My Lover And Her Daughter

by hornykate

My girlfriend's name is Tammy. I'm Steph. We're both old enough to know better. She's 28, I'm 30. She's a blonde bombshell, I'm a lean mean brunette. When we first met, she dressed in such a frumpy way I couldn't really tell what shape she was. It was all baggy sweaters, long horrid skirts. Her ex was an insecure control freak. Thought every man that looked at her was after her. He was a wanker. Hated him. One day the worm turned and she got rid. Just like that. I was so happy for her. She still dressed like a pig farmer so I suggested we go out for a girly day and get her dressed up. And when we did, wow! Double wow! It was like having a present that you think is a bowling ball but when you open it, it's actually a beautiful china doll. And she was beautiful.

"I feel like a different person" she said. And she was. I'd started the day with Farmer Giles and finished it with Barbie.

Our affair started that night. We'd ended up in a lively bar and we went to the ladies together, and I kissed her there. And she responded. She knew I was a lesbian but I had no idea she had any feelings that way for me. I chanced my arm and got lucky.

We went back to her place, paid the baby-sitter (oh, didn't I mention? She has a daughter. Must've slipped my mind! More of that little cherub later) and made love in her living room. Over the next few months we had sex in the kitchen, the bathroom, on the stairs. She was insatiable. I didn't mind! I think it was a reaction to her years of being controlled and belittled by the wanker. But it wasn't just the quantity, it was the quality. She developed a more and more kinky side. Examples? She loved sex in public. On the bus. In the library! And she wanted to fuck the vacuum cleaner. Seriously. And a dog. Not at the same time. That'd be beyond kinky. She really was a different person.

During this time I spent a lot of time at her house and got to know little Amy (she's the cherub). She was such a darling. I'd told Tammy she was gonna be a real heart-breaker. She was blonde like Mummy but her looks were her dad's. (I wont mention him again, promise.) She was cute and sassy, with a twinkle in the eye. An eight year old bouncing with health and beauty.

I'd never taken much notice of younger girls but this little dynamo got to me. She grew to like me too. We'd all sit snuggled on the sofa watching a soppy movie, Amy wondering why we were crying when Tom Hanks finally meets Meg Ryan on the Empire State, passing us hankies from a box of Kleenex.

One day Amy was in the bath, and we adults were making out on the sofa like teenagers, when suddenly, Amy wasn't in the bath. She was stood in front of us. She was used to us kissing, that wasn't the problem. What WAS however was that she had on a white towelling bath robe and it was not tied, so I was staring at the perfect unblemished body of an eight year old girl. And I must've been staring coz Tammy clicked her fingers in front of my face, like a hypnotist. It wasn't subtle on my part but the moment passed. We ate, watched a movie, Amy went to bed, we went to bed. Of course we made love. Tammy seemed more animated than usual, which was saying something. She seemed 'hotter'. Afterwards, after the rockets had exploded and the sparks had floated to earth, she said

"You were staring at Amy weren't you." I was rumbled. I tried to say that, not having kids, I was a little taken aback at Amy's nakedness, I hadn't expected it etc. It sounded hollow even as I said it.

"Isn't she perfect." she said, like she'd not heard me. "I don't blame you for staring. I'd have stared too."

"What?" I said.

"Is she too young?" she continued.

"Too young for what?"

"Oh Steph, you're such a prude. Sex of course. She really likes you." I sat bolt upright.

"Are you trying to set me up with your daughter? You are. My god I knew you were kinky but...Amy? She's only eight!"

She shrugged, like she'd just suggested a SLIGHTLY bad idea like we eat toast in bed. "Yeah, she's eight. And you were staring at her. Don't give me your 'no kids' crap. Tell me," she softened her voice.

"I wont be shocked, didn't you think, just passing, about touching her?" I put my head in my hands. She'd got me.

"Oh Steph," she put her arms around me.

"It's OK. Shall I tell you a secret? She touches herself. I've watched her."

I'm ashamed to say I was getting aroused. "Really?"

"And you're gettin wet thinkin about that aren't ya, naughty girl." She had her hand between my legs.

"Yeah she touches herself up. Maybe she's thinkin bout you." I admit I was seriously aroused, the memory of her in her bath robe still with me.

"My god Tammy, this is mad. She's just a little girl." She slid another finger inside me.

"She gets wet," she said.

"What?"

"She gets wet, when she touches herself, I can see it on her finger. Why don't we all sleep in my bed tomorrow! See what happens."

I was dumbstruck. My lover was offering me her daughter. And I think I was going to say yes...