My Painted Daughter - Part Two

by HumanLove

This is Part Two of the story. I have resubmitted Part One with some corrected errors.

I know this story is written from the point of view of a bodypaint fetishist but I hope someone shares my fantasy and can enjoy it.

Liz was happy that the weekend was over. It was early Monday morning and she was sitting at her desk in her office.

As Mia had announced, she had stayed at home the whole weekend. She also kept the painted-on shirt on her body until Sunday evening, which meant that Liz had watched her daughter sitting topless at the breakfast table, the painting somewhat smudged in the nipple area.

"I know what you did tonight, my dear," Liz thought to herself, "twisting and pulling that pair of nipples." Then she felt guilty again thinking this way... and her daughter running through the house with bouncing, blue-painted tits, watching herself in every mirror on her way, did not help either.

Several times she had the suspicion Mia was doing this on purpose, but she didn't have the courage to say anything because she still felt guilty from the arousal the sight of her topless, painted daughter had created in her. So she was kind of relieved when Mia went to shower later in the afternoon to scrub away the painting. Now on Monday, she still could not stop thinking about the last weekend.

Did she feel attracted to her daughter? Yes she did. Did she feel aroused by seeing her daughter painted and by actually doing the painting on her? Yes she did. And she felt one more thing, as well... her guilty feelings becoming more and more suppressed by lust.

When she came home late on this Monday evening she found a note on the kitchen table. She read:

"Hi, Mom! Thank you for painting me on Saturday! I liked it so much that I wanted to keep it on me until Sunday. I loved the feeling of paint on my skin, and it was such a good feeling that it was you doing it. Please, please Mom, can we do this again? Your daughter, Mia."

Liz sat there for nearly half an hour, quiet and thinking. Her daughter had behaved like an exhibitionist towards her on the weekend. Mia's attraction to paint was also kind of unusual. But on the other hand, Mia clearly had enjoyed it and it seemed to fire her sexuality, not to mention Liz's own feelings after watching her daughter painted and playing with herself. She decided that if this was the way to make the relationship between the two of them stronger, then she would do it as long she saw her daughter so happy and excited.

It was really late now, nearly 11 pm. Mia would be off to school tomorrow morning before Liz would get up, so she decided to write her daughter a note in return:

"My dear Mia! I am glad that you liked it. Let's talk about this tomorrow when you come home from school. I will be at home earlier. Kisses, Mom."

She put the note on the desk and went to sleep.

About 16 hours later Liz and Mia were sitting at the same kitchen table looking at each other. Both were kind of nervous and there was also a tension in the air.

Liz started the conversation: "As I wrote in my note, I am glad you liked the body painting. But I thought this was a one-time event provoked by the photos that you saw from Fantasy Fest. Seems I was wrong." She looked into the eyes of her daughter, expecting an answer.

Mia started talking as if she had expected that remark from her mother. "When you painted me I felt so close to you, something I hadn't felt for years. At the same time, when I saw and felt my skin disappearing under the paint it was like a transformation. I had to look at the painted shirt on me again and again. It felt like a part of me. I want to have that feeling again."

Her mother raised her eyebrows. "And what shall it be this time, the Egyptian design that you first wanted when you saw my photos?"

Mia looked down, apparently embarrassed. "No design. I just want you to paint on me however far and as much as you like, and with any paint you like." Liz opened her mouth to reply and then closed it. She had that tingle between her legs again. Should she do it?

She heard herself saying, "Just paint on you? You're feeling good with paint on your skin? Hmm." In her mind she remembered her daughter masturbating before her wardrobe, and she herself getting off watching her... and that became the deciding factor.

"Okay, Honey. You will get your way. But I want to clarify one thing that we haven't talked about yet. Keep this between us, please. You are only twelve and you're my daughter, not some mature women at Fantasy Fest. There are many people who would gossip about me if they knew I am painting my daughter. Got it?"

"Yes, Mom! Of course I won't tell anyone," Mia said frankly. "Are we doing this on Saturday again?" She looked like she would most like to start right now.

"Same time as last week, my dear," her mother replied. She smiled. "I'm looking forward to it." Mia jumped up and gave her mother a kiss on the cheek. At least she tried to, because just at that moment Liz turned her head. So unintentionally, instead of kissing her on the cheek, Mia's lips touched her mother's lips.

It was only for one or two seconds that her two lips met Mia's, but to Liz it felt like an electric shock. Even minutes later, when Mia was already in her room, she felt the warm, soft touch of her daughter's lips on her own. Liz had never felt anything like that. No kiss of a boyfriend or of Mia's father had ever given her the feeling that had come from her own daughters young lips.

Later that night when Liz woke up for a short time, she again found herself thinking about the feeling of her daughter's lips. All by itself her hand reached for the wet spot between her legs and within a short time a silent orgasm shattered her body and she fell back into sleep.

Saturday (again)

It seemed like a repeat of last week. Liz driving home from her business on a Saturday afternoon with paint supplies in the back of her car. But when she peeked into the house she saw no Mia waiting for her. She called for her daughter: "Mia, I'm home!"

"I am up here, Mom. In the living room," she heard a distant voice. Liz grabbed her gear and went upstairs.

Mia had prepared everything. The big towel was on the floor in front of the window to the garden. She had also gotten some water to mix the paints. She herself sat cross-legged in the middle of the towel wearing a white cotton t-shirt and gray jogging pants, her hair tied to a knot.

Liz put down her painting gear and hugged her briefly. Standing before Mia she looked at her from tip to toe. "So, my paint-crazy girl, you had nearly one week to think about today. I've brought all my gear." She pointed to the bag on the floor. "Make your choice!"

Mia leaned forward and started to rummage through the bag filled with bottles of paint. Her cleavage became visible and Liz could see her daughter was wearing no bra; her small breasts looked very tempting to Liz from this perspective.

"THAT's a cool color!" Liz was pulled suddenly out of her thoughts. Mia held up a transparent bottle filled with metallic gold paint. "I choose this color." She jumped up and walked back to the towel. Standing on it with her back to her mother she pulled the shirt over her head. With a small push with both hands and a sweeping motion with her ass, her pants also fell to the floor. Liz gasped. Her naughty little daughter was wearing nothing underneath. Her firm and nice ass cheeks were on display for her mother.

Mia lay on her stomach, her face on her crossed arms. She did not say anything; only her deep breaths were audible. Maybe she was now a little ashamed of her exposure. Liz knelt beside her. She tried to say something but could not utter a word. She opened the paint bottle and dipped her biggest brush in the golden, glistening paint.

When she touched her daughter between her shoulders, a shiver ran down Mia's body. Liz made long and even strokes with the brush, and in a few minutes Mia's back, shoulders and the backside of her arms were shiny gold. The first light touch on Mia's upturned cheeks created another shiver of pleasure in her daughter.

Starting from the hip bone, Liz circled the cheeks from the left to the right and back, then filled the inside of the circle with paint. She liked the wobbling she created when painting above the crack. As she continued painting the back of Mia's thigh, moving towards the hollow of her knee, she heard the girl muttering slightly.

"Sorry my dear, I didn't understand you. What's up?" Liz asked.

"You forgot to paint a place," she heard Mia muttering, louder this time. At the same time Mia grabbed her cheeks with both hands and pulled them apart, showing her butthole and her closed pussy lips. A small drop of moisture was running slowly down her lips.

"I must be crazy!" Liz exclaimed. "I can't do this."

"Pleeease, Mom. I won't tell anyone. It makes me feel so good. I want it everywhere!" She looked back to her mother with pleading eyes, her hands still spreading her cheeks.

Liz could not speak, she could not think, she only could act. Slowly, so slowly, Liz dipped the brush in the paint bottle and approached her daughter's butt with the brush. Going down from the top of her butt chink she reached the pink hole. With tender strokes she colored it golden. Then, in a crazy, audacious move she pressed the soft tip of the brush against Mia's sphincter.

Mia moaned, stammering "What are you..."

"You just said you want it everywhere" her mother smirked and continued to push in the brush, softly but steadily. She pushed it in only a few inches, pulling it back, going in again, and finally pulling it out. Mia was breathing heavily.

"You are now golden inside your butt, my paint-crazy girl. Now let's continue making you a golden piece of art." Liz painted her daughter's pussy lips even more tenderly. She decided not to push into it now, but to wait until she did Mia's front. She stopped for a moment and admired the young butt with the two delicate pussy lips shining golden in front of her.

Going faster again, she painted the back of Mia's legs and the soles of her feet, which caused some major giggling and laughing. Her girl's giggling was so contagious that Liz had to laugh herself and the tension eased a little.

"Please turn around now." she said to Mia. Mia turned around, sat down on her golden butt, stretched out her legs and leaned back on her hands so that her already painted back wasn't smudged on the towel. Her young face showed a storm of emotions; humor, shame, lust and joy. She watched her mother carefully as Liz continued to paint Mia's front.

"You are so quiet. Are you okay my little girl?" asked Liz. "I'm okay Mom. The paint is a little bit cool but it warms up quickly and I feel so - protected - when it covers my skin" Mia replied.

Liz started painting Mia's upper arms and forearms down to the back of the hands. Next was the chest. She had painted her daughters chest just one week before, but this time was different. She knew now her daughter loved the feeling of paint and, from the voyeuristic look into her room that night, that she also had sexual feelings.

So when Liz started to paint her daughters breasts this time, she did it with the intention of exciting her. She slowly painted the young, soft rounding of Mia's small breasts getting closer to the nipples, and then not only painting the nipples, but also moving them around, tickling and arousing them. Mia's nipples started to get hard from this treatment, they looked like two golden towers on two small shiny golden hills. Liz felt her own nipples harden from that sight.

Mia shifted her body back and forth slightly. Her breathing came faster, the small nipples became harder and harder. Liz bit her lip and concentrated on painting some small unpainted spots below the breasts.

As Liz continued to paint the belly, she still admired the golden gloss of her daughter's breasts. She decided to do the thighs and the front of the legs next, saving Mia's head and her secret valley for last. Liz became quite hasty painting Mia's legs, but then forced herself to do it more slowly and carefully. Again and again she dipped the flat brush into the paint bottle and colored her daughter golden in even strokes.

Finally she looked up from Mia's feet into her face. "Do you still want to be painted everywhere, my dear?"

"Yes I do," croaked Mia nervously. She looked down her golden body, only her head and her sex were now showing white skin.

Liz sat beside her daughter's head and took her face in both hands. She gave her a smacking kiss on the forehead and said: "You're crazy. But I like that. Stand by what you like."

Liz opened the hair knot of her daughter and let it drop freely. Then she grabbed the paint bottle and dripped some paint onto the hairs. With both hands she massaged the paint into Mia's hairs, running down with her fingers over the whole length of each pair of hairs she grabbed. When Liz was finished Mia's head was framed with her shoulder-length now golden hairs.

Liz raised the brush again and touched Mia's cheek with it. With every inch of her body turned golden, she seemed less and less like a nude 12 year-old girl and more and more like a golden, breathing work of ancient art.

The sides of Mia nose became golden, then her chin, her ears and finally her mouth and lips. Feeling a sudden urge, Liz kissed Mia on her now golden lips. First Mia did not respond, and then she returned the kiss. Liz could taste the metallic paint mixed with the sweet young flavor of Mia's skin. They kissed for nearly half a minute, then their lips parted.

Mia looked at her mother and giggled. "You now have golden lips, too!" Liz smiled. "That's only fair since you are so beautifully golden now." Liz repainted Mia's lips a little. "Ready for your final spot? Do you want me to paint your pussy" she whispered into Mia's golden ear.

Her daughter would have blushed had her face not been painted completely golden when she heard that forbidden word. So Mia could only nod, leaned back slightly, closed her eyes and spread her legs about shoulder width. Liz approached the labia with her biggest round brush with very soft brush hairs now, then hesitated. Should she do this final step? Then there was no hesitation as the heat between her own legs told her to continue.

As Liz brushed the labia from top to bottom, her little girl started moaning again. Every few seconds she spread her legs a little wider. Soon Liz could see the small clit poking out between the lips and the tempting tunnel underneath, glistening with moisture.

She brushed lovingly over the clit. Mia quivered, moaned loudly and spread her legs even more. Liz dipped the round brush into the paint bottle. Dripping with golden paint she shoved the tip of the brush into the damp opening, forcing her lips aside. Then pulled it back, brushing over the clit, shoved it back in deeper and then pulled it back out again. Every time when she pulled the brush out the sound the brush made became more juicy. And every time it went out with a moan of Mia.

After every penetration she brushed over the clit. She could smell the fragrance of her daughter that scented from her damp labia. Golden paint was running down the lips and, with the penetrations becoming deeper, also from out of her. Mia's moaning was now mixed with little cries when Liz brushed over the clit, Mia's hands clawing into the towel she was sitting on.

When Liz had penetrated Mia nearly to the full length of the golden dripping brush tip, she pulled the brush out and remained on her daughter's clit, wiggling it around and pressing it for about a minute. Then Mia's orgasm came like a truck racing out of control down a hill. She lifted her butt from the towel, gave a short cry and dropped back on the towel, her hips still twitching, she was breathing heavily.

Liz was ashamed. She had masturbated her daughter to orgasm. Liz was horny. Her nude daughter lay before her, literally painted golden from head to toe, and more than that, with the last waves of her orgasm still running through her. She looked like a living golden statue and incredible erotic to Liz at this moment.

Mia opened her eyes. She whispered, "That was great, I've never felt like that before." Liz opened her mouth and said, "I'm sorry dear, I wasn't allowed to do that." Mia sat up, wrapped her arms around her mother (leaving some golden marks on Liz's blouse) and gave her mother a long, deep kiss.

End of Part Two. Please give me your feedback if you enjoyed reading it or if you have any suggestions for a future part!