Loli ch2

by Lousia May

Well.

After that spectacular evening, my infatuation with Loli Perez blossomed into a full-blown obsession. It was a rare moment that she was NOT on my mind; a mind which now recoiled less and less at the perversity of the situation as my lusting body took over. Ten years old or not, I dreamed of having this girl in my bed, on the ground, in a boat ---anywhere!

I had really thought (how laughable!) that I had this little 'crush' under control. Until that 4th of July night. Her hungry little twisting body against me, her high elfin moans, her SMELL! God, I found myself sniffing at my pungent fingers for hours afterward. Wonderful! A kind of salty, spicy, meaty, Loli smell, from deep inside that amazing little girl. It was all I could do to refrain from taking her home that very night and screw the consequences.

But I very chastely bundled her into the car with Vanessa and we drove her straight to her house. Dan carried her inside. . .

My whole world turned upside down. Where before I had been a rather prim, efficient, relatively sexless soccer Mom (yes, Vanessa played), now I could not help but see the sexuality in EVERYONE. From checkout clerk to schoolteacher, to crossing guard and nurse. Going to my fitness club was, of course, especially intriguing. I would stay some days for hours at a time surreptitiously eying all those fascinating bodies! Skinny, fat, flat-chested, big-breasted, a few with shaved pubic areas! I had to admit a definite predilection for the female body. And in my new, animal state this observation merely interested me intensely rather than shock me. It was, "Hm. Maybe I'm a lesbian," instead of, "Oh my GOD, am I a LESBIAN??!" Though I did experience a certain disturbance at the realization that Vanessa was no longer, shall we say, sexless, in my eyes.

It happened in the blink of an eye: I'd walked upstairs to ask Vanessa if she wanted to go shopping with me, and hadn't realized she'd just come from the pool. Her stereo was on, so she didn't hear me when I walked into her room. She'd just taken off her suit and had her naked back to me while she jounced to the music and rummaged through her drawer for something to wear. I was somewhat astonished at my first thought, which was "Yum!"

Still a lot of conflict inside--

"Oh please, she's your DAUGHTER! You've seen her naked a million times!"

(yes but not since she was 7 or so, and daughter or not, she is GORGEOUS. God help me what a pretty little butt!)

I knew if she saw me there she'd play the Daughter Intruded Upon, but for the moment I just couldn't look away. Wiggling her cute little bare, bikini-pale butt to Christina Aguilera, she was, simply, getting me hot. I breathed a deep silent breath and moved slowly out of the room. And instead of shopping, I went to my own room, closed and locked the door, and took off all my clothes. I stood before the big mirror in front of the bed and cupped both rather full breasts. I loved to watch my nipples expand and grow on their own, as it were. They knew that when I held my breasts, just lightly, feeling their heft, I was preparing to touch my pussy, and to come, and I watched them rise greedily at the prospect. My nipples were quite large, dark, and rubbery, growing to over an inch in length when erect. And when they were erect, they LOVED to be squeeeezed, and twisted and, oh, someone suck them, please??

At this point I had to lie back and slide my long fingers down, down, over my tingling, eager clit, into the already slick tunnel; my trim legs flop open, I watch my abandoned self open obscenely to my insistent hand, I'm so hot seeing myself, fucking myself, I see Vanessa, her yummy bottom, ohhh, no, can't, I can't, it's very hot, mmmm, nooo, where's Loli, ohhhh my Loli, kiss me, little girl, ohhh you're coming, yesss, come for me honey, oh YESSS, good girl, I'm coming, god oh GOD, ohh ngngnn ohh ohhh OHHHH GAAAAAaaaa. . . .

On July 5, my little darling was back at the house. But of course everyone was still at the house, so I had to satisfy myself with glimpses, at the pool, in the kitchen, on the lawn. . .all the while carrying on like the happy and efficient supermom I was. Or used to be.

And the little imp KNEW. Whenever I had the luxury of a quick glance her way, I'd catch her looking back at me. She was good, too; her looks seemed just as casual and innocent as I hoped mine did. But the moment she had the chance --- she GOT me.

It happened when the whole tribe, all twenty or so of us, gathered noisily by the pool to take our annual Family Picture. I, as was customary, herded the lot together by the sliding glass doors to the house, and readied the automatic camera on its tripod. Loli had gone in to get a drink of water or something. As I coaxed everyone into position, I saw movement behind them. And there was Loli behind the glass door, facing me and no one else. My heart just about flipped inside me as I watched her pull her little blue bikini bottom down to her thighs. She just stood there, her pretty little slit open, and grinned at me.

I had to catch a quick breath and prevent anyone turning around. "Alright, that's good, everyone. Now, DON'T ANYBODY MOVE! Let's get a big smile. . ." And a quick glance showed me the little wiseacre had turned and was now shaking the CUTEST little naked butt I had ever seen at me, her suit still down around her legs. Oh, oh, ohh.

But duty called, and I set the camera and ran to my place, inwardly vowing revenge. Whirrr, Click!

I got her back somewhat a week or so later. It was one of the first of many sleepovers the girls began exchanging. Oh yes, my dreamworld perked up at the thought, but after all, I WAS married, and DID sleep with my husband. So any fantasy along those lines seemed out of the question. But she'd be near, so I took comfort in that. Comfortable torture.

That night we all got in jammies and watched TV, Dan and I on the couch and the girls on the floor. My affliction hardly allowed me to take in anything, as these two perky little bottoms squirmed and bounced before me. They both wore oversize jerseys, as I did, and their lithe little legs and cheeky forms drove me to distraction, as they say.

I had to relieve myself, and looked forward to a little cream with my pee (vile woman!). I went to the bathroom, closed the door, pulled down my panties and sat on the pot. I'd gotten it pretty much down to a science: I'd start with a little squirt of pee through my fingers, which would then work it into my now perpetually creamy pussy, and the subsequent combination of warmth and friction would bring about a pleasantly shuddering orgasm in quite short order. I tasted, then wiped (yes), and on the spur decided to forgo the panties. The shirt was thigh length. What the hell.

And it turned out to be a wonderfully serendipitous whim, for who should be in the kitchen as I emerged from the loo but Loli. I smiled innocently. "What're you looking for, hon?" She was reaching up to a cabinet on tiptoe, her pink panties peeking out from beneath.

She grinned back at me, aware of how open the space was between the kitchen and TV room. Her eyes merely widened a bit.

"I wanted a Coke."

"They're down here." I opened the cabinet drawer beneath her, and a wicked thought hit. I called to Vanessa and Dan in the other room. "Anyone else want a Coke while I'm getting them?"

Two disinterested "No's" drifted from the other room. They wouldn't be coming in in the next few seconds, at least. Loli backed away a step as I hiked my shirt to my hip and bent to get the soda. I heard an almost inaudible gasp, then tiny exhale, as I shamelessly put my naked ass on display for my little 10 year old lover-girl. It wasn't a little bubblebutt like hers (tender little handful), but my bottom was quite handsome. In spite of my age (40) and my parenthood, I was always getting complimented on my derriere. From matronly tennis partners (so trim!) to construction workers (nice butt!), it was something of which I'd always been secretly proud.

And here it was smiling brazenly in the face of little Loli. Ooh, I felt the central air whisk my asshole, and muscled a little wink, then slowly stood. My shirt fell back, and I turned holding a sixpack. I plucked a can out. A Gioconda smile. "Here."

Loli's mouth was open and her pretty little tanned face was flushed as she stared up at me.

I touched her cheek with my hand. "Gotcha back."

She swallowed and her head leaned slightly into my hand. A slow grin, her teeth catching her big lower lip. She nodded. "Yep." I brought my hand away.

Vanessa came in. "Mom? Can I have a Coke too?"

"Now how did I know to get more than one?"

Loli got ice from the fridge. "She's psychic." A secret smile at me while Vanessa got glasses.

"Ooh, psychic Mom."

Loli dropped cubes into the glasses. "I bet you can't tell me what color toenails I have. Psychic Mom."

Vanessa giggled. "Ooh, good one."

I sipped an iced tea. "Hmm. . .well, considering that you just got some brand new RED polish that you left on the front hall table, I'd guess, hmm, red?"

Loli's nose scrunched. "Ooh, bust-ed." She took a long pull from her Coke, and stood swirling the ice in the glass.

"What about. . .what's on Vanessa's panties?"

Lo-LI!" Vanessa the Indignant Daughter.

I looked at my daughter coolly. "Hmm. You just went to the mall today, didn't you?" Vanessa nodded, warming to it.

"And you're unicorn-crazy, but I don't think. . ." Vanessa grinned conspiratorially at her friend. "If they had Yellow Duck underwear. . ." and Vanessa's rolling eyes gave it away.

"Yellow Ducks? Really?"

"How did you know??"

"I didn't, really." Another sip of tea. "But Vanessa, come on. If it's not a unicorn, it's a duck.

Vanessa lifted the hem of her shirt, revealing a slight glimpse of, yes, yellow ducks cavorting on an azure field of yummy bottom, STOP!! Good God, woman. . .

"And what about me?" Loli's smile was a caricature of smugness. And beneath that cartoon smile I saw a dare as well.

"What about you?"

"What's on MINE? Hm, hm, hmm??" And she did a little hip swivel and butt grind that made my stomach do a little flip.

"Yeah, what's on Loli's, hm, hm, hmm?" And they both did a little impromptu wiggle tease and started giggling.

I smiled. "Well, who knows? Could be little flying piglets, I don't know."

"Mommy doesn't know, Mommy doesn't know. . ." Vanessa chanted, then stopped as Loli whispered furiously in her ear.

"Okay, okay." She gathered herself as Loli turned her back.

"Want to know what Loli has on hers?" And she very ceremoniously turned and gathered her friend's shirt hem up, up, until her pantied little bottom was revealed to say -- BOOTYLICIOUS! My mouth dropped. Loli turned her head to grin back at me hugely while Vanessa laughed and laughed at the big joke. . .

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