My Times With Chloe, The Real Part 5 - P Is For Peanut

by HoneyWest

Lovers when we were young, Chloe and I were reunited by chance back in '82 during my college years. She was in love with Keith and they seemed meant for each other. Fidelity was important to her so we stayed just friends until that night in my apartment in Georgetown when the two of us exchanged kinky histories, then kisses and then...well, you know. Afterwards we agreed that this was a 'Special Dispensation' night not to be repeated but definately to be remembered with warmth and lust.

So I became the Good Friend of the couple, like the third wheel in a sitcom. We enjoyed movie events, dinners, smoking pot while watching MTV and so on. I was there to settle arguments between the two, remind Keith when Chloe's birthday came and pick them up when their car broke down(this happened often). As I'd said before, Keith had the gall to be a nice guy; He not only accepted my lesbianism but even stood up for me against conservative bullies one time.

Soon I had graduated with high honors (I'm bragging here) and had almost immediately received a pretty good job offer from a prestigious firm. The catch: I'd have to relocate to their office in London. The thrill of travel and adventure was mixed with the pain of leaving Chloe and the friendship I had enjoyed with her and Keith.

Just before leaving for England the three of us went out for a party binge. At a D.C. bar we drank merrily, trying to mask the fact that I would miss these two terribly and vice-versa. We were feeling no pain and making the usual promises to write and trying to say 'toy boat' five times real fast (try it), when Keith came upon his ex-fiance. She was no secret, they'd met young then she dumped him for some rich guy citing that it would 'take too long for Keith to give her the lifestyle she was wanting'. Sitting across the room at a table with her affluent snootty-looking girlfriends, she smugly looked over and crassly flashed her jewelry at him. She then made some comment to her friends and they were giggling. Keith smiled back and then became a little quieter no doubt thinking about their small apartment and a car that was always breaking down. Chloe and I were at the bar getting refills when we saw this and, seeing Chloe get this 'oh no you didn't, bitch!' look in her eyes I stopped and calmed her. Remember what they say, I reminded her, revenge is living well. In this case revenge is living well and sexy. I motioned for her to follow my lead and we took our drinks back to our table. Keith was still looking down at his empty glass when I set a new one down then leaned in and kissed him sensuously. Perhaps it was the fact that he was fairly drunk or preoccupied in his thoughts or just dumfounded at what just happened but he didn't really have time to react when Chloe leaned in and kissed him the same way. Many in the place couldn't help but notice two beautiful women (and we were hot-looking, lemme tell you) fawning over this man and Keith's shoulders were squaring as we took turns nibbling and talking seductively in his ears. I was literally whispering sweet nothings but I made sure it looked hot. Soon we stood, he tossed a large tip on the table and we started out. As Keith left with a 'babe' on each arm, we couldn't help but see that his ex and her friends still had their mouths wide open.

We poured the inebriated Keith into the back seat and chuckled down the road. "Ladies," he slurred, "I know what you did back there and I just wanna say...That was AWSome! Shame it wasn't real..." Then as if he caught himself, "Hey! who's up for pancakes? You know I make the best..."

"Who says?" Chloe asked while concentrating on the short drive back home. We were all, in fact, pretty intoxicated.

"You did." Keith slumped back into the dark of the car. "You said I make the best pancakes..'

"I'm mean, who says it isn't real?"

I'm not sure how fast everything happened after that. We stumbled in. Keith started rattling pots and pans. Chloe kissed me and told me to take off my clothes. Naked, she led Keith to their bed and I had my first menage-a-trois. Wow, did we have fun. Despite my orientation I thought Keith had a very handsome-looking cock, which Chloe rode to no end as I tongued her asshole at the same time. He even ate my pussy rather well. But it was after the booze and the exertion had knocked him out that I really had a blast. Chloe and I knew this was probably our last time together and we tried to make the most of it in spite of our inebriated condition. there was a touch of sadness as we licked every orifice we could find but we came hard nonetheless. (I have to confess that I did not like tasting Keith's come in her pussy). I left them sleeping together as I kissed her cheek and tip-toed out to head home and prepare to leave the country.

Here's the thing: there shouldn't have been cum in Chloe's pussy. She wasn't able to use birth control pills so Keith, who normally had great control, always pulled out when he ejaculated or used a condom. Soon after I was in London I received a letter from Chloe: she was pregnant.

They named her Patricia. It was my Mom's name and I knew it was Chloe's way of saying she loved me. We exchanged letters and pictures for a few years and of course the traditional family picture Christmas card. Keith was doing very well in his business and there was talk of a vacation trip to London. Then came the letter explaining how Keith had been killed in a car accident. I never could figure out what to say to help her through this. Soon afterward Chloe moved to Washington state to live with his mother for a while so she could get her bearings straight. The hectic demands of my job and the distance put it's toll as our correspondence became fewer and farther apart. I always felt guilty about not being there for her and that kept me from, well, being there and soon we slipped away from each other. Oh hell to my shame I was terrible at keeping in touch with anybody, my Dad and half-sister as well. But enough of that.

Now here I was sitting across the table from her eight years later on a chance encounter and marveling at how beautiful she was. Her hair was different, no longer that eighties frizz but a short do. She wore her makeup differently. Was she different? Her manner was so confident; her humor seemed sharp; she knew off-duty cops for crying out loud. And she was a mom? Her body was hot; wearing tight jeans and a turtleneck showed just how trim her figure was. I was no wallflower either but that old loving jealous feeling came over me when I gazed at her perfection and I realized how much I wanted to peel those clothes off her. This thought alone caused me to feel badly. Here my best friend and I were reunited after so many years apart and all I could think of was sex. What would she think about that?

Chloe leaned in and smiled. Take me home, she whispered.

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When I woke up I realized I'd been using Chloe's bare butt for a pillow. I smiled, sniffed around and began nibbling her fleshy cheeks. "Mmmm..." she cooed, her head under her pillow. She began to slowly sway her hips about enticing me to do more. I parted her buns and feasted my eyes on her gorgeous little rosebud when suddenly her body stiffened and she bolted upright.

"Fuck!", she cried out and began furiously gathering her clothes. "Fuck! Fuck!"

What I asked. I'm late, she cried. "I'm supposed to be picking up my Peanut this morning!" Her daughter was at a sleepover with her friend Darla, whose mother kept insisting Chloe go out and have some fun. "I promised to be there before Jane and Darla left on their bus trip!"

I didn't ask questions; just smiled as Chloe tugged her top on and stuffed her bra in her purse. She stopped moving and looked at me and we said so much then with no words. She then grabbed her socks and boots and stopped at the door.

"You know what karaoke is?"

I've heard of it, I said. Back then it had not caught on as fully as it has today.

She clumsily rummaged thru her purse, knocking her bra back out, and tossed me a pack of matches. The tavern's name and address were on it. "They do a special karaoke show once a week. Tonight. My work crew has been going and we have fun. Please be there and you can meet my little girl." Blowing me a kiss and she was gone in a flash.

When I walked in that night the mood was already pretty boisterous. I could tell extra tables were set up in the dance area and a huge screen of garish green was printing out the lyrics to an early eighties song while someone with a soft yet bad singing voice was trying to stand out from the hub-bub of office politics and dirty jokes. Chloe rushed over, hugged me and introduced me to her co-workers as the old friend she'd been telling them about. Suddenly there was a drink in my hand. I saw a few kids playing on the Pac-Man machines in the back. I asked Chloe where little Patti was. I was anxious to finally meet my darling's child. There! she said brightly, on stage.

I turned and saw a young girl with a microphone in her hand singing away with complete lack of inhibitions to 'Total Eclipse Of The Heart'. At that moment I was hit with a wave of different feelings: the child was beautiful. At seven years of age (oops, seven-and-a-half) she had a small but fit body that held both boyish looks and feminine grace. Her hair was thick and full, down to her shoulders and I knew in a few years she would look exactly like her mother did when I first met her. She was even dressed like her mother, snug jeans and a tight henley that accented her perfectly flat chest. She swayed from side to side as she read her lyrics and the people that were paying attention were rooting her along. Two waitresses, maybe on break, were standing side by side watching her plaintively belt out the song. When one leaned over and said something to the other my I could only imagine how suggestive it might be. It was at that moment I felt a long forgotten lust for all things young returning.

"So. Whaddya think?" Chloe asked. I looked at her and she was beaming as she watched her daughter try and hit some really high notes. Badly.

"She's beautiful." I said truthfully, and winced as she boldly attempted a bravura finish to the song. "And... a really awful singer."

"I know." Chloe watched her daughter with a proud grin. "She sucks. Sucks canal water. But she's not afraid or embarrassed to get up there and belt it out the best she can. Isn't she great?"

I turned to Chloe and saw a look of love and pride in her eyes as she cheerfully applauded and whistled along with everyone else as the youngster left the makeshift stage. The girl accepted a few high-fives before reaching her mother. "Hey, Mom, what dya think? I'm getting better!"

"Yup, kid," Chloe replied, candidly tongue-in-cheek, "Better each time. Here." She held out a glass of soda and the girl smiled and wrapped her small delicate lips around the straw and as she drew in the cola she looked up at me with smiling eyes. My god, this child was professional model material. Are you Aunt Anna? she asked. Yes, I replied, you must be Patricia.

"Call me Peanut." She grinned, showing spaced apart but very white teeth. To her mom she said, "she's very pretty." then back to me, "prettier than your pictures" then to her mom "Can I do my hair like hers?" then to me "did you and Mom go to Woodstock?" then to her mom "Can I make her a shirt?" then back to me, "are you gonna live with us?" I hesitated at the unexpected questions and Chloe saved me.

"Hey Sweet Pea, give her a chance to have a drink, huh? Look, you get to do one more song and then we gotta get home, Okay?" Okay the youngster cheered and started to run back to the DJ. She stopped and looked back at me. "You're very pretty." she repeated and dashed away. Chloe grinned at me as I let out a breath of air.

"Good lord, Chloe, she's... That must have been what you looked like at seven years old."

"Seven and a half"

"she's beautiful... and... well...you know.' I suddenly felt I might cross a line here and held back any further comment. Chloe came close to my ear and in spite of the John Cougar-wannabe wailing in the background made her words perfectly clear. "She's a pedo's dream, isn't she?"

My mouth hung open for who knows how long as Chloe coyly sipped from the same straw that her daughter had earlier. Looking at me as she did this made me realize just how identical they looked. I dumbly clapped as the 'PInk Houses' guy left the stage and little Patti jumped back with a warm let's give-her-a-hand-again from the DJ. Lacking any shyness she took a bow and began singing 'She's in Love With The Boy' with the same atonal wail I'd heard before. Mind you, she wasn't horrible-horrible just really really bad and her sincerity and showmanship made everyone want to ignore the high flat notes and encourage her on. When she finished she blew a kiss and waved her hand high and hopped back to us. Chloe grabbed her jacket and they both started saying their goodnights to her co-workers. I had still not said anything since Chloe's comment.

There was not much time to say anything afterwards as Peanut was a torrent of questions, none of which I would get a chance to answer as she would move to the next question almost immediately. We were at a fast food place getting a late snack and she was informing me that I would be getting a shirt made 'specially by her.

Chloe moaned, "Jeez, Peanut, give us a break here. Go use up some energy on the slides for a bit." "'kay, Mom" and she ran off for the indoor playground.

"Whew." Chloe laughed, "That'll hold her away for a bit. You okay, ?"

"Yeah," I chuckled, "she's very entertaining. What's this about a shirt?"

"Oh, she doesn't make a shirt. I get her one and she embroideries your initial on it. It's not like her singing. She's actually good at it. " We were quiet for the moment. "Y'now, Anna, when Keith...left me... I closed up. I... wasn't good to anyone. That's why we went to live with Keith's mother. I didn't want to talk to anybody or go anywhere. I think sometimes that Patti's...exuberance was her way of making up for my lack of it. That little nut brought me back out, y'know. She's the one who made me realize it was time to come back and get a job and connect with people again. (she shrugged humorously) I think I've actually gotten good at it now." I just listened as Chloe fiddled with her coffee. "I was afraid that if I ever saw you again you would be angry at me for not writing you or anything. I figured you were off having your swinging London lifestyle and all that I probably would never see you again ever."

God, if she only knew. I was so career-minded that I barely had a social life in England and even back in D.C. I was only recently starting to get back to something close to that. Two superficial pick-ups at a lesbian bar in Georgetown were my best claims to a love life.

"Chloe, I..."

"No. Let me finish. Before the Nut comes back. I've been thinking about this crazy-like since I saw you yesterday. Like, "Bam' you were suddenly there. I know you have your job and career and all. I haven't even bother to ask about , you know, 'friends' or anything. It's just that..." then she looked at me as if she was taking the big risk, " I love you. I've always loved you. I've always thought about you and imagined you with me. I loved Keith too and I know now that he'll always be the only man in my life. I know now you'll always be the only woman." She stopped. 'Damn , I hope I didn't get all Fatal Attraction on you there."

I didn't even notice at first that I had a tear rolling down my cheek. We stood and kissed and hugged and would have gotten more passionate if Peanut hadn't snuck up on us.

"Can we have dessert?"

It was the beginning of the weekend so the streets were crowded, well lit and we felt safe. We sat on a park bench and watched little Patti eat her ice cone next to a fountain.

"So...Patti, Peanut...she'd be cool with us? I mean, you and me?"

"Totally. She knows the birds and bees stuff and all about the extras."

"Really?" I noted that Chloe was smiling but, like a good mom, had not taken her eyes off her daughter. At that moment I felt the need to clear something up. "Chloe...about what you said to me in the bar...I mean, what I THINK you said to me...Maybe I didn't hear--"

"I said it."

"Oh. Well, You know that anything we did or talked about in the past...what I mean to say is--"

"You want me to know that Peanut is safe with you."

"Yeah! Exactly. After all, she's a beautiful child but of course--'

"You'd like to lick her pussy"

"Yes. I mean NO! Stop doing that!" She knew I hated when she kept interrupting me.

Chloe stood up and I feared I had said it all wrong. She looked me dead in the eye with a strange mixture of warmth and seriousnesss. "I'm going to take the Peanut home now. It's past her bedtime. I want you to come to our house tomorrow for dinner and spend the night. Okay?"

I nodded. She stepped close to my ear like she did earlier. "And , yes, I want you to lick her pussy."

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I showed up early with a bottle of Riesling for Chloe and some ice cream for Peanut. The house was modest but beautiful with a classic porch just right for a swing and a fireplace in the master bedroom. Keith had obviously done well with his stocks and life insurance. I felt a little over-dressed in my standard power suit. The lovely girl, wearing loose pajama bottoms and a Curt Cobain T-shirt, met me at the door and hugged me and I realized it was our first real close contact. She felt small and warm as she reached around my waist and pulled her body into mine. She smiled and said "I'm glad." then led me to the kitchen where Chloe took my jacket off and hugged me. She felt not-so-small and warm and she made a point of brushing her breasts against mine as she pulled away. The food smelled terrific. We poured the wine and Chloe took me for a tour of the house. Soon we were eating a delicious arroz con pollo and talking about Washington and London and motherhood and anything but what was on my mind. Then I started to notice little glances back and forth between mother and daughter. At the end of dinner, as Peanut dutifully cleared the plates into the kitchen, Chloe answered the first question that was in my head: "A year ago." she smiled with a slight blush, "I'm still not sure if I seduced her or she seduced me."

Little Patti was a precocious child from an early age. She seemed ahead all of her friends in social knowledge and was particularly aware of her young sexuality.

"You'll see what I'm talking about. Peanut! Ready for dessert?"

Yah! I heard her say, only it did not come from the kitchen but upstairs.

Chloe produced a joint out of thin air (a tribute to Grandma Rose) and inhaled, then handed it to me. "Like old times, huh? How was the pot in England?" Almost none-existent, I exhaled, feeling the old buzz hit me fast. It's good stuff, she said, one toke'll do ya.

"Chloe..." I hesitated as she gently took my hand to go upstairs, "I dunno...I mean I just met your girl last night. Wouldn't this be too soon? I mean for her?"

Chloe took one more hit and left the roach in an ashtray."You heard about the Latency period kids are supposed to go through? I don't believe little Patricia was in the room when they passed those out. You'll see." Then Chloe looked at me with warm eyes. "She's always known you. I've told her about the first time we met; we fought remember? I told her about the friend who respected my love for her father. Who lent me money even when she barely had any, who reminded Keith when it was my birthday. Now you get to meet my little peanut. Come on."

Now I was standing in what seemed to be the most comfortable bedroom ever. There was a large four-poster bed out of some classic movie and the fireplace was lit. Peanut was closing the curtains against the darkness and Chloe was pulling a lovely chair close to the fire and motioning for me to sit. Suddenly we were all uncertain as to what we should do next.

"Chloe, make Anna feel comfy and I'll be right back." She went into the adjoining bathroom. The seven-year-old sat in front of me and took my heels off and began to rub my feet and all I could do was dumbly smile at her as she kneaded her little hands over my ankles. She was quiet now, not a chatterbox, and smiled back as I found myself studying her face. Her hair didn't seem so thick now and was pulled back. I marveled at the smallness of the child; her delicate little ears , her pert nose and her oh-so-soft skin. I reached down to stroke her cheek and her eyes closed with a smile.

Chloe came back, wearing her snug jeans and just a black bra, (damn what a perfect figure)and sat next to her daughter. We chuckled nervously about this and that for a bit and then I mentioned just how identical they looked. Yah, Peanut piped, we even have the same mouths. I agreed. They even smiled the same. That's because we're meant for each other, Chloe said, watch.

"Peanut, kiss me." The mother and daughter leaned into each other and touched lips ever so gently and briefly. Yes they had the same smile but when the girl's small mouth met her mother's full rich lips I felt a flush come over me. "Now a 'mmm' kiss." Chloe instructed and the two kissed again, this time it was a soft and prolonged touch which ended with wet lips. Peanut leaned back and playfully shrugged her shoulders as she had definitely enjoyed that. She was watching my face most of the time. Chloe looked at me and I could see that old sexual fervor in her eyes. "It gets better." she purred and slid off her bra to let her perfect breasts bounce out. She claimed that childbirth had changed her nipples but all I saw were perfect conical-shaped tips that were perhaps a little darker than eight years ago. Peanut latched on to one tit and her suckling caused Chloe to grunt softly as she continued to watch my eyes. She gently cupped her hand on the back of her daughter's head and pressed slightly into her flesh as her other hand began circling her other breast, fingers circling her totally stiffened nipple. Her eyes closed for a moment in mild ecstasy and though I wanted to touch myself right then i felt I was overdressed and would cause a distraction

Chloe opened her eyes and softly drew peanut away from her booby leaving a thin string of saliva from nipple to mouth. She stood and shimmied her pants and panties off, showing off her wonderfully perfect tits and pussy. She sat on the bedside ottoman and, still watching my face with a devilish smile, parted her legs obscenely, letting the soft-petaled lips of her cunt open like a flower. Without a word but glancing a grin back at me as she walked on her knees to her mom, the seven-year-old began licking her mother's pussy. Chloe finally took her eyes off me and,looking down at her little one, began stroking the girl's hair as her head covered the action.

"Ohh, baby..." Chloe moaned and closed her eyes as her little one made wet sounds in her cunt. Peanut was on her hands and knees and started swaying her pint-sized ass in front of me. It was then that I noticed the letter P embroidered on each cheek of her sweatpants. The letters were small and appeared noticeable when her backside was sticking up and out. And what a backside for a seven-year-old. Small but perfectly formed, like her mother. I was tempted to reach out and pull her pants straight down but checked myself as I knew this show belonged to these two.

Chloe finally moved her young one's face from her bush and licked some of her own juices from Peanut's face. She turned her daughter around for me to see her face was sopping wet and smiling. "Hey," Chloe said in Peanut's ear as they both looked at me, "Somebody's wearing too much clothes."

"Yah. Me too?"

"You too, baby." Chloe moved behind me and like a magician had slipped her hands under my blouse, unsnapping my bra from the front before I even realized. With my shirt still on, Peanut could only see the form of her mother's hands as they barely touched the tips of my nipples causing me to shudder. The slightest contact was driving me wild and the little girl stood, watching my face as she ran her fingers thru the slick wetness on her chin.

"Doesn't she look delicious with my cunt juice on her, Anna? Go on, baby, take your shirt off. Show Anna your little tits."

Peanut pulled her top off and I quietly gasped. She had a beautiful boy's chest of flawless complexion and her nipples were strikingly pink, about the size of dimes and just as flat. I could see a teeny bb in the middle of each one. "Believe it or not that's her real erogenous zone.", Chloe breathed in my ear as she she kneaded my nipples between her fingers., "If you latch on to that little bump you can make that child come.". Peanut slid her sweatpants down and I was treated to the sight of a smooth hairless slit that that made her seem even younger as she stood. She kicked the garment away and there stood before me was the naked little girl of my dreams. She playfully covered her bald tiny cunt with her hands and and was unconsciously slipping her pink tongue over her lips. Soon I was only in my panties and I approached the girl at her mother's urgings. She giggled when she saw how wet my panties were and in a flash I had lifted her petite frame, laid her on the bed and, with nodding approval from Chloe, put my nose to her baby's cunt.

Now mind you I have always loved Chloe's pussy perfume and would even try to recall the scent whenever I diddled myself. At seven, my half-sister Alison had a delightful bouquet as well. But nothing prepared me for how deliciously fragrant this little one was. My nose just hovered over her flawlessly smooth slit and I felt my head spin a little as I breathed in her nectar.

"Amazing, isn't it?" Chloe said, her face suddenly next to mine, "sometimes I carry her scent on my finger to work. It's that good. Taste."

My tongue pushed gently into her slit and I was greeted by a giggle and a rush of slick honey that I drank with glee. I pulled her simple lips apart and saw just how wet this child was. I looked up at the girl and saw that she was biting her lip in anticipation. As I lapped this schoolgirl pussy her mother pulled my panties down and began to do the same to me. I was in heaven as I felt a wet tongue on my asshole and Peanut's small body in my hands. I lifted her legs and admired her crinkly pink button twitching under her plump bald pussy. Both seemed to be winking at me and I lathed a puddle of saliva to her hole before pressing into it with my tongue, feeling her anal muscles both give and resist. At the same time I nudged my nose onto her clit, feeling the pea-sized nub roll about in the slick wetness. When the girl came it was an orgasm of uninhibited joy, some much like a woman without losing the child in her. Yep, definately no latency period here. Since Chloe's mouth was on my cunt at the same time I soon came as well, deliriously nipping at the child's buttcheeks as I wailed.

Soon we were all naked and on the bed. Chloe and I were wrapped in each other's arms the way we've always wound up only this time she had one leg raised so that her daughter could feast on her honey box. We propped some pillows behind us so we could admire the little seven-year-old's smooth, unblemished body as she lapped at her mother's cunt. Chloe's arms would tighten around me from time to time as the girl was working her fervor up slowly. Chloe's face was gradually glazing over as she realized what a turn-on it was to be in my arms, watching my face, me playing with her nipples and her baby girl eating her pussy and now sneaking a small finger into her butt. "Oh god", she moaned as last, "it's how I imagined it would be" the last words barely got out as she began bucking in my arms and cumming, her fingers digging in my arms and her face beautifully contorting.

We lay in bed for a while with the youngster between us. She giggled at the attention as we lovingly licked pussy juice off her cheeks. Mmm, just like ice cream, Chloe said.

"Ice cream!! Mom! Isn't it time for ice cream?" We laughed and told Peanut to dress before she went downstairs and off she scampered. Watching her little backside as she hopped into her panties was a delight. Chloe turned my head and gave me a kiss that turned passionate and we pressed our naked bodies together. It felt like that bed was the perfect world for us at that moment. "Well?" she asked after we pulled away to catch our breaths, "What do you think?"

I weighed my thoughts quickly. "I think she's an amazing girl; I think you're an amazing mother; I think this is a fuckin' amazing wild situation and I think... I have to pee."

"Oooh," Chloe purred, "like some help?"

"Ah, still one of your favorite kinks. Always ready to make you smile. But...what about...?"

"Are you kidding? It's one of her favorite kinks, too."

"Really!?" I sat up. "Seriously? Jeez, you are one damn lucky mom," I laughed.

Peanut ran into the room. "Mom! I can't find the ice cream scoop."

"Just use a large spoon--waitaminnit, didn't i tell you to put some clothes on?" Little Patricia just smiled and pointed at the panties she was wearing as if that was good enough. Believe me, a seven-year-old beauty wearing only pink panties was just fine for me.

Chloe took my hand. "Alright, smartass, forget dessert for the moment. We have to go to the bathroom. " Peanut's face lit up with an impish grin. Okay, she piped up, then suddenly "Oh!" and she ran out of the room. I looked at Chloe curiously.

"It's okay. She's a smart kid. She's gone to put the ice cream back in the freezer."

Her bathroom was like the bedroom; warm and cozy. She had a large jacuzzi tub. Again I felt this was a mother-daughter experience I was about to watch and wasn't sure what my part would be. Peanut rushed in and as we talked she brushed her delicate fingers through my sparse bush. She had commented on my pussy earlier. Her mother had delicious pink lips that splayed out like an O'Keefe flower. My slit was very much like the girl's; a straight line with just a slight nub at the top where my clit was hiding. "You know if I shaved down there, we would look like sisters." Peanut grinned broadly at this idea.

"AHEM", Chloe dead-panned, standing in the tub with her legs apart, "Peanut honey, I have to pee." She pulled her cunt lips apart and waited as her little one stepped in the tub and knelt down. The girl positioned her face in front of Chloe's and opened her mouth dutifully, looking at me to make sure I was watching. My fingers began tracing over where the girl's hand was a minute ago. There was a quiet tension in the air as the little one held her position under her mother. Chloe was looking at her and then at me and then back. I nervously chuckled. She was trying to let it flow. Peanut announced to Chloe that she was waiting without closing her mouth and we laughed at how well she managed to say it. Suddenly I saw a shot of pee leap into Peanut's mouth. Chloe sighed and then a full stream of yellow liquid burst through two inches of air and into the child's open mouth. My fingers started swirling around my clit. I leaned in closer as the piss flowed back out of her mouth and down her flat chest, soaking the front of her pink panties. Then Peanut tapped her mother's leg and Chloe cut the flow. The girl then stood and , with a full mouth, started to kiss and nibble her mother's belly button, allowing the piss to dribble down the woman's belly and legs. I was nudging my finger just under my clit and feeling the lust build inside me when Peanut went back down and starting drinking more fresh pee. This time she pressed her face snug into her mother's cunt, her mouth right at the source. Again Chloe lovingly stroked the back of the child's head as she filled the kid's mouth with what seemed to be an endless flow. Again the girl tapped her mother's leg and when she began dribbling more pee down her quivering belly Chloe peed some more, straight onto Peanut's boyish chest. in response the little pixie hugged her mother's asscheeks pulling herself tight to her body and I could see the golden water pooling between them. As the flow subsided they held on to each other and sank to the floor of the tub, giggling and laughing and Chloe's hand was at her cunt. I think she got off quickly but I wasn't sure as I was cumming at that moment, my legs buckling under me.

When I'd caught my breath I saw that I was sitting on the edge of the tub. Chloe was sitting akimbo with Peanut in her lap. they were in a small sea of yellow. Don't you have to go? Chloe asked. Oh yeah, that's right. I could feel the small aching pain of having held it too long. I swiveled about, opened my legs and after a second, let loose with a sloppy spray that showered the two. I couldn't help but notice my pee was as clear as water. Then it became a more controlled stream that I aimed at Chloe's full breasts. I loved the way my pee cascaded off her boobs. Peanut put her mouth to my cunt and sampled some but I noticed she had made a face and thought she didn't like my type of piss. But as I continued to pee she put her face right in my pussy and let the liquid roll over her nose and mouth. I could hear Chloe cumming again. I lowered myself into the tub and Peanut straddled me and without a word began peeing on me. Honestly I was too tired to come anymore but, as if she understood, she just sat her petite body on my lap and kissed me gently as her bright yellow piss flowed out of her bald slit and over my pussy. The heat of her liquid was indescribable.

Chloe let the liquid drain and then started up a hot bath. Peanut insisted on tossing in a little bubble bath. All i could do was lean back and soak in the warmth.

"I must be getting old," I lamented, "I'm exhausted.'

"That was fun!" Peanut cheered, "You guys are the bestest! Can we have ice cream after this?"

My thoughts of amazement for this little girl must have seemed obvious to Chloe. She looked at me with a contented face that still held her bedroom eyes.

"Well," she grinned, "now you know why I named her Peanut."