Date: Mon, 25 Jan 2021 14:28:48 +0000 From: Ares Jay Subject: A Mother's Confession (Lesbian / Incest) This is a work of fiction that involves graphic and incestuous sexual acts between adult and underage characters. Names, characters, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author. For further information, please contact aresjay@protonmail.com. Copyright © 2021 Ares Jay Remember, your donations allow everyone to enjoy this and other stories. Please consider a donation to Nifty.org (http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html) A MOTHER'S CONFESSION By Ares Jay "I know you'll probably not like what I'm about to say, but I feel that I at least have to try to make you understand why I am the way I am, and why I do the things I do." "What, Hannah? What do you want to tell me?" The female voice is soft and soothing, mirroring the cozy interior of the dimly lit office. Hannah Jennings bows her head, wrings her hands and looks down at her shoes. She takes in a deep composing breath, builds up enough courage to finally lift her head. The date on her birth certificate may say that she's thirty-eight years old, but she looks older today. Her normally gentle blue eyes are moist and sprained, the crow's feet more pronounced than usual. The plain and dull clothes she's wearing doesn't do much for her appearance either, but at least she's not in the white jumpsuit that she's been wearing for the past two months here at the hospital. She hates that she has to stay here against her will, hates everything about this mental institution. And she's only here because of the vile and hateful accusations her ex-husband has brought against her. Hannah cannot understand how anyone could believe a word that comes out of that slimebag's mouth. She misses her daughter terribly and she cries herself to sleep every night. No one should ever be allowed to separate a mother from her child, and just thinking about it makes Hannah's blood boil. She finds solace in the fact that the authorities allowed her daughter to stay with her grandmother. Hannah's mother has - and will - always adore the sweet child as much as Hannah does, and she knows that her child will be protected, loved and cherished by her grandmother. Hannah's gaze lifts to meet Dr. Amy Cooper's kind features. She is in her early fifties, professionally dressed as always, glasses on, her grey hair tied in a bundle - and patiently waiting for Hannah to talk. Dr. Cooper is Hannah's psychiatrist and she has been seeing her almost daily during her stay at the hospital, usually with Dr. Cooper doing most of the talking. Hannah isn't a very talkative person and it takes her quite a while to warm up to a stranger, but having spent close to fifty sessions with Dr. Cooper, she finally feels ready to talk. "As repulsive as it may sound to you, a young girl's tender vagina is, to me at least, one of the most beautiful things in the world. The way the soft and hairless skin feels against your fingers, against your lips..." Hannah sees that her hands are shaking and lowers her gaze again. "Hannah, I can't say that I understand your feelings but I really do appreciate that you're sharing them with me," Dr. Cooper reassures her, "I think this is good. You're finally opening up to me, and while I will certainly keep an open mind, Hannah, I am obligated to try to make you understand the consequences of your actions and why they're wrong." Hannah nods as Dr. Cooper continues. "Hannah, I'm sure that the sexual pleasures you, yourself, experience while having sex with a child, especially considering it's your own daughter, are very powerful and intense, probably to an almost obsessive point, and that the sense of control you must feel --" "No, it has nothing to do with control, doctor," Hannah interrupts, "It's not like that at all." "What is it then?" "It's me expressing my love for my daughter in the only way that makes sense to me." Dr. Cooper tilts her head, takes in the honesty on Hannah's face. She scribbles something on her notepad, looks back up at Hannah. "You know, an embrace or a gentle kiss go a long way to express one's love," she finally says. "I do that all the time," Hannah counters, feeling a knot of frustration in her stomach, "I tell her that I love her, how beautiful she is and how proud I am of her but..." Hannah takes a deep breath again, composes her emotions. "After her father ran out on us with that little bimbo of his, I've been so afraid that Erica wouldn't feel loved anymore. It would break my heart every time she'd ask for her daddy." "So," Dr. Cooper begins, "This is your way of compensating your daughter?" "I just feel like I have to love her for two people." Again, Dr. Cooper scribbles something on her pad. "Does that even make sense?" Hannah asks. "Actually, it does," Dr. Cooper smiles, "But there's the traditional motherly love, you know, the kind that mothers' pour on their children every day in virtually every family...and then there's your kind of love, Hannah." "I know." "Children will always have a very intimate relationship with their mothers," Dr. Cooper continues, "They arrive into this world through their mother's vagina and they lay at her breast for food and comfort." Hannah looks up as her psychiatrist leans forward in her chair. "Both the vagina and the nipples are obviously very sensitive, very erogenous zones," she explains, "And it's certainly not uncommon for a mother to feel at least some form of sexual arousal when breastfeeding her child --" "Do you have children?" Hannah interrupts again. Dr. Cooper leans back in her chair. "Yes, I do, Hannah." "Did you ever...?" Hannah can't bring herself to finish the question. "Did I ever get sexually aroused when breastfeeding my children?" Hannah feels almost ashamed that Dr. Cooper read her face as easily as she did, but she is desperate to know if she's the only one, or if there is a least some form of common ground. "Of course I did, Hannah," the psychiatrist smiles warmly, "But there's a long way from feeling that kind of excitement to performing cunnilingus on your own daughter." "Did you ever orgasm when you were breastfeeding?" Dr. Cooper squints at her, clearly surprised by her straightforwardness. "No, I did not, Hannah." "Well, I do, Dr. Cooper," Hannah confesses and not feeling terribly proud while doing it, "I orgasm every time my daughter lay at my breast." "I see," the doctor says and notes it on her pad. "I don't mean to, I really don't but I just can't help it." "I believe you, Hannah." Hannah can see that Dr. Cooper is telling the truth and even though they probably don't see eye to eye on many things, Hannah at least finds some solace in that fact. "Did it start, your orgasms, did they start right after you brought Erica home from the hospital?" Hannah nods. She has always had extremely sensitive nipples - something her former husband was very good at exploiting for his own amusement - and when she felt her daughter's small mouth close around her nipple that first time, Hannah had involuntarily let out a surprised moan. She knew that it would sometimes hurt other mothers' nipples when a baby breastfed, but Hannah had never felt anything but pure pleasure when her child laid at her breast. In those early weeks and months, it had been an absolutely blessing that she had been alone with Erica most of the day while her husband worked. It was not uncommon for her to have four or five orgasms during the day when her little baby sucked on her nipples. Hannah had tried to rationalize the orgasms by blaming her sensitive nipples, but the truth was that her ex-husband never brought her to an orgasm when he played with her breasts. He would certainly get her excited when he fondled her nipples or took them in his mouth, but it had never gone past that. She wasn't sure, of course, but Hannah thought that the nine months Erica had spent in her womb, had somehow created an attachment between them, a bond that went well beyond what mothers and daughters normally have. "How old is Erica now? Nine, ten? "Nine," Hannah says and feels her cheeks turn red with embarrassment. At nine years old, Erica is obviously much too old to still be breastfeeding, but the intimacy of having her daughter at her breast, simply brings both of them so much gratification. "How many times a day does she feed?" Dr. Cooper asks. "Usually three," Hannah explains, "In the morning, when she gets home for school and before going to bed." "So," Dr. Cooper says and scribbles on her pad, "On average, you have three orgasms a day, Hannah, is that about the gist of it?" "Sometimes more," Hannah whispers. She runs a hand across her face, knowing how it sounds. "Listen," Dr. Cooper says in a soothing voice, "I'm not here to judge you, Hannah, I'm here to give you and the court my professional opinion on what I see being the issue, okay?" Hannah nods, takes a napkin from the dispenser. "I have no doubt," Dr. Cooper continues, "that your daughter, at least as a baby and a toddler, thoroughly enjoyed the time she spent at your breast, but I have to question whose needs you are satisfying now." "Erica loves breastfeeding." "I'm sure there's an emotional connection for her," Dr. Cooper counters, "But there's no physical need anymore, that's long gone and you know it, Hannah." Hannah swallows, not willing to give into the doctor's words. "However," the psychiatrist says and holds up a defusing hand, "If a mother and daughter truly want to strengthen their bond and love through the occasional breastfeeding, I would only encourage that." Hannah looks up, feeling a massive feeling of relief wash over her. "But..." She knew that a `but' was coming and her shoulders sag. "...the fact that it also provides you with a sexual release, Hannah," Dr. Cooper continues, "a release that you, in my honest opinion, should be achieving with another adult, is somewhat problematic." "I know," Hannah nods and wipes tears from her eyes. "Even if I could just write it off as an unintentional side-effect, a mere physically induced pleasure due to an over-sensitivity in your nipples - which I don't really believe is the case, Hannah - it still doesn't change the fact that you frequently pleasure your little daughter orally." "Erica really enjoys it," Hannah whispers after a long moment of silence, "She orgasms." "You put your tongue on your daughter's genitals, Hannah, on her clitoris, the most sensitive and erogenous zone on her body," Dr. Cooper says, "Of course she orgasms. How could she not?" Hannah bows her head. Hearing it laid out like that, by basically an outsider, hurts her heart. The psychiatrist makes it sound so...lewd, so vulgar, and that is as far from the truth as you can get. "I have no doubt that your daughter enjoys it immensely," Dr. Cooper nods, "A child's genitals, especially a girl's, are very sensitive and can easily be brought to an intense state of arousal." In the time it takes for an eye to blink, Hannah's mind races back to the first moment when she, as a child herself, laid in her mother's lap, feeding on her swollen nipple, feeling her mother's hand inside her diaper as it massaged her tiny clitoris so lovely. Hannah can't help but to swallow hard at the fantastic, if quick, trip down memory lane. "The fact that you are able to give your daughter an orgasm with your mouth," the psychiatrist continues, not noticing the vacant stare in Hannah's eyes, "perhaps isn't the sign of appreciation that you think it is, but merely a foreseeable biological consequence of her aroused state." Hannah doesn't reply. Dr. Cooper is wrong, but she can't bring herself to say it. This isn't just physical for Hannah or her daughter, this is pure love. A love so pure, so deep and real, she long ago realized, that only very few people are fortunate enough to experience it. "Can I at least leave you with two facts to ponder?" the psychiatrist asks. Hannah nods. "One. Erica is only nine years old. Two. You're her mother," Dr. Cooper states, "It's my professional opinion that a girl as young as Erica, shouldn't be exposed to that kind of sexual stimulation - and certainly not by her mother. Yes, young girls are obviously curious and will occasionally find ways to stimulate their genitals, that's only natural - I did it myself as little girl, as I'm sure you did, Hannah." Hannah feels like laughing but contains it within. She never had a need for playing with her own genitals as a young girl, her lovely mother would do that for her. Whether she used her hand or mouth, while breastfeeding or in the bathtub, her mother always made sure that Hannah felt loved. And Hannah can't be happier that her mother showed her such affection. It had brought them together in a way that Hannah will forever cherish - no matter what anyone says. "When did you start pleasuring your daughter?" Dr. Cooper enquires, "If you don't mind me asking." Hannah's mind flashes back again, this time to when she first parted Erica's fatty folds and exposed her tender and gorgeously tiny labia. She feels her heart flutter in her chest as she remembers the sweet scent of her daughter's delicious vagina, how the child's tiny clitoris had hardened against her tongue that first time she had used her mouth on Erica. The memory sends a tingle through Hannah's abdomen that quickly travels down between her legs. Oh, how innocent little Erica had been. How she had smiled so sweetly up at Hannah. Hannah shifts her feet around, crosses her legs. "I'd rather not say," she finally replies. Dr. Cooper eyes her for a drawn-out moment before finally scribbling something on her pad. She looks up at Hannah, her gaze serious. "Can you, without going into specifics about year or age, at least put me inside your mind that first time you pleasured Erica orally." "It was a summer afternoon," Hannah starts, "We had just gotten home from a lovely stroll and Erica was hungry. I sat down on our living room couch, Erica in my lap and gave her my breast..." As if transported back in time, Hannah looks down at her young daughter, as she undoes her bra and offers her breast to the little girl. Erica looks up at her with her big and sparkling blue eyes, leans in and closes her soft lips around her mother's already engorged nipple. The first feel of Erica's warm mouth sends shockwaves through Hannah's fragile body. The gasp that stutters past her lips, is spontaneous and genuine. Nothing should feel this good, Hannah thinks, but feels absolutely blessed that it does. Her daughter's little mouth creates the familiar and scintillating vacuum around her hard nipple, and Hannah can feel her milk squirt into Erica's eager mouth. The tickle it produces is so frustratingly arousing, like every capillary in her swollen breast, every little nerve ending, is on fire in the most delightful way. Erica closes her eyes and savors her mother's sweet milk. Every little spray of milk that the little girl sucks out of her breast, sends a shudder through Hannah and she wonders if this delicious tickle, is what men experience when they ejaculate. She is not surprised when she feels her own vaginal lubrication begin to seep into her panties. Erica has already given Hannah an orgasm this morning, but the way the child's warm mouth is latched on to her hard nipple, the way her daughter's little tongue plays with its terribly sensitive tip, is too much for Hannah. It is not by choice when she begins to moan, she just can't help herself. Her vagina is so slippery and she can feel her own thundering heartbeat reverberate in her bloated clitoris: KA-THUMP, KA-THUMP, KA-THUMP. Hannah's chest rises and falls at a frenetic pace and her moans are getting louder. She sees a hint of a smile on her daughter's beautiful face as she pulls out one big squirt of milk after the other. Hannah can hardly sit still, everything tickles so agonizingly delightful. Her labia feel swollen, like they're bulging out in her panties, pressing her sensitive clitoris against the taut silk fabric. The whimper that rolls over Hannah's lips, is not one of sorrow or regret, neither are the tears that stream down her warm cheeks. Joy, happiness and utter bliss are the only things that Hannah feels. She knows her orgasm is close and she accepts it. She rests her head against the cushion, lets her mind relax in the wonderful web of pleasure that her body is caught in. When she feels the specks of her building climax slowly converge in her groin, Hannah clenches her teeth and grips the armrests. Her legs tighten as a million tiny motes of pleasure slam into each other, growing in size, overpowering her frail body. The weight of the approaching climax is too heavy, Hannah can't contain it any longer. The center of pleasure crumbles onto itself - and goes supernova. Erica barely opens her eyes as Hannah screams out in joy. The little girl has already heard her mother squeal like this so many times before. "Hannah?" Hannah looks up at Dr. Cooper. She realizes that she is winded, that her cheeks feel like they're on fire. "Are you okay?", the psychiatrist asks with genuine concern, "Sounded like you got rather excited there." Hannah tries to catch her breath while her heart hammers away in her chest. Her hands are shaking and she balls them into fists. She searches her mind, wonders how much she has told Dr. Cooper. "You were telling me about that summer day," the doctor tells her, as if capable of reading her mind, "You were breastfeeding Erica and you had an orgasm." "Yes," Hannah nods, taking in deep breaths. "What happened then?" "After I had gathered myself, I took Erica to the nursery to change her diaper. She had peed a little but it wasn't too bad. I removed her diaper, cleaned her and put the --" "No no, Hannah," Dr. Cooper stops her with a raised hand, "I know what a diaper-change looks like, I want you to tell me what was going through your mind as you changed your daughter." Hannah takes another deep breath. "Okay." She is back on the couch again. The residues of her orgasm are still tickling her body but she feels fantastic, like a massive weight has been lifted off her shoulders, like a drowning person tasting air at the last moment. She looks down at Erica. The little girl has let go of her nipple and is smiling so sweetly up at her. Hannah picks up the little girl and kisses the milk-drops away from her lips. Her daughter giggles and kisses her mother back. The love Hannah feels in her heart for the little adorable gem in her arms, threatens to overflow her entire system and she can barely hold back tears of glee as she holds the girl tight. "Mommy loves you so much," she whispers into the girl's ear. When she lays down Erica on the changing table a few moments later, Hannah can't help tearing up as her daughter smiles at her. She bends down over the child and presses her lips against hers, smiling when she feels her daughter's hand grab her face and press their lips together. The girl is wearing a loose-fitting, sleeveless pink Babydoll with the characters from the movie Frozen on it. Hannah slips a hand underneath her daughter's Babydoll and run it across Erica's flat stomach, all the way up to her chest and caress her tiny under-developed nipples. Hannah can't help but wonder if Erica's nipples are as sensitive as her own. She hopes, and thinks, that they are because she feels them harden against her fingers. Hannah lifts up the child's Babydoll and exposes her flat chest. She can see how her fingers have hardened her tiny buds and Erica giggles again when her mother leans down and lets her coarse tongue play with her nipples. The small sprouts stand out against her flat chest and Hannah's tongue easily finds them. She lets her tongue circle both of them, one at the time, and she hears Erica sigh so sweetly as her tongue glide over her tiny nipples. She cannot thank her little daughter enough. Not only for the love she always shows her but for the countless times she - unintentionally - has brought her to climax. If this little girl only knew how much her mother cherishes the way she can take her to the highest peaks, how powerful a bond that has forged between them. Hannah knows that every mother loves her child unconditionally, but not like this. Not like Hannah does. The way the sight of her daughter makes her chest swell with love, is almost painful. Painful because Hannah can't help but feel inadequate. She has never truly repaid her daughter for the love she shows her. And Erica deserves so much more. She deserves everything. Hannah wipes tears from her cheeks and tuck her daughter's Babydoll underneath her back. As she removes Erica's cotton panties, she feels her heart flutter in her chest again when Erica smiles up at her. She opens her daughter's diaper and has to take a deep calming breath when her eyes fall on the girl's gorgeous little vagina. It is so much prettier than she remembers from this morning. Erica's bulbous pubic mound, that only little girls have, stands out so stunningly between her legs. The way her puffy labia arches into a beautiful pudendal cleft is almost too much for Hannah. Erica is still smiling at her when Hannah picks up the disposable napkin, dips it in water and begins cleaning her daughter's vagina. She doesn't understand why her hand is trembling as it runs the napkin along Erica's delicate labia. She has cleaned her daughter's vagina countless times, but today somehow feels different. Hannah places her fingers on Erica's warm labia and gently spreads them. She sucks in a deep breath. No matter how many times she sees it, Hannah will never truly be prepared for just how absolutely gorgeous a child's vaginal lips are. She has to swallow several times in dry throat before she regains her composure. Erica just giggles when Hannah cleans her delicate parts, making sure to get into all the little nooks and crannies before wiping her daughter dry. Hannah looks up at the shelves above Erica and grabs the bottle of baby-oil. She squeezes a generous amount into her hands and warms up the oil by rubbing her palms together. When her oily hands softly make contact with her daughter's lovely vagina, a wide smile spread across Erica's adorable face. She just lays there, still as a mouse, smiling up at Hannah while she massages the child's private parts. She spreads Erica's fatty labia and tenderly runs her oiled finger along her daughter's tiny vaginal lips. The puzzled expression that spreads across Erica's lovely face, the way she just stares up at her mother, makes Hannah want to bend down and kiss her. Her fingers were still massaging Erica's tender vagina when she leans in and kissed her soft lips. Her daughter doesn't react when Hannah's tongue glides across her soft lips and presses itself into Erica's mouth. She still stares at her mother with that perplexed look on her face when Hannah's tongue touches hers. This is the first time that Hannah tastes Erica's sweet saliva and she wonders why she hasn't tried it before. When Hannah straightens back up and let her thumb brush over Erica's tiny clitoris, the child lets out the cutest little moan. Hannah sees the enjoyment on her daughter's face and it makes her smile. She keeps caressing the little love bud and feels it harden against her thumb. Erica's mouth has dropped open at this point and her eyes has gone wide. She is breathing in an odd and uneven way, letting out these funny little noises. She looks so adorable there on the table and Hannah feels her cheeks warm at the sight. Erica's genitals are glistening with the oil as Hannah uses her thumb to circle her daughter's tiny clitoris. The child coos softly and her eyes roll back in their sockets. Hannah feels so happy on Erica's behalf, her daughter should experience what true pleasure really feels like. Hannah lets the back of her fingers gently caress her daughter's hairless labia. She hears a breath stutter in Erica's throat when her fingers part her daughter's puffy outer labia and find her tender vaginal lips. Hannah's caresses Erica's sensitive opening and feels how the child's labia get moist with vaginal lubrication. She presses a little harder and hears Erica whimper as her finger glides inside her daughter's tight little child-vagina. Erica's vaginal cave squeezes her finger so lovingly and Hannah has to stifle a moan when her finger proceeds further up inside her daughter. The ridged walls of Erica's narrow vagina almost pulls Hannah's finger toward her under-developed cervix. When her finger reaches the narrow entrance to her daughter's tiny uterus, Hannah gently caresses the opening in a circular motion. She feels Erica's legs quiver as her finger sends surges of pleasure through her young body. Erica tries to stifle one of her sweet moans but it is getting increasingly difficult for her. When Erica moves both hands to her mouth and holds back a little squeal, Hannah can tell that her daughter is really struggling now. She sees how the skin on Erica's neck and cheeks blushes and she hears her daughter's breathing getting more and more strained. It almost brings tears to Hannah's eyes that she can make her little daughter feel so excited, and she loves how much Erica trusts her to be gentle and delicate with her. Hannah gently retracts her finger from her daughter's gorgeous little vagina, sees that the skin of her finger is wet and wrinkled from exposure to Erica's sweet lubrication. Hannah feels the child's legs twitch as she runs her finger from her vaginal lips up to her puffy clitoral hood. Her slippery finger easily finds Erica's tiny little child-clitoris. It is barely the size of a pinhead but it is just as sensitive as Hannah's - if not more so. She gently circles Erica's petite love bud with her slick finger and hear her daughter whimper. Hannah had no idea that she would love sexually arousing her little child as much as she does. To see her squirm in ecstasy, to feel how her touch causes Erica to have a tiny clitoral erection is just so overwhelmingly beautiful and rewarding at the same time. Hannah removes her fingers from her daughter's vagina and she sees an almost disappointed expression on Erica's young face. "Don't worry, pumpkin," Hannah smiles and kisses her daughter's lips, "Mommy's not done." She reaches down, gently rolls Erica over onto her stomach and spreads her daughter's firm buttocks. Hannah takes in the lovely aroma from Erica's little puckered anus. It looks so adorable there between her small tender orbs and Erica lets out a sweet little sigh when her mother bends down and kisses her anus. Hannah kisses it again, this time gently pressing her tongue against Erica's taut sphincter. Her daughter's young anus tastes great and Hannah cherishes her musky flavor as her tongue glides around her opening. She makes sure to clean her daughter's little tushy completely, and while Erica's sphincter resists her at first, Hannah slowly manages to press the tip of her tongue into the child's anal cavity. Erica is completely relaxed when Hannah kisses her gorgeous little anus again and she can tell that her daughter enjoys it. She takes Erica's small hands and leads them back to her buttocks. It surprises Hannah when Erica holds her buttocks spread for her mother. Hannah bends down between her daughter's slender legs takes in the stunning view of Erica's developing anus. She licks her finger and slowly lets the wet tip circle the child's anal opening. Erica takes deep relaxed breaths as Hannah tenderly massages her daughter's tushy with her finger. Hannah wants to press her finger inside Erica's anus, wants to feel it slide all the way up her young rectum, but she realizes that her daughter is still too sensitive for that, still too young. She kisses her tushy a final time before carefully rolling Erica onto her back again. Her daughter keeps her slender thighs spread for Hannah and she is now face to face with Erica's adorable little vagina. Hannah uses her hands to part the child's puffy labia. A breath catches in her throat as she lays her eyes upon Erica's perfectly smooth vaginal lips. She sees that they are a bit swollen with excitement and when she leans in and runs her coarse tongue along the tiny length of them, she feels Erica's body tremble. The sound of the child's surprised moans picks up in tempo as Hannah slips her tongue in between Erica's delicate lips. Her daughter's vagina tastes so sweet and exquisite and Hannah pouts her lips and gently suck her daughter's sweet child-juice into her mouth. As she runs her tongue up to her tiny clitoris, she feels Erica grip her hands. She holds them tight, squeezes them as hard as her young muscles can, while her mother's tongue circles her gorgeous clitoris. Hannah hears Erica's breathing become more and more irregular as she stimulates her hardening love bud. She increases her tempo, runs her tongue across and around her daughter's clitoris with more intensity. Erica's thighs trembles and she starts to buck. Hannah focuses all her attention on her daughter's stiff little clitoris, licking it as hard and fast as she can, feeling how the child is losing control. Hannah feels so proud of her daughter, how she manages to keep herself from screaming out in pleasure is beyond her, but when the orgasm suddenly detonates in her child loins, Hannah has to hold on to Erica's narrow waist. Her entire body stiffens and Hannah feels her daughter's thighs spasm uncontrollably. The child holds her breath, lungs filled with air. Her tiny fingers shudder as if she is going through a seizure. Erica arches her back and squirts into her mother's mouth. The sudden discharge surprises Hannah but she doesn't pull her face away. Another squirt of her daughter's juices sprays her face and fills her mouth. It tastes so sweet and Hannah happily gulps down another warm squirt. "Did your daughter pee in your mouth?" Hannah's mind returns to the present. She looks over at Dr. Cooper who sits with her pen ready at the pad. "No, it wasn't pee," Hannah replies, "When Erica orgasmed, she had a...vaginal discharge. I've read about it, it's sometimes referred to as a `Female Ejaculation' or something like that." "Ah yes," the psychiatrist nods, "I'm familiar with the term, I just didn't know a child could...squirt like that." "Erica can." "Does she always squirt when she orgasms?" "Mostly," Hannah says, "It depends on how close together the orgasms are." Dr. Cooper nods and scribbles on her pad. It bothers Hannah that she doesn't know what the psychiatrist is writing. Is she just transcribing Hannah's words or is it her own thoughts of Hannah? "Hannah, I need you to be absolutely honest with me now, okay?" Hannah nods. "Does Erica ever pleasure you orally?" Hannah almost jolts in her chair as her mind remembers the first time her little daughter let her sweet tongue play against Hannah's bloated clitoris, how she had cried out in ecstasy when her daughter had licked her to the most glorious orgasm. "Hannah," Dr. Cooper says, "Be honest." Hannah nods. "Yes, doctor, she does. And she does it really well." The psychiatrist goes back to her pad and Hannah wrings her hands, waits in silence as the woman finishes her notes. When Dr. Cooper finally clicks her pen and looks up, Hannah swallows hard in anticipation. "So, Hannah," she starts, "First of all, I'd like to thank you for opening up to me and for your honesty. I realize that that couldn't have been easy so I want you to know how much I appreciate your bravery today." Hannah blushes, she has never been good with compliments. "I'm absolutely convinced that you love your daughter deeply and that you would never do anything to harm her...on purpose," Dr. Cooper says, "I believe both of you enjoy each other's company tremendously and that the bond you have forged is based on genuine love." The psychiatrist takes a sip of water. Here it comes, Hannah thinks. "But we can't get around the fact that you're having sexual relations with very young girl, Hannah, a girl that also happens to be your daughter. I don't have to tell you how wrong that is." "I know the difference between right and wrong, doctor," Hannah says and feels tears sting in her eyes, "I really do, and when you lay it out like that, I know how it sounds. But how can something that comes out of pure love ever be wrong?" "Hannah --" "No, doctor, let me finish," Hannah says, gathering up her strength, "I miss my daughter so much and I know she misses me. We haven't seen each other for almost two months and I know her little heart is breaking just as much as mine is. Is our relationship inappropriate? Yes. In your eyes. But in Erica's and mine, it's the most normal thing in the world. We love each other like no mother and daughter have ever loved each other and the thought of never holding her again, never feeling her mouth on me or my mouth on her, is unbearable." This time it's Dr. Cooper's turn to swallow. "As I said earlier, Hannah, I don't doubt the purity of the love you feel for each other, but I need to be absolutely sure that Erica's safety is not compromised in any way shape or form." "I don't know how to convince you of that, doctor," Hannah cries, "I've told you what kind of relationship my daughter and I have, how our love for each other is the only thing that matters. I don't know what else I can tell you." "Neither do I," the psychiatrist says. Hannah can see by the way the woman's brow furrows that she contemplates something. Dr. Cooper takes another sip of water, puts down her pad and pen and gets up. Hannah follows the woman with her eyes as she walks to the door and opens it. "Erica? Please come in." Hannah's eyes go wide and she feels her stomach drop out of her as her little daughter peeks into the room. Erica is just as beautiful as she remembers. Barely 4ft tall and fifty pounds spread out so gorgeously on her slender frame. Her blue eyes light up when she spots her mother and her long blonde hair flails behind her as she runs to Hannah. "Mommy!" Hannah barely manages to get to her feet before Erica tackles her back into her chair, the little girl throwing herself into her mother's waiting arms. Hannah showers her daughter with kisses, holds her tight while both of them weep. "I've missed you so much, mommy," Erica cries and throws her arms around Hannah. "I've missed you, pumpkin," Hannah tells her. She can't help but look up at Dr. Cooper as she heads back to her chair. Hannah sends her an appreciative nod and wipes tears from her eyes. Several minutes of hugging and kissing later, Hannah manages to calm down her daughter. "Erica, this is Dr. Cooper." "Please, call me Amy," the psychiatrist smiles, "You too, Hannah." "Hello," Erica says in her sweet and tender voice. "Nice to meet you, Erica." The little girl wraps her arms back around Hannah. "When are you coming home, mommy?" Again, Hannah looks over at Dr. Coo -- Amy. "It's...complicated, pumpkin." Amy leans back in her chair, retrieves her pad and pen, scribbles something on it. "Hannah," she says, "I heard what you said before, about not being able to understand your relationship, and if I'm going to be able to submit my findings to the court, I realize that I have to see the two of you together, to see how the girl reacts to you." "And?" "Well, and this is just my initial observation," Amy continues, "but I'm not seeing any of the typical symptoms normally associated with an abused child." "Erica's not abused," Hannah protests. Amy holds up her hands in a calming fashion. "It was meant in a legal sense, Hannah, I know you've never...abused her in that way." "I haven't abused her in any way." "The Law sees it otherwise," Amy counters, "But what I've seen so far is a little girl who's very, very happy to see her mother." "Mommy," Erica says and looks up at Hannah, "Can I have your breast?" Hannah looks down at her sweet daughter, swallows hard at the mere thought of feeling Erica's lovely mouth around her hard nipple. "It's been so long, mommy." Hannah looks over at Amy. The psychiatrist puts away the pad and pen, takes off her glasses and sits back in her chair. Her piercing stare is very uncomfortable and Hannah can't tell what's going on behind Amy's eyes. Hannah runs her hand across her daughter's soft hair, leans down and kisses her cheek. There is nothing she rather do right now than breastfeed Erica but the way Amy observes them, makes Hannah hesitate. If the psychiatrist would just come out and speak but she just sits there, staring at them. "I don't know, sweetheart," Hannah says, hating the disappointed look on Erica's face. "Why, mommy?" Hannah sends another glance at Amy, sees absolutely no changes to the woman's expression. As she takes in her daughter's longing look, Hannah takes the decision. She knows it could cost her dearly, but she just can't bring herself to refuse her daughter the love that she so richly deserves. Erica's eyes light up as Hannah unbuttons her shirt and exposes her bra. Her daughter's hands are already all over her breast as she rolls up in her mother's lap. Hannah doesn't have to pull up her bra, Erica does that for her. Hannah's heavy breast pops out and the hard nipple brushes against her daughter's lips. She shutters in delight as Erica grabs the breast with both hands and guides her mother's nipple into her waiting mouth. Hannah catches a quick glimpse of Amy, observing them from across the room, before she has to close her eyes and let out a deep and long moan. Oh, how she has missed the feeling of her daughter's mouth on her breast. Erica's mouth is so warm and eager, and even at nine-years-old, the little girl still makes her mother lactate so generously. Hannah had feared that their long time apart would have stopped her milk production, but feeling her thick, protein-rich milk squirt into her daughter's excited mouth, sends a wave of relief through her fragile body. The tickling starts immediately and Hannah leans her head back, not even bothering to hold back her escalating moans. Erica's tongue plays with her engorge nipple while sucking the milk out of her, and Hannah's hands grip the armrest. She doesn't care what Amy is thinking right now, whether she's upset with Hannah, angry at her or just repulsed by the sight, none of it is relevant right now. The only thing that matters, is the surges of pleasure that her daughter's sweet mouth sends through Hannah's body. Hannah has not had an orgasm in the two months she has spent at the hospital and she is not surprised that a climax is already building inside of her. Erica senses it too and Hannah can even sense how her small mouth is smiling against her breast. "Are you going to fly, mommy?" her sweet voice whispers. "Yes, honey," Hannah stutters, struggling for control over her vocal cords, "Mommy's gonna fly." Hannah screams. The orgasm detonates. She feels weightless, her mind gliding so peacefully through the atmosphere as every inch of her shivering body tingles so delightfully. It's so beautiful up here, Hannah thinks, so serene. Her mind carries her away on the softest cloud of pleasure that Erica gently rocks back and forth, just like Hannah's mother used to do. Even as the orgasm subsides, and Hannah returns to reality, she doesn't dare open her eyes. She doesn't want to go back to the horrible office, to that horrible psychiatrist. She doesn't want to go back to days on end without her beautiful child. Hannah feels a second hand fondling her other breast. She knows Erica is very hungry and Hannah smiles as she feels the hand lift up her other bra cup. She can't wait to feel Erica's mouth around her other nipple. Something is wrong. Hannah feels it immediately. The hand that is taking out her other breast from the bra, is much bigger than Erica's, the skin not nearly as soft as her daughter's. Hannah's eyes pop open. She looks down and is shocked to see Amy's hands on her breast. The psychiatrist has taken off her blazer, her grey hair is hanging loosely along her face and her white silk shirt is unbuttoned down to her gorgeous lace bra. She is kneeling in front of Hannah's chair and the skin on her neck shows red splotches of excitement. Erica looks up from her mother's nipple, milk running down her chin. She giggles as the older woman closes her mouth around Hannah's other nipple. Hannah gasps as Amy's lips squeeze her bloated nipple. The older woman's mouth quickly covers Hannah's entire areola and her warm milk sprays against Amy's coarse tongue. The woman greedily swallows and sucks out more milk from Hannah's nipple. Erica giggles again but returns her mouth to her mother's other nipple. Hannah shudders as her body rushes through a sensory overload. The two mouths feel so incredible against her nipples, yet also so different; one is sweet and playful, the other fervent and starved. She can't help but to run a hand through Amy's grey hair and as the older woman looks up at her, she sees nothing but appreciation in her eyes. Hannah feels certain that Amy has never done something like this before - maybe not even as a little child. The manner in which her mouth and tongue ferociously pull the milk from Hannah's breast, is so uncharacteristically raw and without sophistication. Hannah wants to ask the psychiatrist if she has ever been breastfed before, but only moans escape her lips as Amy and Erica suck so generously on her sensitive nipples. The pleasure that Hannah is feeling is almost too much for her frayed mind. Having her breast-reservoirs emptied in this incredibly arousing manner, is unlike anything she has ever experienced. She can't help but to press both faces harder against her nipples, as that lovely and agonizing sizzle starts to swell her already bloated labia. Hannah wishes that she had on a pretty dress like her daughter, but they made her wear pants and shirt today. She would have loved to spread her legs and feel Erica's tiny hand glide into her panties - like she has done so many times before. Not that Hannah needs the extra stimulation, the mouth and tongues have already made her delicate clitoris hard. She tosses her head back and moans loudly, feeling the burning itch spread throughout her body. It's too much, Hannah can't take it anymore. She pulls back as the orgasm once again explodes inside of her, ripping her nipples from the lovely mouths, sees milk squirt uncontrollably into the faces of Erica and Amy. Her daughter giggles as another spray of milk paints white droplets on her face. The child opens her mouth and catches another squirt while Amy gently holds her open mouth close to Hannah's nipple. As the aftershocks of the intense orgasm finally fade, the spray of milk dissipates and Hannah feels how Amy takes her hand, sees how the older woman kisses her trembling fingers. Amy's face is red and white with excitement and milk when she looks up at Hannah and sends her a lovely smile. "I understand now, Hannah," she says, "I understand." Hannah caresses the psychiatrist's cheek, wipes away a bit of milk from her upper lip. The older woman smiles and takes Hannah's thumb into her mouth, sucks on it as greedily as she had sucked on Hannah's nipple only seconds earlier. Erica giggles at the sight and sits up in her mother's lap. Hannah kisses the top of her head and holds her tight against her naked bosom. Amy takes the thumb from her mouth, leans forward and kisses Hannah's lips. Her lips are soft, Hannah feels, but they also tremble slightly. She returns the kiss, presses her lips against Amy's. Again, the little girl giggles at the sight of the two adult women but accepts Amy's lips as the older women leans down and kisses the little girl on the mouth. "You're a very sweet child," Amy says and taps Erica gently on the tip of her nose, "And you're lucky that you have such a loving mommy." Hannah immediately feels the warmth that spreads in her chest. Amy's words mean a lot to her - in fact, a lot more than she had ever thought they would. "You made your mommy fly." "So did you," Erica giggles. "Yes, you both made me fly so wonderfully," Hannah nods and sends both of them an appreciative smile. "Can I fly too, mommy?" Erica asks, looking up at Hannah with her big blue eyes, "Please?" Hannah smiles. She bends down and kisses her daughter's soft lips. "Of course you can." Hannah is about to lift up her daughter's pretty dress when Amy's hand stops her. She looks down at the older woman, suddenly deeply concerned by the stern look on the psychiatrist's face. "I thought you understood," Hannah says, her lips starting to quiver. "I do, Hannah, but..." Amy swallows and takes a deep reassuring breath, "Do you think it would be okay if I...if I made Erica fly today?" Amy's words shock Hannah completely and, at first, she isn't certain that she heard her correct. But when she sees the pleading look in the psychiatrist's sparkling eyes, she appreciates the courage it must've taken to ask that question. Hannah looks at her daughter. "Amy would like to make you fly, pumpkin. Would you like to try that?" The little girl swings her gaze to the older woman, then back to her mother. Erica smiles and nods, and Hannah hears an involuntary sigh of relief spurt out of Amy's mouth. Hannah helps her daughter down from her lap and observes as Amy hold out her hand for Erica. Hannah is surprised by the trust she has in Amy and she suspects that all those sessions they've had so far, has been leading to this very moment. In Hannah's mind, Amy seems like a woman - and before that, a child - that perhaps wasn't shown - and as a mother, didn't show - the kind of love and affection that a child should always receive from a parent, and through their sessions, it's possible that the psychiatrist has finally realized this and is now taking steps to amend her own shortcomings. Though Erica has never been intimate with another woman - other than the occasional gushes of love from her grandmother - Hannah's mother - it doesn't surprise Hannah that the child feels so at ease with Amy. Even at only nine years old, Erica seems to have an exceptional gift as to who can be trusted and who can't, and she just smiles so sweetly as Amy undoes her pretty dress and slides it off her young and tender body. As usual, Erica isn't wearing any panties and Hannah's heart skips a beat at the sight of her daughter's gorgeous and hairless vagina. Hannah sees the same reaction on Amy's face as the older woman takes in the child's slender figure. As a mother, Hannah should be feeling a certain apprehension about her child being intimate with another woman, but for reasons she can't quite put her finger on, Hannah instinctively knows that Amy will be gentle and loving with Erica. Maybe Amy gave birth to a pretty little girl herself, maybe she wanted to, and even fantasized about, showing her daughter the kind of affection Hannah shows hers, but felt bound and restricted by society's ridiculous morals. Either way, Hannah knows that Amy will make Erica fly so beautifully today. She feels so happy that the older woman will finally get a chance to offer her love to someone so innocent and pure as Erica. Perhaps... "Pumpkin?" Erica looks over to her mother. "Perhaps you can make Amy fly as well?" The child smiles and nods. Hannah sees tears build in Amy eyes as she sends Hannah a very appreciative smile. The older woman caresses the child's cheek, leans in and kisses her lips. "I'd like that very much, honey." Hannah sits back in her chair and watches while Amy unbuttons her shirt and takes it off. She is wearing a lovely lace bra that holds up her impressive breasts and when Erica unclasps the bra, the older woman's large breasts sags so beautifully down to her stomach. Amy's skin is still quite smooth, even for a woman that age. There are the expected wrinkles and discolorations but they are far less than Hannah had expected. She can't help but be impressed by the size of the older woman's large areolas. They have a lovely brown color and are much, much bigger than Hannah's. Amy's nipples are already quite stiff as she unzips her skirt and slides it off her smooth legs. She wears a matching pair of elegant panties that Erica pulls down. The older woman's pubic hairs are - not surprisingly - coarse and grey. Erica has seen grey pubic hair before - her grandmother's - so Hannah isn't surprised by her daughter's ambivalent reaction. Realizing how much the grey pubic hair reminds her of her mother, Hannah cannot help but smile as her mind recounts the lovely times she has had - and continues to have - with her gorgeous mother. She observes as Erica helps Amy take off her stylish pumps, notices that while her daughter seems very relaxed, the older woman is understandably nervous. Hannah almost envies her - not because she's about to experience the most beautiful thing in the world - but because she's about to experience it for the first time. Hannah's clitoris hardens again at the thought of that first time Erica's little warm tongue pressed itself against her swollen labia. Oh, how Hannah had screamed out in pleasure, almost startling the little child, how intense her orgasm had been, how her body had tingled the rest of the day. As she observes Amy and Erica climb into a sixty-nine position, with the child on top, Hannah remembers the first time she had had Erica on top of her like that, how the child's face was only barely able to reach her Hannah's bellybutton. Hannah can still taste her child's juices as her mind recounts how she had grabbed her daughter's fleshy buttocks, and had pressed the child's tender vagina against her waiting mouth. Erica had cooed on top of her as Hannah had let her tongue explore every nook and cranny of her daughter's delicious vagina, including her tiny little clitoris. As Amy runs her tongue against Erica's private parts now, Hannah knows that the feeling of excitement that the older woman must be experiencing, is primarily caused by licking a child's vagina, and not necessarily because of the way Erica's tongue is reciprocating the lovely gesture. Thinking back to that day, where Erica's small frame had been lying on top of her, with her precious little vagina pressed against her mother's mouth, Hannah had experienced the most powerful orgasm, without her little child ever having touched her vagina. The sheer feeling, of running her tongue against her daughter's taut vaginal lips while gently massaging her tushy's little opening, had been so intensely arousing, so satisfying and rewarding, that Hannah had orgasmed twice while doing it. She hears the familiar sounds coming from her daughter's mouth as Amy presses her tongue inside her vagina, sees how her daughter's slender thighs tremble. The older woman's breathing is very audible now and the excitement is painted across her soft features. While most mothers would probably feel stings of jealousy while watching their daughter orally pleasuring another woman, Hannah has seen Erica do it before to her grandmother, and she understands that it is done out of a need to make the other person feel loved. How can anyone ever have problems with such unselfishness. Hannah observes how her young daughter skillfully parts Amy's coarse pubic hair, how her slender fingers spread the older woman's vaginal lips and how her lovely little tongue plays against the psychiatrist's hard clitoris. The moans rise in the office. The way both of them are enjoying themselves warms Hannah's heart. Amy's hands have a tight grip on Erica's firm buttocks as the older women's mouth makes love to the girl's hairless labia. Perhaps fearing the child's reaction, Amy doesn't use her fingers to stimulate Erica's anus. She should, though, Hannah thinks, Erica squeals so delightfully when her tushy is getting a massage. That first time when Hannah had had her little daughter lying on top of her in the sixty-nine position, she had played with the child's tushy so sweetly, gently pressing the tip of her finger inside the tight anal opening. Her young daughter had whimpered so sweetly and had pressed her soft buttocks against her mother's finger. It hadn't taken many minutes of Hannah's tongue licking the child's taut vaginal lips and her finger's massaging her anus, before her small daughter had begun squealing. The child's fleshy thighs had trembled so innocently against Hannah's cheeks as she had eagerly pressed her tongue inside of her daughter. "Oh God." Hannah snaps back to present day. "Oh God," Amy repeats. Hannah sees how the older woman squirms on the floor, how her calves tighten and her toes curl. Hannah feels so delighted for Amy as the intense orgasm rattles her old body. It's obvious by the way her body stiffens, then shudders uncontrollably, that the psychiatrist has not climaxed in a very long time. Amy screams in pleasure, wildly savoring the addictive sensation of the extreme orgasm that only a small child can produce. If she didn't truly understand before, she most certainly does now, Hannah thinks with a smile on her face. The older woman's scream sound just like Hannah's own had sounded that day. The orgasm had been sudden, powerful and severe, and her body had trembled so intensely with her little daughter lying on top of her. Erica had climaxed simultaneously and her little tender vagina had once again squirted its sweet juice into Hannah's mouth. Hannah knows what signs to look for and she sees her daughter start to buck on top of Amy. As the older woman's orgasm gradually ebbs, Erica's starts to flow. Her tiny squeals are like sweet music in Hannah's ears. She knows that, right now, Amy is looking at her daughter's labia, witnessing them swell before her eyes, seeing her tiny lips fold open like a wakening flower. The first spray from the child's vagina, splashes into Amy's surprised face. Even though the psychiatrist is fully aware of Erica's tendencies to squirt, Hannah still sees the shock on her face when the warm liquid hits her lips. But just like Hannah did, Amy quickly realizes how sweet the child's juices are and happily accepts the second squirt in her mouth. Erica's climax is intense and Hannah watches her daughter arch her back, sees her stomach tighten, as her body forces the warm juice out through her pulsating vagina. Seeing both of them climax so beautifully, brings tears of joy to Hannah's eyes. Her heart thumps in her chest as the cavity fills with happiness. She is so delighted for both of them, they have shared a beautiful and intimate moment. Hannah feels especially happy for Amy. She has just experienced something that she will forever cherish, something so gorgeous that her life will never be the same. "Thank you for making me fly, Dr. Cooper," Erica says. The psyc gives the girl a kiss. "Amy, call me Amy, honey," she smiles, "And it's me who's thanking you." Hannah wipes tears from her eyes and helps Erica put her dress back on. Amy is still struggling with her breathing as she slips back into her lingerie. Her hair is wet but she doesn't seem to mind. Her daughter climbs back onto her lap and Hannah kisses her. They watch as Amy puts the rest of her close back on and finally sits down across from them. She picks up her pad with her trembling fingers, looks over at Hannah and takes a deep breath. "Hannah, I will file my report with the court today." "What will it say, Dr. Coo -- Amy?" Despite what has happened here today, Hannah still feels very anxious. "It will state that I have thoroughly investigated the case," Amy says and pauses, "And that I have not found any evidence what so ever of any neglect or abuse. It will further say, that I find your ex-husband's accusations to be completely without merit and that I strongly recommend that you are released immediately with the court's apology." Hannah's chest shivers at the sound of Amy's words. Tears is streaming down her face when Erica looks up at her. "What does that mean, mommy?" "It means that your mommy is coming home, sweetheart," Amy smiles. Erica throws her arms around mother and hugs her tighter than she has ever hugged her before. The two of them cry in each other's arms. "But..." Oh no, no buts, Hannah thinks. "I think it would be...beneficial," Amy says and smiles, "if the three of us continue these sessions, perhaps once a week? Maybe...more?" Hannah looks down at Erica who nods. "We'd like that very much, Dr. Coo -- Amy."