Date: Fri, 01 Mar 2024 15:21:50 +0000
From: jordynstories.moonbeam932@simplelogin.com
Subject: Playing with my children - Ch 004

Playing with my children.

CH 04 AUTHOR NOTE: Here's the next chapter of this story... This story is a
fantasy involving a mother 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.

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{Chapter 004 -- Spellbound}

Brandon was just coming out of the bathroom as I stepped into the hall,
chasing his sister toward my room.  He had a towel wrapped around his
waist, but otherwise he was naked.  His body had started to flesh out this
past year and I could tell he was active in gym class because his arms and
chest were starting to show muscle growth.  He was turning into a downright
sexy young teen!  When he saw me looking at him, he hurried his pace,
heading to his own room.  The towel flapped into the air and I almost
stumbled but caught myself just in time.  I had caught a glimpse of one of
his bare butt cheeks.  It was even sexier than the rest of him.

Shaking my head as I stepped into my bedroom, Sophie was just walking into
the bathroom.  Her naked bum drew my attention, too.  Just like her
brother's had a few seconds earlier.  And once again, I felt a familiar
pulse of arousal between my legs.  There were just way too many naked asses
in this house.

When I stepped up to the bathroom doorway, my daughter was already sitting
on my toilet, completely naked.  I stared at her and watched as she hunched
herself forward.  She made a little noise in the back of her throat and
then she frowned.  I walked closer and she lifted her head to look at me as
she whispered, "I can't go pee, mommy."

Oh my sweet, innocent little girl.

"I think... you don't need to pee," I said gently.

She sounded confused as she said, "But that's what it feels like!"  Then
she leaned back again and spread her legs, looking between them.

What to do?  I realized with a start that I was still holding the vulva
cream in my hand.  I held it up and stared at it, almost reverently.  Then
I heard myself talking, although it took my mind a few seconds to catch up
to what I was saying.  "I think you just need to keep putting more cream on
yourself until that feeling... goes away."  Had I seriously just said that?

"Really?" Sophie asked, her face contorting as she tried to make sense of
what I said.

Shrugging, I said, "Yes, really."

Nodding slowly, my daughter said, "Ok."  Then she hopped off the toilet,
holding out her hand.

I gave her the tube of cream and then said softly, "If you want, you can do
it here in my bed."  So I could watch, I thought to myself.  Then I
realized I should explain why, so I added, "That way, if you feel like you
need to pee again, the toilet is right here."

Smiling, my daughter said, "Okay."  Then she stepped back into my room and
climbed onto my bed.

Feeling suddenly nervous, I busied myself with changing out of my day
clothes.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sophie squirt some of the
cream onto her fingers and then once more began to apply the cream to her
little pussy.  Tugging my jeans off, I kicked them to the floor.  My
daughter squirmed her butt back on my bed until her back slid against my
pillow.  She kept rubbing herself while she changed her position.  Once she
was in a partially upright position, it dawned on me that she looked
exactly the way I would if I was masturbating while sitting up.

Unable to take my eyes off my daughter as she worked the cream into her
vulva, I groped until I had hold of my panties and then started pulling
them down.  They clung to my pussy and, when I glanced down to investigate,
my eyes opened in shock when I saw how soiled they were.  Oh my!  I was wet
and hadn't even realized it.  Quickly changing into a fresh pair, I pulled
my nighttime camisole from my drawer and then turned my attention back on
my daughter while pulling it over my head.  The shirt went all the way down
over my ass, hanging two inches below my cheeks.

Straightening, I watched what my daughter was doing.  I was completely
spellbound by the scene.  She continued rubbing the cream all over her
pussy and she looked extremely... invested.  As I stood quietly, I noticed
that I was breathing shallow breaths.  My body felt hot, especially between
my legs.  My breasts were tingling, too.  Unconsciously, I reached a hand
up to the patch of bare skin on my chest, above the open V of my camisole.
My skin tingled where my fingers made contact.

"Use more cream, darling," I heard myself whisper as I took an involuntary
step forward and sat down on the edge of my bed, right beside my daughter.

Sophie nodded and pulled her hand out of her crotch.  I felt a wave of
delight when I saw that her fingers were glistening again.  And they
appeared even wetter than they had been a few minutes ago in her room.

Swallowing, I instructed, "That's it, use a good amount."

I watched as she squirted a long trail of white cream across her
fingertips.  In my current aroused state of mind, I couldn't help but think
of the fact that it looked a lot like cum.  Well, very thick and
not-at-all-runny cum.  But the concept was enough to make a shiver go
through my body as my state of arousal grew.

When Sophie's hand started moving, I held my breath and stared in
anticipation.  She maneuvered it between her legs and immediately began to
smear the cream all over her vulva lips.  They shone from a combination of
the lotion and also her natural juice.  Gently, she massaged herself.  I
finally let out the air from my lungs, noticing my heart beating rapidly in
my chest.  She worked her fingers against her labia, rolling her entire
hand in circles as she kneaded the cream into her pussy.

Barely able to speak, I whispered a simple instruction, "Make sure you rub
it all over, even in between your lips down there."

Then I watched as my little girl wriggled her fingers into the slit between
her lips.  They parted around her skin and then she slowly dragged her
finger upward, applying the cream along the way.  Her pussy was pale and
perfect, but as her hand ascended, I got a glimpse of the velvety pink
flesh hidden beneath her lips.  When her fingers were close to the top, I
felt my muscles start to tense in my body and my own pussy started tingling
like mad.

Suddenly, Sophie's entire body spasmed.  Her breath caught as I watched my
little girl experience the thrill of tickling her ten-year-old clitoris for
the first time.  Yanking her hand out from between her legs, she looked up
at me.  Her expression said she was scared.  But it was more than just
fear.  As I gazed at her, I noticed she was breathing extremely shallow
breaths.  She swallowed and then said softly, "It feels like I have to pee
again, mommy."

Shaking my head, I leaned a little closer to her.  Her eyes grew wider as I
drew nearer.  Then I told her gently, "No, sweetie.  It's... something
else."  Swallowing, I glanced down at her glistening pussy for a second.
The pink fleshy center was hidden again as her lips had closed together.
Lifting my eyes back to hers, I continued, "If you... if you keep doing
what you were just doing, it will get stronger.  But then it will go away
if... if you do it long enough."

She was frowning at me.  Then she asked, "It's supposed to feel like that?"

Nodding, I said, "Mmm hmm."

She didn't look convinced.  Her hand was still poised in the air over her
flat belly.  I noticed her fingers were glistening.  I was sure it was only
her juice at that point.  The cream had all been absorbed.  Swallowing, I
slowly lifted my eyes back to hers.  My word, she was a gorgeous little
angel.  A splash of freckles dotted her nose.  They were easy to see from
this close.

Whispering, I offered, "Do you want me to do it for you?"  Wait.  Where the
hell did that thought come from?  And why on earth had I said it out loud?
I had literally just asked my daughter if she wanted me to masturbate her.
I held my breath.

Sophie shrugged and whispered, "Ok."

Ok.  Ok?  Wow.  Just like that.  With shaky hands, I gently picked up the
tube of cream from the bed.  Holding out my other hand, I tipped it and
started to squeeze.  My pussy throbbed with pleasure.

Just then, I heard something crash somewhere in the house.  Shit.  What the
hell was that?  My head whipped up and turned toward my bedroom door.  It
was shut.  I cursed under my breath and then turned back to my daughter.
She was staring at me curiously.

With a quick swipe of my hand, I smeared the small dab of cream I had
squeezed out onto my daughter's damp vaginal lips.  Her eyes opened wide
and she opened her mouth, but I spoke before she could say anything.  "Wait
here, honey," I said, as I crawled backwards off the bed.  When I landed on
the carpet, I hissed, "Don't leave!"  Then I rushed out of my room to see
what had happened.