Loving Little Lori, Part 2: The Date

by Lori's Mommy

Author’s note: This story is a continuation of “Loving Little Lori”. You will get more out of this story if you read “Part 1” first.

Although I fell asleep with my nipples hard and me horny with Lori in my arms, I didn’t wake up that way. When I awoke after our nap, Lori was already up and playing outside with her friends, and I quickly recollected what had happened just a couple of hours earlier. I was having a hard time with all of it, and that was putting it mildly. And throughout that day and throughout the entire weekend, my mind swung from thoughts of regret and guilt to a gut feeling that my actions with my little girl were really an outward expression of my love and dedication to her. Or — was I just horny from looking at those preteen model sites on the Internet? See what I mean? It was back and forth like that all day long. I knew I had to somehow sort through all these thoughts and find the truth within. She’s only a child, I would think, — just a couple of weeks ago she was just 6 years old! — and then seconds later I would wonder what other way possible could I show her and demonstrate my love for her? Any other means I could think of seemed so, so insufficient.

My conflicting thoughts continued through the days ahead. Each night, after putting Lori (and myself) to bed, I would lie awake and mull it over and over again. And all of this, at least for the first hour or so, I did to muffled moans and gasps coming from Lori’s room. It was apparent that she enjoyed herself the other day, because now she was getting herself off nightly. I would hear first soft moans, then a little louder, and a few minutes later, some loud labored breathes, a couple of “oh oh’s”, and then the silence of the afterglow of a little girl orgasm. And typically, as luck would have it, this would come just as I was about to get to the point where I accepted my actions and my desire for my daughter. And then I would hear her cumming in the next room, and then the memories of regret from last Saturday would set in, and then all the progress I made that night in reconciling my thoughts would be gone in an instant. It was a vicious circle.

Despite the setbacks, I continued making progress through my self-analysis. (After all, I couldn’t take this to a shrink!) Unfortunately, it seemed to be 3 steps forward, then 2 back. I just couldn’t get over the top and be at peace with it. Then a night or two later, I was in bed and Lori, as was becoming routine, was masturbating in her bed. She was being a little louder than usual, and then she called out “Mommy!” I jumped out of bed and ran running to her room. She must have broken her hymen was my initial and immediate thought, but on my way to her room, I heard her cry out “Oh Mommy, oh Mommy, that feels so good! Oh Mommy, oh, oh, oh, aaaaaaahhh!” She was fantasizing about me! I stopped short of going into her room, rather opting to watch her through the door which was cracked open ever so slightly. She had her nightshirt pulled up, exposing her flat little-girl tits, and her middle finger buried deep in her hairless pussy. And I was right, she had popped her cherry, as was evident from the little trail of blood on the sheets. Her eyes closed the whole time, she drifted off to sleep as soon as her orgasm subsided, never noticing the blood. Good thing, I thought, because she would have freaked.

I made sure I was up before her the next morning to distract her while I changed her sheets. And as I did, I realized I had slept very well through the night, almost as if somehow I had come to terms with my love and lust for my little daughter. My gut was right, I loved her in ways I had never loved anyone before. I didn’t hurt her last Saturday, but gave her a beautiful memory, which was clear from the fantasy she was having as she made herself cum. It was also clear to me that we had all the elements of a healthy lifelong relationship: respect, communication, chemistry, an indescribable connection. Finally, I realized that I was having the same conversation with myself as I did when I first started having naughty feelings (or so I thought at the time) for my daughter. Unknowingly, I had reached the same conclusion. And, with the deep love I felt for Lori, the kind of love one feels as they realize they want to spend the rest of their life with another, I came to terms that it was only natural that it move to the next, and ultimate level of giving oneself to the other in every way possible. I was finally at peace with where I had been with Lori, my beautiful little 7-year-old daughter, the love of my life, and finally at peace with where it was going to go.

The only guilt I had left was the worry I had that I was a bit distant from Lori for the past few days. She didn’t seem to notice my distance as I struggled with my thoughts, but I felt bad nonetheless. That night, I called her over. “Hey Lori, come here! I’ve got an idea!”

“What Mommy?”

“I’ve been feeling bad for being quiet with you the last couple of days. I was worried that you didn’t like what we did last Saturday, and I didn’t know how to talk to you about it.”

“No, Mommy” she said looking deeply into my eyes, “I liked that! It was a lot of fun—” and then, after a pause, she added grinning a seemingly evil grin from ear to ear with her nosed scrunched up, “and it felt SOOO GOOD!” (I couldn’t help but notice that she looked so cute and so sexy when she did that!)

“Well, anyway, I felt bad about it and I want to make it up to you. Let’s go on a date Friday night — just you and I! But let’s just make it a date at home. We’ll dress up for each other, have dinner, watch a movie, and then, well, whatever you want to do. Sound like fun?”

Her little head nodded enthusiastically, tossing her long red hair all around.

“What can we have for dinner? What movie are we gonna watch?” she asked.

“Whatever you want, sweety. This is OUR night, but it’s all for YOU!”

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When I picked Lori up from latchkey on Friday, she immediately told me what she wanted to do for our date. No hello, no “Hi Mommy,” nothing. She was so up for that night, nothing could hold her back.

“Mommy, I want pizza tonight. An’ I wanna watch ‘High School Musical’! Is that OK?”

“Anything you want, honey.”

As we made our way to the video store, she filled me in on more of her plans. “When we get home an’ after I do my homework, can you just go in your room for awhile?”

“Why?”

“You’ll see. Just go in your room and stay there. You can order the pizza and get dressed for our date. And when the pizza guy comes, just close your eyes when you go past the kitchen.” And then she added, with a bit of mystery and mischievousness in her voice, “An’ I’m not gonna tell you anything else!”

“OK,” I agreed, thinking that she has really taken this on as her night — just as I told her and wanted for her. This was HER night, and she could do it HER way — and she was doing exactly that.

I did as I was asked, and I went off to my room to get changed, and, of course, order the pizza. I picked out a white cotton camisole (short enough to still show off my midriff) and a pair of white lace boy-shorts panties to wear underneath, and my tightest hip-hugger jeans and a top that could be tied off (again to show off my midriff to my 7-year-old darling daughter). Shoes or barefoot? Definitely barefoot. I got dressed for our date, my pussy becoming wet with anticipation. Damn, the camisole is too long, well, I’ll just tuck it upside my top. OK. All set? All set. My mind racing with thoughts about the evening ahead of me — ahead of us — I was startled when the doorbell rang.

“Yay, pizza’s here!” Lori shouted from the kitchen.

As asked, I went to the door, closing my eyes as went past the kitchen. I returned with pizza in hand to a kitchen that had its shades closed, the lights lit to their dimmest setting, and a table for two, perfectly set. And with Lori nowhere to be found.

“Do you like it, Mommy?” a voice from the adjacent laundry room asked.

“Verrrrry nice! You did a great job. Wonderful ambience,” I said with a fake snooty voice. “Where did you get the idea for all of this?”

“TV!” (Where else? I thought)

“Well you did a wonderful job. It’s beautiful. Where are you???”

Lori didn’t say a word, rather she appeared in the doorway. My God, stunning would have been an understatement. She was perfect from her head to her little bare feet. She had on her pink tube top, the one I told her didn’t fit her anymore (but now, in a different light, was very sexy on her) and a white frilly linen mid-calf-length skirt. Very pretty. She was the picture of and the perfect combination of innocence and sexiness. Best of all, when she went to sit down, instead of her legs dangling from the chair, she crossed her legs as she does from time to time, and I noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her little pussy was visibly gaping and there for me to see. Was she being a tease, or was it innocent? She must have been teasing because she always remembered to put panties on.

“Mommy? Mommy?” Lori interjected, awakening me from my thoughts.

Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I finally spoke “I’m sorry, you look so pretty, Mommy didn’t hear you. What can I do for you?”

“Push my chair in, silly!” And I did.

Taking her lead of playing a tease, I took off my top, but left the camisole on. My dark nipples were rock hard and were straining the thin cotton fabric of my camisole. Not knowing that I noticed her eyes focusing on my tits, she said simply, “Mommy, you look pretty.”

We had a great dinner, talking about all sorts of things. We did a quick clean up and popped the movie in. As the movie played, I had Lori sit in the V of my legs as I laid them across the sofa, and I wrapped my arms around my precious sexy daughter and stroked and massaged her to gentle coos and purrs. I was massaging her shoulders as one of the romantic scenes started. I gently and slowly moved my fingertips down from the front of her shoulders and down her chest until I reached the rim of her tube top. Encouraged by her gentle moans, I smoothly guided one finger, then two under the stretchy fabric and found her little nipple. I did the same for the other side and started to encircle them with a very gentle touch. Lori helped by pulling down the top so that her tight flat chest was exposed to the air. I continued to circle her areolas, being careful not to touch the little nubbins in the middle, that were now visibly aroused. Finally, I gently squeezed and twisted her nipples, and Lori let out a gasp of satisfaction.

At that point I had to have her. I turned her around, guided her mouth to mine, and started to kiss her deeply. Our tongues instantly entwined, hers so so tiny. We kissed for several minutes as our hands moved all around each others’ torso, with Lori’s hands mainly focused on squeezing my tits and stroking my nipples through my camisole.

Then she stopped and said “Wait, Mommy.”

“What is it Lori?”

“Not here. Come with me.”

And with that, she led me by the hand to her bedroom. “Here Mommy, come in my bed with me.”

Her room is that of a typical 7-year-old girl. Posters of SpongeBob and Dora the Explorer on the walls. Frilly curtains in the windows. Dolls and toys on the floor. Ribbons, hair scrunchies, play makeup and brushes on her dresser. And her low-to-the-floor kiddie bed with Disney-print sheets, the arena of our evening which was to follow. I felt myself getting even more horny. I mean, making love to my daughter was a naughty thought to begin with, but there was something about being in her room that made the whole thing very naughty in my mind, and to this day I could not remember a time that I was turned on more in my life. Something else she picked up from TV was the conclusion I came to days later, but I wasn’t thinking about that now. I was thinking about how turned on I was getting seeing all her little-girl stuff around me.

She sat in her bed, and she was a sight to behold. Her tube top pulled down well below her tits, and once again, she was sitting with her legs crossed, allowing her kidcunt to be seen in plain view.

I sat down on the bed next to her, moving a couple of Barbie dolls to the floor. I pulled that tube top over her head as my mouth watered at the sight of her nonexistent tits. I gently laid her on the bed and proceeded to remove her skirt. Doing so, I really wanted to wait, but I couldn’t help cupping my hand around her smooth pink pussy mound. My little one was wet already! But I didn’t want to go in for the main course just yet. I wanted to save her sweet pussy for last, so I started kissing her all over her face and hair, pausing a bit to nibble on her little ears. Again, more coos and purrs oozed from her pursed lips. I kissed her deeply once again, but moved thereafter to her shoulders and massaged her there with my lips and to once again give her little nibbles. Her tiny nipples now just inches from my eager mouth, I couldn’t dwell at her shoulders any longer. I stuck my tongue out and started licking a path to those pink islands on that sea of beautiful pale flesh. I encircled the left one first with my moist tongue, and then moved over to the right.

Subtlety took a vacation at that point, as I took Lori’s nipple — no, her whole 7-year-old tit into my mouth, and started to suck voraciously. The little girl moaned with absolute pleasure as I suckled her flat breast as hard as I could. Removing my mouth, I couldn’t help but notice her little dime-sized nipples seemed to have grown to that of a nickel or even a quarter. Lori must have noticed me pausing to look, because she looked down at her right nipple and said “Oh, Mommy, that bump” (her kiddie word for nipple) “looks like one of yours!” I laughed at this when I recall it now, but I was too intent then on making progress further south. I sucked on the left likewise, and then departed to the area Lori commonly referred to as “down there.”

The first tastes of my daughter’s young hairless pussy will be something I will never forget—sweet tasting nectar—smooth, soooo sooo smooth—and when I made my first serious invasion of her inner lips with my tongue, Lori startled me with the gasp she let out and the shout of “OH MOMMY!” that was so loud I feared my neighbors would hear us. Eating a pussy was not familiar territory for me (the last time I did that was some experimentation I did with my same-age cousin when I was 14), but familiar or not, eating little Lori’s cunt felt so natural, as if I had been doing it all my life. As I went down on her further and harder, Lori started to grind her mound into me. I knew I was getting closer to giving her what I now consider the greatest gift a mom can give a daughter — a great cum — when she started to grunt, “Ohhhh, ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh, OHHHHHHHHH,” with all her might. Suddenly, my little one’s legs tensed up and her hips started to buck. “Cum for me, Lori!” I demanded of her, “Cum for Mommy!” And she did. Wave after wave of pure sex resonated through her tiny body.

After she came down from the heights of passion, she immediately started undressing me. I helped her by kicking off my jeans, as she was transfixed with removing my camisole as slowly as she could, delighting in my long dark nipples being released for her to play with. She poked, prodded, and rolled each one of my tits and nipples with her hands and fingers. And then she took one of them into her hot wet mouth. Seeing her devour that nipple almost made me cum right then and there. She alternated between tits for a while, but then moved down the bed to take off my panties. I know she saw my shaved pussy just this past Saturday, but she looked at it and studied it like she had never see it before. My cunt lips were fully distended, and my oversized clit was fully erect and craving attention. Just as she did with my nipple, she took my clitty into her mouth and began sucking wildly on it. I was nearing my own orgasm as she stopped, opting instead to wrap her fingers around my hard clit and stroking it as if she was stroking a little boy’s cock.

Not wanting to wait any longer, and realizing that all it would take is to dwell on the thought of my 7-year-old making her Mommy cum all by herself, I started to direct the action.

“Stick your finger in my pussy, Lori. Oh God, that feels so good. Oh Lori, oh sweety, yessss. Oh God, stick more fingers in me Lori. Oh God yes yes yes, shove your little hand up my cunt. Oh yeah God yeah. Oh fuck!”

Lori was fisting me, and fisting me good. The sight of her tiny hand all the way in my sopping pussy was something else. I maneuvered myself over her as she continued to fist me so I could control the rhythm. My little girl’s fist fucked me good and everything that was bottled up inside my mind came pouring through my mouth.

“Oh God Lori, fuck your Mommy! Fuck Mommy good! Make me cum! MAKE MOMMY CUM!!! Oh God, you’re so fucking sexy, Lori!” I looked down at her face, and she was smiling from ear to ear. She is such a good girl, and I would’ve told her that right then and there, but I was too intent on cumming. I surrendered to the spasms that went from my pussy and through my entire body as her hand slipped out of me, and, for the first time in many years, my pussy squirted — all over Lori’s tits and tummy.

“Mommy, you peed on me,” Lori said, without caring much really.

“No sweetie,” I said as I laid next to her, “some girls do that, but you’re the first ever besides myself to do that to me. You’re a very good little girl and a very sexy lover.”

We laid down for what I thought would be for the night, but Lori spoke up again.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, sweetie.”

“Can you stick your fingers in me? I wanna cum again.”

Feeling her cunny, she was indeed still wet and, as seen from her body’s response when I felt her up, she was good to go another round.

I gathered up some of my pussy juices and spread her kidcunt lips with my fingers. Slowly I inserted my pinky. She was soooo tight, I had to try a larger finger. God, she felt good, and she let me know that I was doing it right by her ever-building moans and groans. I fucked her with my middle finger as the grunts continued.

“Oh Mommy, fuck me with your hand. Please please please.”

Not wanting to kill the moment with some motherly advice and not wanting to hurt her either, I continued to thrust my finger in and out of her tight pussy as I explained the physical impossibility. Lori didn’t skip a beat, as she continued to near another little girl orgasm.

And then I got an idea. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied a little plastic babydoll, a favorite of hers. Making sure that it was clean, I brought the dolls hand to her gaping pussy and gently shoved the dolls hand and arm inside. As I thrust it in and out of my daughter’s cunt, I looked up to see my daughter’s face light up, her eyes wide.

“Oh Mommy, fuck me Mommy. Oh stick it in further. Mommy make me cum. I’m gonna cum, Mommy, I’m gonna cum!”

And between the sight of that doll’s arm up my little girl’s tight pussy, the cries of pleasure coming from her tiny innocent mouth, and her body convulsions as she yielded to another orgasm, I came myself — again and again.

Her sheets soaked with mommy-daughter fluids, we retired to my bed for the night, but not until we shared a sensuous hug and long kiss. I held her nude body and she held mine as we drifted off to sleep — much like last Saturday night, but this time with me confident that I would awake without guilt and at peace with what we, me and my little daughter, have become: soulmates, best friends and lovers.