Date: Sun, 7 Feb 2021 11:02:44 +0000 From: Mindy Max Subject: Mommy and Thea - Lesbian, Adult/Youth, Incest It's only natural for a mother to fall in love with her daughter. But to fall in *lust* with her? And at such a tender age... From the moment Thea was born she was my world. Mind, body, and soul. I'd never felt such emotion - not even for her father, sweet man that he is. This little girl, only seconds old then, was my reason for living. Nothing could sway me from my devotion, and nothing has since. For most of her life it was just Thea and me. Her father, Matt, is an army mechanic, and for whatever reason can't get enough of deployment. Which is fine. The selfish part of me is glad I don't have to share. This little girl is all mine, and I'm all hers. Matt wasn't there when Thea and I determined that only she decides when she should stop breastfeeding. It was how we bonded, after all. What kind of person would take that from a child before she was ready? I watched her grow from an infant to a toddler to a child, with black curls growing long and wild around her chubby cheeks. It was only her and I when she lost her front teeth, and I who soothed her as she cut a second set. In all that time her eyes continued to sparkle like emeralds, wide enough for a woman to lose herself in. So full of life, and wonder, and joy, coupled with a shy smile and a giggle like music. There was nothing I wouldn't do for my Thea, if she only asked. At nine years old, she still bolted in the door the second she was off the school bus. Wherever I was in the house she would find me, drag me to the sofa, and whined until I sat. How can anyone say no to such a sweet, pouting face? Especially when all she wanted was to be close to Mommy. I lifted my shirt, and was already dripping. There's no bra. I've long failed to see the point of them. All they do is get in the way. Thea latched onto my nipple like a starving animal, gorging herself on my breast. Already the weight of my chest eased as she gulped down the sweet tasting milk. She lapped furiously, as though it would make the milk come faster, thicker. She can never know how wet that made me - feeding her, filling her belly, her dimunitive tongue swirling on my tit... Fuck. I know what you're thinking. It's immoral to be aroused by a child, especially one so innocent. And you're right. I would never, ever do anything to harm Thea. My constant arousal never being sated is a small price to pay for her safety. Besides, that's what sex toys are for, and every few years a husband. But all of that changed one afternoon when in the middle of nursing Thea's hand became... curious. I was staring down, lost in her dreamy expression, when suddenly she let out a moan. I jumped. At first I thought Thea was in pain, but then I saw her little fingers under the hem of her tartan schooldress, pushing aside the seat of her lilac cotton panties, and pressing into her hairless crease. My heart stopped. This was my daughter, nine years old, playing with herself! While still laying in her mother's lap! What should I have said? What should I have done? To this day I'm still not sure. One thing was for certain - I wasn't about to reprimand her. Girls have a hard enough time in the world without being shamed for their pleasure, and I wasn't about to turn into my mother, doling out punishment for something that comes naturally. My hand ran down the length of her arm, reluctant to pull Thea from herself. She was clearly enjoying the sensation, slurping milk from her Mommy and touching her tender, virgin cunt. Oh, god. I shiver just to think about it! Finally, my better nature won, and I nudged my little girl's hand away. "No, sweetie. That's something you can only do in private." My chest tightened. I was being a good mom, wasn't I? Thea pulled away with a pout. My semi-deflated breast flopped by her ear. "But Mommy," she whined. "We are in private!" "Private even from Mommy," I told her. For reasons I can barely grasp, my heart was breaking. I'm not used to saying 'no' to Thea at the best of times. She frowned, but didn't argue, and turned in my lap to feed on my other breast. I never want to be away from my Thea, and yet I suddenly couldn't wait to be alone with the bedroom door locked. **** The next week passed without incident. Thea, it seemed, had gotten the message. A gentle reprimand about the personal nature of self-pleasure, that not even Mommies are allowed to be part of. What a cruel world we live in. I couldn't shake the image from my mind; my daughter, aware enough of her body to find pleasure in it - stroking her mound, teasing her labia with an eager digit. The thought followed wherever I went! From the moment she boarded the school bus I was in the bedroom, pressing a wand between my legs at the highest setting. I tried in vain to think of something else - anything else! My husband, other men, other *women*, but all paths lead back to my little girl. Her perfect smile, her round little nose... her smooth body. How it would feel for her to taste my... "No!" Orgasm after furious orgasm could not dispell my desire, even after rubbing my clit raw. But this was all it could ever be; this was the price I had to pay to be a good mother. **** One night, my poor, darling girl developed a cough. "Mommy," she said. "My chest hurts." She'd suffered the whole day at school, and wasn't her usual, vibrant self when she arrived home. Even the comfort of nursing failed to lift her spirits. As though to drive the point home, Thea - usually keen to cling to the very last of the day - didn't argue when I suggested an early bedtime. The poor dear was beyond exhausted. It was a sexless act to change Thea into her nightgown. Any sense of arousal took a distant second to her discomfort, beautiful as she is. She needed a mother's touch, not one of a would-be lover denied. She crawled into bed and leaned against the wall obediently. Thea was always a joy, and only moreso when she didn't make a fuss. I popped the buttons, exposing the baby smoothness of her skin and the subtle dip of her ribs. I had to keep from gasping. The urge to lean down and pepper her with kisses, to taste her hairless body was overwhelming. Resisting took more fortitude than I knew I had. But where my lips were wanting, my fingers were sated. I rubbed decongestant ointment onto her chest, and inhaled the heady mix of oils, all the while stealing this most intimate touch. One day some man, some woman, would be there to sample the fruits of her body as she presented them; but for the moment they were mine, despite being limited by her age. No. I couldn't think those thoughts. I'm her mother - a chaste protector, nothing more. But that changed when my little girl groaned. It was sensual, needy, and more than took me off guard. I was frozen as she arched into my hand, guiding it toward the small, unassuming nub on her breast. Again I stood at the threshold, face to face with the ultimate taboo. Incest. Pedophilia. Taking a child's trust in my hands and exploiting it for my own ends. Dare I? Thea was begging for it... No. She couldn't know what she was doing. She was a child, only aware of the sensation coursing through her young body, unaware of the weight of her actions; ignorant of the risk a parent takes when they harbor such feeling. I said nothing. I did nothing. Her baby tit groped itself, pressing into my hand. My breath grew short; my heart beat to the point of exploding. I could feel her heart beating too, somehow steady in the realm of the forbidden. What to do! "Mommy?" she hummed. I gulped. "Yes, baby?" Thea took my wrist in her tiny hands and guided it downward, downward, towards the place that burned between her legs. My gosh. I didn't know children could get so wet! Despite her exhaustion she smiled wider than I'd ever seen before. She wanted this, without question, and clasped her thighs round my fingers. I twitched by reflex, stroking her mound without thinking. God, the sound of her whimpering! How could I refuse her? "Thea..." I said, voice shaking. She pulled closer with sparkling green eyes locked on mine. "I know it's naughty, Mommy, but I won't tell anyone. I promise. I don't want you to get in trouble." Maybe she did understand. But she couldn't, could she? Thea answered with a kiss, more feiry and passionate than any I'd experienced before. Her lips stretched wide, trying in vain to match my width. Her sweet little tongue rolled around mine. It would take some kind of superwoman to hold back the tide of lust. Nine year old Thea proved a greater temptation than reason, and I was glad. I pushed her to the mattress. She landed with a giggle, flashing the dampness of her panties as she kicked. There must have been a hunger in my eyes, because not for a moment did Thea question my intent. I pounced like an animal, pressing between the bow of her tiny legs, thirsty for her skin, for her kiss, for her everything. How had I resisted this angel for so long? How much did I risk, just for this moment? Now that I'd tasted it, I wouldn't trade it for anything. And neither would Thea. Every caress, every kiss, had her begging for more. She clung to my neck for dear life, as though without my love she would suffocate. Clothes vanished in a whirlwind. No more nightgown, no more panties, no more camis and yoga pants; just a woman and a girl, naked in body and soul. If ever there was a perfect moment to be captured and preserved it was that. How long had the tension been mounting? Months, at least, despite every attempt to deflect with orgasms. It exploded there, sweeping romance aside. That side of both of us had waited too long. I clasped the back of her knees in each hand and splayed her legs wide, making room to dive into her baby cunt. She was perfect - smooth, hairless, and without blemish; just soft enough with muscles developing under a layer of fat. "Please, Mommy!" As though I needed encouragement! Her taste was as sweet as sugar; sweeter than my own, the only other I knew. My tongue lashed between tight, immature labia, searching for her honey pot with a fervor I'd never known. To think that I was capable of this. Sex with a child, better than any I'd experienced before. No, not just any child - Thea. My only daughter. The love of my life, now and forever. My tongue ran along her opening, moving the length of her pussy. Thea giggled and squealed, having the time of her life! And then I'd discover a new corner, a new technique, prompting her to convulse. She clasped her legs and thrust closer, as though I could do more than swallow her pussy whole. With gentle, deliberate licks I soon discovered a tiny bump - her underdeveloped clitoris, barely protruding under its fold. Yet for such a small thing it stirred a massive feeling, pushing my little girl higher on the tidal wave to climax. What a delight it was to see her that way, and to know that the sex she had would be of a certain quality. Few parents ever had such an active hand in the sex lives of their children, and after making love to Thea I was convinced a Mother's touch was required to set the standard. Thea's breath stilled. She was close. So close! I didn't let up for a second. She would make it, if it was the last thing I ever did. "Mommy!" she gasped. "I... I hafta wee!" "Just let it go, sweetheart." And she did, in wave after wave, lost in euphoria, with a clear stream shooting from between her legs. There is some argument as to whether or not female ejaculate is the same as urine, but I didn't much care. I was so thirsty for my child that I swallowed all I could catch, and still pressed for more. Her sweet, tangy taste was rich in my tongue, and might have been foul if not for my current state; but my daughter's cum was something to be celebrated. Bleary and spent, my darling girl reached out to cling. My own pleasure could wait a while until she settled. I had a maternal duty to tend to. Perhaps she could be convinced to return the favor, but next time. The two of us had broken more than enough boundaries for one night, and she still needed rest. **** Thea bundled into my arms, shivering, and pulled as tight as she could. Her head found a home between my collar bone and neck. Her hot breath tickled, and assured me that she'd never been so alive. "I love you, Mommy," she murmured. With a gentle finger I traced circles on her back. "And I love you, cupcake. Now and always." I planted a kiss on her forehead, then she leaned up to kiss me on the lips. It was an adult kiss; soft, but still loaded with desire. She pulled away and beamed, biting her lower lip as only a child with a secret can. "Mommy?" she asked. "Yes, baby?" "Can we fuck lots?" I narrowed my gaze, more curious than anything. "Where did you learn that word, little miss?" "Some kids at school told me about it," she said. "Uh-huh. And I suppose you had to try it out for yourself." She smiled. "Yeah!" What a beautiful child. I leaned down and kissed her again. "We can fuck as many times as you like, Thea. So long as we keep it secret between us, okay?" She nodded obediently. I know she would. It shone in her eyes. This was just as important to her, and I was glad. Maybe I wasn't so selfish a parent, after all. "Mommy?" she asked again. "When I grow up, can we get married?" My heart skipped. What a beautiful question! "Girls can get married to other girls," she added, "and there's no girl I love more than you, Mommy." Between my daughter and my husband, I knew who I wanted more. "Of course, my darling. I'd love nothing more."