More Comfort Food 2 - Love Kisses

by LesLuv

Dear Friends,

The following morning, the day after I sucked young Grace to a climax, as we lay together in bed, I told Polina what I had done the previous night. We have hidden nothing from each other in all the years we have been together, even when that could have, and did, cause friction.

No, that's not true. Some 30 years ago we went to Paris, Polina to a nursing conference, and me for the ride. This was when I was itching to have children, and I got so desperate that when I met some of the charming young men the city is famous for, I was so smitten that I allowed my dream to go another step, and got chatting to a nice, athletic looking young guy. It wasn't at all hard to persuade him to have sex with me -- I was pretty attractive myself, in those days, tall, red haired (then) chic clothes and pretty nice curves - and he proved to be good fun, too. So we did the deed, my first and last time, although it left me feeling cheated. No thunderclap, no earth shaking, just a dull ache in my groin. Then I began to feel dismayed. I had hoodwinked my lover, deceived the one person in my life that mattered, and soon felt so awful that I cried on and off for the rest of the day. So I wanted a child. I was sure to be a lousy mum. But I would try, by God, I'd try -- and so on.

Polina could see something was wrong that evening, and finally, in her wonderful way, got me to tell her what I'd done. No recriminations, just cuddles and comfort, with the promise that if I wanted a kid that much, she'd agree. Guess what? Nothing happened. No conception, just my periods as usual. And, thankfully, no disease. Was I stupid? Absolutely. I occasionally have nostalgic memories of that guy, whose name I forgot almost immediately; I could sense the attraction most of my sex found in men, but it was the equivalent of tripe and onions to me. It certainly cured me of that want and the idea of deception, though.

Now, far from being hurt by my infidelity, she grinned and said, "Hmm -- I fancy Joanne. Haven't had a good young pussy in my face since yours, and that's just a memory."

"Oh," I replied, "I was going to sample her as well, but as we always share, you may have the honours."

"Thank you. Funny, isn't it, that after all these years of monogamy we get tempted by a couple of kids who are relatives of mine. I know they're screwed up, but if you had to give some comfort food to the youngest -- a late supper, I guess, for both of you -- I can see nothing amiss. It surely is not going to add to their hangups. Their wacky mother is another matter. I'm going to ring my psych friend Kate at the Community Centre and see if I can't get Marie in today. Just as a preliminary. Tell you what, my father's family must have been a real mess. What makes men want to screw up the lives of innocent girls -- oh, and boys too, come to that -- just so they can feel good for a minute or two?" She snorted, gave me a cuddle and said, "I'm up for brekkie. Coming?"

Well, as I said last time, Polina has taken Marie to the centre to see her psychologist friend, the girls and I have been to the park and gone shopping. We also had lunch out, as Polina thought it would be afternoon before they were back. Joanne began to come out of herself a little during our meal, for she started to ask questions. Not normal ones, naturally, but ones that were on her mind. "Am I a lesbian?" was the first.

"Probably," I'd replied, "and that's nothing to be ashamed of. It means you prefer to have relationships with females rather than males. There's lots of us about."

She thought about this, then said, "But Mum was with Dad for a long time. Now he's gone. Is it all right to miss him?"

On my own, I'd have begun to cry, but here in public I needed a harder heart. "My dear child, it is perfectly natural to not only miss him, but to love him too. And just because he's gone doesn't mean he doesn't love you too. But a dad often doesn't understand his wife's or his daughter's needs, so don't blame your mum, or yourself, for him going. We're going to see if things can be made better again, that's why Aunty Polina has taken Mum to meet a friend of hers."

She nodded her head slowly, then asked, "Grace says you gave her a special good night last night. Can I have one tonight?"

I smiled. "I'd say there's a good chance of that. It's one of the good things about being a lesbian. We do know how to say goodnight properly."

She smiled at this, bless her heart. She knew nothing about being bi or hetero, and I was not going to complicate things any more than they already were.

"I'm glad we came here," she said, looking across at Grace. "Aren't you?"

"Oh, yes. You're nice, Aunty Pat, and I'm glad you can give me goodnight love kisses. And Aunty Polina cooks real good food." She gave a cheesy grin, "And we didn't know what to do in the school holidays. But this is a real holiday, isn't it?"

 Smiling, I said, "Well, it is for us too. Thank you for coming."

Joanne reached across and took my hand and looked into my eyes. "This is just the best thing that's happened in a long time. We've never had aunties before."

Bless the child. We'd never had nieces before.

When we got back home, Polina was in the kitchen, looking at some rather official looking papers.

The girls said "Hello," rather shyly, but kept close to me.

Polina glanced at me, I nodded to say they were OK, so she smiled and said quietly, "Listen girls, Mum isn't here at the moment. She's seeing a doctor, and is not going to be home tonight even. She has told me you are to stay here with us. Hope you don't mind?"

They shrugged their shoulders. "That's cool," Joanne mumbled. "Is she going to be OK?"

"Yes, but it might take a time. You know what's wrong with her?"

Very seriously, she nodded. "She gets depressed. Grandma told us."

I saw Polina's face go white, then after a moment regain its colour. "Yes, that's right. The doctor is going to find out the best way of treating it."

Joanne smiled, looked up at her aunt and said softly, "Thanks." I suddenly realised that this ten-year-old was aware of being the eldest, and had taken it on her shoulders to be what her mother could not be -- an island of stability for her sister. Considering the stress she had been under, she'd done a remarkable job.

"You'll be OK staying here with us?"

The smile on Grace's face was something to behold. "Oh, yes. Please! I love it here already." She looked at me, a little shyly, then went on, "Are we still going to do love kisses?"

"Well," I said teasingly, "only if Aunty Polina can join in."

Joanne's mouth dropped open. "You mean -- you mean you both do it?"

Polina was smiling, her lascivious, anticipating smile. "It's what lovers do. How about we do a few love kisses right now?"

"What? In the daytime?" Joanne could not believe it.

Her sister had no hangups about time of day. "Do we go to bed?'

"Maybe." I was still teasing, loving every minute. I was wet, tingling, and feeling so randy that I might not even be able to undress my love child. "We could start right here."

"Oh, wow!" She stood and made to strip. It was a pleasant afternoon, and she'd worn jeans, T-shirt, and sandals. "Come on, Joanne, get undressed."

I held up my hand in a stop sign. "Whoa, young lady, not so fast. Undressing is something you don't do yourself. You let the other person do it. Come here and I'll show you."

"Oh." This was new, her voice said. She took a couple of steps and stood in front of me.

I reached out and ran my hand down her short, light coloured hair, then down her arm to her fingertips, across to her tummy, walked my fingers up her chest, put one of them across her lips, stroked her cheek, then drew her head toward mine. Her lips were on a level with mine, and I ever so softly placed mine on hers for a moment, then ran my tongue lightly across them. I lifted my head, kissed each eyelid, and eyebrow, then an ear and temple, before returning to her nose and running my tongue up and down each side.

I had been watching her all this time, seen the smile come and stay and the eyes close, and I now said softly, "You taste so beautiful. A sweet young girl taste. Like honey and sherbet."

"Mmm…"

I looked across at my lover. She and her niece were watching, but doing nothing else. I smiled at them, looked at Joanne, and gave a small nod of my head toward her aunt. 'Go on,' it said, get with it.'

Grace still had her eyes closed, waiting for the next happening. I pulled up her T-shirt a few inches, leant down and put my lips to her belly button. Instead of kissing it, I gave it a raspberry. That made her jump, open her eyes, and burst out laughing. "Hey, that tickled," she yelled, then stuck her tummy out toward me and said, "Do it again, please. Please."

So I did. She began giggling, looking at me with delight, and I slowly began lifting the T-shirt up. She responded by raising her arms so I could remove it, and when that was done I kissed her armpits. One side, then the other. Deep, wet, gooey kisses. Little girl's perspiration is delightfully different, and far from tickling the owner, is quite erotic. She began to moan. "Oh, Aunty Pat. Ohhh."

My hand went to the middle of her back, urging it forward. This time I put my lips to a tiny pale areole with its pink bud and licked. This was so sensational that I had to will myself to take it slowly. I wanted this seven-year-old mite aroused, I wanted her moaning for more. I wanted her to be ready to return the ministrations. When I did come, I knew it would be so explosive that the planet would tip.

"Yes," she breathed.

I gave a gentle suck to the tiny teat. It swelled out; I ran my tongue around it, sucked a little harder. I could feel her body begin to tremble, so I transferred my lips to the other one, at the same time gently pulling the first between thumb and forefinger. When I sat back up she was watching me, eyes open wide, mouth open, panting.

"That's the most beautiful thing I've ever felt," she said softly.

I smiled, then undid the catch at the top of her jeans before slowly pulling the zip down, a bit at a time, watching her all the time.

"Love kisses." She knew what I intended. "Soon."

When the jeans dropped to the ground I picked her up and sat her on the kitchen table, pushing Polina's papers to one side. I tugged off her sandals, her yellow socks, and drew the trousers off, allowing them to drop to the floor. The sight of her small white knickers sent a shiver through my frame. The image of what lay beneath was an aphrodisiac. She was smiling at me, anticipating what was coming. I gently pushed her body back, urging her to lie down, which she did, but lifting her head to watch. I had intended licking her legs from the toes upwards, But the outline of vulva beneath the cotton was too much. I knelt, she opened her legs wide as I did so, and I put my nose to the outside of those little white panties. The Israelites may have lived on Manna, but I could live on little girl odours. And tastes. I opened my lips and began to suck through that porous material. It was the equivalent of sniffing a glass of vintage wine. I was going to savour the delights of this tiny cunt, savour them to the full.

She began to utter little moans again, while a tiny vibration set in through her whole body. With my mind engulfed by thoughts of the pleasures to come, I began licking the inside of her thighs, darting my tongue under the elastic of her knickers, teasing, sensing the juice that was already coating her skin, and stopped, just as her torso began to lift off the table.

After a moment, she looked up to see what the holdup was, so I stood and leant over her, putting my mouth to hers and prising her lips open with my tongue. She opened her mouth, as wide as it would go, and put her tongue in my mouth. I pursed my lips and sucked on her tongue, hard enough for her to gasp, then let it go and did the same to her lower lip. Her gasps got quicker and her moans louder. I gently bit her lip, then put my mouth to hers again and gave her a gentle kiss. Kneeling once more, I tugged her knickers down and off, lifted her legs, opened them wide, and buried my face between them. No time to waste, now. Gently parting her outer labia, I gazed in rapture at the rose pink inner lips covered in syrup, the tiny gateway that led to her inner temple, and the hood, now drawn back to reveal a tiny clitoris, erect and almost vibrating. My own body was quivering, and any control I'd had earlier had vanished.

I thrust my tongue into her small cunt and fucked her with it.

She began writhing, wimpering, and clutching at me with her hands. I then placed my lips on her clitoris and gently sucked, then flicked it with my tongue, and repeated the actions until I heard a moan, so loud and full, accompanied by an uncontrollable shaking and twitching that I felt coursing through her entire body.

I slowly eased off, ending her trip to glory with a love kiss, the only thing she had experienced before this.

I stood and leant over her. She was still shaking, covered in perspiration, red in the face, and breathing through her mouth. I lowered my lips and gently kissed her, then began stroking her face with my fingers, a tender signal of love and desire.

After a minute or two her eyelids fluttered open. She saw my face only inches from hers, and she began to smile. "Oh…." It was a sigh, so full of wonder and content that the angels would have been jealous. "I love you, Aunty Pat. I love you so much. I'm never going to leave you. I love you."

My sweet daughter, the one I never did have. The one I'd desperately wanted. Here she was, seven years old, newly arrived, straight from heaven. Mine. To love, cherish, keep safe, teach, protect, and nurture. Tears began coursing down my face. "Thank you, God," I whispered, even though I did not believe in him. I was so full that the tears became a flood and I collapsed on top of my angel before slowly sliding to the floor, unable to stand.

After a moment a small body lowered itself onto the floor next to me, an arm went round my neck, and a pair of lips were pressed to my cheek. "Are you all right, Aunty Pat?"

"Yes, my love," I gurgled, "I'm so all right. Righter than I've ever been before." She began to stroke my face, just as I had done to her. What a sweet child.

The scene of mother/longed-for-daughter intimacy persisted for only a minute, however. I had become totally unaware of the goings on of my adult love, Polina, and my new daughter's sister, Joanne, so that an orgasmic scream seemed like a thunderclap.

We both sat up, looking with amazement at the scene next to us. Joanne was half facing away from us, sitting on Polina's face, being held away by one of her aunt's hands just enough for her tongue to work its magic in her cunt. Joanne's hands were pulling and pinching her breasts, which I saw for the first time, little mounds, now inflamed, from an amazing prepubescent hormonal onset. The sight that riveted my eyes, though, was Polina's other hand. Or rather, the position of the index finger. It was pulsing in and out of her sphincter. Her bum. I felt my eyes bulge. I heard Grace whisper, "Fuck…", but that was drowned by another scream, softer than the last, and more guttural moans while Joanne's body was visibly shaking and jerking.

One final sigh, long and ecstatic, and the young body slumped forward against her aunt, who had the presence of mind to withdraw the digit prior to this happening. They were lying on the floor, just as well too, because they surely would have been on it now. Joanne's legs had splayed out each side of Polina's head, revealing to our eyes her dripping cunt and puffy red labia. The child's face had landed near the black thatch of her aunt, and the only movement we could see was the same aunt slowly trying to extricate herself from under the prone form.

Polina's arms went to each side of the waist of her young lover, and began to slowly urge the body sideways. This did have the desired effect, for Joanne rolled off her aunt and lay on the floor, eyes closed, face flushed, grinning. Polina slowly sat up, panting, looked down at her mind-blown companion. Then she looked over at us, a smile of satisfaction gleaming on her face.

"That's a real feast," she said softly. "How did your love kiss go, Grace?"

She looked thoughtful. "It was a bit more than that, Aunty Polina, it was like, you know, over the moon. It was the very best thing I've ever had." She looked back at me and whispered, "Thank you. Oh, I'm so glad I'm a lesbian." This brought a smile to our faces. She looked at her sister, who now had her eyes open, looking at us with adoration. "Pretty neat, hey, Jo?"

Her sister's response was a garbled, "Arrgh -- I've feel ever so satisfied. I feel wonderful. In heaven. Oh, Aunty Polina. What you did.... How about you, Grace?"

"Me too, I think I had an orgasm. Oh, boy! Some experience." She turned her angelic face to me. "Can we have those ever again?"

We both began to laugh. Polina said, "Oh, my dears, as often as you like. Can I let you into a secret?"

Two nodding heads.

"You can have them all by yourself. You don't have to have anyone else, although it is better with one or two more." She sat up, resting her back against a leg of the table. "Look, it's time for tea, we need to get a shower -- yes," seeing the questioning looks she got, "even lesbians shower -- and we can show you afterwards how to do those things. Tell you what, though, you're both looking pretty tasty right now -- why don't you start dinner?"

Puzzled looks. Joanne said hesitantly, "Well, alright, what do we cook?"

"Oh, the cooking's done, my darlings."

The frowns deepened. We were chortling to ourselves, but I couldn't tease them any longer. "What Polina means is that you taste each other. You know? Like you've done before?"

Light dawned. Grace had also sat up, with her hands propping her body, so it was only a moment before she had fallen on her sister, head to toe, and stuck her tongue into the red hot labia.

Jo was almost as quickly into the honeydew of her little sister. Sighs of satisfaction were soon to be heard.

Polina and I smiled at each other. "I'm so fucking horny," I whispered. "Come and suck me?"

Still smiling, she rose but instead of turning to me, she padded out the door toward the front of the house. I didn't know why, but I was sure it would be for a good reason. It was. She retuned moments later with a round polished wooden box, about 20cm across, bringing a sigh from my lips. "Oh, yes, how excellent."

We quickly shucked out of our clothes before she opened it and removed our treasured toy, then a bottle of lubricant. A little something we had picked up in Budapest some years earlier, it was a double ended penis dildo made of semi-soft silicone, with one unique extra: a battery compartment in the centre, with speed control, powering two tiny vibrators near the ends - as important a discovery as any we'd ever made. I stayed propped against a chair as my partner grabbed a couple of cushions, threw one to me, and poured some lubricant into the palm of her hand before coating the surface of our toy with it.

I slid the cushion under my rear end, opened my legs and watched. The children were still munching as Polina sat opposite me, and handed me an end. I gently slid it into my pussy, no pushing needed, as my lover slid herself closer, putting her open legs over mine, taking the other end between her fingers and readying it near her cunt. Another slide forward and I felt the pressure of my end on the wall of my vagina before Polina stopped her progress a short distance from me. There was about 5 cm of the dildo visible between us, and as Polina reached out her fingers to the switch I leant forward and kissed her. She had delightful little girl juice on her mouth, and we savoured the sweetness before hungrily devouring each other. A minute of this and the switch was on. The pulsing of the tip almost against our respective cervixes was like none other. It not only filled our bodies, it completely took over our minds. A familiar kaleidoscope danced before my eyes as my darling began to slide her cushion back and forward, slowly at first, still grasping the centre so we both felt the exquisite sliding motion in our cunts. It had taken a good deal of practice to get this right, especially for the mobile one, but my, how sweet it was. I began playing with the nipple of my left breast, something my lady opposite could not do, and the waves of heat began.

I was about to close my eyes, the better to savour the sensation, when I felt a small, wet mouth begin to suck my right tit. There was Joanne, watching me, watching the fucking, watching the scene, grinning, playing with her own nipples. My God, such debauchery in one so young!

And there was Grace, sucking on one of Polina's teats, while her hand had crept down to the point where the toy entered her vagina. I watched, fascinated, as I saw her little fingers massage the area, saw Polina's eyes bulge, heard her almost scream, "Fuck me," saw and heard her orgasm build, swell, and erupt within three minutes of beginning our tryst.

My own orgasm was still a way off, although I could sense the build up of pressure as my heart and vaginal muscles responded to the stimulation. I stopped massaging, and used the hand to tug one of Jo's arms toward my crotch. "Do that," I gasped, indicating with my head the action opposite.

She did not need a second look. Quick as a flash she was stroking my clit, vibrating with the tip of the toy. Never before had I been so aroused. A total invasion of pleasure, a massive release of serotonin and I was rushed to the top on a cannonball. My world became red mist, my sound was that of thunder overhead, my mind overtaken with the ultimate in pleasure.

When I regained consciousness I had a young woman nestled into each side, stroking my hair, face, arms, any flesh they could find. My end of the dildo was still in place, but Polina was not to be seen.

Surely a picture no painter could paint, one no doubt that would excite certain people if it were on the net, but definitely not for publication. I put my arms around my girls and snuggled them close. They looked up at me and grinned. They did not need to say a word.

Polina cane back with a tray of drinks. Champagne for us, cordial for the girls. She grinned and handed me a glass. "Well?" she enquired.

"Fucked. Totally, by the three best people in the world." I took a sip of my drink, looked at the sisters and said, "Jesus, you two are quick learners." My breathing and heart rate has slowed to somewhere near normal, and I said to my dearest, "It wouldn't do to have a heart condition, would it?"

"Not when we've got a condition of the heart, anyway." Smart, this lover of mine.

Grace finished her cordial and crawled between my legs. She picked up the dildo, looked at it with wide eyes, and gave a gentle push. Thank god Polina had turned it off, or I might have swallowed the glass. I was so sensitive that it might have been sandpaper she was using, and I shook my head slightly, indicating the problem.

"Sorry," muttered my miss.

"You could take it out, if you like, slowly though."

This was done with real care, although the vacuum it created inside me was such that right near the end of its extraction there was a gurgle and plop as the pressure was equalized. Joanne began to laugh, Grace became a little frightened, but we adults joined in the relief. They examined our toy with care and, I suspect, a good deal of interest.

"Oh, Aunty Pat, you've got such a big -- um, can I say 'cunt'?" Grace was only seven. She'd probably never used the word before.

"Well, that's what it is, good old English word, just don't go saying it at school. Or anywhere other than here. People will think you're naughty."

"Will mine be like that? I want to get breasts and a big cunt." Ah, young dreams. She probably would.

"I like those dirty words," said Joanne. Can we say 'fuck' too?"

"At the right time and place," her aunt answered. We don't say it at the dining room table, or while reading a book. Well, not often."

The two girls looked at each other, this being a whole new scene for them. Their smiles said it all.

"OK, showers. You two downstairs, us two upstairs, and remember, no swearing in the shower!" Polina laughed uproariously. We were all having so much fun.

*

Polina brought their mother home two days later. Marie was certainly quieter than when I had first met her, a trifle sober even, and somewhat distant toward her daughters. They, in their turn, were polite but wary. I could see they had had experience with her unpredictability, and had learnt caution. She was happy to see them, of course, but more interested in seeing what her cousin had to say about the things her doctor had said.

"Well, my dear, not to put too fine of a point on it, you have a condition known as bipolar disorder. It's a psychosis, and is now treatable enough to minimise it at least. The tablets you are taking are designed to make your moods even out, which can be a downer because you will not get high. But unless you want to finish up in a mental institution, you need to take your medication. And for the sake of the girls, you need to." Turning to me, she said, "I have asked Marie about her livelihood. She's well trained in computer analysis, and can basically work from anywhere on commission. She has a number of good clients, and can support herself and the children. What I propose is something we have talked about from time to time, which you have wanted to do. She's renting a unit north of Sydney at present, and has no objection to coming to Melbourne to live. I suggest we let her rent your house. I believe she needs to be near a support group, and I say we are just that. The money can still go to the children's foundation. Marie thinks this is a good idea, but it is up to you in the end. It's your house."

The house was next door. It is where I was born and grew up. When my father died a year and a bit ago I inherited it. Initially I did not want to sell, but wanted to stay with Polina in her big house, which had become more like home to me than the other one. We'd talked of what to do with it, and I'd thought the work involved in having tenants in would be too much, but my practical lover had said wait. And so we had rented it out on a twelve months lease, which was about to be renewed. The money went to the charity we supported, as we could live without it, and having no children of our own, it was the least we could do.

Thoughts of having two initiated children within reach made me spasm, but also the thought of their welfare being seen to was something I longed for. Sure, they were Polina's relatives, but truly I knew I had found the child, even the children I had longed for. I would be happy to be their aunt. With visiting rights.

I nodded my head slowly, then looked at Marie. "Are you sure this is what you want to do?"

There was no flamboyance in her reply. "Pat, it's not only what I want to do, it's what I need to do. I'm going downhill where I am, the girls are at risk, their father has disappeared, and the best thing I have ever done in my whole life was to visit you. So, if you'll have me as a neighbour, I'll repay your kindness in any way I can." She turned to Polina. "You are the kindest person I have ever met. Thank you both." She looked back at me. "I'll start getting my things sent down, notify the school and so on. How soon could I move in?"

"Oh, about two weeks, I'd say," I replied. "The folk in there have said they will not be renewing. I have some friends in the education department, and although it's school holidays, I'll set the wheels in motion. There's a lovely little primary school within walking distance. And of course you will stay here until that happens."

She came over and kissed me. "Thank you. You are a wonderful lady."

Polina called the girls, and told them the news. Their happiness could not have been greater.

And that is where it stands at present, except that as we were preparing for bed that night, Polina came and sat next to me on the bed. "One thing, my love. My friend told me that Marie is a latent homosexual. Has been all her life, and with our help she might come to terms with it."

I smiled and kissed her. "Oh, I think we can manage that. A family, that's what we'll have." I put my arms on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Daughters. Without the messy part. I love you so much."

Picture this: I decided I needed a coffee about 11 am, opened the door of my study to find both of them standing there, holding hands, waiting, looking so innocent, and completely nude. "We know you like looking at us like this, so we thought we'd do it now." Grace was the spokesgirl. They walked down the stairs with me, each holding a hand, sat on a couch opposite me while I drank, opened their legs and began fingering themselves. Well that was 1 1/2 hours ago. They love giving and having orgasms. Truly, they are wonderful.

Polina sends her love to everyone, as do I. If there's anything worth reporting later, I'll be in touch then.

Patricia, ad hoc mother of two wonderful children.

P.S. I think there will be something worth reporting.