Loli ch9

by Lousia May

Vanessa sat snuggled in her mother's lap, feeling happier than she'd ever thought possible. Her cheek rested against the softness of her mother's breast while her mother's warm strong hands drew wide, lazy circles on her back.

"Mommy?"

"What is it, honey?"

"Ohh, it's just... I'm just..." she hugged her mother tightly, "I'm so, so, so, so, happy!" She whispered fiercely, scattering small, rabid kisses over her mother's full breasts. "I want to stay like this always, always..."

"Oh, my baby..." her mother kissed the top of her daughter's head, held her tightly. She brought her hands to Vanessa's face and held at, looking in her eyes. "I love you so much... Vanessa, my sweet, sweet girl..." she leaned in and kissed the soft golden eyebrows, then looked at her daughter again, shaking her head. "Oh my God, you are so beautiful..." she leaned in again and kissed the tender lips.

Vanessa's mouth opened, softening to her mother's lips, welcoming the kiss. Their tongues met, entwining, and began again to play. Vanessa sighed, her thighs opened wider, and she pressed yourself into her mother. Mrs. Johnson thrilled at the closeness, and her hands roamed all over her daughter's smooth body. They came to rest again on the soft warmth of Vanessa's little bottom. Both strong hands kneaded the small pliable cheeks, as her daughter excitedly squirmed against her.

Vanessa moaned into her mother's mouth as she felt the strong hands slide further beneath her wide-open legs. She felt a long, elegant finger explore her bare, wet slit. "Put it in me, Mommy..." she breathed, "I want you to be all inside of me..."

And now it was her mother's turn to moan, thrusting her long tongue deep into Vanessa's mouth has she sank her finger into her daughter's pussy, feeling the soft slickness inside, and the firm, shallow barrier of her hymen.

Vanessa pulled her face away, a strand of their saliva joining their tender lips. She looked into her mother's dark eyes. "Keep going, Mommy... deeper, all the way in..." she whispered, and blushed. "I... I want you to..."

"Baby..." Mrs. Johnson's heart swelled. "Are you sure? It's a onetime deal, honey... you can never go back." She kissed her daughter's hot forehead. "Think about it, Nessa. You don't have to do this now... I can make you explode so many ways, sweet girl."

"I know, Mommy..." her daughter whispered. "It's just... I just want you to be the one. Really. I've thought a long time about it."

Tears welled up in her mother's eyes, and her free hand came up to rest on her daughter's flushed cheek. Vanessa leaned her head into her mother's hand. Mrs. Johnson brought her forehead down to rest against her daughter's.

They stayed that way for long moment. Then, a huge sigh from Mrs. Johnson: "Ohhhh, Nessa, Nessa, Nessa..." she stroked her daughter's cheek.

"I don't want to hurt you..."

Vanessa covered her mother's hand with her own. "I don't care, Mommy... even if it does hurt a little, I want You to do it... that is so important to me, Mommy."

Mrs. Johnson brought her head up again. "All right, my darling... I'll do this." She lightly wiggled the still-nestled finger. Vanessa breathed in, and her eyes closed. "but if you want to stop, you just tell me and I will. Okay?"

Her eyes still closed, Nessa nodded. "OK," she whispered.

"OK." Mrs. Johnson smiled. "Hey." Her daughter's eyes opened. "Kiss me again." Vanessa smiled back, dimples twinkling, and leaned into her mother, her lips softening...

As they kissed again, Vanessa began to hum, a tuneless, plaintive chant of pure contentment. She felt her mother's working finger sink deeper, and press against her thin, virgin wall. The kiss grew more passionate, Vanessa's humming became urgent sighs; she began pressing herself onto her mother's hand...

and in their frenzy, Mrs. Johnson felt her daughter's pussy get more wet, more slick-- and as Nessa moaned into her mouth, she drove her finger deep, deep into the core, feeling the piercing, the slicksoft bump and slide. . .

And Vanessa felt the change, the instant white-hot swoop into adulthood, and cried out, her wail muffled in the tender confines of her mother's loving mouth. Her mother crooned, and kissed, and thrust her finger, swirling, bold, in, in and through her daughter's depth, as Vanessa squirmed and wriggled against her.

And the woman felt her baby gradually calm, then change, her motions becoming more active, more in rhythm with her mother's fucking. . .for Mrs. Johnson was now, indeed, fucking her daughter Vanessa, three fingers now pumping fast, in and out of the bare, wet little pussy. Her hand glistened, pink and shining, as it flailed away; and Vanessa, panting, began to feel an explosion building, one whose power she had never experienced. It was beginning to scare her.

She pulled him back from their long kiss: "M-mmommy? I'm. . .ohhHHHhh, Gosh, I think I'm. . .oh, Mommy, I'm gonna. . .ohhHHHHHHH!!!! OH!OHH!! NNGGGGAAAAHHHH!!!!"

And her mother held her, and watched her baby's face as she came, and fucked her all the while, seeing Vanessa cry and scream and weep against her, thrusting herself powerfully into her mother's hands, locking her strong, slim thighs around her waist. . .

And then she went limp, and fell, her head on her mother's neck. And Mrs. Johnson carried her Nessa to her own bed, and dried her, and kissed her, and tucked her in. . .and loved her daughter with all her heart, and blessed the night.