Debbie and Heather, Part III

by Debby

I woke up with a smile on my face. A sleepy dreamy satisfied smile. For a split second I could scarcely what had happened. I had just enjoyed, enjoyed!, a gorgeous little creature named Heather.

The room was filled with the scent of sex. It was a pleasing smell. I could almost still taste Heather on my tongue. I could see her wide eyes as I touched her unbelievable young breasts.

In a matter of moments from waking up, I was already wet and lightly touching myself thinking of last night. Building slowly, my orgasm gained momentum as I remembered the feel of her hair as it fell on my skin. I shuddered as I could envision her pert lips the moment before they pressed into mine. My God! This girl could make me cum without even being in the same room! My legs shuddered as I enjoyed a nice wake-up orgasm.

Now what? I asked myself. I didn’t want to overthink it, but I didn’t want to be totally naïve about what happened. Firstly, how experienced, really, was Heather? Clearly she and Rachel, my daughter, were having sex. It seemed that Heather, for being 12, was quite well versed in pleasing another woman. Surely she wasn’t perfect, but she certainly knew what she was doing.

Secondly, how sure was I that she would keep our secret. . .secret? If so, this could get very interesting. If not, problems.

Thirdly, was she serious about sharing herself with me AND Rachel? My own Rachel. My daughter, who until now, I hadn’t even thought of in anything other than a traditional way. Exactly what had Heather meant? As I wondered about this I had flashing images in my mind of Rachel bent over and Heather licking her from behind. I felt the flutter inside me as my minds’ eye focused on Rachel’s thin shapely legs and her upturned tight little ass.

As I readied myself for this Saturday morning, I could hear the girls in the living room, watching TV and giggling as usual. I put my think pink robe on over a nightshirt and panties, checked myself in the mirror and went out to perform my normal breakfast making duties for the girls.

I was met with giggling from Rachel and Heather, as they were both wedged into the leather sofa watching TV. Both of them had on wool pajama bottoms, pink and yellow for Rachel, light blue with tiny red dots for Heather. Rachel wore a large concert t-shirt I got for her last time I saw Dave Matthews. As for Heather. . .she wore a plain white tanktop that was just tight enough to cling to her stomach, waist, and was see through enough for me to make out the outlines of her areolas if I stared, which I was.

“What Mom?” Rachel asked.

“Ummm, what? Do you two want some breakfast?” I stammered as I tried to act nonchalant.

I looked from Rachel to Heather and back again waiting for an answer. So far Heather had not made any visual indication of what happened last night. I guessed that was a good sign.

“Pancakes!” spouted Rachel.

“Eggs,” countered Heather.

“And orange juice. OK Mom?”

“Sure thing honey.”

Whew. Rachel didn’t seem to know anything about last night and Heather certainly was playing it cool enough that for a brief moment I wondered if it even happened. Of course it did! I smiled to myself.

While I had some eggs in the pan I heard the padding of young feet behind me.

“What can I get you honey?” I turned to see Heather with a coy, sexy, smile on her face. She walked right up to me, looked toward the living room and whispered to me “You made me cum so hard last night.” She closed her eyes quickly and feigned a swoon. I could feel her warm breath on my neck as she leaned into me.

I stood speechless as her body touched mine. She leaned forward, kissing me softly, sweetly, on the lips. I kissed her back and we shared a brief moment of bliss. Our breath intertwining for just a split second. My heart jumped, with tiny electric shocks flying to and from my pussy. My nipples were so hard I thought she might even feel them through my thick robe.

“Honey,” I whispered back, “We have to be careful. OK?”

Heather cocked her head to the side, smiled with her eyes. “I just had to kiss you again.” And with a light squeeze of my arm she padded back to the living room, bouncing with a boundless energy of her age. My entire body ached for her.

I served breakfast quickly, excusing myself to clean up a few things in my room so that I wouldn’t be a tempting target for any of Heather’s flirtatious glances and touches. After half an hour I came back to clean up and once again found Rachel and Heather cemented together in the leather chair. There was the requisite giggling and whispering and more giggling.

I did the dishes and once again heard the sound of young feet approaching me from behind. My heart jumped and twirled before I heard “Mom, are you going to be home all day today, or do you have . . . anything to do?”

I smiled to myself, thinking that she wanted me out of the house so she and Heather could be alone.

“Well honey,” I lied, “I have a few things I need to go out and get. I was going to go in a few minutes. Is there anything you need?” “No, no. I was just wondering.”

I finished up the dishes and listened to the girls talking silently and giggling in the living room as Rachel told Heather I was going to leave. The girls, talking loudly and excitedly as 12 year olds are wont to do, they bounded down the hallway and into Rachel’s room.

I put on a comfy sun dress of light purples, gathered my purse and mentally pictured a repeat of what I saw with Rachel and Heather the yesterday.

“OK girls, I’ll see you in about an hour.” I called down the hallway, giving them enough time to have fun.

“OK Mom,” came the reply from both the girls, in unison.

Halfway down the block I remembered that I didn’t have my checkbook. I had to backtrack, which was pretty annoying and took me nearly 10 minutes because of some construction and parked back in front of the house, so I could get back on the road quicker.

As I came in the door I was greeted with the sight of Heather, in just her pajama bottoms and socks, walking from the kitchen with a tootsie pop in her mouth. I froze with my hand on the doorknob and she stood frozen in mid-step, her perfect body in profile.

Her eyes were initially wide in surprise, but after a second she smiled slightly and turned toward me, giving me a long look at her absurdly perfect breasts. Breasts that my mouth and tongue had caressed the night before. Breasts that even now featured hardening nipples atop her large puffy areolas.

I began to speak, with no idea what I was going to say. But Heather moved quickly, placing her finger to her lovely full lips and with a low “shhhhhh” she took my hand.

Taking the tootsie pop from her mouth she whispered, “come with me, I have something to show you.” I could smell the cherry on her soft breath as she gave me a peck on my still stunned lips, taking my hand and leading me quietly down the hallway.

As we got to Rachel’s door she turned to me, smiling a big smile and raising her eyebrows in delight. I followed her without thinking and was nearly shaking with uncertainty as Heather opened the door.

And inside the room. In front of the bed stood Rachel, naked, with one of my sleep masks on. Her hair was pulled into a small ponytail behind her head and she seemed to have on lip gloss. I could see it shimmer in the light. Her arms were by her side and she moved her legs slightly, shifting her weight back and forth slowly in a nervous manner.

The closer I looked the more I saw my little girl as a really sexy girl, despite her not having developed the way Heather had. Her small breasts had a slight movement to them as she shifted her weight and her nipples were erect and longer than Heather’s. Not surprisingly, I couldn’t see any pubic hair, but I didn’t find that too unusual, as I had almost none when I was her age too.

Heather placed her finger to her mouth again, to stop me from an inadvertent gasp as she approached Rachel.

“Are you sure my mom is gone?” Rachel said, excitedly.

“Yes, I’m sure she’s gone.”

“It would be so embarrassing if she saw us like this.”

“And what if she did? Maybe she’d be OK with it.” Heather smiled and looked at me as she said it.

“Oh yeah, she’d freak! I’m surprised she hasn’t found out about the DVDs we watch yet.”

Heather walked to Rachel, motioning me to follow close behind. She moved forward and kissed Rachel lightly. Softly. Rachel kissed back, leaving her arms dangling at her side.

“You wouldn’t want her to see you kiss me like that?” Heather cooed.

“No” Rachel nearly whispered, her breathing deepening.

“Or even kiss you herself like that. . .her lips touching yours and her tongue in your mouth. . .”

“Oh Heather. . .” Rachel was extremely excited and letting her imagination wander. I was frozen close to Heather and could feel myself getting wetter by the moment. I looked down and could see my nipples pushing under my dress.

“And what if her hand were to lightly touch you here. .” Heather ran her fingertips from Rachel’s neck to her breasts, moving slowly from one to the other. Rachel could only sigh and her breathing got deeper.

Heather took my hand and as she spoke, she placed my fingers on Rachel’s body. “And if her hands were to caress your chest, running over your hard nipples. . .”

“Oh yes Mom,” Rachel sighed.

I let my hand move on its own now, with Heather releasing my wrist. The feel of my daughters’ soft silky smooth skin making my stomach turn flips. My fingertips surrounded one of her nipples and I lightly pulled on it. “oooohhh yes” came Rachel’s reply.

Heather smiled into my eyes as I looked at this little nymph. She went a bit further still. “And if she leaned in, kissing and licking your hard little nipple, would you like that?”

“Oh God yes. I want her to lick my nipple.”

“You want your mom to lick and suck your nipple Rachel?”

“Yes Heather. . .” Rachel obliged.

I followed Heather’s script and leaned forward, careful not to get too close, and placed my lips upon the tip of Rachel’s left nipple, feeling her body tense in excitement as I tasted her skin. She sighed loudly as I let my tongue lick around and around, teasing and enjoying my daughter’s lovely body.

“Heather, that feels so good. I want that all the time.”

I pulled back, not wanting to get too greedy, and ran my hand over Heather’s chest, enjoying her flawless skin.

“Rachel, I want you to lay on your back today. I want to taste you like that.” Heather clearly enjoyed telling Rachel what to do. Rachel, for her part, was clearly enjoying Heather’s attention and what Heather could do to her.

Rachel lay back with her tiny butt on the edge of the bed, opening her legs slightly and I got my first look at my daughter’s young pussy. Her lips were more visible than Heather’s were, and showed a deeper color than her skin.

“Maybe your mom would want to follow up kissing your nipple with tasting your pussy.” Heather teased as she let her hands run over Rachel’s legs, sliding up her inner thighs. Rachel was involuntarily moving her hips in anticipation of her lover’s touch. “Oh yes, my mom going to taste my pussy.” It was almost too much for me to hear that. I was soaking wet under my dress. Heather ran her fingers over Rachel’s lips, sliding her finger between her lips, exposing a glistening wetness that coated her finger.

Heather smiled and held out her wet finger to me. I knew what I was supposed to do. I took her finger in my mouth, sucking it greedily, but softly. What I tasted was sweet and gave me a greater hunger for more. Heather smiled as she saw how I enjoyed it. She moved forward and kissed around Rachel’s bare pussy. I got closer, to see what it was that I really wanted. As I did, I let my left hand slide down under Heather’s pajama bottoms, feeling her soft and toned ass.

I let my hand slide between her cheeks, moving down lower and finding her puffy wet little girl lips. I heard an audible sigh as I stroked her lovely pussy. She leaned forward and began to lick Rachel up and down. I stared as Heather used her tongue to part Rachel’s wet lips, pushing the tip of her tongue into Rachel, who emitted a loud moan.

I continued to rub Heather even as she found and licked Rachel’s clit in slow little circles. When I pushed the tip of my finger into Heather, she bucked slightly and pushed her tongue into Rachel, who let out a sharp moan, her legs shaking.

“Open your legs wider honey,” Heather purred. Rachel did as told. Heather beckoned me forward.

“Do you like how your mom licks your pretty pussy Rachel?”

“Oh God yes Heather, so much.”

“Would you like her to lick you until you cum?” Heather was a sexy sexy girl.

“I want that so bad,” was the reply.

With that Heather lightly pulled me forward, positioning me in front of my daughter’s exposed, open, wet, willing pussy. I could smell her scent. I’d tasted her juices. I wanted her so badly. I leaned over and ran my broad tongue over her full lips, which elicited an “ooooohhhh.”

Heather reached over my head and opened Rachel’s lips for me. I licked slowly up and down the edges of Rachel’s warm pussy. She was so wet her juices were dripping down her lips and onto the bed. I licked up and down, around in circles and pressed my tongue into her. I wanted to do everything to her I possibly could. She pressed her hips to me as my tongue pushed into her pussy. She was warm and tight and no virgin. Her moans egged me on and my mouth was covered in her juices.

“Oh yes Mom, lick me, yes Mom,” I could hear over my own lapping. I concentrated on her clit for a while, with the tip of my tongue pressing against it and then rolling my tongue around it over and over. Heather then returned the favor to me, by reaching under my dress and rubbing me through my soaking panties as I lapped away at Rachel’s pussy.

All of a sudden Rachel started to buck, her breathing quickened and her moans got loud and intense. “Oh God I’m going to cum, yes yes yes” urged me on more. With a squeal she exploded on my mouth, her juices covering my lips, in my mouth, all over my face. I slowed my licking and then backed off. Heather moved closer to Rachel, “Did you like that Rachel?”

“Oh yes” Rachel panted slowly, “Oh my God yes.”

“Stay there honey,” Heather said as we rose, “I’ll be back with a glass of water for you.”

We closed the door behind us and in the entry way I pulled Heather to me and kissed her with all my might, finding her tongue and feeling her warm body pressing passionately to me. I reached into her pajamas again and found her little hard clit and began rubbing her. She pressed her head to my chest and was breathing very heavy as she got closer and closer to orgasm. I put my finger into her and she pushed down, her body shuddering and cumming on my hand. I held her close until she gained her breathing again.

“That was so hot” she whispered.

“I was thinking the same thing.” I smiled back at her. “But I need to leave and not let Rachel know.”

Heather smiled at me. “You’re wonderful,” she said and kissed me, exhausted.

I left her in the kitchen getting my sexually satisfied daughter a drink of water as I went back out on my errands, with soaked panties and my daughter’s cum on my lips.

To be continued. . . .