Date: Fri, 08 Jan 2010 15:00:21 -0700 From: Connie Lingus Subject: Daughter's Best Friend It was one of those perfect Spring days and I was sitting in a tank top and shorts just relaxing a bit in the hour before my daughter Lisa got home from her ballet lesson. My adorable daughter just turned 12 and I was reflecting on what a bright, pretty and popular girl we had raised. I thought with some pride, that I'm a pretty good mom, all things considered. I smiled to myself and closed my eyes in happy contemplation of our good fortune and good life. I was aroused from my reverie by a knock on the door. I answered the door to find Lisa's best friend Cindy on the doorstep. Cindy is still 11 and she and Lisa are inseparable. They do everything together most of the time, and she has been a frequent overnight guest, as has Lisa at her house. They giggle and laugh and talk and carry on until late, then curl up together to sleep. There was cute little Cindy in a tube top and shorts, looking up at me. "Hi Mrs. Larson. Is Lisa home?" "She's still at her ballet lesson, Cindy," I replied. "She'll be back in about an hour." "Can I ask you a favor? My little brother and his bratty friends are at my house. Can I come in and wait for her? I promise I can just entertain myself and won't be a bother." I said "of course, honey, come on in." I watched the cute blonde bound into the living room and plop down on the couch in front of the TV, where she and Lisa had often sat together watching movies and cartoons. I offered her some juice and joined her with a glass of seltzer. "Thanks Mrs. Larson. You're really nice." she beamed, then blushing a little, she said, "...and really pretty too. You...." She blushed red and hesitated, "You have beautiful breasts." Now I was blushing, as this young girl gazed at my 34 b-cup breasts under my tank top. "Can I see them?" she asked, shyly. She was so cute, this curious little girlfriend of my own daughter, boldly asking me to show her my tits. She looked down at her own tiny conical breastlets pressing out her tube top. "I hope mine look just like yours when they grow out." Then, without a moment's warning or hesitation, she pulled her top off over her head, looked down and said, "mine are just little bumps, see?" Inviting me to stare at her petite body and perfect budding breasts. Which I did, feeling a little excited and very uncomfortable with this situation. It was about to get more uncomfortable. When I looked up from her breasts, her eyes were looking at my chest, expectantly, waiting. I wanted to say this wasn't right, but she was so innocent about it, just wanting to see and I didn't want to make it sound like there was anything shameful about girls seeing girls' bodies. With one word, she washed away my resolve. "Please?" she said. I lifted up my tank top so she could see my chest. "Oh wow. Mrs. Larson, they are beautiful. They're so beautiful and I hope mine will look just like that." I was blushing furiously as she enthused about my rather modest sized breasts. I was about to thank her for the compliments and lower my top back down, when she said, "Can I touch them?" Without waiting for a reply, she tentatively put out her hand and reached toward my right breast. My head was spinning, conflicted by feelings of excitement and shame, watching in confusion as my nipple stiffened in anticipation. I watched the innocent wonder on her face as she reached for me, and my eyes wandered to her small breasts. Her nipples were hard pink buttons on pale cones of budding breast flesh. OMG and then her hand was on me, and then both hands, young soft child hands cupping my breasts, palms on my hard nipples, sending chills through my body. I could not believe this was happening, that I was sitting here, holding up my blouse, my daughter's best friend topless before me, cupping my breasts and thrilling me through and through. I had to stop this. "Honey, " I said "we shouldn't..." "I like it when you call me that," she interrupted. Then leaning toward me, she looked closely at my left breast as if inspecting it, while her soft little fingers gently rolled and squeezed the nipple. Her lovely young face was only inches from my breast, gazing intensely as I blushed with shame and excitement and confusion . I felt her breath on my nipple, felt my pussy begin to moisten, and then before I could react or recoil, her mouth was there, the softest lips and warm wetness engulfing my engorged nipple. The feeling was incredible as she mouthed my nipple, sucking and licking at it. My mind wanted to scream "No!" but my body was on fire. I couldn't help myself as a soft moan escaped my lips and my eyes fluttered closed. Her hot mouth licked and sucked at one nipple, then the other. Then I felt her small hand on my lower belly, slipping under the waistband of my shorts, and inside my panties. No, I had to stop this, now. But her fingers were already there, slipping between my very wet labia into the furrow of my aching cunt. I gasped as her finger slid deep into my weeping vagina. Then her mouth and her fingers were gone from me and I whimpered slightly in disappointment and need. I opened my eyes and she was right there. She had stood up so her tiny breasts were right in front of my face, inches away. Her hands were on her sweet mounds, fingers on her little nipples. OMG no. Up until now I had desperately deluded myself that this was just a young girl's curiosity about the adult female body and that I was a nonparticipant, just allowing her to satisfy her curiosity. Now I was staring at her budding breasts and filled with lust, shocking myself by wanting to touch them, to experience the forbidden softness that she seemed to be offering me. "Honey," I started. But she was having none of my protests. Her hands caressed my cheeks and she leaned forward, her nipples now so close to my lips I could feel their heat. "No," I started again, "we can't..." Cindy simply arched her back a little and with her incredibly soft tender hands on my face, drew me to her naked preteen breast. Her nipple grazed against my lips and they seemed to part of their own accord. I whimpered again, she sighed, and I was sucking her tiny nipple, circling it with my tongue. I realized only then that I was still holding up my tank top. Now I pulled it off and tossed it aside, then putting my hands around this darling little girl, pulled her back to my mouth, lavishing kisses on her chest and breasts as her hands gently guided me to one nipple, then the other. Then just as I was fighting back my feelings of guilt and shame, I felt her hands on my head, pushing very gently down. Oh no. Not that. How could she even know about THAT? I resisted, so afraid and confused about abandoning the last shred of pretense about what was happening between us. This little girl, my daughter's best friend and daily playmate, was frankly seducing me. Hell, she HAD seduced me. I whimpered again in lust and need and so slightly in protest, as her hands pressed slightly more insistently downward, and to my shock and shame, I was kissing down her perfect flat belly, downward, OMG, knowing exactly where this was leading. But it was too late, I was hers, totally and completely. I could hear her breathing quicken and deepen, and she too was making little urgent whimpering noises. She quickly pushed her shorts and panties down and off as I kissed and licked her belly. And then I was staring right at her juvenile pussy mound, hairless and undeveloped, her tiny pink labia barely protruding from her slit. I wanted so much to control myself, but I saw the moisture, like dew drops, coating her baby labia as the scent of her arousal filled my nostrils. It was the most erotic thing I've ever seen, and I had never felt so aroused. I just stared in wonder and astonishment at her bald, naked preteen cunny, her juices now forming droplets on her labia. I was stuck in this state of hypnotic lust and arousal, and as if knowing just how this was affecting me, staring wantonly for the first time at a child's tiny cunt, she reached down and spread her lips open, showing me the yearning red interior and the pool of her virgin lubricant juices beckoning from the opening of her small hole. And then her other hand gently pulled me in, pulled me close, closer, until my lips brushed her wet labia. We both moaned as my lips met her pussy lips and I let my tongue slip between them, lapping gently, just inside, tasting her, tasting a woman's juices for the first time, and not a woman, but a preteen girl. Abandoning all pretense of resistance, I laid her down on the couch and placing my hands on her incredibly soft thighs, spread her legs apart. I watched as her tiny vagina winked open, glistening with juices, saw the excitement and lust on her young face, and leaned in to her, bringing my mouth to the mouth of her hairless cunny. I snaked my tongue deep into her hole, tasting her juices flowing out onto my tongue, coating my mouth, slippery and sweet. Her scent was intoxicating, her little gasps and moans thrilling me beyond anything I had ever experienced. I could feel my own pussy dripping with arousal, soaking my panties and shorts. I lapped my tongue deep into her, then dragging her juices up her slit, smeared them all over her tiny stiffened clit, circling it around and around with my tongue, slippery with her juices, then sucking gently, drawing it into my mouth and massaging it with my lips. She moaned and panted and arched up, mashing her pussy to my lips. With every lick, she thrust herself to me, aching for release making urgent and incoherent noises as I greedily devoured her hairless 11 year old cunt. Her hands were on my head, in my hair, pulling me into her as her little hips rotated, grinding her pussy against my mouth. Her eyes were closed, rolled back in her head as she moaned "uhn, uhn, oh, Ooooh" with every lick, every thrust of my tongue. My mouth and her body moved as one, her grinding and thrusts moving my mouth around with her soaking wet preteen cunt. Her pussy was flooded with juices which I lapped at hungrily as if my life was sustained solely by the nectar flowing from her young virgin hole, and by her passion and need. It thrilled me to thrill her and I knew I was hers any time she would allow me to suckle at her young cunt. I never wanted anything more in my life than to hear her excitement and lust for me, to feel her release, to drink this young girl's orgasmic juices. And then she was there, her back arching, mashing her cunny hard to my mouth and pulling me in deep with her hands on my head, my hands holding her firm little ass, holding her to my mouth so I wouldn't miss a drop as her juices surged into my hungry sucking mouth. I drank as if my life depended on it, moaning at least as much as her as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her. I lapped and sucked and swallowed down every sweet droplet of her until she collapsed back onto the couch. My mouth now covered completely her small cunt mound and as I gently kissed and sucked on it, my tongue circled the outer reaches, avoiding her oversensitive clit as she panted and sighed in post-orgasmic bliss. "Oh my god, Mrs. Larson, that was so amazing." she cooed. "Cindy, honey, why don't you call me Ann? I think we're past being too formal by now." She laughed, a childish giggling laugh reminding me that I had just buried my tongue and feasted my eyes and hands on a child, my little daughter's friend, my neighbor's daughter. Cindy saw me flush red with the realization and start to pull back away from her. She clasped her hands to my shoulder and said, "no, Ann, please. Come kiss me." And she pulled me up to face her, gazing lovingly into my eyes and then kissing my lips, my lips still wet with her sexy preteen juices. She kissed me deeply, her precious small lips on mine and her little tongue exploring my mouth. She licked around my lips, my cheeks and chin and said, "mmmmmm.Is that what I taste like?" Before I could answer, she said "I want to taste you now." My heart was pounding, my pussy weeping with arousal and need and I could feel tears in my eyes as this beautiful young girl offered me the release I so badly needed.