| A Child's Fears Rachel's Fantasy. Not growing up with my biological mother living with us, this is really fantasy. But not about her. I used my own and my step-mom's names. The description of her though is not completely accurate as the real Barbara is, like me, blonde. The fear of that kind of storm is all too true about me. I am terrified when we get any lightning or thunderstorms. I may even be astrapophobic. I don't know. Anyway, here is my first fiction attempt. I hope it's okay. Once again I am not positive about the story codes. I put in whatever I thought it might be for different people, but I might be wrong and I apoligse about that. RACHEL'S ROOM... It was a dark and stormy night. The rain was coming down in droves, sheets, solid walls of it. The streets were overflowing into small un-driveable rivers. All the normal quiet sounds heard in the house at night were drowned out by the hammering of the rain. Rachel was under her blankets. The storm had stalled in this area and that was not helping her nerves. The lightning constantly startling her, the tremendous booms and cracks of kettle-drum low notes only adding to her torment. Being 10 years old, while fun and having few "grownup" responsibilities, still had it's flaws. She wanted to go pee so so SO bad, and was squeezing so hard not to release it in her bed, but it was too frightening to leave her sanctuary she had created. Nature was too insistent and she ran for the bathroom, just making it in time as her bladder relaxed and filled the bowl with the yellow fluid, her nose filling with the strong odor. Finally, wiping and flushing, washing up and turning off the light, she walked out into the hall. A horrific BOOM. The house's lighting rod had just payed for itself. Shrieking in terror, Rachel ran full tilt into her mom's room and dived under the blankets, waking her mother up. Crying and shaking and shivering, she snuggled up into her mom's arms. finding warm maternal comfort, her face buried in her mother's cleavage, and slowly calmed down. *************************************** BARBARA'S ROOM... The storm was noticed by Barbara, but she was used to such things and would drift off to sleep again, pleasantly warm wrapped in her top sheet and comforter. The room was fairly large, being the "Master" bedroom, although Barbara thought of it as the "Mistress" bedroom. The walls were painted in a soft pastel green, the curtains and appointments color co-ordinated to it. The bed itself was an "Olympic Queen", about six inches wider than the "normal" queen sized mattress. So when immediately after the bolt of heavenly electricity hit the lightning rod, a faster-than-a-speeding-bullet bundle of terrified 10-year little girl flying into Barbara's bed, wasn't too surprising. Being on her own, Barbara had no need to wear any nightclothes if she so desired. Rachel had adopted mom's mode of sleep-wear for that past few years. Tonight, as most times,Barbara was in all her own nudity, her mature body radiating health. She was in her mid-30's now and still received a lot of looks from men and at times women on the streets. If anything, she found that the latter interested her more these days. She knew her daughter's fear of these kind of storms and pulling Rachel under the cover,s she enveloped the poor child in her body and arms. The comfort of a loving bodily contact and soft whispering words soon soothed Rachel. She started falling asleep as her lips found a soft nipple and out of reflex she latched and started suckling. Much as this gave Barbara pleasure, it also would wake up her libido. This wasn't the time to indulge herself however, and after a bit, she too fell into the arms of Somnus. (Ask me why not "Morpheus" if you want to.) THE NEXT MORNING... The sky was still overcast and the rain was not as heavy. It was a lazy Sunday morning. Carefully, not to waken her little sleeping child, Barbara took a long deep stretch, her leg, tummy, chest, and arm muscles straining. Back arching a moment, her velvety-soft skinned breasts stood up two peaks over-towering a deep valley. Her nipples now bared, felt the cooler air in the room touching them, and she watched them harden and darken some. She relaxed again and rolled to one side, up on her elbow, watching her daughter peacefully sleeping. Rachel's long fine honey-blonde hair half covered her face, hiding her perfect eyelashes that so many women would love to attain. Her lips were occasionally making the same sucking motions that babies can be seen doing. Barbara leaned over, her own thick auburn hair falling over the rest of Rachel's face, her breasts pressing against the child, giving her daughter a soft kiss on the side of her exposed neck. *************************************** RACHEL... Feeling her mom's warmth, the pressure of being leaned on a little bit, the soft kiss on her pulse point, woke Rachel into a half-sleepy world. She took her time opening her eyes to look up into her mom's eyes, hazel eyes for both of them. A happy little smile, sitting up some, giving her mom a good-morning kiss. Not knowing about society's taboos yet in her short little life, Rachel held the kiss on her mom's lips only "'cause it feels so nice." On an impish impulse, she nipped her mother's lower lip causing her mom to startle and pull away. Looking into her sweet mother's eyes from inches away, Rachel saw the smile and heard the little laugh before her mother returned the kiss. She felt her mother sucking on her own lower lip and sighed. The feeling was so loving that her heart turned to mush for her mom. Yet...there was that weird feeling in her lower tummy. Almost like when she was way way WAY nervous about doing something. Her mother would call that "butterflies." Pushing her tongue tip against her mother's lips, she tried to push her mom away but it slid inside her mother's mouth and felt so neat. Scrunching up to her mom, body to body, she quietly lay in her arms, enjoying the kiss no end and slowly calming down. *************************************** IN BARBARA'S WORDS... "I can't really say why, but the sight of Rachel laying beside me, her little girl snores, her face so peaceful and angelic, I just had to kiss her. Even when she awoke and bit my lip, it only increased whatever I was feeling. It can't be lust. Not for a 10-year old girl. Not for my own daughter. Can it? "I let my own feeling take me over as I returned her bite, feeling that soft little lower pouty lip, sucking it like a precious flower petal. Maybe it IS lust. I do recognize the feelings I am getting, the physical ones I mean. "I touched one nipple, my own I mean, finding it so sensitive. I wish my baby was still at that age that she was actively suckling. They seem to need that attention. Pinching, harder and harder, only increased its aching need. "WIthout any conscious thought, I gently turned Rachel's face toward my bosom, offering myself to my child, selfishly wanting her to give me some relief." *************************************** IN RACHEL'S MIND... So comfy, so safe, so loved. Soft booby pressing against me. Mommy rubbing my lips with her nipply. Wanting to put it in my mouth like last night. But will I go to sleep again? Will mommy be mad at me? I look up at her face but she is just holding me, smiling so nice. I love mommy a ton. Feeling it between my lips. Kindof like a rubber eraser but not like it at all. I look up at her again and go "Goo goo" and pretend I'm a little baby and I put my mouth around it and drink make-believe milk from my mommy. It's so neat in my mouth. My tongue is tickling it and it's all wet now and oh so lovely a feeling. I hope she doesn't want to get up soon though my tummy feels growly and hungry. *************************************** IN BARBARA'S WORDS... "I give up and give in. No thinking processes are working right now. Only the physical feelings and the actions are on auto-pilot I suppose. I hold my baby girl close to my breast, one hand sliding down my stomach, around my hip and down the outside of my thigh. I move it up very very slowly, having slid it around to the inside. Only the tips of my fingernails on my soft skin, my hand moves further up, to press my whole hand against me, feeling my warmth and moistness. Oh why am I not alone in my room? I want any one of my vibrators inside me so much right now. "Instead, I gently pull Rachel away from my nipple and ease her back to lie against my pillows, her bum-length hair spread out like angel wings. "Moving myself against the side of her, tucking my hair back behind my ears, I lean over and in turn suckle my 10-year-old's own nipples. The slight puffiness behind them, her breasts just barely waking up to what they one day will be, I lick and suck, nibble and pull, giving each one equal time and attention." "I anxiously gaze in her eyes, hoping against all hope that I am not discomforting her. But what I see is her so trusting look, her little smile, and her unconscious biting of her lower lip. My Rachel is finding this pleasant." *************************************** IN BARBARA;S ROOM.. *RING RING".."RING-RING".."RING-RI"...Barbara rolls over and answers the telephone. It's is one of Rachel's friends, wanting to know if Rachel wants to go to the mall with her friend's mom and her. Rachel looks over at her mom, not wanting to leave but still it's her friend and they are best friends. Barbara, smiling as she so often is doing when watching or looking at her precious offspring, gives her approval and gets up to slip on a robe and start breakfast. Maybe with Rachel out, there can be some quiet-time for herself and her toys. ::sigh:: FIN |