Loving Little Lori, Part 3: The Joy of Surfing

by Lori's Mommy

Author’s note: This story is another installment in the “Loving Little Lori” series. You will get more out of this story if you read Parts 1 and 2 first.

It was a couple of weeks after our special date when Lori’s sexual awakening became a bit of an issue for her and me. Up to that time, our intimate relationship was turning out to be the start of something very special in both of our lives. I would say that our relationship was quickly becoming “something only a mother and daughter can share”, but that was just too much of a cliché, because that could be said for any typical traditional mother / daughter relationship. What Lori and I now had was much deeper than that, much more fulfilling, much more natural. I guess the best way to describe it is that before Lori became my lover and I hers, I thought I had everything I needed in my relationship with her. I mean, it was pretty much perfect in my eyes. But it just seems that when we became lovers, it filled up so many holes (no pun intended – really) in the relationship – holes I didn’t even knew existed. It scares me to think how empty our relationship would be without its physically intimate nature. So everything up to that point was more perfect than perfect, but as I soon found out, an early sexual awakening is prone to a problem or two.

It was the first week of 2nd grade for Lori when this was brought to my attention. I was at work, and I got a phone call from Lori’s teacher. She told me that she caught her with her hand down her pants and masturbating while on the playground. Oh shit, I thought to myself, and within the next minute, I could see and was anticipating my whole world crumbling before me. I don’t even remember what I said to the teacher or how the rest of the conversation went, I just sort of got lost in a sea of paranoia. I wasn’t so concerned that Lori would tell her teacher about the nature of our relationship because she and I had a very long and successful talk about how special we are together and how it would ruin it if anyone were to find out. The best way I can describe it is that I started weaving a story in my mind of Lori being so embarrassed by getting caught, that it would traumatize her sexually, and our relationship would return to what it was before, and the fear of the emptiness I would most definitely feel in going back to the traditional mother / daughter relationship started to overwhelm me and pretty much put me into panic mode.

But, thank the powers that be, sanity prevailed. I realized that our love for each other was way too important in our lives to risk losing it because of a panicky, paranoid mom. I had to get my head together and think. Nothing came to mind immediately, but I was confident I would think of something.

Needless to say, I didn’t get much done at work that afternoon. I was so intent on coming up with a solution, I didn’t even turn the radio on during the drive home. I needed to concentrate. And I’m sure I must have looked like a zombie to Lori while we were eating dinner. I just couldn’t figure out a way to approach Lori on what happened (thank God she didn’t bring it up during dinner), and I couldn’t figure out a way to keep her from doing that in public. I really feared that if I just stopped at saying “don’t do it in public” it would tell her that doing this is bad behavior, and I feared further that this perception of doing something wrong would impact and maybe even be the beginning of the end of our very special relationship. Perhaps I was panicking again, but rational or irrational, I didn’t want to take any risk of losing something I had quickly grown to love and rely on.

Lori had finished her dinner and, after placing her dishes in the sink, she went off, I’m thinking probably, to play. I was pretty much finished with my dinner (I wasn’t very hungry to begin with), so I began the clean-up process. Coming out of another deep-thought session, I realized I hadn’t seen or heard from Lori in a while. I called for her.

“Lori?” I said in the usual level. No answer.

“Lori, sweetie?” a little louder this time. Still no answer.

“Lori, whatcha doin’?” a little louder still.

No answer after three times is all I need to go looking. As I peered into the living room, I found Lori in her loose summer PJ’s. She had her PJ top lifted up to her armpits and she was massaging one of her tits with one hand, and the other hand she had down her PJ bottoms – all the while watching some Olsen Twins show on cable. Not wanting to disturb her “private time”, and, well let’s face it, it was such a turn on – even in my state – that I wanted to watch a bit before perhaps joining in, I stayed in the doorway. I could tell her attention was squarely on the Olsen Twins, who, in this particular show were about 9 or 10 and happened to be wearing bikinis. I figured that if she was just jilling herself “just because,” she wouldn’t be watching the Olsen’s frolic about in their bikinis so intently. No, it was apparent that she was quite aroused by the girls on the TV. As much as I wanted to join in the fun, I realized that now, or at least after she came, was my opportunity to bring up the issue to her.

Her breathing become rapid and labored, and I could tell she was nearing her little-girl cum. Her body continued to wiggle in delight with this newfound pleasure she so obviously enjoyed and took advantage of whenever she could. And, then, as if hit by lightning, her legs tightened up, her body arched, and she exploded in what seemed to be a incredibly intense orgasm.

“Having some fun there, little girl?” I interrupted, as she started to taste the little-girl juices that were on her fingers.

“Oh hi Mommy, yeah,” she said as she slurped a couple digits, “that was a goooood one!!!”

“Yeah, those Olsen twins are cute, aren’t they?”

“Uh-huh! I like lookin’ at them!”

“I can tell. Looks like you were havin’ a real good time. So, I guess you like them better than you like me, huh?” I said in a teasing tone of voice.

Even though I tried to sound like I was teasing, I think Lori wasn’t sure if I was being serious, because she just looked at me sort of surprised, as if she were caught, and try as she might, she just couldn’t spit any words out of her mouth. I figured she was about to experience a major guilt trip, so I smiled at her. She knew immediately that I was kidding, and a big grin swept across her cute little face.

Still trying to explain herself, she said, “No Mommy, I like lookin’ at you too! But Mary Kate and Ashley are really pretty, too. I mean, you’re pretty too, Mommy.” Lori kept digging herself a deeper and deeper hole, and it was up to me to rescue her.

“Don’t worry sweetie, Mommy was just teasing you. I know exactly what you mean. What you’re trying to say is that one isn’t any better than the other, they’re just different, right?”

Lori nodded to tell me that I hit the nail squarely on the head.

“But I am curious, what is it about little girls that you like? Their tits haven’t grown yet, and they sorta look just like boys.”

“Unh unh,” Lori replied, shaking her head in disagreement. “Boys are gross – they have that little thingy hangin’ down there!”

We laughed.

“An’ b’sides, Mommy,” Lori continued, “You know how you like banana ice cream an’ I like banana ice cream? An’ you know how you like scary movies and I like scary movies? I like what you like – and YOU LIKE LITTLE GIRLS CUZ YOU LIKE ME – so I like little girls too!”

(I guess she got me there. I didn’t have a clue for a comeback. Quite the manipulator, she is.)

Seeing me speechless only encouraged her to continue. “But don’t worry Mommy, you’re real pretty and your boobies are fun to touch and squeeze. An’ your pee-pee, uh I mean cunny, now it looks just like mine!” (She must have remembered from the few times we saw each other naked prior to our “new relationship” that I once had pussy hair.)

“So tell me,” I asked, “what do you feel when you see a pretty little girl like yourself?”

“Good.”

“Whattaya mean, good? I mean, what do you feeeel?”

“Sometimes when I see a little girl, I sorta get excited, but not like a ‘YAY’ excited, a diff’rent kinda excited.”

This is great, I thought to myself. I need to encourage her to talk more about this because she is opening up to me about her sexuality. “Different how?”

“Well, my cunny gets kinda tingly an’ it feels like I’m wetting my pants an’ when I put my hands in there to see if I did, it feels really good, an’ when it feels really good, it makes me wanna look at the little girl again an’ then it gets more tingly an’ I wanna look at the little girl summore an’ it gets more tingly an’ more tingly an’ more tingly an’—”

Her little voice was getting higher and higher pitched as she used the pitch of her voice to mimic the build up to an orgasm. “OK, I got it!” I exclaimed. “I know what you mean.”

“I know you know!” she replied, flashing me a very sexy and evil grin while she started playfully rubbing my pussy through my jeans.

“Stop that!” I teased back. Although I wanted her to continue, I had to get this conversation back on track.

“So, what do you do when, say, you see a pretty little girl, on say, a playground?” (I couldn’t think of anything else to say.)

And very matter of factly, she said to me “Yeah, that happened today. I started rubbin’ myself and my teacher didn’t like it. I told her I wouldn’t do it anymore.” I was so proud of her that she took it all in stride. And I was proud of us for building this trust we have in each other.

“Well, I’m glad you respect your teacher’s wishes. So you know not to do that in public, right?”

She nodded, and then added, “But it’s sooo hard not to do it sometimes!”

And that’s when I got my idea. If I could provide visual stimulation at home, maybe that would be enough for her to be able to wait.

“How about this,” I started “what if I were to tell you that there are lots and lots of pictures of little girls on the Internet that you could look at?”

“Huh?”

“If you had pictures of little girls to look at on the Internet, would it be easier to wait to play with your cunny until you get home?”

“Will they have b’kinis on like Mary Kate and Ashley? ‘Cuz I really like seeing them when their almost nakie!”

“Sure, there’s all sorts of pictures. Some are in bathing suits, some are in their PJ’s, and some are even in sexy dresses and underwear. And I bet you some” and I drew her near and whispered in her ear and spoke real fast “don’t have a top or bottom on and you can see their titties and cunnies!”

Following her lead, both of us, in one of those pure mother-daughter moments, started to squeal and jump up and down with delight.

“OK, then it’s a deal. Mommy’s gonna go find some pictures of little girls for her sweetie! Give me an hour, and I’ll show you what I have found.”

I went into my study and fired up my laptop. Trusty credit card in hand, I bought subscriptions to little girl modeling sites like We Are Little Stars, Talents R Us, and Magazine Fashion, and a couple of other sites that had loads of pictures of nude little girls. Let’s see, site names, user ID’s, and password files saved. Web addresses bookmarked. We’re all set!

I went to off to get Lori. It was getting a little late, but it was a Friday, and it was OK if Lori didn’t go to bed until late.

“Hey sweetie, I’ve got you all set up. Come with me!”

I showed her where the site names were in the favorites list and showed her where the user names and passwords were and how to log in to her subscriptions. But before she could start looking, I had a suggestion to make.

“You know what I like to do when I look at pictures on the Internet to make it even more fun to masturbate?”

She gave me a look like I was from Mars, and I realized that she didn’t know that word. All this time, it never came up, and if it did, she must have not paid attention.

“I’m sorry sweetie. The word is mas-tur-bate. That’s the real name for when you rub your cunny until you cum. Us girls like to call it ‘jilling’. Some simply say that you’re playing with yourself.”

That cleared up, I continued. “When I know I’m gonna have a lot of time to look at pictures and make myself cum, I like to dress up in something sexy, like those girls in the Victoria’s Secret catalog in the bathroom. I know – we can both do that tonight!”

“But I don’t have anything like that to wear!”

“Let’s see if we can find something,” I said leading her to my bedroom and lingerie drawer.

“Here,” I said, offering her a hot-pink see-through lace bra and a matching g-string panty.

“These won’t fit me, silly.”

I knew that was going to be the case, but I did my best to adjust all the bra straps to their smallest position and reasoned that I would figure something out for the back of the bra and the g-string.

She went off to her room to put them on, and even with the adjustments, they were basically falling off of her. My pussy was already getting quite moist in anticipation of the jill-fest we were about to have, and seeing her delicious 7-year-old body in lingerie (ill-fitting as it was) just about made me gush. With some creative tying of various spots of excess fabric and straps, I got the outfit to work, but also made sure it was loose enough that I could sneak a peek at her perfect nipples and the smooth folds of her bald labia. I sent her off to the study to wait while I changed.

A few minutes later, I appeared in the door wearing a short totally see-through white babydoll and a pair of white satin crotchless panties.

“Hi sexy,” I said to my little girl.

She smiled at that. “Hi sexy,” she said in return and then added, “Mommy, you’ve got a hole in your panties and your clitty’s sticking out!”

Sure enough, my freakishly large clit was sticking out like a little hard dick. And pussy juice was already oozing out and running down one of my legs. Saving an explanation of what crotchless panties are all about for later, we logged in to the first website.

Almost immediately, Lori started frigging herself. I almost said “not so fast”, but it was clear to me that she wasn’t just doing this because this was what you were supposed to do, she was truly aroused at all the pictures of little girls her age very scantily dressed. What was really somewhat of a surprise to me is how much the real little ones, the 3 and 4 year olds, aroused her.

“Oh Mommy, they’re so little and soooo sexy. I wish I could stick my fingers in them and lick their tits. Do ya think they would like that?”

I almost came just from hearing her say that. “Oh yeah, little girl, they’d like that. They’d like that good,” I said as my fingers found my wet swollen pussy. There would be time for the lecture about “only if they said yes” later. For now, we were in full jilling mode!

“Would you like to put your fingers in them, Mommy?”

“Oh yesssss, Mommy would like to eat their pussies . . . mmmmmm . . . How are you doing, sweetie?”

“Oh God Mommy, this feels so good . . . this is so much better."

“Do you feel naughty Lori? I like to feel like I’m being naughty, don’t you?”

With that, Lori started picking up the pace of her rubbing. By this time, she had shed the bra and had the g-string dangling around her pretty little feet.

I continued, “Are you my naughty girl? Oh, you’re so naughty looking at these pictures of these little girls . . . sooo naughty.”

“Oh Mommy, I like being naughty!” my little 7-year-old exclaimed as she continued to finger and rub her sopping kiddie cunt.

“Mommy’s gonna make you be even more naughty,” I said as I took the mouse from her hands and switched to a preteen nude site. I quickly navigated until I found a photo of a nude 3-year-old girl with her legs spread wide. Clicking on the thumbnail, the image enlarged right in front of my baby’s eyes.

Instantly at the sight of the naked toddler, I became invisible to Lori. She no longer addressed me, but addressed the little girl on the monitor directly. “You’re so naughty taking your clothes off so I can see your cunny!” Lori said, half shouting.

I knelt down in front of her and started to eat her pussy as Lori pulled on her clit. Lori continued “Show me your cunny! Stick your fingers in it, you naughty girl! I’m gonna eat your pussy ’cause you’re soooo naughty . . . you’re sooo naughty . . . you’re soooo naughty . . . sooooo naughty . . . ”

That’s all she could say as she built herself up to an earth-shattering orgasm. As it did earlier, her body started to tense up and then started to convulse violently. I held my little girl around her waist and pushed her pussy hard into my mouth as she finally came, sending her sweet little-girl juices flowing over my tongue and down my throat the same time multiple spasms traveled through my wet and now gaping pussy. Needless to say, we were spent. And we had only gone through a small fraction of the pictures.

That night, we didn’t have the energy to get up and get to a bed, opting rather to sleep in the study. Tomorrow’s Saturday, I thought, and that means plenty of time to spend with my little Lori and all of her new little Internet friends.