| Role Reversal, Chapter Two FAST FORWAED TO THE SPRING OF 2004 I am now 44 years old and have been a widow for nearly two years. My husband died of a massive heart attack when he was 50 and I was 42. My sadness was alleviated somewhat by the fact he left me very well off financially. His life insurance plus the sale of our upscale home allowed me to purchase a comfortable condo in a good residential area of the city and still have sufficient income to not have to work. I became involved with the church and while involved in some volunteer work met an attractive divorcee named Belinda who lived less than a block from my condo. Belinda had a 10-year-old daughter named Cindy toward whom I was immediately attracted. After holding my desires in check for more than two decades my pedo feelings once again rose to the surface. Cindy was in the 5th grade at a nearby Catholic girls' school. She was quite physically mature for her age with little titties about the size of walnuts and a sweet little rounded bum. Whenever she, her mommy and I were together I had difficulty not staring at her. I began to fantasize about how she would look just in her little panties and I never missed those rare occasions when I could sneak a look up her skirt. I knew inherently that these thoughts could eventually create serious problems for me so it was with great difficulty that I kept myself in check. As time went on my lust for Cindy continued to grow. I began to suspect that despite her tender years, she was becoming aware that my interest in her was more than Platonic. We began spending lengthy periods just looking into each other's eyes. I sensed a feeling of longing in her eyes. It made me think that she was trying to tell me something but was afraid to verbalize her thoughts. Or maybe she was wanting to ask me something secret and intimate and was hoping I would "break the ice". This situation arose several times when I was visiting at her house and her mommy was momentarily out of the room. I was near my wit's end wondering whether I should say or do something that would clear the air. About two months after I met her, I was surprised when someone knocked on my door at about 3:30 on a Friday afternoon. I opened the door and was surprised to see Cindy standing there in her cute little school uniform and holding a large manila envelope. I immediately sensed that she was distraught and near tears. I invited her in, locked the door and said, "You look unhappy sweetheart, what is the trouble?" She answered me saying, "The problem is in this envelope" and handed it to me. I extracted the contents and quickly recognized it as her Report Card. I quickly scanned the report and thought her grades, although not outstanding, were not all that bad and told her I didn't think she should be as upset as she obviously was. She went on to explain that her mother had very high expectations and that anything less than a "B" was unsatisfactory and worthy of punishment. She feared the worst when her mom got home from work around 5:00p.m. I felt she needed a little tender loving care and motioned for her to come and sit beside me on the sofa. She immediately came and sat next to me and cuddled up close to me. I instinctively put my arm around her shoulder as her head came to rest against one of my breasts. I began to feel horny and wondered if this was the right time to make a couple of subtle moves to see how she would react. Then fear took over. What if I was misinterpreting what I thought was a look of longing in those soft brown eyes. What if I made a move and she rejected me. Worse still, what if she told her mother? What if her mother notified the police that I was a child molester? I just could not take the risk. We just remained cuddling for what must have been five minutes without either of us saying a word. I was about to disengage myself from Cindy and offer her a cold drink when I felt a soft hand come to rest on my bare knee. The contact created a pleasant sensation but at first I did not attach any sexual significance to it. I just remained motionless. A short time later, however, the little hand began creeping up my leg. Could this be my imagination or was I being seduced by a 10 year old? Maybe I was dreaming. Maybe I had died and gone to pedo heaven. I still resisted the desire to make an overt move. I decided to give Cindy some encouragement by opening my legs slightly. She must have been aware of my move because her hand moved slowly upward until it was half way up my thigh. I gave her further encouragement by pulling her little body closer to mine. Now there was no doubt as to what was happening. What I had been hoping to do to Cindy, she was doing to me. This was truly a reversal of roles. It was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me. I was tempted to take control now that I knew the the gate was open for me. But the thought of playing the role of someone being seduced by a 10-year-old lolita was even more appealing. I decided, therefore, to remain passive and enjoy this incredibly arousing scene. I leaned forward slightly and kissed the top of her head as her hand continued its excruciatingly slow path toward my panty crotch. Cindy looked up at me with a slight smile and said, "That feels nice, doesn't it Barb?" It now became clear to me that Cindy was no innocent child. Obviously she had done this before and was attempting to play the role of some adult who had played the role of seductress with her. I said, "Yes darling it feels wonderful." "I can stop if you want me to," she said. "No, don't stop Cindy," I replied. Then she said, "This has to be our special secret and you have to promise you will never tell anyone about what we are doing." I assured her I would not tell a soul as her fingertips came within about an inch of my panties. Luckily I was wearing a loose fitting skirt which allowed me to spread my legs even wider for her. "You like doing this don't you Barb," she said as her middle finger came to rest on my panty crotch. "Oh God Cindy, yes, I love doing it. I have been hoping for weeks that you would do this to me," "Your panties are dripping wet," she whispered. "You have made them wet. My cunt is flowing," I said. "I think you would like to be my slut, wouldn't you Barb?" she said. There was no doubt she was mouthing the same words some adult had spoken to her. Playing this scene was so incredibly arousing that I actually had a mini orgasm as she moved her finger up and down my gooey panties. "It's time to go to the bedroom," she said and stood up in front of me. She held out her hand for me, and I meekly took hold of it. We began the short walk to my bedroom. I loved what was happening and was anxious to see what Cindy had in mind next for her new slut. I knew I would gladly do anything for my new little Mistress. End of Chapter Two. I hope you liked it and will be back for The final chapter of Role Revesal.
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