Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2002 16:43:49 EST
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: Spilt Milk ch2

I must have been in a sort of stupor, a daydream, because when I 'came
to', I found I was languidly stroking and fondling Tara's little bottom
as we hugged. It was as if I'd stepped from dream to reality in a flash,
and I immediately moved my hands upwards. Now they caressed very properly
along her back.
A small whining noise bubbled out from between my breasts. I watched
Tara's little panty-clad butt wiggle outwards. Her big brown eyes looked
up at me. Her mouth was still wet. "Why'd you stop?"
I really couldn't believe what I thought I understood. "Stop. . .what,
honey?"
She wiggled her little butt again. "Rubbing my BOTtom." Her cheeks
squeezed together. "I liked you rubbing my bottom."
Ohh, this was too weird. This is TARA, Louisa. Your DAUGHTER. Who you've
fought with, and spoonfed, and spoiled, and punished. . .And, God help
me, I looked at her little wiggly bum and felt LUST. Stall. "You liked
that?"
"Mm-hmm," murmured. My hand wavered, smoothing her lower spine. I watched
her hand come back, take my hand and slide it downwards. Again, the big
eyes. "Mommy. Rub my bottom."
Alright. . .tentative, light circling the outer cheeks.
"Harder."
Like a backrub, right? But. . .lower. My hands started naturally doing
what they'd been doing before I'd realized what they'd been doing. Soft,
deep circles and squeezes. I noticed that, whenever my hands met to
actually spread her little cheeks, Tara would sigh and arch.
A small voice in my chest. "Mmmm. . .that feels good, Mommy."
"Good, honey. I'm glad." My breathing was getting a bit deeper here, as
my hands warmed to their supple task. Smoooth, circle, smoooth, squeeze,
spread, circle. . .
"Mom?"
"Hmm?" --squeeze, spread. . .
"Mmm. . .umm. . .remember when you used to wipe my bottom?"
I took a long deep breath. Exhale. . . "Mmm-hmm. . .that was a long time
ago."
"I know. . ." Circle, circle, squeeze, squeeze, sprrread, cirrr-cle. . .
"Mom?"
"Yes, honey. . ."
"I like how it feels when I wipe my bottom."
"Mm-hmm, me too sometimes, honey. . ." squeeze, squeeze, squeeze,
sprrread...
"I liked when you wiped my bottom. . ."
"Ohh, sweetie. . ."
"I wanted you to wipe, and wipe, and wipe. . ." A shuddering little sigh
from my girl.
I smelled us. My heat, my milk, her breath, and her. . .sex. I could, I
could smell this new little spice of Tara's musk. And her bottom seemed
SO much softer, and more. . .open.
"Mommy?" This was almost a whisper, and so urgent-sounding that I
stopped. I looked down again at those brown eyes, now a bit glazed. Her
cheeks were flushed.
"Please? Could you. . .pretend to wipe me? In my bottom?"
"In your--"
Her little hand reached around again, this time to put my open hand on
her crack. "In the middle." I began slowly to smooth up and down. I
watched her eyes close.
"Like this?"
She nodded, snuggling her face into my breast. "Just. . .wipe and wipe.
.," she murmured.
I wiped and wiped. Oh my God. The difference, Lord, the difference
between my wipe and wipes then and now. . .Then she was my burden, my
joy, my child, my chore. Sex did not live on the same planet as we did.
She'd bend over, I'd wipe, 'front to back', then do laundry. Now this
same child was a sexual creature in my hungry hands. My fingers felt the
bump of her little anus, even sensed the tiny pooch when a finger
lingered. And her little crack was so warm! The cloth so soft and damp. .
.
Tara made tiny noises at my chest, little coos and mewings, as my fingers
stroked and smoothed down, down into the crevice of her missy. As soon as
I'd arrived,  her little butt went up, and her legs slid out, out, socks
along the hardwood.
Ohh, my beautiful little girl, my darling Tara, I'm going to make you
come, honey. Mommy's going to give you such a good come. And I felt her
opening, softening, my fingers twisting along her putty pussy lips, my
thumb tucking a soft bit of her panties into her little asshole. Her
mouth was open, breathing hard, blindly nuzzling, licking at my breasts.
And she called out to me, whisperloud, "Mmommy, Mommy, it feels so good,
I'm. . . .mmmMMMMMmmmmm, ohhhhh, Mommmeeeeee. . ."
All of a sudden, Tara pushed away from me and stood up. Her lower lip
trembled, and she put a hand down between her legs. Her slim thighs
squeezed the hand, as her eyes filled with tears.
"Tara? What is it, honey?" I reached for her, and she sobbed once, then
turned and scampered up the stairs.
Oh, boy, what on earth have I done?? I stood and checked the baby, then
followed, buttoning my shirt as I went.

At the door, I could see little Tara face down on her bed, sobbing
loudly. I was shattered. I sat on the bed by her and touched her hair.
"Honey," I began, "I am so sorry ---"
Immediately she flung herself at me, and sobbed into my chest. "No, no,
no," she sobbed.
"Shhh, shh, angel, hush." Her sobbing quieted, and she breathed little
wracked sob-breaths.
"I'm just. . .I'm so stupid, I am so. . ," which started a fresh round.
"Tara, honey, shhh, shhhhh. It's alright, baby. Shhhh." I stroked her
hair, and nuzzled her, comforting. When she'd quieted somewhat again, I
held her face. "Honey, you are NOT stupid. Why do you say that?"
Her lip trembled, but held. "'Cause. . .cause I'm, I'm stupid, 'cause I
got so scared. . ."
"What, honey? What scared you? How you were starting to feel downstairs?"
The little girl nodded, her short brown hair bobbing. "I just. . .I
thought I was going to explode and. . .and DIE, and then I would miss you
so much, and then you would only have Baby Pammie . ." Tears welled. Her
face reddened as she spoke, but she was quite serious.
I kissed her sweaty temple, then looked into her eyes. "Tara. . .you are
such a wonderful girl." I stroked her cheek with a finger. "I would
never, ever do ANYthing with you that would ever, ever hurt you." I
brushed a soft lock off her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. "That
exploding feeling, it just gets better, and better, and then you just. .
.explode! But it's great, it's a wonderful, wonderful explosion. I just
wanted you to feel that."
She leaned her head into my palm.
"But we don't have to do that at all, honey. We can ---"
"But I WANT to!" She grabbed the hand with both of hers, and held them to
her thin chest. "I do, Mommy, I really, really want to!" She made a brave
little smile! Ohh my, that just killed me, really.
I opened my arms to her and hugged her tightly, tightly. We rocked.
"Ohhh, Tara, Tara. I love you, sweetheart, so MUCH."
She murmured into my breast. "I love you, too, Mommy." Her mood made an
abrupt turn. "And now," as she unfurled from me, "I want to explode,
please."
My eyebrows must have risen quite a bit, because she giggled. "I do, I
do!"
I looked around the room casually, a small smile hidden. Finally, "How?"
Now her brows arose. "Huh?"
I tapped her knee. "How do you want to explode?"
"Oh!" She stared at me, and I watched the fascinating expression of her
discovery, where she began thinking of ways to explode. In the midst of
some embarassment, glee, and some litte-girl hunger as well. "Ummm. .
.well, I like when you rub my bottom," a little blush.
"Okay. . ." We were back! I couldn't believe this day, this moment. I sat
watching my little girl choose how I would bring her to orgasm! Dream?
Possibly. But I'm not waking up, that's for sure. "Do you want to stand
up, or lie down?"
"Stand up. Wait," as I began to turn. "What do you mean, 'lie down'?"
"Well. . .I'd lie down, and you'd . . .lie on top of me."
She looked at the bed, then up at me again. "And you'd. . .rub my
bottom?"
I smiled, and nodded. "I surely would."
She grinned. "Then lying down."
"Sure?" She nodded, still grinning. A moment. Then I climbed over to lie
face up at the head of the bed.
She looked over at me, then scrambled over to lie on top of me.
She shivered with glee. "This is so so so so NEAT!!!" She hugged me hard.
I felt her thighs straddle my waist.
"There you are," and I ran both hands all over her back ---
"Rub my bottom, rub my bottom. . ." she sang-chanted as it wiggled over
my bellybutton.
And I did indeed run my hands down again, taking a big, well -- complete
-- handful of Tara cheeks.
"Hmmmmm. . ." She snuggled into me, and I felt her pantybottom snuggle
into my hands.
Suddenly she was up again, looking down at me. "Wait!"
"What??"
"Ummm. . ." Now she was a little embarassed. "Nothing." And she dove down
again.
"Tara?" As I lightly stroked that soft little bottom.
"Hmm?"
"You know. . ."
Again she popped up. Decision. "Can I. . .get naked?" She grimaced and
dove back into my chest.
"Silly girl, of course you can. That's a very good idea."
Her head popped up. "Good!" She grinned, then jumped up to stand above
me. Off with the t-shirt, down with the panties, flip! to the wall, and.
. .DIVE back down. Mmmmmmmm, naked little Tara against me.
"Hmmmm," I mused aloud. "Should I take off MY clothes? I don't know. . ."
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"
"Think so?" She nodded vigorously. "Well then, I guess I will." I
shuffled out of my shirt. "Want to pull my underpants off?"
Big surprise grin. "Sure!" She squatted between my legs, her little flora
lips pouting out, and grabbed my pantywaist with both hands.
"You pull and I'll lift. Ready?"
"Ready!" she said.
"Okay, go ahead." And she peeled my panties down as I lifted my hips. She
stopped midway as she revealed my thick black bush.
"Woow," she breathed. She reached a hand and looked at me. I nodded, and
she just touched her curled palm to my pube mass. She grinned. "It's like
a sweater!"
I grinned too. "Yep, keep my little missy warm." She mock-pouted and
looked down at her own hairless self. "Oh stop, I think it's beautiful,
Tara." She blushed. "I love to be able to see all of you."
She pushed her bald pudendum out. "Ta-DAA!"
"Yaaay!" I said. "Are you gonna take off my panties or not?" She
scrambled to whisk them down and off. Threw them at her own.
"Now," opening my arms, "come here, honey." And she did, oh she did, my
little naked Tara, sliding her warm, naked body on mine, grinding her
slickness onto my belly, and nuzzling her face into my breasts.
"Mmmm, this is GREAT," she murmured.
"Mmm-hmmmm. . ." And this time I needed no coaxing, as my hand slid right
down her back to her circling tush. Circle, squeeze, spread. . .and on
the spreads, I'd touch and gentle my fingers along her anus. She'd
squeeeze my hand, and mewl with glee. Then the fingers separated, one
down, down her slick crack, to drizzle into her soft little pussy, to
feel her pinkness, her own hotwet hole. The other, wet, now circling her
tiny asshole, pressing gently, circling. And Tara grew and grew towards
exploding, towards her passion. She stared at her mother as her orgasm
neared, never taking her eyes from her.
"Ohh, Mommy. . .I'm. . .mmmmMMMMMmmm. . .oooh. . .I'm gonna explode, I
think. . .mmmmmmmm, Mommy! Mommy!!" And tears filled her eyes as she
began to pant, and moan, and squirm to orgasm.