Date: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 19:59:19 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: Becoming a Foster Mother (lesbian/adult youth oral, F/g Warning: Adult youth, oral, f/g This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2013 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Becoming a Foster Mother By Jan It started with a phone call from a friend of mine to join her for lunch at a fashionable eatery down town. It was one of those rare perfect spring days in San Francisco, California. I got dressed up to the nines with a large straw hat cocked to one side and gloves. I arrived early and parked myself in my favorite table with a view of the shoppers parading up and down Market Street. Gale made her entrance fashionably late as usual. We were old friends dating back to our college days. We knew far too much about each other. For instance, I had confessed to her about seducing young girls when I was a teenager. We had partied with each other all the way through grad school. She had even been my maid of honor when I got married. I was 25 years old with a master's degree in art at the time. I met my future husband at an art exhibit. I was admiring a painting at the time, when he asked me what I liked. I told him that if I had the money I would buy this painting, because it will be worth triple whatever it sells for in 10 years. He asked me, "Are you sure?" I pointed to an older man standing in front of another painting that kept glancing at this painting. "He is going to bid on that painting but let it go. Then he is going to sit back, and let the bidding on this one max out before he outbids everyone, because he knows a good deal when he sees it." He joined me for the action and to my surprise he outbid the man for the painting. He told me now that I own your painting you're going to have to marry me to see if I made a good investment. It turned out that he was six years older than me, and did very well in the stock market as well as owning a development company in 'Silicon Valley.' His passion was sport cars. His pride and joy was his 1964 Carol Shelby Cobra. He loved to take it to Watkins Glen and race it. We were married for only 15-years when he had a heart attack while driving to work and plowed into a tree in his Porsche 911. Between his life insurance and stocks I am able to live very comfortably. Just the same I was wondering why Gail wanted to meet me this day. I asked her, "What has inspired you to invite me to lunch today?" Gail was a social worker, so we didn't have much in common outside of sex. Gail said, "I wanted to talk to you about becoming a foster mother for a girl I think you will love!" The idea of changing my way of life to accommodate the demands of raising a child was the farthest thing on my mind. Shit that would mean not having lady friends over for weekends of sex. Gail said, "You would be perfect for this girl!" "What the hell makes you think this girl would be perfect for me?" Gail said, "Knowing how you enjoyed seducing young girls that you babysat as a teenager, I know this girl would be perfect for you, because this girl is going to wind up being warehoused in an orphanage if you don't take her." "Okay, what's the problem with her? You Bitch." "Every home I place her in, quickly demands that I remove her, because she seduces all of the girls in the homes, and she is always trying to molest the foster mothers. She has been kicked out of three homes so far. You know how most of these foster homes are low income families that run the homes for the income, and they are very religious. They can't handle a girl that is so sexually aggressive." Listening to Gail describe this girl made my panties wet. I couldn't resist meeting the girl, at least to find out if I would like her, so I agreed to meet her. Gail was so excited that she had me drive her to the office after we finished eating. Gail took me to meet the girl at the orphanage. She was sitting on a metal bunk holding a bundle containing everything she owned. I was immediately struck by what a beautiful girl she was. She had long dark brown hair that was in need of a trim. Her violet eyes reminded me of the eyes of the actress Elizabeth Taylor. She had one of those sweet little noses, and perfectly shaped lips, with a cupids bow upper lip. She was a small child for her age. Gail told me that her name was Amber, and she was 7 years old. My heart melted when I looked at her smile. Before I went home I had agreed to become a foster mother. Gail took care of all of the paperwork. The background check went well, and they were very pleased to get rid of a problem child, and even happier that I was wealthy enough that I wasn't going to demand compensation for taking in the child. It took a little time before I got the call from Gail to come to her office to pick up Amber. I was very excited about meeting the girl a second time. As soon as all of the paperwork was completed I took Amber by the hand and led her to my car. She was very impressed when she saw my car. It was a red late model Mercedes Benz E class. I put her bundle of her belongings in the back. She looked so small and pathetic sitting there in the bucket seat strapped in. Her eyes were wide open as she took in the plush interior of the car. I was sure she had never been in a car that smelled like a new car before. I turned on the seat warmer for her, just so she could feel the warmth. Her mouth fell open when she saw my home. It was in a gated community. Because of my husband's passion for sports cars there is a seven car garage. He had another barn where he kept the rest of his cars. I have no interest in racing, but I do enjoy driving some of the cars. I sold off the pure racing cars, except for the Cobra, and some of the antique cars, simply because I had no desire to keep cars around just for show. As for the house it was efficient enough that I only had a dyke female grounds keeper and her wife was my maid and cook. Amber was overwhelmed when she saw the interior of the house and met my help. In anticipation of her arrival I had the bedroom remodeled by my interior decorator for a girl Amber's age. I'm talking a canopied bed with plenty of things relevant to movies made for young girls by the Disney Corporation. When Gail found out that everything in the room was hers she was so excited that she jumped into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist. I kissed her on the mouth for a long time. I was sure that she thought if she made a pass at me that I would send her back, like all of her previous foster parents had. I set her mind at ease by telling her, "Gail told me about your sexual desires! Honey, I have the same desires. If you ever want to feel my tits, be my guest!" Amber put her feet back on the floor, and placed both of her hands on my tits. I let her feel them all she wanted. She wanted to see my tits, so I simply unbuttoned my blouse, and pulled my arms out of the sleeves letting the blouse fall around my waist. I pulled the straps off of my shoulders and turned the bra around, so that the hooks were in front before unhooking it. I lifted my breasts and rubbed them in my hands before allowing Amber to feel my breasts. Amber was fascinated with my double D sized breasts. I had inherited my mother's figure, so my breasts had three inch mauve areolas, capped with grape sized nipples. Amber buried her face between my tits while pulling them around her head. She sought out my left nipple and sucked hard on it. I even wished that I was lactating, so that I could give her milk. I guided her backwards to her bed, and as I turned to sit down I pulled her onto my lap. I stroked her hair while she continued nursing. I placed my hand on her knee just below the hem of her dresses, and slid my hand up under her skirt. I sought out the crotch of her cheap cotton panties. Feeling the coarse material I made a note to myself that I had to take her shopping for clothes. Amber spread her legs as an invitation for me to feel her pussy. The panties were old and the elastic in the legs were stretched past their limits, so the crotch sagged loosely between her legs. It was unbelievable how exciting it was for me to slip my fingers under the leg of her panties and feel the sweet little clamshell of her hairless pussy. Amber was thrilled beyond belief. She said, "I can't believe it! All of the other foster mother's refuse to let me touch them." I said, "Honey, from now on you can either call me Elizabeth, Liz or Mom if you like, and you can touch any part of me that you like!" Amber started to cry. Her tears were making my tits wet. "Honey, why are you crying?" Amber looked up at my face with those large pleading eyes and said, "I can't help it. You have made me the happiest girl in the world." I said, "I intend to do everything possible to make you happy. Tomorrow we are going shopping. We are going to buy you a new wardrobe. For tonight you can sleep in your new bed or you can sleep in my bed with me!" Amber couldn't contain her excitement, "I want to sleep with you!" I placed her on her feet, and led her to my adjoining bedroom. I showed her my bathroom. She had never seen a bathroom like mine before. There was a double sink vanity, toilet and a bidet. (I had to show her how to use the bidet.) She was overwhelmed with the size of the tub and shower. It was the appropriate time to bathe and get ready for bed. We undressed and I filled the tub with scented water. When I stepped in I helped her in and settled her down between my legs. I washed her body for her very carefully and shampooed her lovely hair. (I made a note to myself to be sure and take her to my hairdresser too.) We soaked in the tub until our skin started to prune, before I helped her out, and dried her body with a large soft bath towel. I dried our hair with a pistol hair drier, before guiding her back to the bedroom. I pulled a couple of Baby Doll nightgowns out of my dresser because I wanted her to feel the texture of the transparent material. She even commented on how nice everything smelled. There wasn't much sleeping until early morning hours because we were both doing our best to make each other happy. We were in no hurry to get up, eventually got so hungry that we had to do something. We got dressed and made our way to the kitchen, where the maid was making herself busy. I asked her to make breakfast for us. Amber had never had Eggs Benedict with fresh orange juice before. I announced that I was taking Amber shopping when we finished eating. I opted to take the sports utility vehicle, because there would be more room for packages. It was an exciting for me to witness the excitement on Amber's face as I purchased a complete wardrobe for her. It was a glorious day of shopping, hunger forced us to eventually seek out food. I was very pleased that everyone assumed that Amber was my daughter. I was inspired to think about actually adopting Amber officially. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.