Hairdresser, Part 2 – Healing Kisses

by Anokil

I was glad that the relationship between my daughter and me came back to normal after I shaved her and especially after I fingered her. It wasn’t that I regretted that I had fingered her, but it still was a strange thought for me that I really had done it and that both of us obviously had enjoyed it.

Actually I sometimes had the feeling that I could smell her pussy or, when daydreaming, I could feel her soft wet pussy on my fingers. I liked it and I was sure that, under the right circumstances, I would do it again, and maybe do a bit more.

But she didn’t ask again to shave her. At least for a few weeks. I thought that maybe she would do it herself, but one day after about 5 weeks she asked again.

“Mom, could you do it again? Shaving I mean. Please.”

I felt my heart leap. I was waiting for her to ask that since the day I first shaved her. But I couldn’t let her see how much I wanted to lay my hands on her sweet pussy again.

“Oh, sweetie, I showed you how to do it, don’t I. You should do it yourself. OK?”

“Oh, mom, please just one more time. Just that I’m absolutely sure about what to do. Please.”

She didn’t have to persuade me more. “Ok, but I really think that you are old enough to do it on your own.”

I went to the bathroom and prepared everything like I did the last time.

“Ok Miss, you are next. Haven’t seen you for a while. So what kind of hairstyle do you want me to do this time? How about the Milano look I showed you last time?”

“No, sorry. I wanted you to shave me again, please.” She played her role.

“Oh, Ok. The sweet triangle again?”

“Er, I wondered if maybe you could… well I would like it completely bald… if possible?”

“Oh, no problem with that.” Wow completely bald. That would really look nice. And it will take a bit longer, so that I could see her sweet pussy for a bit longer.

“If you would like to undress, miss, and sit down on the bench please.”

I turned away from her, but this time I watched her through the mirror. She jumped out of her trousers and then peeled off her cute little panties, covered her little patch of hair with her hands and looked up.

“Mom! Were you watching me?” Ups, she caught me. But she grinned, so she wasn’t mad at me.

“Sorry… Er, would you sit down please?”

She sat down and spread her legs for me. She seemed completely relaxed now, like she couldn’t wait to start.

I took the scissor and snipped of her longer hair. Her pussy nearly looked like last time. Her hair had grown to this wild, but neat bush again. I wanted to chat again, but I couldn’t. I just had to look at her sweet pussy and tried to remember every single detail. And I tried to smell her without sniffing to obviously.

Ok, done with the longer hair. I brushed the last bits off with my hand and did it well, in order to feel her slit a bit more. Then I applied water on her stubbly hair and did this well too. After that came the foam. Mhh, I really applied it good, rubbed it in to make her stubbles soft and her sweet pussy got warmer and warmer, and I got more and more aroused. But she liked that too, didn’t complain a bit, didn’t say a word and seemed to push her hips a bit forward.

I started shaving then. First the hair above her slit, then the more delicate part: her lips. I pulled them to one side, and pulled more than I had to, and rubbed more than I had to and touched her clit from time to time – just ‘by accident’. She really liked that and got really wet.

Finished. I rinsed the foam of and wanted to do that well to, but after the foam was off I saw some stubble at the top of the area where her bush once was.

“Oh, there is a little bit left.” I took the shaver again and wanted to take these hairs off. I don’t know if it was my shaky hand or if she moved, but I cut her, just lightly, but I cut her.

“Ouch!” she jumped a bit.

“Sorry!” I didn’t think, but bend down and kissed the spot were I cut her. After I got up again I realised how near I was to her pussy.

Wow, that were just centimetres. But it was just a reflex. I always kissed her when she was injured somewhere. We called that our ‘Healing Kisses’ and she got these kisses since she was a little child. Every time she came home with bruised knees or other injuries, or when she fell, or someone hurt her somehow I gave her our ‘Healing Kisses’ to make her pain vanish. I hadn’t kissed her that way for a long time now, because a young lady like her won’t get hurt as much as a little girl but still it was a reflex… and it was a possibility… “Does it still hurt? Shall I give you some more Healing Kisses?” I asked innocently.

“Healing Kisses? Oh, yes, it still hurts a bit, maybe you should…”

But I already placed some more of my ‘Healing Kisses’ on the little cut, and a little bit lower.

“Still hurts…?” I asked and placed one more Healing Kiss down there.

She nodded. “Yes, a little bit,” she said, nearly breathed.

I placed one more Healing Kiss on her cut, the next one a bit lower, then just a millimetre above her slit.

“And now?” I breathed on her slit. An “Uhh” was her answer, and I placed my next Healing Kiss on the top of her slit. Then another one, and another one. I kissed her right lip, then the other one. And then I did it, I kissed her right on her cute, nice, beautiful, freshly shaven, soft, moist, fragrant little pussy.

“Better now?” I breathed on her pussy again. She couldn’t answer anymore. She just looked down on me with her eyes wide open and pure lust in her face.

I kissed her once more, but this time I opened my mouth a little bit and tasted her pussy with my tongue. Mmhhh, nice. I licked a bit more. “Healing Kisses, Healing Kisses” someone said in my head, “these are just Healing Kisses.” And my next Healing Kiss was a wet one. I licked from the bottom of her slit to the top of it, then closed my mouth on her clit and sucked it lightly. Oh, she tasted so good. The next Healing Kisses were as wet as the last one. I kissed sucked and nibbled on her lips, dug and ploughed through her slit with my tongue, slurped up her sweet juices, let my tongue dance on her little clit and inhaled her sweet odour. I couldn’t get enough of her, and still a voice in my head said “these are just Healing Kisses, these are just Healing Kisses.”

I don’t know how long I licked her but finally she put her hand on my head and said: “Mom, mom! I think I’m fine now. It doesn’t hurt anymore. These were really the best Healing Kisses you ever gave to me. Thank you!” she smiled at me, smiled as the sun, though she looked a bit exhausted.

I smiled back and tried to get to normal again. “Ok. Well, what do you think?” I gave her a mirror to look at her shaved and freshly licked pussy.

“It’s beautiful mom.” She really glowed now.

“You are beautiful, sweetie.” I still tried to get my breath back.

“Thanks mom.”…”Mom? I haven’t paid for your service yet.”

“Oh, err… how about a hug. Yes, shaving costs a hug.”

“Ok, here you have a big hug.” She gave me a really big hug.

“And here is your tip.” She smiled, gave me a small kiss on my cheek and then gave me the biggest hug ever.