| Human Nature 2-2 Chapter 2 – Name Part 2 – A gift I meet Noémie's eyes when I open mine. She is already awake and staring at me. It takes me a few seconds to emerge completely from my sleep and realize that Noémie is not gazing at my face only. Memories of the last night come back to me slowly while the little blonde relishes my bare breasts. Noémie has seen me naked before, but I can't help myself from pulling back the sheet up to my chest. I'm not anymore her mother's friend only; I'm her lover too. Behind her daughter, Héléna is still sleeping profoundly. Her calm breath, her serene face, she's so beautiful. I ask Noémie to get up quietly to let our sleeping beauty finish her night. I slip into a nightie whereas Noémie walks out the room fully naked. Sandra and Cléo are quite also bare when they make their entrance into the kitchen. I don't know what changed or did not change, in fact, but these cute little bare bums brighten up the beginning of my day anyway. I know I shouldn't look at them this way, but right or not; they put me in a great mood. In such a good mood that I mindlessly kiss back Héléna when she enters the kitchen and pushes her tongue in my mouth. Sandra and Noémie find the scene particularly amusing. Cléo, meanwhile, seems to think it's quite natural. After our breakfast, Héléna leads us to the attic. Apart from the shaky ladder, the attic is a nice large room over two meters high in its middle. As soon as Héléna explains she would like to turn this room into the girls' room, Sandra and Noémie run through all the room making plans. Cléo remains a little aloof, at least until Héléna assures her that this room is large enough to get a bed for her too. The girls start to nose around in the different cardboard boxes and suitcases. Quickly, Héléna tells them to carry them all in the shed next to the house. It takes us all the morning to clean the attic well. So everybody agrees to spend the afternoon at the beach. Cléo is surprised to see none of us keeps our swimsuit top on. However, it seems to be a good surprise for her. She doesn't wait a second before she gets rid of her top too. Of course, these three bare-chested girls catch several eyes, but fortunately, only glances of approval. I watch them swimming and splashing in the water. To tell the truth, I'm not as comfortable as I thought I could be. Some people look back at us, and I'm sure they know we are a couple. I mean a real couple of lovers. As a matter of fact, I love Héléna. I love her with all my heart, from my every fiber. However, the image we send back to others still disturbs me. The same discomfort seizes me when I cross Sandra's eyes before going to bed. My daughter kisses me good night and stays there, in the hall, watching me with that small smile. Her eyes remain on me while I'm entering Héléna's room. I only stop wondering what my daughter indeed thinks about her mom when my lover plunges three of her fingers into my pussy. When I wake up on Sunday morning, I still can smell the perfume of our love in the room. Héléna stretcheslazily besidememeowinga contented yawn. We roll on our side to face each other and kiss tenderly. I enjoy so much these little moments of tender intimacy with her. I also enjoy sharing the shower with her. I watch her drying herself and think about our love a moment. How it happened, how strong it feels to me now.And when the girls appear at the kitchen a bit later, even if they are as naked as the day they were born, I don't find any reason to be ashamed. There's no logical reason but a slight feeling of guilt still lies deeply in me. We had planned to spend the Sunday in a recreational park, and none of the girls found something to complain about. I notice rather quickly that the poor little Cléo feels a little put aside by our two daughters. Sandra and Noémie are strolling hand in hand, fingers intertwined. Both form a kind of couple, and I wonder if the example we give them, Héléna and me, is for something there. Cléo, as a result, stays close to us, the moms. We sit down on bleachers to attend a magic show. Cléo, without asking, climbs onto my lap. The kid doesn't care that her dress is rolling up underneath. As for me, on the other hand, I try to pull it back down. This is how I realize the little scamp is wearing nothing underneath. I take the opportunity that the girls get on a roller coaster right after to talk to Héléna about it.I'm almostshocked that she could find it cute and fun. Despite my indignation, Héléna understands the pleasure the girl gets from walking bare bottom, from showing herself even if it's under a dress.I admit not being certain that we did not induce this idea by our behavior.Suddenly, Héléna frowns then smiles, as if she preferred not to know what I am getting at.
At noon, we take our lunch in a fake cantina. Cléo is sitting between Héléna and me. The little girl who quickly finished her burrito gets bored, but out of the corner of my eye, I find out she found a way to pass the time. Her hand landed as if by chance on the lap of Héléna and slowly slides up. I should not, but I end up wondering if Héléna doesn't react not to make the little one feel ill-at-ease, or because she's enjoying it. I'm reassured to see finally my friend removes the girl's hand, even if this only is just before she reaches her panties. I'm still not really certain that our behavior towards girls is well appropriated. I am even less certain that, a little later in the train which trips around the park, Héléna frankly puts her hand on my thigh. Against the window, Cléo is still watching the landscape while, before us, Sandra and Noémie look more closely entwined than before. Héléna's fingers wander over the bare skin of my thigh. I may worry about the example we set; I can't repress a delicious thrill when my friend creeps under my dress. I look down on the hand of Héléna under my dress, which comes up to my crotch. My whole body shivers when her fingers push the hem of my panties and press against my already wet slit. With a quick look upward, I see Héléna has a smirk and that Cléo isn't any more interested in the landscape. Despite my qualms, I don't chase away the hand of my love. I don't even feel the need to pull back down the bottom of my dress down. Nobody in this narrow train can see my flushed face because of Héléna's mischievous torments on my clitoris. Héléna pushes my dress a little up again, and I don't say a word. Cléo is obviously watching us now. I would rather like she turns back toward the window, I could hide myself from her sight. My heavy breathing and my little moans betray me as much as the wet noises made by Héléna's fingers in my pussy. Happily, the train arrives in the Far West station. Sandra and Noémie saw nothing of what has just taken place. However, my crimson face makes them raise an eyebrow. I smile at them trying to appear at the very least composed.Sandraremains doubtful for a moment, and then gives me a nice hug. Just after, going back to Noémie, she takes Cléo's hand in hers.My daughter holds her hand during all the rest of the day. In a queue, Noémie even adds she prefers when Cléo stays with her and Sandra. Cléo looks so happy to hear her.She just wanted to leave them alone, but the both retort they enjoy much better being alone with her. Héléna puts the head against my shoulder. She also heard the lovely talk, and she's filled that the three girls get along quite well.A little later, the storekeeper of a candy stall compliments Sandra with having friends so cute. Spontaneously, my little brunette replied that they aren't her friends but her sisters. Noémie displays a wide smile, but Cléo looks completely elated to hear this comment. We don't last long before going up to bed, everybody is exhausted tonight. Again, Sandra watches me entering Héléna's room with a small smile somewhere between satisfaction and amusement. In the bedroom, some tension hangs out.It doesn't take long before Héléna questioned me and even less for me to confess my concerns. Héléna reacts forthwith. In her voice, I hear tremors of anger which she tries to contain nevertheless. I listen to her, and I realize how much she's right. Tomorrow I have to go to the office; I have to confront my working colleagues, these persons of my life of front.I have so muchtrouble reconciling this part of my life with my future. Everyone knows my husband and what he did.However, that's not all; they know that now I'm living with a woman, I'm sure. They know that I am a ... dyke.Héléna's crude words don't spare me, but they describe the truth of my torment with a disconcerting accuracy.Yes, it is vain to put the blame on our way of life, on the hypothetical future of our girls and their sexuality.Naturally, our daughters have their own desires; they are curious about the changes which their body undergoes.And deny those urges, repress them will not make them disappear and will not help at all.So yes, we probably are more open about our feelings and love life that many other parents.But what harm is done, as long as we only answer their advances, their questions? We could have scolded the little Cléo because she was wearing nothing under her dress.We could order each girl to sleep in her own bedroom, separate them to avoid this ambiguity proximity. We could even blame them for their kisses against nature and why not oblige them to hold the hand to boys only! I punctuate my friend's speech with several "but" less and less confident, more and more guilt-ridden. No, of course I don't want in any way to force our daughters to get a more morally appropriate behavior.I'm not in the position to lecture them. Héléna is right, same-sex parenthood doesn't affect the sexual orientation of children; we all know that. And I can only agree; our caresses won't turn our daughters into nymphomaniac whores. I have no choice but to fall in with her opinion; the fondling doesn't matter as much as the tenderness and the respect which tie us all. However, tomorrow I'll have to face people who might judge this new family we are trying to build up. I love Héléna with all my heart; I'll draw from this love to confront others gazes. I fully grasp what my lover wants to make me understand. Nevertheless, it doesn't make things easier. Seeing how Héléna answers my smile when I get home on Monday noon, I find out she was more worried than what she had been willing to admit. There was no reason for getting anxious after all. My colleagues and even my associate, everybody perfectly behaved this morning at the office. No pity or morbid curiosity, no judgment, I was pleasantly surprised to meet only compassion and support. Relieved and even cheered up, I quickly get rid of my clothes and throw myself into the pool. It's when I cross the stunned glance of Cléo that I realize that up to now I avoided showing myself naked in front of her. In any case, it's too late to backtrack. Anyway, the bewilderment quickly gives way to the joy on Cléo's face. There is moreover not only Cléo to be delighted at my sudden natural. Girls quickly joined me in the water. Héléna, as for her, joins us a few minutes later, quite as naked as me. Nobody has anything on the back for lunch. Sipping our coffee right after the meal, I tell my morning to my friend. The office then my lawyer, I tell her that Alain will be judged in September and that my divorce will be pronounced in stride. Héléna reacts when I announce that I might as well take back my maiden name. In her opinion, I should indeed think about it. She understands that it can be a relief for me to make a clean sweep of my past life with my husband. On the other hand, Sandra and I will no longer be the same name. This is not something to take lightly. We finish emptying and cleaning the attic during the afternoon. Leaching walls gives rise to funny battles where we no longer pay attention to what we can see from each other. I feel the glances from the girls and especially Cléo, who stares at my butt when I have to get on all fours to remove the nails of skirting boards. I suspect the show I'm offering and whatever Héléna may say, a remnant of shame mixes in the arousal to show me so. It's already late afternoon when we get a quick shower before dressing to go to run a few errands. In the hyper store, we let the girls choose some of the materials needed to renovate the attic. Paneling, paint with colored concrete aspect, fitted carpet but also lighting, mirror and furniture, they take time to make sure that their every choice suits them all. The girls are quite excited and they are running everywhere. So much and so that emerging from an aisle, Cléo bumps into a rather old couple. She tries to catch hold of a stack of wood treatment jars, but her fingers glide over the smooth metal. Her feet slip, slither and finally, the poor little one ends up spread at full length in front of the stunned couple. In her fall, the kid got caught on the handle of a jar which falls on her and tears away a squeal to her. Fortunately, it doesn't bring the others down in its fall, but Cléo holds her bruised thigh, one tear in the eye. I don't know what alarms the more the two retired people; the fall of Cléo or the flagrant lack of panties which should hide her hairless slit. Sitting on the floor, legs wide apart, the girl snivels holding her sore thigh, heedless of the indignant looks. Héléna gets ahead of me and kneels beside Cléo. "Definitely not your day, sweetie." Héléna tries to deflect suspicion from the scornful woman. Once past his surprise, the man rather seems to appreciate the incongruous show. "What a shame!" Lets out the shrew while pulling her husband towards the following aisle. Cléo sticks her tongue out at the bitch's back. With the help of the girls, she limps up to the car while Héléna and I are finalizing the order at the till. Once we all are in the car, I turn to the back seat where Noémie gently massages Cléo's thigh to try to reduce the pain. Already a fine black-and-blue mark appears. On the slightly spread legs of Cléo, Noémie's fingers follow the contours of the contusion. Héléna forces herself to stay focused on the road. However, she can't help but shed little glances in the rear-view mirror. It must be said that her daughter's fingers deviate more and more from the bruising of her friend. As a reply, Cléo moves apart her legs. It looks like the pain gives way to a quite different kind of emotion.
I am perturbed by the arousal these touching generate in me. The few qualms I had left evaporate in the light of the little black girl's slit slightly opened because of the gentle caresses of her friend. Noémie only brushes the bare pussy but despite her young age, I can already see the shiny wetness. This show mesmerizes me, and I jump when the car enters the driveway of the house. Noémie, also surprised, swiftly withdraws her hand while Cléo adjusts her dress. Going out of the car, Héléna takes a look at the backseat. She looks disappointed that the girls behave properly again. Before she joins the girls, I sit with Cléo in the living room to look at her bruise and apply an ointment. Cléo doesn't need coaxing, neither to be relieved nor to roll up her dress and spread her thighs. I may concentrate; my eyes drift again and again towards the hairless slit. I'm so close that I can feel the slight scent of her arousal. Héléna is right; this is not me who forces the kid or induces her behavior. Her smile, the twinkle in his eyes, everything expresses her arousal, her desires, her curiosity. Her slit slightly opened reveals her labia starting to develop. The girl spreads her thighs even more. Apparently, she's as much turned on to expose herself than I am to watch her. I nearly lose my balance when I get up in front of the girl. She has much more an effect on me than I thought. Her little smile tells me she suspects this effect, which is not helping to calm down my emotions. I am both frustrated and relieved to let the kid join the girls outside. I help Héléna to put away our purchases. We then lay the table for dinner and offer us a well-deserved drink. The girls come out of the water, and Cléo doesn't have time to complain that my daughter approaches her with the same tube of ointment which I used. Cléo sits down on one of the teak wooden chairs, thighs wide apart. My daughter kneels between her legs; she puts an ointment droplet down the black and blue mark while her face is just inches away from the pussy of her friend. Gently, Sandra describes small circles on Cléo's bruise. The black girl is staring at her friend's hand who spreads the white paste on the mark before gradually deviating from it. My daughter's fingers slowly slide over the thigh up to Cléo's groin and her pussy finally. The poor girl blushes at the same time her breathing speeds up and even stops whenever Sandra's fingers brush her slit before leaving for a new circle. This is a true massage of her thigh that my daughter is offering to her friend, of her thigh and more. Every one of us tries to stay somewhat discreet and not to stare without really succeeding. I must make up my mind to admit that this incongruous sight sets fire to my belly. My own breathing stops and speeds up according to Cléo's. Héléna meets my eyes, and it's my turn to blush. Yes, she was completely right; we have done nothing so that all of this happen. We let it take place, we said nothing to avoid it; this is true. Even so, nobody asked my daughter to caress her friend. However, their pleasure is so obvious that I can't see anything wrong there. My daughter concludes her massage with a small delicate kiss on the top of her friend's crack. Cléo lets out a laugh both nervous and excited at the same time while my daughter smiles at us all, proud to have been able to take care of her friend. Later, in the arms of Héléna, in bed, between two kisses, I admit that she was right. In the hallway, it was happiness that I found in my daughter's eyes just before entering the Héléna's room, happiness and love. I then knew that this was the good way. The good way to behave with her, the good life to offer her, the good love to give her. She is no longer a child, a little girl. All I can do now is to let her do her own experiences while protecting her the best I can. And this is exactly what Héléna wanted to talk about; to let our daughters make their own choices and help them when they make a mistake without forcing them to follow what I think to be the right way. And yes, she's right tonight again. My daughter's caresses to Cléo have really turned me on. I had never been attracted by the girls and especially not mine. But this is not as much the girls in themselves who touch me than the pure sensuality which emanates from their fondling. It doesn't make me nor a bad mother neither a good, just a mom trying her best to give her daughter the finest life possible. When the girls find us in the kitchen, the next morning, a frank disappointment is readable on their face. Héléna and I are both dressed something, which seems strange for them now. We briefly explain that works are going to begin today. A staircase leading to the attic, a complete renovation of the roof sealing and heater installation, all it takes to transform permanently an attic into a bedroom for girls. It thus has appeared to us completely logical to leave the house for a week and let the workers do the job. The excitement replaces the surprise, and as soon as they engulfed their breakfast the girls run upstairs to pack their bags. The foreman, a friend of Héléna, charming moreover, reviews one last time the plans with us. I can see that it's not an idea so recent. We leave him keys and finally, we set off. We barely reached the main road that I've noticed that Cléo wears nothing under her dress. Cléo and none of the girls neither, though. I could have said nothing, but an hour later, during the first pee break, Sandra sits on a stone bench without bothering to tighten the legs. I make her a remark about it; we aren't alone in the rest area. But immediately, Cléo takes on her defense. It was her idea; she insisted on playing this little game. Sandra tries to intervene. Yes, this was her friend's idea, but she forgot her nudity under her skirt and hasn't been careful enough. Nevertheless, Cléo insists; she is behind it all, and it is her who must be punished, not my daughter. I immediately reassure the kid, it has never been about a punishment. I well grasped it was only a game. Anyway, I'm just worried for their safety; for the rest, they have my full confidence. What I then read in the eyes of the little black leaves me particularly perplexed. The relief and the frustration she displays at the same time seem so real. Too real and too strong, actually. After all, I made a little remark to my daughter, I don't think I lost my temper. Héléna and Noémie come back from the restrooms, and we take place in the car. It's my turn to drive. A few minutes later, in the rear-view mirror, I don't miss noting the three attractive and completely naked slits. I'm not quite certain if they stay outrageously slumped for their comfort or in order to show themselves better. Beside me, Héléna is looking at me, a small smirk on her lips. She certainly noticed my glances, and the girls' nakedness, likewise. The girls, as for them, talk lesser and lesser; and soon they all fall asleep quietly. I take advantage of it to put my hand on Héléna's thigh. Her smile widened while, in a low voice, I explain what happened. She is puzzled, even suspicious, and a second later she smiles again. This little trip between girls only will do her good too. I let her speak to me and, nonchalantly, slip my hand under her light dress. I expect her to say something, but she sinks deeper into her seat instead and allows me to move higher on her thigh. We discuss the works in her home, our stay, this and that. There are not too many people on the highway, so I don't worry that my hand rolls up her dress. Rocked by the monotonous humming of the engine, Héléna falls asleep in her turn. A hundred miles later, Héléna moves in her sleep spreading out her legs widely. I try to focus on the road but her slightly visible pussy continuously attracts my eyes. Without taking my eyes off the road, I caress her thigh and push away her dress until her pussy comes in full view. Héléna doesn't react at first when I touch her slit with the fingertips. Héléna sighs and moans in her sleep. I indeed wonder who finds himself in her dream while I'm collecting her nectar on my middle finger. I, the girls, all of us, I smile thinking about what hot fantasy is taking place in her sleeping mind. I take the risk of pushing my finger a little in her and then her moans grow louder, she opens her thighs even more and moves her crotch forward to meet my finger. "So Héléna doesn't wear any panties either?" I thought Cléo was sleeping, and her voice makes me jump and the car swerves to the left lane. Everyone wakes up with a start by hearing the tires squealing. Héléna sits up and her dress rolls back down. I quickly apologize to have a bit lost control, and I take the next way out for a rest area. Wee-wee, coffee and Héléna takes the wheel again. We leave the highway half an hour later. Héléna has asked me to drive there to find her way on this road she doesn't know yet. Quickly, we get to a country road. There's nobody around so I sink deeper in my seat and put a foot on the dashboard. It's my turn to let my skirt roll up and to offer my bare thighs to everybody's view. Héléna doesn't waste a single second before caressing my skin and pushing my skirt further up. Sandra recognizes the road we follow. However, what, at this moment, occupies her attention it rather is my lover who exposes me more and more. On the other hand, I don't push away the hand of Héléna no more than I avoid it. After all, Cléo has already reported that Héléna wore nothing under her dress to the girls. It's therefore normal that I let my friend to show them that this is the same for me. The girls giggle behind us when my hairless slit appears in broad daylight. Fortunately, Héléna titillates my small button only slightly. Enough anyway to make me wet and all flushed by giving the girls such an indecent show. We leave the secondary road to turn on a dirt track which, five minutes later, leads into the property of my parents or, at least, their former house. My mother moved in with my brother two weeks after the death of my father. We then settled her in a residence where the elderly have their own apartment with, in addition, all support services she needs. The fact remains that we kept the house for the holidays. My brother stayed here in July and my sister just after. The house is now empty, at least that's what I thought. The presence of a car in the front yard of the house makes me quickly adjust my outfit. Louis, such a good friend of the family that he always has been Uncle Louis for me and then for my daughter. Despite his advanced age, he wanted to air the house before we arrived and receive the deliverers of the errands which we have ordered. As he says, it keeps him busy. After all he spent most of his time in this house. He is a childhood friend of my parents. He lost his wife long ago, and we have been his only close family since then. Sandra runs to fly into his arms and nearly makes him fall backwards. He helps us to carry our luggage, and we offer him to share our lunch but as he's used to, he leaves us alone after a quick drink. He always has been keen on his privacy, and hence he cares about ours. Sandra, meanwhile, introduces her room upstairs to her friends. A large room, almost a dormitory, where the kids can sleep together even when all the family is staying in the house. As soon as Louis's van leaves the front yard, my daughter turns up at the living room completely naked. I reassure Héléna, Louis, our nearest neighbor, lives one mile from here. We really are at the back of beyond, no need to worry about being seen. Speaking of which, Cléo and Noémie, who follow my daughter, are as naked as she is. I have just enough time to recognize the little teasing smile of Héléna that she embraces me. While my tongue plays with hers, I feel my skirt sliding up on my bare buttocks. The girls don't wait long before answering the invitation. Small hands are bustling over me and get rid of all my clothes. I don't defend myself, especially when I see they apply the same treatment to my lover. And I must admit that getting undressed by the girls is something particularly arousing. We take our lunch in the garden. Just like my daughter admits, it's a little weird to stroll naked in the family home. To tell the truth, this is a fantasy that has haunted me since my teens. Noémie regrets that there is no pool. Sandra then talks to her about the lake near the house, and I invite them to take a walk there this afternoon. A little later we dress to follow the path which starts in the rear of the property. Anyway, as soon as we reach the pontoon and the little beach besides, we don't lose time to get undressed and plunge into the wonderfully warm water. The cove formed by the lake protects us from prying eyes and allows water to be quickly warmed by the sun without becoming too silty. Naturally, the girls mess around with us. If I manage to extricate myself from Sandra and Noémie, Cléo shows herself more pugnacious. She struggles when I catch her and throw her backward. She returns to the attack and stops only when it succeeds to put my head under water. Repeatedly, her hands end up on my breasts or my buttocks. And then, when it's on my pussy that I feel her fingers, I push her away more energetically. However, Cléo seems indifferent to my indignation. When she attacks Héléna, I well see that my friend also has difficulty in facing her. So much and so that I lend her a hand before that, for the first time, I must raise my voice to calm down the girl. Just after, silence reigns. Everyone seems both surprised and sorry. Cléo, as for her, seems driven by anger for a few seconds and then, briefly, a little smile lights up her face before she lowers eyes and apologizes to us. This time I'm not going to be had, even if I excuse her, I stand firm. Suddenly, she puts her arms around me and offers me a tender cuddle. So, of course, I melt. Cléo doesn't hold my remonstrance against me. On the contrary, she keeps sticking to me a good part of the afternoon. When we swim, she pressed her naked body against my hands. For my part, I am hardly comfortable with these great shows of affection. Not that it's not pleasant. It's just that this exclusive side doesn't seem to me quite appropriate. Above all, I don't understand why her curiosity is oriented only to me. I'm glad to see Sandra and Noémie doesn't stop, so far, to take care of her. Besides the games which liven up the small beach with joyful shouts, it's together that they cover the body of the black girl with suntan oil. Héléna and I are both admiring breathlessly these four hands who massage Cléo's young body. Cléo has, too, a heavy and panting breath, especially when the girls tease her nipples, which immediately react. Her budding and particularly sensitive breasts make her shiver and moan. This impromptu massage arouses Héléna, who gets closer to me. If they don't linger that much on Cléo's pussy, I put down my hand on Héléna's one as soon as the girls return to their games in the water. My fingers worm their way between my lover's pussy lips. Héléna may spread her thighs; I take my time to caress and tickle her clit. She purrs and growls. And then, not being able to handle it anymore, she slams her hand onto mine. My little torture lasted enough to her taste. Her fingers guide and press against mine until her body tenses in a relieving orgasm. Héléna can't notice it with her closed eyes, but the girls are looking at us with a mid-aroused mid-touched smile. What surprises me is that I am not ashamed, not even a bit embarrassed. I guess I start getting used to these new games. On the other hand, this place I know for ages makes me more confident, more disinhibited. This is partly why on our way back home, I only put on my little top, proudly displaying my bare butt. As usual, when we're at my parents', I prepare a good fire on the evening. If days are warm here, the nights are cooler than ours. To tell the truth, I especially find that terribly romantic, and this is what I want to share tonight. Héléna looks doubtfully at the fireplace. Sandra, as for her, seems to know how I feel. I think she fantasized about being nude here the same way I have done. And she obviously enjoys making it happen with our friends too. What we serve, later, is more an evening buffet than a real dinner, but everybody is satisfied to be able to sit down among the pillows on the thick carpet, in front of the flames of the fireplace. Cléo doesn't seem to know where she wants to be, between the girls or between Héléna and me. She tries to make herself useful. She holds out serving dishes; she pours out drinks. She looks happy to be with us, but it's like she couldn't relax completely. Noémie realizes it and while we plan the week to come, she takes advantage that the black girl proposes to her an appetizer to grab her hand and to pull Cléo against her. Sandra doesn't stay back, and the three girls get into a merciless tickling fight. Héléna and I cheer on each one of them in turn, and we laugh wholeheartedly. And then, as it often happens in these cases, Noémie squeals because Cléo pinched her a bit too hardly. Immediately, Cléo turns to us then to Noémie and Sandra. She is frightened of having made something really bad. It follows a pretty awkward moment. Nevertheless, my daughter doesn't lose her head. "Well you now have to kiss her to heal her pain." Cléo hesitates; Noémie doesn't look that much sure either. Anyway, she eventually makes up her mind. On all fours, the little one approaches her friend and gently kisses the red mark on her ribs. As a reply, Noémie slightly stretches back. Cléo must take her reaction for an invitation because she kisses the fair-haired girl again. Cléo sits back on her heels and contemplates her friend. Suddenly, she whines from both surprise and pain. She turns to Sandra who, a mischievous smile on the lips, addresses to her a quick rhetorical "sorry" before kissing the nipple she has just pinched. If Noémie smiles by understanding the little trick of my daughter, Cléo still looks puzzled to see her friend sucking on her budding breast. She eventually relaxes but her eyes don't leave my daughter who sucks on her lightheartedly. When Sandra moves back, Noémie pinches in her turn the poor little Cléo who lets out a new squealing "ouch." It's her belly that the blonde aimed at. She kisses the dark skin of her friend; she licks it too. Cléo giggles because of this tickling tongue. Héléna and I aren't saying a word, we are way too captivated by their new game. I must admit that they give us an incredibly lovely and arousing show. What really is disturbing, it's to look at my naked daughter caressing her friends in the same room where, a while ago, she used to open her Christmas gifts together with all the family around. Noémie sits back up and smile at her younger friend. Cléo is a moment in prospect and then, shyly, she pinches herself her thigh. She now understands the rules of this game. Sandra chuckles and bends over to place tender kisses on the thigh of her girlfriend. Sandra gives a last kiss, and just after, Cléo pinches her other thigh. It's Noémie who bends down then. Her kisses slowly deviate from the little mark making Cléo slightly leans back against the couch behind. We all can see her blushing when she pinches her underbelly. Sandra looks hesitating. She glances back at us as if we should stop her. Neither Héléna nor I raise any objection. So Sandra bends down and puts her lips just beside Cléo's pubic mound. Whole Cléo's body shivers. My daughter's mouth flattens against her skin. Sandra slides down only a few centimeters but Cléo instinctively spreads wide her legs to make her more room. My daughter doesn't dare to cross the line yet. She makes her friend shiver a last time and sits back up on her heels. While a brief moment the three girls stay still, they size each other up, they try to motivate themselves too. Cléo is panting; she stares at Sandra and Noémie and blushing shyly, she lower her hand on her slit. She's not pretending while she pinches her slit. However, this is more a lustful moan than a complaint which comes out from her mouth. This is already something, but what really captivates all our attention is how Noémie gets on all four and put down her mouth on this bald pussy. From the first kiss, the living room fills up with Cléo's groans and mewing. It's not about games or pretenses anymore. Noémie's tongue creeps into this slit in order to one purpose only, to make the little black girl feel good. A kiss, a lick, another kiss, another lick, Noémie becomes more and more bold. Cléo folds up the legs and pulls on them like a butterfly spread its wings. Sandra comes closer and kisses the black girl eagerly. Next to me, Héléna watches their tongues wrapping around each other. She can hardly help herself but squirm; she really is turned on. So am I. I suppose we should intervene or at least retire to our room. Nevertheless, the show that the girls offer us is literally hypnotizing. We aren't able to turn our eyes away from them a single second. The tongue of Noémie dives as far as possible into the pussy of her friend. She is lapping her like a thirsty puppy. From top to bottom and from bottom to top, her tongue conscientiously rummages in Cléo's wet slit. Sandra's mouth is still covering her friend's, and yet we can hear each of Cléo's moans. Her thin body stirs as if she tried to escape these caresses and to strengthen them quite at the same time. Noémie is now moaning too; she fervently sucks on the young pussy. The silence in the living room is filled in with a lustful melody of panting, moaning and slurping sounds. They don't care about Héléna and me anymore. Cléo's groans gradually turn into shrill squawks. His hands clench on her inner thighs that she spreads as wide as she can. The little blonde makes use of her fingers to part the swollen pussy lips. Her tongue goes back and forth in the warm vagina before titillating the budding clit. Cléo screams with delight now. I feel her panicking, fighting for a moment against this pleasure, which inevitably gets a grip on her body. I don't know why, but the image of Léon comes to my mind then. I wonder what he would say about us, about his daughter, if he was present. I wonder which insults he would hurl at us. Héléna and I, both of us, those two dirty dykes who feast our eyes on our daughters making love. The word love resonates in my head a moment. Just the time for me to realize that yes, this indeed is love, this so special gift our daughters are offering to their adventurous friend. And suddenly a loud hoarse scream drags me out of my thoughts. Cléo is shaking, tensing. Her head rolls from one side to the other. Noémie keeps her mouth pressed against her slit. The girl lets out a last scream which ends up in a long whining meow. Cléo lets herself utterly go. Noémie has just enough time to move her head back before her friend clenches her thighs and rolls aside in fetal position. Our daughters contemplate her curled up in a ball on the carpet. The gift they offered her has been quite an experience. And Cléo isn't about to forget all what she's feeling now. It's not something I'm about to forget either. Especially not that expression on my daughter's face, she looks so unsure suddenly. As if she now realizes what just happened, she stares at me with a worried look. Obviously, she's racked by doubts, but before she pronounces a word, I pull her to me by the hand. I give her a cuddle like when she was younger, before our lives have changed. Now she grew up, and she learns as much as I do. And tonight, it has been a very good lesson for us, as well as for Héléna and Noémie, and especially for Cléo. As Sandra hugs me, Noémie joins her mom and when she finally recovered, Cléo sticks herself against all of us. We all are enjoying each other's contact and warmth, lighted up only by the dancing flames. Nobody says a word. There's not much to say anyway.
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