While The Mouse Was Away The Cat Did Play, part 2

by hornykate

So there we were, in the hallway, she now naked, me wishing I was. I realized she looked rather vulnerable so I dutifully put a pair of Ruth's panties on her. She was still wet (though I think I was wetter!) so I needed to dry her. We couldn't stay in the hallway and I quickly went through the options of where to go. Living room? Better option. Neutral. Non-suggestive. Or bedroom? An option fraught with problems. It's less neutral. It's more suggestive. So bedroom it was!

I had no plan. Honestly. At that point I convinced myself I was acting in a purely maternal way. But her softly spoken acceptance of my suggestion to remove her sodden panties was gently echoing through my mind. I manoeuvred her to the bed and gently sat her down. I began by drying her beautiful little feet, and working my way up her legs. She willingly parted her legs to allow me to dry her inner thighs. I couldn't control my poor heart. I had to stop before IT did. So I climbed onto the bed and sat behind her so I could dry her shoulders, her hair, her back.

She was still naked apart from the panties but she seemed fine with the situation. Then I began softly rubbing her front with the towel. Gently over her chest, down to her slightly chubby tummy, a most beautiful kissable tummy. Then, praise the patron saints of little girls, that's when she leaned back to rest her head on my chest.

"Are you OK sweetheart?" I asked. She gave a suprisingly lewd gutteral response, like a miniature tiger having its ears stroked.

My hand was by now busying itself exclusively on her baby soft tummy.

"The towel's wet," I half-whispered, "I don't think we really need it anymore. Do you?"

"I don't think so, no." she whispered back. The towel went, so there I was stroking her stomach with my bare hand. The skin on skin felt utterly wonderful. And then, there it was again. The parting of her legs. I found it hard to catch my breath. I actually felt scared. The panties she was wearing fit Ruth fine but were a touch small for Beth and from the position in which we were now half lying I could clearly see her darling little pussy lips clearly outlined.

My fingers were now tracing the line of the waistband. I was almost on auto-pilot.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

"I think you're dry now." She just shook her head 'no' so I continued my stroking of her hem-line. And again, her legs parted. It was now almost obscene. Deliciously so of course. Little girls can sit showing their panties all day long and when it's artless like that it's fine. But when an eleven year old is consciously opening her legs in such a salacious way it's a different story.

Our lives are made up of decisions. Many don't affect us too much but some are life changing. I was on the cusp of one of those decisions. For it was then that she tilted her head backwards and looked up at me. So I kissed her, I lowered my head and kissed her on the lips. I couldn't believe it even as I did it. She looked up at me then closed her eyes so I kissed her again. For longer this time. And it didn't feel real until she opened her mouth. Oh my lord. Have you ever kissed such a young girl? Your heart beats like a humming birds', your skin prickles, your mouth is dry and you are wordless. It was a kiss of such delicate fragility the thought of seeking her tongue with mine seemed almost bestial but I had to go further. My tongue slid into her open mouth and she responded by touching my tongue with hers. And I hadn't even realized it but my fingers had at last slipped below the hem-line of her panties. I'll rephrase that. Slipped below the hem-line of MY DAUGHTER'S panties. And that thought was as other-wordly as the fact that I was kissing and gently fingering her eleven year old friend. For I was by now fingering her little cunt. And, thank the stars, she was kissing me back and was gently moaning into my mouth.

I don't know why but I was surprised at how wet she was. And I was conscious of my daughters panties getting wet because of my actions. We broke our kiss and she spoke.

"You're naughty, Mrs Archer."

"You're right, I am. But I found you impossible to resist. And call me Anne, baby." She asked me to kiss her again.

"I've been kissed before." she said.

"Really? Who's been kissing my little baby then?" I know you're ahead of me and I should've seen it coming but I genuinely didn't.

"You wont be mad at me?" she asked. A massive hint but I missed it.

"Of course not sweetheart. Who's the lucky boy."

"It wasn't a boy."

And that's when it clicked. And the machinery in my mind started clicking into overdrive.

"Have you guessed yet?" she asked.

"I think so. Do you just kiss?" and as I asked I put my hand back inside her panties (my daughter's panties, oh my god) and started rubbing her little clit.

"Or do you do other things?" I was almost choking on my words. I wanted to know. I didn't want to know. I didn't know whether I wanted to know.

"Just kiss..." she said, "so far."

...to be continued (?)