My Times With Chloe, 1992 -- Part 6

by HoneyWest

I was humming on the plane as we sat on the tarmac. The weather was dreadful, with high winds and rain that came down in sheets. Due to some traffic back-ups it's been 45 minutes since we've landed and we still hadn't reached our gate yet. It didn't matter. Nothing seemed to bother me lately. I hummed pleasantly to myself as others passengers eyed me irritably at my lack of irritation.

I'd been humming for the last three weeks. That's when I'd re-connected with my lover and childhood friend, Chloe. In a very short amount of time I'd found an old love I had missed for so long and a new love that has changed my look on life. Since I've tasted the joys that are Chloe and her little daughter Peanut (Patricia to the school board) I've come to realize that there was something missing in my life that these two are determined to make sure I get. I continue to do well with my career but now it seems I have something to come home to after the job.

Chloe wants me to move in with them. I've seen no evidence that my firm would have any problems with my lifestyle or sexual orientation as long as I'm low-key and continue to do a good job, but I haven't given up my apartment in D.C. as it's still convenient to work. I'm sent to all parts of the country at least 2 to 3 times a month. I do tend to drive straight from the airport to Chloe's beautiful house and into the arms of my ...well as Chloe says it, my family.

After eight years of being a single career woman, I've now been re-experiencing the fun of a home life; coming home to the smells of a home-cooked meal, snuggling on the couch watching Mystery Science Theater 3000, baking pot brownies (we were after all baby-boomer stoners) . And, yes, I've been humming a lot at the office. Despite the orgiastic activities I've related in my last chapter, we do not engaged in constant sex every night. Most nights, after all, are school nights and little Peanut has homework and high grades she has to maintain, as well as her hobbies and new cheer-leading classes. Chloe and I make love or just cuddle, making up for lost time in massaging each other. When the weekend comes we take the Peanut into bed with us and spoil the daylights out of her.

Now the thought of this girl is what truly gets my juices flowing. I love Chloe, of course. but I think I'm becoming obsessed with her seven-year-old daughter. It's not just the sinful thrill of molesting this beautiful child, of french-kissing a miniature version of Chloe, of carrying her pussy scent on my fingers to work (Chloe was right); it's the girl herself. Precocious beyond her years, Peanut has a twinkle in her eyes and a constantly working mind that never fails to amaze me. Oh hell, and it's really the sinful thrill of molesting her.

Despite the delays I arrived early in the day. My pager went off as I was deboarding and I called Chloe at her store. Though she's financially set and doesn't need to work, she truly enjoys it and the people she works with. "Hi there, Gorgeous," she answers (she's so sweet), "are you heading for home?" Sure, I say, thought I'd cook you some dinner this time. I couldn't wait to show her my surprise.

"Actually we're doing inventory tonight so I won't be home till late. Can you do me a favor and rescue Mrs. Nelson from the Nut?"

I felt a small thrill run thru me. On the days her mother worked late Peanut would go from school to the neighbors house and help Mrs. Nelson with her newborn twins and whatever. This means for the first time I would have the Peanut all alone to myself. Sure, I said, no problem.

Chloe's voice was sly. "And don't wear her out. She has cheerleading trials tomorrow. Bye, love."

Damn, I smiled, what a woman. I must have unknowingly helped a leprechaun sometime in the U.K. to get this kind of reward. Every time I've been at the house naturally both mother and daughter were home. It's been heaven but part of me (all of me, actually) has wanted some time to play with this kid on my own. A week ago I had some minutes with the little vixen when I came to the house about this time and met the Peanut on the porch. We went into the kitchen and talked and flirted and she sat at the table silently inviting me to sit on the floor in front of her. I felt wonderfully depraved; a grown woman and a seven-year-old girl alone together and intimately close. She was wearing jeans that were a little loose for her small frame and I pushed her small legs apart and rested my arm and head on her lap. As we talked I would bring my face in between her coltish limbs and try to draw her scent thru the heavy denim. At one point she pushed her pelvis forward. "It's easier if you put your nose closer." she grinned and I responded by pressing my face into her lap, breathing in a hint of her perfume. I heard her sigh as I nuzzled my chin over the sweet spot. Just then the back door opened.

"Anna, get your face out of my daughter's crotch and help me with these heavy bags." We laughed and brought in the groceries. I wanted to be sure everything was cool with Chloe. "That got me hot, seeing that." she kissed me, "You are SO getting laid tonight."

My thoughts snapped back to now. I could see the school bus far up the road , already past Peanut's stop. The rain was coming down strong and steady and it seemed as dark as dusk. I pulled over when I saw two kids with backpacks just walking normally in this torrent. I rolled down my window and Peanut waved brightly. "Aunt Anna! Hi!"

"Hi-- Listen, get in the damn car, both of you, Now!"

They hopped in. Peanut introduced her friend, Darla. She was a year older and a bit pudgy but a lovely face. Nice to meet you, Darla, I tried to sound authoritative, don't you kids believe in umbrellas? Or running out of the rain?

"We forgot our umbrellas." Peanut said, "and we're a block and a half from home. We'd be just as wet if we ran than if we walked."

"So we walked." Darla agreed matter-of-factly.

I sighed like a parent is supposed to do and stopped at Darla's house. They chattered about cheerleading and then Darla started to run out of the car, stopped and tapped on the passenger window. I rolled it down. "Thanks, Miss Anna, and... you're very pretty." and then she ran into the house.

"What was that all about?" I asked myself aloud.

"Nuthing," Peanut responded, "She just thinks you're pretty. I do too." She smiled. Hmmm, I thought. Then I looked at the girl in the back seat and saw she was soaking wet. "C'mon, let's get you home."

It started pouring even harder as we ran from car to porch and we were both soaked in that short sprint. I lifted her backpack off and ordered her upstairs to start a hot bath. That's when I realized how hungry I was.

When I entered the bathroom the tub was filled and steaming. Peanut gave me a gorgeous view of her soft backside as she lowered it bit by bit into the hot water. That's too hot I said.

"No it's not." she protested but when she lifted her butt a little I could see her skin was bright red. I turned on some cold water to make up the difference. I then raised my wet skirt and sat on the loo to pee. Peanut leaned forward to listen to my tinkling. "Anna? Are we gonna play?"

"Would you like to play?"

"Yah. My grades are real good and I hate waiting for the weekend. Are you gonna get in the tub with me?"

"No." I said wiping myself, "There's some wings in the microwave. We going to have dinner first. Now make your tub short and come down in ten minutes, okay?"

"Okay." She turned off the water and leaned back. To a girl as small as Peanut this tub was like a small pool. "Anna? Why don't you live with us?"

I stripped down to bra and panties and put on a robe. I don't think this young one realized how excited I was with her naked in the bath. "I spend most of my time here you nut. Besides, you might get tired of me."

"Never!" she exclaimed. "hey, you wanna see something? I have a surprise."

"I have a surprise too," I said as I stepped over and looked down at this child's lovely boyish body submerged in the now still water. Her compact frame of smooth flesh, untanned, hairless and deliciously pink, spread before me and her legs opened up to allow my eyes to feast on that plump little mound and tight -looking slit. Then I groked what she wanted me to see as a cloud of bright yellow began to grow between her legs. I smiled and gasped as I spotted the minute opening from where her pee was coming out and she was giggling as she saw my expression. Damn, when I say she was bright yellow I mean she was practically flourescent. I put my hand in the ,wow, very hot water and felt the pressure of her flow on my finger as she continued to wizz in the tub. Vitamins! she giggled. With great restraint I pulled my hand out , kissed her and told to take a real bath and be down for dinner.

As we ate the sound of wind and rain reminded us how warm and cozy we were. Peanut was in her pajamas now even though it was still just late afternoon. I couldn't help but worry a little about this person. Sure when I was a kid we played games like Doctor and Show-Me-Yours-And-I'll-Show-you-Mine but but at seven I wasn't even remotely where this little moppet was in sexual experiences. Was it too young? Yes, she was precocious enough and certainly ready for it physically; but she was seven, dammit. Does she have control? Is she seducing her schoolmates or, worse still, her teachers? Will she say something wrong out in the real world that would get her Mom (and me) in trouble? Has any of this stopped me from rubbing my wet cunt on her sensitive nipples?

Both of us finished our plates in record time. Peanut downed her glass of milk. "Play time now?", she asked. I smiled. It was warming to know that she wanted this as much as I did. Go upstairs and wait naked, I said, I'll put the dishes in and take a quick shower. "No,' she countered, "I'll take care of the dishes and you go take a shower now!"

When I came into the bedroom wearing just a bathrobe, Peanut was stoking the fireplace and putting the fire screen in place. "I thought I said to get naked," still trying to sound authoritative, "you're still in your pajamas".

"Oh Aunt Anna," she said as if I had sounded silly, "you know you like to pull my pants down."

Damn, she was wise beyond her years. Yes, I do get extremely turned on when I get to hook my fingers in her waistband and feel her pants sliding down her shapely (for a seven-year-old) butt. Can't explain why. As I'm sliding her pajama bottom down I give her little buttcheeks a playful squeeze and grope and feel the demons kicking inside me. She reaches for my sash but I move away.

"Remember I said I had a surprise too?" I stood back and dropped my robe to reveal my newly shaven and waxed baby-pink pussy. ( I'd had it done on this last trip in Dallas). Peanut's mouth popped open in a gasp . Woow! she breathed. We stood in front of each other and marveled at how identical our bare slits were. (Her mother's pussy had layers of lovely petaled lips.) We hugged and I picked up her naked little body and rolled onto the bed. A grown woman and a young girl both in our birthday suits sliding our hands over our asscheeks. Her face was at my boobs and she took a nipple into her mouth and suckled to a point where I felt like I was high. I reached down for her pussy but she stopped me.

She grabbed a pillow and shoved it under my backside. "We have to kiss!" she announced, "Mommy likes this." With me on my back, the nimble child stood over me and, lifting my legs (with my help) and spreading them, she squatted down so that her bare pussy was inches from my bare pussy. I knew I would have been cramping my leg muscles in that position but--bless the young-- she had no problem hovering over my cunt and making the moment last. It's funny-- we really did have identical pussies; our lips seemed sealed shut. Her petite body looked almost elfish over my womanly frame. There was a silent tension as she brought herself down, stopped to smile at me, and then our smooth slits 'kissed'. Damn! The second our honeypots pressed together a flood of honey was set free and the girl began sliding our cunts together in a sea of fragant slickness. Damn I loved her smell. I arched my butt up further and Peanut was gyrating her pelvis and pratically sitting on my pussy. There's something surreal about the look of lust on a seven-year-old nymph and and when the child hugged my upturned leg and began humping our mounds together I knew she was close to an orgasm. It was if we were waiting for each other because when I started to come (and it was one of those wonderful slow-and-steady climbs) she began to buck and wail. In her squatting position it was not hard to slide my finger over her slicked butthole and by simply pushing in ever so slightly the little imp came hard enough that I saw her lean body flesh quivering. I bolted into a sitting position and as we tribbed I kissed her passionately and screamed my orgasm into her delicate little mouth.

Fot the next hour I had this child's body to myself. I fingered her rimmed little asshole and nibbled the small points on her pink nipples which seemed to drive her wild. We rubbed our cunt juices over our favorite parts just so we could lick each other clean. She had me on my hands and knees so she could part my cheeks and sniff, inspect, explore and swab my ass with her eager young tongue. Almost exhausted, she announced that it was time to pee so we jumped into the empty tub and reprised our earlier position. This time she was on her back with her pelvis pointed up and I hovered over her pussy. She began to pee upward and I wizzed down on her bald slit and as I closed the gap the pressure from our piss streams intensified until we were 'kissing' again. I watched as our smooth mounds merged, forcing golden liquid to burst out and down the young one's flat belly and chest. The sensation made me come as I was still relieving myself.

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As Chloe came in quietly later that night, I was standing at Peanut's bedroom door, watching her sleep. She was surrounded by about fifteen stuffed animals and I was always amazed at how she managed to slide in between them and still look comfortable. She looked angelic.

"Doesn't she look angelic?" Chloe whispered behind me.

"How was your inventory?" I whispered back as I closed the door.

"Good, I guess. Tiring. We have to wait for the results." She started to kiss me, stopped to sniff about, then gently slid her tongue in my mouth. I could tell she smelled her daughter's scent on my face. She smiled wearily. "I'm beat. My muscles ache and my period's nearly done. Could you massage this old body to sleep?" I took her hand and led her to the bedroom.She was snoring by the time I was rubbing her back. I didn't get the chance to show her my surprise.

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I was gone for another business trip and came back two days later to find myself at a party. Mrs. Nelson's husband was in the army and had stayed behind after the Gulf War had officially ended to oversee some military clean-ups. Now there was a welcome home bash and as I pulled up to Chloe's home (I know, it was upsetting her that I wasn't calling it 'OUR home') little Peanut ran over from the neighbor's house to drag me over. Naturally I didn't really know any of their family or friends (I did wave hi to Phil, the off-duty cop) but I located Chloe who introduced me to the Nelsons. He seemed like your basic polite army officer in civvies but she was lovely; petite and dark-skinned with a amiable personality. Then Peanut took me to where the babies were sleeping (easily despite the party noise).

"This is David and the one in pink is Rikki." Peanut proudly announced.

It took me a second. "David and Rikki Nelson?" They were adorable infants that seemed to strike up my maternal instints for a second before I remembered that I needed to have a baby like I needed a hole in the head. Having watched over them after school, Peanut beamed at them like a protective older sister.

I sauntered about being social. There were aunts and uncles, nearby neighbors and military buddies all having a good time. Aaron (Mr. Nelson) actually got home a day before but that was wife-and-family time. Now everybody was in a great mood and the beer and wine consumption was creating an even happier tone. I felt, though, people looking at me from time to time and i thought that was the 'oh, that's one of the next-door lesbians' kind of look but what the hell. What struck me, however, was Alicia (Mrs. Nelson) eying me when she didn't think I was looking and whispering to her husband. I noticed them consulting with each other and subtly checking me out as Aunt Mildred was informing me about her gall bladder problems. I felt a little insecure. Then Chloe began talking to them and they were doing the same damn thing; all three of them glancing my way. Chloe chuckled when she caught my eye and motioned me over. The four of us stepped out onto the rear patio to get away from the rising joviality.

It was simple, really. Aaron had to fly back to some army base up north for the weekend to get an award or something like that and he wanted to take Alicia with him. A romantic getaway, I figured. "Sooo,"Chloe smiled, "I figure the Peanut and I'll take care of the twins."

Alicia leaned in and whispered, "It's either that or Aunt Mildred and her gall bladder problems. Please say you don't mind."

"No problem." I assured them. I was wondering why it was necessary to gain my approval. It was, after all, Chloe's house and time involved here. And then it hit me. It was important to Chloe. To her (and to others, it seemed) I was an equal partner in this household. Perhaps I was still in Career Mode or something but I knew then that Chloe was taking something serious that I was still acting like a guy about: commitment. I had earlier told Chloe that I needed to stay at my apartment this weekend to finish the paperwork from my last few trips. She had said 'no problem' with a kiss. Now...

"In fact, I'll be off from work for the next week. So you needn't worry, Chloe will give the babies her full attention and I'll watch the Peanut." Alicia gave me a hug and then there were requests for the couple to go inside for photographs.

Chloe and I stayed out on the porch. She was still looking at me quizzically. "You said you had to work...?"

"Fuck 'em. I'll do the reports Monday morning. I'm overdo for some time off and I can use it to move my stuff over here. I'll need the sewing room for an office, though---" Chloe kissed me so fast and hard I spilled my drink on her.

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I spent the morning making arrangements with my bosses. It was less of a problem than I had imagined. They had already discussed concerns that I was working too hard and might be a candidate for burn-out if I didn't take a break soon so now I had solved that problem for them.

Aaron and Alicia had already departed by the time I arrived home (home...it does sound nice). Besides becoming friends with Chloe and getting to know her, Alicia's trust in her watching her twins was also based on how good a job she did raising little Patricia. The Nut would help Mrs. Nelson immeasurably during her after school times and was impressed with the child's responsible nature and ability to change diapers. Nonetheless I couldn't help but smile at the list of phone numbers Alicia had written down in case of emergency. Even the airport's telephone was listed.

It was a beautiful temperate day and I found Chloe sitting on the front porch swing with one of the babies in her arms. The other was in a portable bassinet next to her. She was playing 'Boogity-Boo' and getting happy squeals from the infant. We kissed and I asked if it was safe for them to be out in the daylight.

Chloe chuckled. "They're not vampires, silly. My goodness you really haven't spent much time around babies, have you?"

Actually no. And being in my early thirties I still hadn't seemed to develop maternal cravings or biological ticking of any kind. Chloe, on the other hand, seemed entirely at home with a mini person in her embrace. She stood and surprised me by placing tiny Rikki in my hands before I had a chance to object and I sat quickly down on the swing. I tried to look cool about it but felt like I was holding a rare Ming vase. Chloe laughed lovingly at my expression.

"Relax, Anna. Pretend she's a doll you used to hold as a kid."

"I never played with dolls all that much." I countered, afraid to move my arms that the child seemed to have snuggled into so nicely. "You shouldn't be whipping babies around in the air like that. What if I had dropped her?"

Chloe was now holding David and sat next to me. "You wouldn't of. Relax. There's a quote I remember: 'It's funny how the second baby isn't as breakable as the first.' Move her to your lap, she likes to play."

I have to admit Rikki was a charmer. These children were beautiful. Bright clear eyes, wispy hair and smiles that made you go 'awww'. Her fingers were so teeny-tiny. They wore matching jumpers except one was blue, one pink. She seemed to weigh nothing in my grasp. How old I asked. Eight months she replied, a gift from Aaron's leave from the gulf. The baby seemed to be watching me so I started making clown faces that I didn't know I had. I turned to see Chloe smiling at me.

The Peanut and her friend, Darla came running onto the porch. She ignored us and kissed each of the babies on the forehead. "Aunt Anna, you look cool with a baby on your lap; Mom, can I go help Anna get her stuff tomorrow?; Anna, give her raspberries, she likes that; mom, are the brownies ready yet?"

"Cripes, kid, slow down. No, the brownies aren't ready. You said the meeting doesn't start till four."

"Yeah, but we're hungry.'

"And you think you were going to have brownies for lunch? I don't think so."

And so the afternoon went. The kids were having a cheerleading meeting/party at Darla's. I went to the video store in anticipation of a quiet night with my love and two guests. Chloe laid a large quilt down on the living room floor so the babies had some crawling space. We had easily moved their cribs over from the Nelson's house. Soon dusk was settling and we were relaxing on the sofa watching them sleep. Peanut ran in for the brownies which were now cooled, cut into perfect squares and stacked attractively. The red plate, Chloe warned her daughter as she started to take the brownies on the white plate.The white plate? I asked. Those are for us, she smiled, my 'special' recipe.

And so we sat on this lovely evening, sipping wine and waiting for the pot brownies to kick in. Despite the rented films sitting next to us we just wound up talking. It was a joy that Chloe and I really enjoyed just conversing. I changed into my comfy robe while she changed diapers and she did the same while I watched our charges like a lifeguard at a busy pool.

"They're not going to run off on you, y'know" Chloe grinned when she came down the stairs.

"Yeah but that one really wants to crawl," I giggled. The brownie buzz was starting to kick in. It was the buzz we loved for sex but we were on baby-watching duty tonight. The phone rang and we knew it was Alicia checking in. As Chloe talked to her I marveled at the set of instructions Alicia had left; feeding times, formulas, etc. That's her third call today, I said, doesn't she trust you?

"Shush," Chloe replied, "she's a mom. I was worse than that with the Peanut."

It was a perfect night as well. Not too hot, not too cold. We put the stereo on a light classical station. After their feeding and burping and changing (again), we sat on the quilt like kids and let the infants try to crawl over our legs. They were wearing only diapers and their pink, chubby bodies had started to look appealing to me in a new way. Little David (I think) had a grip on my finger and wasn't letting go. I leaned back and let him drool on my arm. I asked if the Peanut was like this at that stage.

"Oh yes, just as beautiful. And she was kinda musical early on too. Whenever the radio was on she would try a baby kind of singing."

"Badly?"

"Yup." we laughed. I ran my hand over the soft plump skin of the baby. We were quiet for a moment.

"Chloe?" I started slowly, "did you ever think..."

"That the Nut and I would have our kind of relationship? Of course not at first. It was as I saw how... mature's not the word...ahead of herself she was with life. How she handled sex and how she handled the news of her father...leaving us. She just seems, well, ahead of her time."

"Aren't you worried that--"

"that it might get us in trouble? No. You know why? I explained to Peanut what the rules were and she said 'okay, I promise not to break them.' As you get to know my girl, you know that's good enough." I understood. Peanut made me feel the same way.

We were quiet again for a moment. "Chloe?"

"Did I lick my Peanut when she was a baby? Yes."

I sat up. Chloe bent down to blow a little raspberry in Rikki's tummy, causing her to squeal joyfully. She spoke matter-of-factly, "I can't imagine any mother at one time or another not giving their newborn a taste in the privacy of the changing room. Peanut had the cutest teeny-weeny pussy I'd ever seen."

I swallowed loudly. "Did, um... I mean, how--"

"Did it taste?"

"Goddammit, Chloe, stop finishing my questions. You drive me nuts."

We laughed. We were quiet again. There was definitely a sort of tension in the air. Chloe spoke softly. "I can't describe how she tasted. It's not 'honey' yet but it's nice. It's mostly..." she thought for a second,"It's mostly the sin of it all. the naughtiness of kissing your baby's pussy. I'd be wet for days. But you know what I really miss?"

No, I breathed excitedly, what?

"Feeding. I loved breastfeeding that baby. Wow did it get me hot. I would fuck the daylights out of Keith after a day of breastfeeding." She looked down at little Rikki. She then gave me a strange look. "I wonder..." She laid the baby on her back and opened her robe. I glanced around to make sure the curtains were all closed. Chloe slipped her garment back and, on her hands and knees, positioned her hanging boobs over the infant's face. I watched slack-jawed as her heavy hanging tit hovered over Rikki, whose arms were flailing about in an attempt to grab onto dinner. I swear her brown nipple was hardening and growing in front of my eyes as it lowered into the baby's mouth. Rikki's tiny fingers gripped into the sides of Chloe's meaty flesh as she began to suckle out of habit. Chloe raised her head, her eyes closed, and moaned. "Gawwd, it's just like I remembered."

I was confused. I've suckled Chloe's nipples lots of times.

"It's different, trust me.' she said when she saw my face. She laid on her side as the baby continued to feast, opened her robe fully and began to play with her bush. "Go ahead,'' she said throatily, "you know you're dying to."

I settled David on his back and discarded my robe entirely. I lifted my left boobie and guided my nipple to his mouth. A soft cold wetness engulfed my nub and I knew then what my lover had meant. This was different. No teeth, just gums and a single -minded determination for milk that, unfortunately, was not forthcoming. The infant didn't seem to mind, though, and just contently nursed as I slipped my fingers down to my bare cunt. I suppose it was the sinfulness of having a baby suckle me that got me hot. Or maybe it was watching my Chloe have her nippled sucked. Or maybe it was watching her masturbate as her nipple was being sucked. Or maybe it was her watching me diddle myself as I watched her. I voted for all-of-the-above and then reached down to unsnap little David's diaper. Chloe grinned at me as she plunged her finger deep into her cunt then brought it glistening to her lips where she coated the honey on like lip gloss.We scooched closer to each other without disengaging the babes from our nipples so she could lean in and let me taste her cunt-flavored mouth. at the same time she deftly undid the diaper I was having problems removing. I spread his chubby little legs to reveal the teeniest penis i have ever seen. It was more like a little mushroom cap that was the same size as his balls making it seem like he had three small marbles bunched together. The cap was so fleshy looking and was springy when I touched it.

"Wait." said Chloe huskily as she looked down to see that Rikki, tho still suckling, had fallen asleep. She pull her nipple out with a quiet pop that made us giggle then she shimmied over to David's crotch and began nudging his little weenie with her pert nose. My finger found my pussy again and, with a baby at my teat and my lover sniffing his tiny pee-pee, I knew I would be cumming soon. I was determined to make it a controlled orgasm as I didn't want to startle the infants but suddenly I was hit in the face by water. I yelped as little David peed a stream that shot into the air and started to go over my head and Chloe closed her mouth over his dickie to catch the flow. I came with my body shuddering as I watched her take it all in. When I came to my senses I quickly maintained that the infant was okay. He not only wasn't bothered he had fallen asleep still suckling. Chloe's face was right in front of me with a strange smile. Yes, I said quietly and she kissed me, letting the baby's pee flow into my mouth. It was warm and almost tasteless and it was delightfully wicked.

Chloe quickly took Rikki's diaper off as I was exploring David's wee-wee. I loved holding it between my two fingers and feeling it's cushyness and it seemed to have gotten a touch longer. Chloe had her nose right up to the infant girl's pussy and was inhaling the essence of her. We were both stoned, horny and feeling wonderfully depraved when we heard directly behind us:

"AHEM!"

Peanut stood there with her arms on her hips in a disapproving manner.

We were busted dead to rights and feeling downright sheepish as our hands had not let go of the newborn's genitalia. Little Patti was still wearing her cheerleading uniform and a look that was comically stern for a seven-year-old.

"Umm, how was the party, honey? Did you have a good time?" How silly Chloe must have felt, asking so casually while I still had David's tiny penis in my grip. Being naked didn't help. We were all quiet for a time and Chloe and I half expected to be sent to our rooms. Peanut continued her serious glare as she looked at me , then at Mommy, then at Mommy's finger on little Rikki's pint-size pussy. There was no real fear, though and as hard as she tried, the scowl was betrayed by a growing smile.

"Can I taste it, Mommy?"

Chloe's eyes arched. "Are you telling me you never tasted? All the times you changed her diapers?"

"Of course not, Mom, you made me promise to behave."

Chloe gave me a 'told ya' look. "Is the meeting really over? Have all the other kids gone home?" Yup said the Nut. "Is the back door locked? Are we secure?" Yup said the Nut.

"Then, why are you still dressed?"

Peanut started stripping down quickly. She really was fetching in that outfit but I preferred the natural look. She stopped at her panties and knelt down next to her mother to see the baby's tiny slit up close. They kissed and giggled and took turns lapping at the infant's chubby cunt. Rikki was awake again and was smiling toothlessly. I slid my fingers around the wetness in my crack and admired the sight of mother and child engaging in quality lewdness time together. They stopped to offer me a taste but I declined, opting instead to feast on the cheerleader's ass. No, she faintly protested, I might not be 'fresh'. "I'll be the judge of that " and I lifted her small butt up and pulled her panties down. Her face was still in the baby's crotch and her backside was now obscenely sticking up in the air affording me a gorgeous view of her boyish ass and pussy. Her hole was small and pink yet had a small pronounced rim around it. There was a hint of white residue from the day's natural emissions and it tasted tangy as I licked her pucker gently. I then made an 'O' with my lips and placed them firmly on the 'O' of her rim, like a kiss. I pushed my tongue through her opening, wiggling it past her anal muscle. "Ooh, Mommy" I heard her coo as I french-kissed her asshole and slipped a finger into her wet little crack. Peanut began that little shaking thing she does as I worked my magic on her holes. Chloe leaned back and masturbated while she watched her little girl lick the infant as I licked the little girl. Her one hand tweaked her left nipple as her other hand pistoned furiously in and out of her cunt. As Peanut's asshole gripped my tongue, I could see Chloe's face fog over with lust and I knew she wasn't far from the edge. "Baby..." she panted as her hand was making 'schlopping' sounds, "Peanut look at me." The girl lifted her head and the glazed look in her eyes did it for Chloe and she came hard. Hard enough to cause her breasts to quiver, hard enough to squirt a little juice on the quilt. I hooked my finger in the g-spot and the Peanut's young pussy gushed down my hand. The scent was sensational.

Lust had totally taken over me as it tends to when I'm with Chloe. I wanted to do everything to her that would make her cum and I wanted to cum all night. We switched positions as we sixty-nined and the Peanut would spread our asscheeks and lick the button of whoever was on top. I squatted over Chloe and she stuck her tongue up my butt as I held the infant Rikki up and let her pee down on us. I layed on top of Chloe and we kissed savagely as I ground my cunt into hers until we both came. Chloe was a sight afterwards, stretched out on her back, naked and breathing heavily, her body glistening with sweat.

"More." she panted and I laughed tiredly. Give me five minutes I said as I groped for something to drink. Suddenly we remember where we were and sat up to look around. While we had been busy pushing our hips together, the Peanut had cleaned, changed and diapered the babies and was putting them in their cribs. She looked at us and sighed like a parent is supposed to do.

"Oh baby, you're wonderful." Chloe beamed. The girl knelt down in front of Chloe.

"Mom, did you ever lick my pussy when I was a baby?"

"Well..." Chloe answered noncommittally. The Peanut kissed and hugged her, holding her embrace for an extra moment before pulling back and smiling into her eyes.. "My goodness what was that for?"

"That's for being the best mom ever." She then did the same to me. "And that's for being my best New Mom." She stood up. "Now I want you two to go upstairs and crawl into bed and sleep or fool around, I don't care. I'm sleeping down her with the twins and I'll do everything that needs to be done until you wake up in the morning. Now don't argue. Go!"

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When the Nelson's came home that Monday we were back on the porch enjoying another wonderful day. Alicia couldn't wait to hold her babies and gushed and cooed at them while thanking us profusely for watching them. The little tykes were bright-eyed, smiling and kicking their chubby little legs about. We were looking our Normal Family best although Aaron smiled at my new shirt I was wearing. The Peanut had taken a white ladies golf shirt and had embroidered the letter A on it just for me. It was lovely and the first handmade present I had received in quite some time. That the initial was in red just made everyone who looked at it smile. I guess someday I'll explain The Scarlet Letter to her but it wouldn't change my love of this treasure. Alicia complimented the Peanut on it and said she had great taste. Chloe and I smugly nodded in agreement.