Bad Mommy

by amy xxxxx

Rose.
29 y/o.
Mousey hair.
Grey-blue eyes.
5'4".
Prettty.
'B' cup.
Slim.
Bi.

My daughter Daisy has just turned twelve and is showing all the signs of a young woman about to burst out from within. She has just started to develope and just a week ago, I bought her her first training bra. It was quite amusing, actually, because, by chance, we bumped into Daisy's best freind Katherine and her mother Heather. They were there in BHS doing exactly the same thing. I said to Heather, whilst the kids chatted, how you don't think about other parents having to do the same things with their daughters? Heather laughed, agreed and noted that other than your own, you don't see other children beginning the change.

After what seemed like an eternity both girls decided upon the same style bra. 'Off you go,' Heather said, 'we'll be in in a mo.'

I realised Heather intended for the two of us to go into the cubicle the girls were in to check on the fitting. For some odd reason I felt a lump in my throat. Was I embarrassed to see my own daughter half naked? Possibly, she hides herself from me so much now.

After a few minutes listening to them giggling, Heather ushered me towards the cubicle. I turned the door knob and entered. I stopped dead in my tracks as the sight of both girls standing there with their new bras in their hands and their budding chests on show caught me on the hop. My jaw dropped, I gulped and starred from one set of immature breasts to the other. The girls quickly covered themselves up. Heather and I scolded them for taking so long and left them to it.

Outside, again, we waited. 'They are adorable at that age, arn't they?' Heather said matter of factly, 'I see your Daisy's little titties are slightly bigger than Kats.'

I nodded as I pictured their ripening assets in my mind. I could feel myself blushing and knew my old lesbian kink, I once had, was rearing ir's ugly head once more. But these were twelve year olds and one was my own. I shook myself and cleared my head, those kind of thoughts were for pedophiles, not for a good woman like myself.

The girls called us back in and we entered the tight cubicle. My eyes scanned both girls bras. The slight bumps making my pulse race. Heather adjusted Kat, Katherines bra and then Daisy's. Two things I noticed, one, how long she spent on Daisy's and two, as she adjusted the bra, I swear she cupped the tiny orb and gave it a gentle squeeze. Even Daisy gasped in that split second.

On the way home, in the car, Daisy turned to me. 'Mom,' she said, 'I think Kats mom touched my boob.'

I laughed, 'don't be silly,' I replied, 'she was only trying to help.'

That night I tossed and turned in bed. I could see the two girls standing there with their bare breasts exposed. Both of them at the age where they are extremely pretty. Daisy with her shoulder length mousey hair, like mine and Kat with her long, flowing blonde hair. Probably the one thing that stops you thinking they are twins. Both identical, in build, bar Daisy's slughtly puffier chest. Both less than five feet tall and slender with a certain swagger that is quite sugestive. I rolled onto my back picturing Heather's hand, not just lightly cupping my daughters boobs but now openly fondling them and squeezing her nipples until they were fullly erect. It was no good, I couldn't sleep with these things on my mind. I slipped my hand inside my panties to find myself soaked. I gasped and jolted as I found my sensitive clit and began to lightly circle it with my fingers.

This was Heathers fault and I knew it. I wished I'd been as bold, though, maybe I could have done the same thing with Katherine. I could see her standing in front of me facing away. I had my hands under her arm-pits feeling her soft, pliant little mounds and running my fingers across her rapidly stiffening nipples. I was nearing my peak as I unclasped her bra and turned her around. I fell to my knees and took her tiny teat between my lips and began to suckle. My hips rose and I was ready for my climax. Two of my fingers were now jabbing in and out of my sopping hole whilst my fingers on my other hand strummed my clit harder and faster.

I then heard Daisy, but in Kat's voice, 'mommy,' she said, 'Daisy's mom just sucked my boobs.'

The thought, the idea... Oh God it was too much.

I pictured her mum smiling and telling her not to worry.

I could see Kat in her little blue dress, her skinny legs and flat tummy. I raised her dress and buried my face into her little girls knickers.

'Mommy, she's licking my coochy now.'

And she was right. My hand had her knickers tugged one way and I drove my tongue into her hairless slit.

'She's only trying to help dear,' I heard Heather reply.

'Yes mommy, but I'm about to cum in her mouth.'

That did it. My body went stiff and my back arched. I felt a bead of sweat run down my forehead and my knee's began to shake. This was going to be a big wet orgasm and I knew it. Ordinarilly, I would prepare myself. Take my panties off and use a towel. But I wasn't in control here, Kat and her mother were. Kat then begins to cum and fills my mouth with her deliscious nector. The thought sends me into orbit and I finally orgasm in spurts. My knees clamp together as my cum saterates rhe gusset of my poor panties like a hose until I collapse in a heap. I quickly shed my undies, saving a wet bed and close my eyes.

I don't kmow what time it was but I awoke with Daisy climbing into my bed. 'Mommy, I'm cold.'

I pull her to me and hug her. She lies facing away from me and I can feel her bottom against my crotch, through our nighties. My heart rate increases as I remember my masturbation session involving her. She takes my hand and slips it around her and hugs it tight to her chest. I can feel her boob against the back of my hand and it makes me nervous. I lay there in fear and after quite a while I scense she is asleep.

'Daisy,' I call in a hushed whisper.

There is no reply, just the sound of her soft breathing. I try to stop myself but lust takes ovet and I slowly turn my hand until I am cupping her tiny bud. Ever so gently I circle her nipple with my finger through the thin nylon. I hear her mummble in her sleep and turn slightly onto her bsck. I raise up slightly and look through the gloom at my darling twelve year old daughter. My fingers unbutton her nighty down the front until het boobs are exposed. I don't want to go down this road but feel drawn to her erect nipples. Before I consider my actions properly I am suckling like a baby, from one teat to the other and back again.

Suddenly I feel her hand raise. I stop momentarilly, wondering what her reaction was going to be, catching her mum with her lips around her nipples. I am delighted to feel her hand on the back of my head stroking my hair.

'That's nice mommy,' she says and it's all the encouragement I require.

I scoot over her and lay between her legs, still sucking her tender teats. She coos as I kiss below her breasts and the her tummy. I'm a bad mother, I know but my daughters hands lightly push down on my shoulders giving me the OK.

'Mmmh! Mommy, that's feels really good,' she assures me as my mouth closes in on her kniclkers.

Heather has done this to me.

Bad mommy - bad Heather...

The end.