Honey Loves ~ Confessions of an Incestuous Mother, Part 6

by eloquent delinquent

As I carry Bianca to the supermarket's restrooms we pass an older man coming back out, and he grins politely at us. Now I'm glad for the big remodel the market did last year, despite all the inconvenience when it was going on. Because now I walk briskly past the door marked 'Men,' and the next one down marked 'Ladies,' and down to the new door, at the end of the fluorescent-lit hallway with a little placard that says 'Family.'

That's our door. I open it, and with one furtive glance over my shoulder, revealing no one, I take her inside. My daughter grins the whole time.

The family facility is a single large space, and its primary colors are cream and burnt orange. Handicap accessible, it has grab bars to either side of the toilet set in the nearest corner on our right. A standard pedestal sink and faucet are on our left, and directly across from the door is a five foot counter made to serve as a double changing station, with wastebaskets at either end, wall mounted baby wipe dispensers, and a mirror running its width above it. The room smells very fresh, a bit like cucumbers, and looks like it's never been used.

I lower Bianca to the floor as she glances around. We've never been in here before. Confirming my suspicions, though, I turn to the door and find exactly what I hoped I would. I turn the deadbolt and lock it. I hang Bon-Bon's coat over one of the grab bars and place my purse on top of the toilet tank. Then, I reach down and cup my girl's little chin, turning her face up to mine and smile.

My heart's thumping, I feel wild and naughty, scared and so turned on. The fear is what stopped me before, fear of being found out, getting caught committing incest with my adorable six year old. But I'm so wound up now I just can't help myself. My daughter's innocently sexual desires have fired my own, and now that I've made her cum in a shopping cart, there's no way my pussy will let me stop short of satisfying its demands.

Oh god, I swore I'd never do this. But when this began, there were so many things I told myself I would never do.

I told myself I'd never disturb my daughter while she masturbated. Oh boy, I still laugh when I think about how fast that one fell. Once I decreed that playing with herself was okay, Bianca did it openly and at her whim. I'd find her petting her smooth puss on her knees on the living room floor, gleaming wet on the edge of the tub after a bath, in her chair at the kitchen table, stroking, straining. She was unavoidable. At first I tried to stay out of her way, but she would sense me there, catch my eye, grin lazily, and move to display herself and her intimate play more openly to my rapt gaze.

She did it in her bedroom when she wanted to be alone. When she touched herself elsewhere, it was because she wanted me to stumble over her, wanted to be seen, watched. Now, she'll come home from school sometimes, hop into my lap, spread her legs and leisurely masturbate down her panties, knowing I can't look away.

I thought that I'd never let Bianca see me naked. That was until we spent a summer weekend at my parent's cabin, just the two of us splashing in the pool and sunbathing on the back deck. When I thought she'd drifted off under an umbrella, I popped in to shower off the sweat, and forgot to lock the bathroom door. When I rinsed my face and looked down, I saw my daughter had pulled the curtain slightly aside, watching me soap my slick nude body, while fine spray spattered her admiring face. "You're so pretty, Momma," she whispered.

"You look sweaty, honey," I murmured back, sensually lathering my high riding breasts for her benefit. "Would you like to rinse off?" Her head ducked out, and I watched her shadow on the curtain as she excitedly peeled off her swimsuit. The rest of that weekend was divine.

Now, when I give her honey loves, I'll strip on demand.

I told myself I'd never sleep in the same bed as her. But as her bed time occasionally became the time when she wanted Momma to touch her, I'd cuddle when it was over and fall asleep right alongside her in her narrow bed.

One windy night I woke to the feel of her warm weight settling onto me, and before I could open my eyes, I felt the tip of her little girl tongue lick tentatively at my lips. Drowsily, I opened my mouth to receive the pleasure of it, and we langorously made out, kissing deeply for what seemed like an hour. When I finally wrestled my arms from the blankets, I discovered her bare, excited body waiting for my touch. We didn't sleep much that night, and I let Bon-Bon stay home from school the next day.

When she asks for special bedtime any more, we both go to my room, undress, and climb nude under the covers. She lays on top of me, her sweet-smelling warm flesh pressed against mine, nuzzling and fondling my tits, our legs intertwined. We both gently hump our pussy against the other's soft thigh, until we both drift off, or, just as frequently, decide we want more.

I swore I wouldn't expose Bianca to seeing her mother masturbate. But that didn't mean that she didn't want to see me masturbate, and wouldn't go to devious means to catch me at it. I didn't give her horniness nearly enough credit back then.

When I caught her peeping into my bedroom, I'd been face down on my bed, ardently grinding my hips into a pillow with my naughty hand trapped in between. It was only because I'd rolled over on my back so I could finger myself, that I saw the door I habitually kept closed had been opened slightly. Focusing my bleary fuck-drunk vision, I saw her shape in the narrow gap, one large shadowy brown eye pressed to the crack.

"Bianca!" I said sharply. After a breathless moment, the door swung open to reveal her, shamefaced and small. Just a few pointed questions later, she confessed she'd been looking in on my self-pleasure for a month, but kept on spying because she "didn't see it good enough with all the pillows and stuff." As she stood frozen in the doorway, I began to feel bad for her erotic curiosity, like I had failed her in not allowing her to learn from me, especially considering the things I'd done to her.

I also had to admit that my body had been interrupted in the middle of its sexual effort, and it impatiently wanted to finish. In other words, I was horny enough that I beckoned her in, had her sit cross-legged on my bed as I pushed myself into a sitting position against the pillows, and opened my legs to her. Despite my anger at her intrusion, I was more aroused by this scenario than I'd imagined. And then I played with myself, self-consciously at first, but before long working feverishly at my soaking cunt while she looked on in total, attentive wonder. She seemed particularly intrigued by the way I thrust my fingers deep and fast into my slippery pussy. As I approached an electrifying orgasm, she distractedly rubbed her quim lightly over her pajamas, her excitement in sympathy for my own.

It was such a turn on to finally show my little girl how naughty her Momma was, too. I came so hard.

I sent her out of the room afterward, even though her cheeks were burning with desire. Mother and daughter still needed boundaries, however strangely drawn. I managed to wait until the next afternoon before I had sex with her, but with the looks she kept giving me oh fuck it wasn't easy.

One of her favorite playtimes for us now is what she calls 'Lookie Loo,' where the two of us face each other, thighs spread, fully exposed, close together with my legs over hers, and masturbate ourselves until we cum, watching each other. She's invented lots of games, but she enjoys that one best, and I think part of it is because she knows how much I love it.

And even though I'd give her kisses and affection in public, it was never anything that couldn't be excused as motherly love. I told myself that I'd never let our real feelings, our incest, however wonderful and natural it seemed to us, leave the privacy of our apartment.

But now, here we are.

"It's all ours now," I tell her, and she returns my smile with one of her own, beaming bright and full of naughty fun, melting me.

Her enticing smile draws me down to my knees before her, and I pull my daughter to me, her head finally level with mine. Her mouth opens as mine closes over it, and our tongues curl out and over each other, flickering and smoothing, and we make out in a release of pent-up longing. Bianca makes breathy groans into my mouth as my hands roam over her, quickly slipping underneath her green dress, and caress the gorgeous milky softness of her back, the cheeks of her sweet bottom, the firm backs of her thighs. She holds my face in both her little hands, fingertips tucked under my sensitive ear lobes.

We cling like that, soft sighs and wet smacking noises seeming loud in this bare space. I'm pressing her body tighter to mine, and she's rubbing against me, her chest mashing warmly into my little tits. Our tongues tangle more passionately, I feel drool spilling down my chin.

Almost regretfully, I draw back from those delicate, nimble lips. She takes two parting licks at my mouth, trying to tempt me to stay there, but there's so much more I need to do. I look at her dainty eyelids, the long doe-like lashes, and wait for them to open. When they do, her eyes smolder.

I look right into them and tell her, "I'm hot, some of these need to come off."

She holds the tip of her tongue between her teeth as she smiles, nods.

We separate. I step over to the counter, peeling my sweater off and loosely folding it before setting it down. The perspiration on my chest and back wicks away, deliciously cool, but I'm still very warm. I reach back and unhook my teal bra.

As I do, I glance in the mirror, and see that Bon-Bon has hopped up onto the toilet behind me. I watch her as she wrenches off the pink rubber rain boots, exposing the whole of her satiny legs as she does so, and then hurls them unceremoniously at the floor. God, she hates those things. She looks at her tall white wool socks, extending her legs out straight and wiggling her toes.

I shrug off the shoulder straps, and give my breasts a sweet squeeze before I slip the cups off and set the bra on top of my sweater. I look at myself topless in the mirror, and realize that my mid-twenties self doesn't look so different from teenage me, especially when I'm as aroused as I am now. I brush my stiff nipples, the gentle swell of my tits, the flat contours of my tummy with my fingertips, heightening my body's growing excitement.

Looking over my shoulder, I see Bianca has left the potty and is now scooting around, watching her feet as she takes quick, shuffling steps and slides across the polished floor in her socks. She moves in random directions, chuckling each time she drifts to a stop. I want to feel miffed that she's gotten distracted by something so silly. But come on, I tell myself, she's six.

I admire her reflection as she plays. In so many ways, she's just a normal kid. She plays with her Legos, has a favorite stuffed animal, hates certain green vegetables, and is enchanted by Dr Seuss. Bianca's one of the happiest, most carefree children I know, and though she's shy with new people, her fun attitude attracts lots of little friends.

And she loves her body, so energetic and active! I suspect if I didn't have regular, wonderful sex with her, she'd run me ragged. She didn't show much interest in soccer, so I enrolled her in Juniors Tumbling over the summer, and now she does cartwheels, handstands, and somersaults. The other day I saw her performing a twirling kick, her leg fully extended. I asked if she wanted to be a ballerina. She replied that she'd rather be a ninja.

I love her. She's my baby girl, she's my pride and joy, she's just an amazing kid. And I also have to confess, I'm in love with her. She makes my pulse race, I adore her body, eagerly await her desire for honey loves, and delight in what I do to excite and satisfy her.

She turns me on, even when she's doing something as dopey as slip-sliding across the floor. So I cup my breasts, turn around, and softly say, "Hey Bon-Bon."

She stops and turns to look. Her mouth opens a little bit and she runs a hand over the front of her green dress, then curls it into a coy fist under her chin, her body twisting slightly back and forth. She's not distracted any more. Matching her flirty twisting, I lightly caress my tits and my tummy for her, touching slowly above the waist of my jeans, a finger pausing to diddle at my navel. She starts toward me, and I think anyone who didn't know about our shared naughtiness would be shocked by the sight of so much lust on such a young face.

I playfully back up as she approaches, and her grin gets more mischievous, her eye contact steady and assertive. My butt and shoulder blades make contact with the cold tile wall, and I gasp. I put my arms back as well, palms flat against the glossy tiles, making myself helpless to her. As I so often feel I am.

Bianca stops when we're nearly toe to toe, so close that I imagine I can feel her warmth through my jeans, can smell the shampoo from the salon in her hair. Her chin is tilted back, still holding my gaze. I'm almost giddy with desire. Then she breaks eye contact, and her regard turns to my bare flesh, roving leisurely over my body.

Finally, she turns to what's at her own eye level... the button of my jeans. She considers it for what seems like a long moment, then glances up at me, and I see an inquiry on her face. Bianca's never done this before, but she's never been so cocky before, either. I incline my chin and arch my eyebrows, allowing her but also kind of daring her to as well.

Things have come a long way from the changing table.

Her open-mouthed smile is a bit surprised, but as her hands come up and close around the fastener I realize she's really game to undress her Momma. It takes a lot of her strength to pull the button undone (I've picked up a few pounds since summer ended), but once it pops, my daughter immediately reaches in for the zipper. Once she has it, though, she hesitates, and looks back up to me. I can see a little nervousness there now.

I want my little girl to be confident, don't I? So I grin and subtly nod.

She drags the zipper down over my hypersensitized mound. The anticipation becomes almost painful. Then she reaches around to my sides, and starts forcing the waistband down. My jeans are a little tight, and soon she's jerking them down inch by inch, over the swell of my butt and hips, and after that it doesn't take much coaxing to slip them down my legs. With a bit of triumph Bianca forces them into a wad above my ankles. I'm absurdly grateful that I shaved my legs yesterday.

Having my butt against the cool wall has held my teal blue panties mostly in place. But Bianca is flush with her first success and doesn't hesitate in hooking her little fingers right into the elastic at my hips. Bon-Bon whisks those damp panties down my legs and I'm thrilled. The musky smell of my excited cunt wafts up to me, and I'm sure she's getting a noseful of my scent, too. She blinks rapidly.

Now I'm practically naked before her, only my shoes and a tangle of denim and lycra haven't come off, and that's more a matter of haste than modesty. She's still clothed in the tartan dress and wool socks, completely in control as she intently looks over my body again. I want to squirm, breathless, Bianca's stare is almost like a touch. Her gaze returns to rest on what's right in front of her, my dark blonde patch of pubic hair.

My daughter glances up into my blushing, expectant face with a bemused smile, then she leans forward slightly, closing the last few inches between us. Her little nose nestles into my soft pubic curls, I feel it gently nudging my mons, and then she inhales deeply, smelling my earthy sexual wetness. I gasp hugely, astounded. Bianca's always been ambivalent about her Momma's cunt, fascinated and intimidated at the same time. But now she's nuzzled right above my slit, and I wonder what she's going to do next.

What she does, it turns out, is to draw back from my pussy and look up at me almost shyly.

I grin and reach out to cup her cheek in my hand, fighting the desperate urge to jam her pretty face between my legs and force her to satisfy the raging desire she's built. But she's still not quite ready for that. At least, not today.

"I like it when you smell this way," she says softly. "I just wanted a sniff."

"It's okay, Bon-Bon," I soothe. "We can do what we want to. Momma loves you."

She blushes, smiles, cuddles my hand. "I love you too."

"What do you want to do, sweetheart?" I ask, gently drawing her face back to my groin. I can't seem to help it, I'm just so horny.

She wraps my persuading hand in both of hers, lifts it from her face, and guides it to where I was trying to lead her, placing it over my pussy, then using her fingers to curl mine along the length of my very wet crease.

"I want you to have the honey, Momma," she says tenderly. "I already got it, but you didn't. You should have honey loves too, just for you."

My heart wells up and threatens to spill over for my beautiful little girl. But at the same time, I feel her gently pushing on my hand, forcing my fingers to slide over my tremendously eager pussy, sending luscious sensations pulsing up into my body. Maternal affection and sexual pleasure surge, intertwine, harmonize, each strengthening the other. And this is why incest is forbidden, I think wildly, because it can feel so good you could go crazy with it.

Taking up her delicious rhythm, I begin to masturbate for my six year old. Well, maybe not entirely for her. After so much arousal and suspense, my body basically swoons at the sudden rushes of gratification. My knees tremble, threaten to give out completely. So I slide down the tile wall into a squatting position on my heels. My ankles are still bound together, but I open my legs as wide as I can so Bianca can still watch her Momma pleasure herself.

It doesn't matter how long we've been together or how many times we've done this before, being sexual in front of my daughter still feels very, very naughty. And doing it here, in a public restroom, feels even more transgressive. Bon-Bon stares down on me, and the way she's engrossed by my fingers playing over my slick pink cunt, the way she blushes brightly, the way her hands absently squeeze her body through her dress, I know it's still just as exciting for her.

All this makes my eyes roll shut with delirious lust. It's like I can only obey the demands of my body. Leaving two fingers trapping my clit delightfully between them, I bring my left hand into play, lightly touching the soft inner lips at the dripping entrance to my vagina, teasing myself.

My daughter watches all this raptly. She's reached between her own legs, forcing up the skirt of her green dress and clutching at her hidden little puss. She makes a tight, whining noise.

"Mmm, yeah Bon-Bon, do you like that? Do you like to watch Momma give herself the pretty touches? You like seeing Momma's wet happy pussy when she strokes it? Do you like your Momma when she feels so naughty, when she's doing it for her pretty girl?"

"Hnnn, yeah, yeah I like it a lot a lot a lot."

"Does it make you want to feel pretty too, honey? Do you feel naughty for watching Momma? Does it make you wanna touch your little bonbon?"

"Uh-huh."

"You wanna see Momma put her fingers up inside, don't you? You wanna see them get so wet, see me get the really pretty feelings when I push them in and out?"

"Ooh yeah Momma I love it when you do that."

"Then watch me, honey, watch me," I say, and I slip two fingers in as deep as they will go, and my grateful cunt rewards me with a huge flare of pleasure. All the while I keep pinching my clit, and it sends bursts of melting joy into my brain. God, it's all so good, so good, I was made for sex, to bring ecstasy to others and receive it in turn, it's what I wanted my life to be.

As she sees my fingers thrust into myself, my response to it, her rosy face glows with sudden perspiration, and she gets an urgent, needy look on her face. Inching toward me uncertainly, she's hiking her dress up over her pale hips and holding it to her waist with one hand, revealing that adorable little slit I long for so often.

"Momma?" she asks in a high, baby like tone. "I wanna do happy pony. Can I do happy pony with you?"

Oh fuck, she really is turned on. Happy pony was one of the earliest games my daughter gave a name to. When she was four it was her favorite, but since then and all the new games she's learned to play, it appeals to her most now when she's feeling very close to me, and totally uninhibited.

I quiver with how bad I want see her do happy fucking pony.

So I lift my fingers off my begging clitoris and reach out, waving her toward me. Her face lights up. She takes my right knee and bends over my leg. I feel her hot little tongue begin to lick the top of my thigh, lapping at my skin with slathering abandon, making little mewling noises as her hair drapes across either side of my leg. Resting my hand on the back of her head as it bobs with her tongue, I imagine a more intimate place she could use it, and thrust into my pussy faster.

Bianca lifts her head, straightens, and throws her hair back as sexy as any stripper. Then she takes my hand, and I steady her as she stands wide, gets up on tiptoes and straddles my thigh, lowering her hot little crotch onto the wet spot she's made with her own spit. Feeling her creamy pussy press into my supple thigh, I think maybe the licking wasn't necessary. Fuck it, my inner slut declares, that was hot!

She takes hold of my bare shoulder and waist, one hand on each, leaving my hand free to stroke her side from armpit to hip. That touch makes her sigh. I see Bianca looking down and slightly to one side, still observing my masturbation, and then she starts to move.

"Oooh honey, there you go, that's my good girl."

Her hips pump, sliding her smooth little cunt over my leg, pressing her pelvis into my flesh, straining to make contact with her love button. I'm sure that she feels the rocking of my own hips as I fuck myself, that I add something to her rhythm.

I slow my plunging fingers, ease up even though my pussy's churning, and let myself experience Bianca as happy pony takes effect. I love the weight of her on my thigh, the slick wet heat trapped between us, the sensation I have of her hot crease as it slips along my skin. Over my own shaky breathing, I hear her little coos of pleasure. I can't see her downturned face, but I can picture the way her eyelids are drooping a bit more with each sumptuous thrust.

But the thing I like best about happy pony is that no matter how purposeful her rubbing is at the beginning, it's never long before she loses control. Even as I think this, I start to feel a change in the way her hips move, her thrusts shorter, sharper. Her hands squeeze my body as the sensations drive her, and then impulse takes over and suddenly she's humping my leg like a wild little animal.

I run my hand down her back, impatiently rummaging past the skirt bundled at her waist, and cup the plump cheeks of her cute ass. I love to feel her rump flex and push as she gleefully fucks my leg. My daughter's had plenty of sex, thanks to me and her own precocious lust for her pussy. But she's six. She's never seen anyone fuck, doesn't even know what it looks like. But her body knows how, and craves it, and now her hips pump instinctively, her pussy rewarding her with erotic delight.

Oh god, oh fuck it's so beautiful to watch my little Bon-Bon getting herself off. Withdrawing my fingers a bit from my creamy vagina, I cover the whole of my slit with my palm, the heel of my hand nudging back the hood of my clit, two fingers still curled inside the entrance to my throbbing canal. My hand and pussy are so slick, god I'm a dirty mother, so turned on!

I press in, this delicious feeling flashes through my singing body, then I start to move my hand up and down over my sex, matching my daughter's eager, natural pace. Part of me feels like her, that innocent little girl in love with the sensations her body gives her, it's like sex is new again as I do it just like her.

"Hhhhnnn, uh, oh honey" I moan.

My ass clenches, my hips jerk and thrust, responding. My rocking makes her thrusts against my thigh longer and harder. She arches, and rolls her head back at this exquisite pleasure, her brown hair cascading, almost obscuring her breathless, ecstatic face. We've never had happy pony quite like this, mirroring each other. I'm sharing her joy.

I lean my head toward Bianca until my forehead rests against hers. We're both a little sweaty. My daughter's eyes roll open, look up and lock onto mine, and I see all her passion there. We stare at each other as we gratify our pussies, our ragged breaths mixing in the close space between us, our hair draping together, brown and blonde, as we both shiver and rock. The intimacy of our mutual gaze lifts my pleasure, I begin to feel that familiar tightening in my middle, and my masturbating goes from want to need.

My six year old licks her lips and whispers, "Do you feel the honey, Momma?"

I exhale a throaty laugh and nod against her forehead.

"You're so pretty," she tells me, panting, her eyes never leaving mine. "So pretty, no clothes on, ohhh, doing it together, I feel you doing it and it's... nnnh.... it's like you're doing it to me too."

"You like rubbing on me while I rub myself, honey?"

Her eyes dip close as she says, "Mmm-hmm," then they open to see my happy reaction. She's so eager to see my joy, it makes the sensations from my cunt even more luscious. They're filling me up. My eyelids droop, my breath catches.

I feel my daughter's little hand let go of my waist, steal it's way up my tummy, then close around my breast. She presses. It's beautiful. One of her delicate fingers is stroking my nipple. It's devastating. She adores my little tits, and I love that she loves them.

"Are you gonna cum, Momma? You'll have a big cummie for me?"

Wow. She's heard me say that word a million times, even used it herself once in a while, but she's never said it to me, about me. Bianca's growing so fast.

"You wanna see your Momma cum? You wanna feel my cummie in your little bonbon?"

She starts to smile wildly. "Have a big cummie and I'll do pony real hard and then I'll have a cummie too!"

Her saying it is getting me close to doing it. I lose control as it builds up, up. I'm sure she can see it in my face, and she nods.

"Oh honey oh fuck it's coming I'm gonna cum, Uh! Uh! Watch me do it, watch me fuck myself for you, you're so sexy, your hot little pussy on me, fuck me fuck me make me cum, oh fuck!" My words cut off as my head fills with glory. I'm thrusting like mad into my rubbing hand. Bianca barely has to move for my thigh to hump her furiously.

Bon-Bon chuckles knowingly, "Hm hmmm, such a naughty Momma..."

And that does it for me. My body seems to ripple then clenches tight, I'm spasming into my hand, letting a little pee go it's so strong. I can't breathe, I'm caught in it and it's just fucking wringing me out, my mind's exploding with pleasure. I want to let go but I'm pinned by this ecstasy. And my daughter's looking into my astonished face and nodding, riding me.

Then all at once I'm unleashed, I heave and arch and cry out in a sustained, uncontrollable orgasm. I buck my hips so hard I throw my daughter off, she slides off my knee and onto the restroom floor with a look of total surprise, and I want to feel bad but I feel too good. I press my head back against the wall and shut my eyes and simply let myself feel it, my writhing body, the eruptions of pleasure from my pussy spreading out all through me.

Eventually I calm down enough to lift my head and look around. I'm breathing deep and slow, and my hand's still soothing my tingling cunt, but I've swung my knees a little closer together.

And there's little Bon-Bon in a crab walk stance on the floor in front of me, her knees open showing me her shiny bright pink cunt, looking almost like a dainty seashell. I wouldn't be surprised if she were upset, the way her Momma literally jilted her when she had her big honey feeling. But the expression on her face is something more like awe.

"You okay, honey?"

She nods, giggles. "That was a big cummie, Momma."

"Well, you asked me to," I reply, blushing. "It's because we did it together, honey. That made it really special."

"Yeah," she says, lowering her head shyly. "I really really like being close to you when we have honey loves, being together. It makes me happy when you cum."

I can sense her getting used to the feel of that word.

"Now you know how I've felt all this time doing it to you, Bon-Bon."

She smiles and squirms with delight when she hears this. I grin, but my eye is drawn back to that little pink crease gleaming between her pale legs. The fingers stroking my pussy suddenly trace lush pleasure into it, and move more languidly. Fresh wetness starts to form, my pulse quickens, and the look I'm giving my little girl's body goes from admiring to predatory and I swear I can't help any of it.

Bianca notices my gaze, and she looks down there herself. Sighing, she opens her knees a little wider to me, then looks up and meets my eye. Her expression is pure six year old seductress.

"You didn't get a cummie, did you Bon-Bon?"

"I got one before," she coyly replies.

"I know, but what about now?" I chide. "Your little puss is all pink and happy."

"Maybe?"

"Don't you still have the tingly feeling down there?"

She smirks, shrugs. "Maaaaybe."

I chuckle, and I sound husky to myself. I let my finger slip into my tender moist crease, drifting up and down. Flickering rushes of pleasure follow my touch. My clit is still hard, it never calmed down, really. This subtle change doesn't escape my daughter's notice.

"Would you like Momma to give you more good feelings down there?"

She starts to rock her hips from one butt cheek to another. "Maaaaaaaaybe."

"I love you and your little bonbon, honey," I say, then I just have to tease. "All you have to do is ask."

Bianca sits there for a moment, her brown eyes big and serious as she stares at me. She continues to rock, a bit plaintively. She bites her little lip in the most adorable way.

Taking a deep breath she blurts. "Momma, Momma I wanna cum."

Ooo, that was exciting. I get this lopsided grin and tell her, "That's not a question."

Realizing we're playing, her impish smile widens, and so do her creamy little thighs. "Could you give me a cummie, Momma?"

I push off the wall, dropping forward onto all fours and crawl toward her, dragging the rumpled knot of my jeans between my feet. She isn't far, but I move oh so slowly, showing her my dirtiest stare. Her eyebrows rise, she makes breathy giggles, thrilled by my approach. I move up between her knees, put one hand on the floor to either side of her waist, and I loom over her, looking down on her wondering face with a sweet grin.

"Anything for you, honey."