Janet Bell on the Road to..., Part 4

by Alice Gee

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Janet's afternoon of pleasure with her friend's daughter Melanie had been cut short by the early return of her husband and children and Melanie's mother and father from their planned fishing trip. She had no idea what had caused them to return early but knew it had to be something fairly serious to make the men especially forego their fishing trip.

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Janet hurriedly showered and dressed and rushed downstairs. She found everybody milling around at the bottom of the stairs. She took in the fact that her daughter looked very pale and woebegone.

"What happened? Why are you home so early and what is wrong with Nancy?" Janet demanded of her husband while moving towards her daughter.

"It happened almost as soon as we cast off from the quayside. Nancy became ill, she was throwing up. She has never been sea-sick before so it is unlikely that that was cause. It must have been that hotdog she had at the truck stop on the highway. I...erm...we decided to abandon the trip because Nancy was in some distress. We thought it best to get her home."

Janet moved to her daughter's side and put her arm around her shoulders. "You poor darling. How are you feeling now? Does your tummy hurt?"

"Yes, Mom. It still hurts now and again but I have not thrown up since we left the boat." Nancy replied with small tears in the corners of her eyes.

"All right, let's get you upstairs. I think you should lie down for a while. If you can sleep that will be all the better."

Janet draped her arm across her daughter's shoulders and steered her towards and up the stairs.

As she was leaving she turned towards Ladda and said, "Melanie is upstairs showering. We have been in the pool most of the day. I'm sure she will be down soon."

"That's OK. I will go and make sure that she is alright. You look after Nancy and don't worry about the rest of us. We can all take care of ourselves."

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Janet led the way into her daughter's bedroom, she turned to her daughter saying, "Nancy honey, I want you to get undressed and come into the bathroom. I will give you a sponge bath and then you will get into bed and try to rest."

Nancy nodded her head and began to peel off her tee shirt.

Janet continued on into the bathroom, she filled the washbasin with hot water and then selected a sponge from the shower stall. She turned back towards the door and her heart skipped a beat. Nancy stood at the entrance to the bathroom naked as the day she was born.

Janet could not remember when she had last seen her daughter completely naked. Nancy was now of an age where she could bathe and dress herself and before this day Janet would have not thought twice if she had seen her daughter's bare body. But Janet's attitude towards young girls had experienced something of a sea change since her afternoon bedroom antics with young Melanie's compliant young body.

Janet stared in open mouthed wonder at the awesome sight before her.

Nancy stood forlornly in the doorway, her eyes cast down in her own private misery. As her eyes were looking at the floor she could not see her mother's speculative eyes moving over her young, naked body.

As Janet's eyes drank in the vision of beauty before her, the older woman's mind began to compare the body of her daughter to the young body that had so recently lain in her arms.

Though Nancy was two years older and by virtue of her age the taller of the two, she still retained the body of a young girl and there were many similarities between the two: lean legs, slim boyish hips, a flat smooth chest and a small perfectly rounded bottom.

There were differences also and as Janet's eyes moved appreciatively across her daughter's naked torso she made note of them.

The most obvious was their coloring, whereas Melanie had the caramel colored skin of her Thai ancestry, Nancy had the fair, lightly tanned skin that denoted a north European background. Melanie's hair was long, straight and black while Nancy's was long, wavy and blond. Melanie's almond shaped eyes were dark almost black where Nancy had the same blue eyes as her mother.

Another, difference Janet noted as she cast her appreciative eye over her daughter's slim smooth body was in the shape and size of each girl's pudendum.

Janet's memory of Melanie's nether regions was dominated by her impression of the girl's mons pubis. Janet recalled that the mons was very prominent and the vulva was clearly distinctive as well. The pouty outer labia and the remarkable cleft bisecting them seemed out of proportion to the small frame surrounding them.

Nancy's mons was itself well pronounced but nothing to compare to the younger girl's. Her vulva on the other hand was a sight to rival the Melanie's. To Janet's hungry eye both were visions of loveliness. The pouty lips, the well defined cleft bisecting the vulva, the perfect symmetry of the whole pudendum made Janet's mouth drool in anticipation.

Whatever the similarities and despite the differences both girls had one over-riding thing in common. They both looked totally and completely delicious to Janet's eyes, eyes that had so recently been opened to the joys and pleasures to be found in the arms of a young girl.

A strong feeling of desire came over Janet as her eyes roamed across Nancy's naked form. This feeling of desire pushed Janet's maternal instincts into the background and replaced it with an urge to touch and stroke her daughter's body.

Deep down Janet knew that these feelings were wrong and most certainly not the way a mother should feel towards a daughter but the afternoon's kisses and caress' that she had experienced in Melanie's arms had changed Janet's outlook on young girls forever.

Acting on impulse Janet put down the sponge and picked up a face towel. Dipping the towel into the warn water in the hand basin she called her daughter over to receive a hand wash.

Nancy shuffled unhappily across the bathroom floor her face pale. The vomiting she had experienced earlier had drained her strength and she felt tired and weak. She stopped in front of her mother, in her own mind she felt and looked a picture of misery.

Janet gazed at her daughter's perfect form as the young girl stood before her. She placed an arm around Nancy's shoulder and pulled the girl closer. Janet then proceeded to wash Nancy's face and neck. After rinsing out the towel she then moved to her daughter's slim, lightly tanned arms and hands. The wet towel then moved across the girl's shoulders and down her back.

Janet stopped short of the enticing little hillocks that were the perfectly formed globes of Nancy's ass cheeks. Janet was teasing herself by leaving those rounded orbs until the end of her daughter's ablutions.

Janet placed the towel into the water again and after squeezing off the excess moisture moved the freshly wetted towel to her daughter's immature chest.

As Janet moved the wet towel across Nancy's chest she felt a strong urge to lean forward and place her lips over her daughter's areolas and try to arouse the girl's nascent nipples with her teeth and tongue. She resisted the impulse for the moment but knew that very soon the desire to make love to this sweet flawless body would soon become overwhelming.

Janet knew that in two years, three at the most, Nancy's flat immature chest would begin to develop breasts. She hoped that day would be a long time in coming. Janet now fully appreciated the aesthetic qualities of a young girl's undeveloped chest. Breasts, especially young breasts were beautiful things and quite desirable but in Janet's mind, so recently converted the beauty a young girl, they could not compare to the chest of a pre-pubescent girl.

Furthermore, along with breast development came pubic hair and that was an anathema to Janet. The bald pussy of a girl child was the most glorious sight on this earth, baring none.

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She had always hated her own pubic hair and had shaved her pussy ever since she had found out that there were implements to do so. When she first started going out with Ronnie he had been appalled when he saw her shaved pussy and had told her in no uncertain terms that he wanted her to grow it back. He said he wanted sex with a woman not a child.

So Janet had conceded the argument and allowed the hair to grow back, though she did keep it closely trimmed for bikini wear.

The row re-erupted around 5 years ago when Janet discovered waxing. She had been prepared to lose the argument on shaving as it was messy, awkward and not very satisfactory. But when she found out about the benefits of waxing and that it was good for at least three weeks, Janet wanted to do it.

Janet and Ronnie finally compromised on the 1" landing strip. Ronnie was not altogether happy about the outcome but he had to agree that when he looked at her he saw a woman with pussy hair. Not a lot of it but there was some there.

In truth Janet's pubic hairs were so light and fine that a person would need to be up close to see it, something Ronnie with his aversion to cunnilingus, was unlikely to do. So in reality, Janet's 1" landing strip was merely symbolic. Ronnie occasionally (during foreplay) touched it but he rarely actually saw it.

The waxing was, and still is, painful – Janet had actually cried on her first waxing session – but the results had been worth all of the pain and the humiliation of showing her bare box to a complete stranger. Janet had never looked back and she just loved the clean, fresh feeling a newly waxed pussy gave her.

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Janet swept the damp towel across the slight girlish swell of Nancy's smooth-skinned tummy; in the process she allowed her cloth covered finger to briefly insert itself into the slight indentation of Nancy's navel.

Janet then proceeded to the girl's lean legs, running the wet towel up and down each leg in turn. She tarried at the girl's feet, lifting each slim foot to clean the soft, white underside and also to push her finger between every one of the girl's small delicate toes so that the feet were completely clean.

Janet then discarded the soiled cloth and reached for a fresh clean towel to complete the girl's body wash. Upon wetting the cloth and squeezing out the excess moisture she moved her hands on to the faultless perfection of Nancy's smooth rounded buttocks.

Janet almost swooned with delight as she ran the cloth across her daughter's flawless rump. The hand towel denied Janet the full pleasure of the young smooth flesh but she promised herself that once the bathing was finished it would be her bare hand that would be in contact with the irresistible prize.

The towel roamed freely over Nancy's pure young globes and as they did Janet could not resist giving each smooth cheek a little squeeze. Then pulling three fingers and her thumb back to form a fist Janet's forefinger remained poking out under the cloth.

This lone finger began to trace its way between Nancy's cheeks and into the cleft dividing them.

Janet closed her eyes to picture the finger as it pushed its way between her daughter's twin orbs of flesh and ran along the crack of her ass. She felt a small tremor run through Nancy's body as the finger passed over the ridges of the girl's anus.

Janet welcomed that little tremor as it indicated her daughter's sensitivity around that area of her bottom. This promised much mutual pleasure to be enjoyed in the future.

Satisfied that the girl's ass crack was now quite clean Janet discarded the cloth and reached for a fresh towel. She soaked the cloth before placing her hand over her daughter's crotch.

"Open up your legs a little, darling. I need to make sure that you are clean all over."

Nancy placed a hand on Janet's shoulder for support and then obediently moved her legs apart.

With her heart racing Janet eagerly moved her hand between the girl's parted thighs. She ran the cloth over her daughter's lean lightly tanned flesh and shivered with delightful anticipation as the back of her hand brushed against the young girl's hairless pussy.

Switching the damp cloth to her other hand Janet briskly wiped the towel across her daughter's other thigh. As she did so she made sure that the back of her hand and fingers touched the child's naked vulva on each sweep of her hand between the girl's legs.

Rinsing the cloth one last time Janet prepared to carry out the final act of the girl's body wash. Placing the towel in the palm of her hand she moved the hand to enfold Nancy's pudendum. Janet was almost faint with desire as her hand closed around the girl's pussy lips. Moving the cloth back and forth and using her forefinger as the primary mode of cleaning. Janet's finger moved along the junction between her daughter's immature vulva and the tops of her thighs. She then ran the finger the full length of the girl's vaginal lips.

Janet could stand it no longer. She decided to stop the pretence and feel her daughter's flesh directly with no cloth barriers. She rolled the cloth into a ball and tossed it to the floor. As her hand moved back to the enticing treasure between the girl's legs Nancy suddenly gave out a loud groan and bent over clutching her stomach.

Lustful thoughts about deviant sex were quickly banished from Janet's mind as her maternal instincts rose to the fore.

"Are you OK, baby? Is everything alright?" Janet asked her daughter, concern etched on her face.

"It hurts Mom. My tummy really hurts."

"Do you want to go to the toilet? Do you feel like your going to be sick?"

"No, it is just a big pain in my tummy." Nancy turned towards her mother with tears forming in her eyes.

"There, there, it's going to be OK, baby. Let's get you into bed and then you can try to sleep. You have eaten something that disagreed with you but you have probably vomited it back up but your stomach is still not quite right. It will be fine by the morning, I'm sure." As she said this Janet enveloped Nancy in her arms and gave her a big hug. This hug was free of all lascivious thoughts and actions; this was the hug of a concerned mother for her sick daughter.

Janet took hold of a large, fluffy towel and proceeded to pat down Nancy's damp body. When she was satisfied that her daughter was completely dry she steered the girl back into the bedroom and towards the bed.

Janet pulled a nightdress from the closet and slipped it over Nancy's head. "We won't worry about underwear for now. You just get into bed and try to sleep," Janet said while cupping Nancy's chin with her hand.

Nancy climbed into the bed and pulled the sheets up to her chin. Her mother leaned over and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

"Now, close your eyes and try to sleep. I will come back later to see how you are. If the pain gets too much I want you to come and get me."

Nancy's pale face looked up at her mother her eyes brimming with tears. She gave her mother a brave smile and said. "Thank Mom, thank you for taking care of me, I love you Mom."

"And I love you, now close your eyes."

Nancy obediently closed her eyes and Janet leaned over and gave her a final kiss before leaving the room.

Janet stopped at the doorway and looked back at her daughter. Troubled thoughts ran through her head. 'My God, what was I thinking of. That is my own daughter. It is bad enough seducing someone else's daughter but my own. Oh God, I am doomed.'

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Janet quietly closed the bedroom door and as she turned she saw Ladda waiting for her at the top of the stairs. The two contrasting women descended the stairs together.

"How is Nancy," Ladda asked concern in her voice.

"She is still in some pain. I hope that she will be able to get some sleep. I am sure that it is something that she ate and that time will be the best healer."

"I'm sure you're right. Best to leave her to get some rest. By the way, Melanie was absolutely tired out. She was totally exhausted and was beginning to nod off in the yard. I have just put her to bed. She must have been asleep before her head hit the pillow. Whatever did you get up to today? She is usually fighting to stay awake, especially when we are visiting friends."

Janet turned away quickly and hoped that Ladda did not notice the red flush that suffused her face. She stammered out, "Melanie is probably tired from the swimming. We spent a long time in the pool today."

Ladda noticed Janet's flustered appearance and smiled. She admired her good friend and she knew that Melanie would come to no harm alone with the older woman. She knew very well what had transpired in the house today as her daughter had already told her before she fell asleep. There were no secrets between Ladda and her daughter.

"Yes, that is probably the reason. I am going out to join the boys. Are you coming?" Ladda asked the smile still in place.

Her face still averted Janet replied. "No, you go on ahead. I have something to do in the kitchen. I will be out shortly."

"OK, see you soon."

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The rest of the evening proved to be uneventful. Janet chatted in the yard with Nop, Ladda and Ronnie. Ron Junior wandered off to his room to use his computer and chat with his friends.

By 10 o'clock Janet was tired out and decided to go to bed. She bade goodnight to all and told them that she would see them in the morning. The Thai family were returning home the following day so Janet wanted to make sure that she was up in time to make them breakfast.

Before retiring Janet decided to take the opportunity to look in on Nancy.

She went upstairs and cautiously opened the door. Nancy, who was turned away from the door, appeared to be asleep. The bed sheets had been thrown back and lay crumpled around Nancy's legs. Her nightdress had bunched up around her waist leaving her backside bare to Janet's hungry eyes.

Janet cautiously approached the bed, still unsure if Nancy was sleeping. When she reached the bed and peered down at her daughter she could see that she was fast asleep. Janet turned her attention to the glorious sight of Nancy's bare little bottom.

Nancy reached out her hand and slowly caressed a smooth, rounded buttock. She sighed wistfully as she imaged herself kissing and licking those pale, creamy orbs of flesh.

Janet removed her hand and gently pulled the nightdress back down and so covered Nancy's naked ass and thighs. Then with a firm resolve she pulled the bed sheets back over the sleeping girl.

Whispering a silent, "never again." Janet turned and left the room.

Janet vowed there and then not to allow herself any further attempts at seducing her daughter. She was determined that she would try to banish all these wicked, depraved thoughts from her mind. 'It is not natural. Mothers should not be trying to have sex with their daughters. This has to end right now and that goes for Melanie as well, though that is going to be a bit more difficult. Difficult or no, I have to try.'

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After a shower Janet donned her pajamas and slipped into bed. Her mind immediately went over the incredible events of the day, from the successful seduction of Melanie to the near seduction of her daughter.

What had taken place today was so remarkable that her mind had difficulty comprehending it. She had made love to her friend's 7-year-old daughter and even more incredibly had been very close to seducing her own daughter. These were happenings that would have been unbelievable before today.

Unthinkingly Janet's hand had slipped inside her pajama bottoms and were slowly stroking along the length of her sodden cunt. She only realized what she was doing when her finger began to rub her sensitive clitoris.

Janet withdrew her hand in disgust.

'My God, I am still turned on by what happened. How am I going to resist those little beauties if I cannot prevent myself from playing with my own clit?' These troubled thoughts tumbled through Janet's mind as she tried to sleep.

As she closed her eyes she pictured again the road leading to the opened gates. The gates stood further open now but she was still unable to discern any shape or form between the opened doors. There appeared to be an impenetrable fog on the other side of the gates.

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To be continued.