email at jordynstories.moonbeam932@simplelogin.com. I try to answer every email, but please be patient if I don't answer you right away. Xo, Jordyn Lastly, please consider donating to this website to help it stay here! It is not free to run and every donation makes a difference! The link to make a donation is: https://donate.nifty.org/. Thank you for your support! {Chapter 012. Voyeur.} Rolling myself up on my side, I placed my hand on Sophie's bare stomach. She only flinched a little that time, which made me smile. She was getting used to my touch. For a short time, I tickled my way around her belly button, feeling the soft, supple skin of her ten-year-old body. She shivered gently and I felt a wave of arousal watching her reactions. Squeezing my thighs together, I felt the all-too-familiar pang of tingling pleasure that had been lodged between my legs for over a week. My pussy was wet, and I swear I could hear the sound of liquid squelching when I squeezed. My eyes zeroed in on my daughter's belly button. The skin poking up from the middle was alluring to me and, for several heartbeats, I found myself leaning closer as if I was about to start sucking on it. Instead, I tickled my fingertip across it. Sophie squirmed. I pressed against it, watching in fascination as the puff of skin in the center squished down inside. When I pressed a little harder, she sucked in a breath. Glancing at her face, I saw that she had her mouth open, breathing irregularly. I smiled. It seemed my little girl had a sensitive belly button, much like my own. But it was cruel to continue my foreplay when she was already so worked up, and I knew it. Not to mention, we had a show to put on for her older brother. Glancing at him, I saw his eyes staring openly at her naked pussy. He didn't notice me looking at him and, as I stared, his tongue snaked out of his mouth, doing a circuit around his lips. He was hungry for his little sister, I could tell. Turning back to the naked girl, I realized that I was, too. Without any further delay, I dragged my fingers down Sophie's tummy, right onto her young pussy. It astounded me to feel the difference in how soft her vaginal lips felt even compared to the soft skin of her belly. As I gently poked at her puffy vulva, she started whimpering softly. Using thumb and forefinger, I pulled the two lobes of skin apart until the tender, pink flesh within was exposed. Brandon gasped audibly, but I didn't look his way. My attention was riveted on the ten-year-old's little cunny. ***** Letting go of my daughter's lips, I started massaging them. Immediately her whimpers turned into quiet moans. Gliding my fingers up and down her pussy, I explored it while pleasuring her. I tickled my way toward the bottom and then slid one finger underneath, resting it along her perineum and then slowly dragging it up the middle of her slit. When my finger hitched as it slipped into the subtle indentation of her opening, I smiled when I felt how wet she was. For a few seconds, I circled her hole, prodding it. Liquid dribbled from inside of her, coating my fingertip. With a shiver of arousal, I slowly slid my finger up the canal of flesh between her pussy lips. When I reached the top, my daughter gasped. I could feel her tiny clitoris. It was extremely small, like a little mosquito bite. It minded me of her small tits and I found myself musing over whether her clit would bud at the same time her breasts did. Tickling my finger back and forth across Sophie's clit, I watched her body begin to squirm. Her moans grew louder and I could hear her breathing becoming shallow. After spending a few minutes tantalizing her little kitty button, my fingertip felt dry again, so I slid it back down her lips until I found her opening once more. Pressing into it, a deluge of fluid poured out. My little attack on her clit had produced a fair amount of juice. Delighted with it, I massaged her vaginal hole, gently prodding and pushing my fingertip against the center of it. Unable to resist, applied a little more pressure and felt the tip of my finger dip inside of her. "Oh," Sophie exclaimed softly, her hips twisting involuntarily. With half the tip of my finger inside of her, I rolled it in tiny circles. As I had hoped, more juice started leaking onto my skin. Taking a deep breath, I tensed the muscles in my arm and then carefully pushed my finger a little deeper into her pussy. She gasped and at the same exact time, I heard Brandon gasp behind me. With my finger poised where it was, I quickly turned my head and gazed at my son. His eyes were wide as he stared at his little sister's pussy and what I was doing to her. Looking down, I saw his cock sticking straight out again. It looked almost harder than it had been when we masturbated him in the bathtub. And it was twitching like crazy. I was a little surprised that he wasn't masturbating. Sophie's pussy suddenly clenched tightly around my fingertip. Swinging my head back to her, I gaped at her vagina. As I stared at it, I could see the puckered little opening clenching and relaxing against my finger, over and over. She was breathing heavily, too. I realized that the muscles in her legs were rather taut and it looked like she was trying to push her butt up in the air. Oh wow. This was turning her on so much she looked like she was about to cum. With my finger still inside my daughter's little cunny, I pivoted my hand up so I could reach her clitoris at the same time. Digging one finger between the folds of skin, I found it quickly. It was hot when I brushed a different finger across it. Sophie gasped loudly at the sensation. Then I proceeded to masturbate her. With my finger still wedged inside her opening, I pressed it gently in and out, penetrating her only to the first knuckle. At the same time, my second finger was rolling her clit around in tiny circles, pressing a little harder every few seconds. Sophie started breathing louder and louder. I realized that I could hear her older brother breathing heavily, too. I wondered if he was masturbating finally. But I didn't want to turn my attention away from the ten-year-old's vagina. Concentrating on what I was doing, I continued pleasuring my little girl with my hand. I started moving my rolling finger against her clit even faster, pressing harder against her, while my other finger continued its gentle half-inch plunge into her opening. My body was so aroused that I started clenching muscles all over my body without thinking. And suddenly, my efforts to get my daughter off were manifesting in what I was doing to her. Pressing down hard against her clitoris with my fingertip, I couldn't help the action from increasing the pressure of my other finger, too. She was starting to writhe on the bed and I could tell she was getting close. Suddenly my finger that was just inside her entrance slipped deeper. I felt it glide inside of her, past the second knuckle before I could stop myself. Then I held still, my finger lodged in her cunt. Her hands moved quickly, snaking over her own crotch and then landing on my wrist, side by side. She squeezed. At first, I thought she wanted me to pull my finger out. It was incredibly tight inside her virgin pussy, and I had to wonder if this was uncomfortable for her. Much to my astonishment, my daughter tugged at my wrist. But she was pulling me toward her, not away. With a gasp, I realized she was trying to get me deeper in her pussy. When I looked up at her face, her head was tilted back, eyes closed and mouth open wide. It was the sexiest thing I had ever witnessed. My little girl was in the throes of ecstasy and begging me to fuck my finger deeper inside of her. Who was I to deny her that request? Forcing my other finger to start moving again, I diddled her clit while pushing my other finger gently into her very wet pussy. It was hard to make it go in any further, but with effort, I managed to. Then I started rolling my finger inside of her in little circles, tickling the inside of her vaginal walls. "MOMMY!" Sophie cried out loudly. Her entire body had just locked up hard. Her grip on my wrist tightened and then she started shaking. I could hear Brandon breathing irregularly behind me. Was that the sound of stroking I was hearing? I hoped so. But I couldn't pull my eyes away from the ten-year-old's little cunny. Her pussy was squeezing my finger over and over from the inside. Still diddling her clit as fast as I could, I drew her orgasm to the surface. Everything seemed to loosen at the same time. Sophie's entire body flailed, like a fish out of water. She thrashed, crying out and moaning loudly. From inside of her, I felt it growing hotter. And wetter. And then something was leaking out of her, rapidly. Gently pulling my finger backward until only the tip was inside, I plunged it into her again. Liquid literally sprayed from her, like my finger was a little mini plunger. In and out, I finger-fucked my daughter's quivering cunny. My other finger was still dancing across her clit, helping her orgasm along. Sophie's orgasm lasted nearly three minutes. She rolled and whimpered and shuddered the entire time. And she never once let go of my wrist with her two little hands. But then all her muscles seemed to let go at the same time. As I felt her sinking into the bed, I knew she was spent. Gently sliding my finger out of her, I pulled my hand up from her crotch. Staring down at her, I watched as she continued to shiver. She had her eyes closed, mouth still open. Slowly turning my head to see what my son was doing, I smiled when I saw his hand curled around his little shaft. He was slowly stroking himself while staring with lust-filled eyes at the scene of his little sister just having a rather intense orgasm. He looked at my face and swallowed hard, and then let go of his penis. It was twitching between his legs. With a smile, I lifted my hand to my lips and slid my finger inside my mouth. The taste was completely unexpected. My daughter's pussy juice was not at all like my own. It was so much sweeter. And the tanginess was less like a lemon and more like a peach. Or maybe a strawberry. Either way, it was intoxicating. Brandon stared at me while I eagerly sucked Sophie's juices from my fingers. Severely worked up by the time I had licked every drop from my hand, I leveled my gaze at my son's face. He was staring at me nervously. He swallowed again. Maybe it was the look on my face. I knew I must look predatory just then. I was so full of lust, I couldn't control it. Plus I knew he was heavily aroused. And what I wanted to do next, I was positive he would not protest. "Want mommy to give you another orgasm, too?" I whispered as I stared my baby boy in the face. He nodded at me and a shy grin crept across his lips. My eyes traveled down his body until they locked onto his thirteen-year-old boner. It looked ravenously hard.