Anne Remembers, Part IV

by mom.anne

This part of the story is Mf. If that bothers you, best to skip it and wait for the next installment. I would have left it out but since Anne sent it, I wanted to include it.

Mia left for school, and Sarah decided to take the day off from work. She instead was going to move to the next envelope. She had showered and done the breakfast dishes, and then sat down in the living room with her wooden box. She was naked.

Sarah opened the box, and took out the next envelope. In it was a smaller white envelope, with her name on it. It was not in her mom's handwriting. There was also a DVD. She opened it the envelope and began reading.

Sarah,

Your mother tells me that she is getting a box together for you, and asked me to write a letter to you. She is going to put it in a memory box for you. I will do my best.

I will not presume that my involvement in your life was as noteworthy as your involvement in mine, or that you even remember me, so I will start from the beginning.

This is Bob.

I was 25 when I first met your mother, and she invited me to your home to do small maintenance jobs. I was in graduate school and the extra money I earned really helped me out. It reached a point where I was over at your house two or three nights a week fixing things, painting, or anything your mom or her sister had in mind. I was always invited for dinner, so that was an added bonus.

You had just turned 12 and I noticed you were often hanging around and chatting with me as I worked. I enjoyed you being nearby. You were a very smart 12 yr old, and I always thought you were very cute. You had just begun to mature, so your little butt was growing a bit with your hips, and your breasts were lovely little mounds under the t shirts that you usually wore. I noticed you seldom wore a bra, and there were days I was able to see into your shirt and see those lovely swells topped with puffy nipples.

I recall the night that I had worked late finishing up the instillation of the garbage disposal. You had gone to bed and I was washing up when your mother came into the kitchen. She asked me if I had noticed how much you were hanging around and if it bothered me. I told her I noticed and enjoyed talking to you, even if you were only 12. I said it made the work go faster and that your being so cute was an added bonus. She smiled, and then paused, like she was debating saying something else.

She must have decided not to, because she turned and started to walk out of the room, but then paused at the door. She turned, looked at me for what seemed forever, and then said "You know she has a crush on you".

I could feel myself blush, and said, "No, I did not realize that." I had not had much experience with young girls. I had been with a few women my age, but never anyone younger.

"Well, she does", your mother said. "She can't wait for you to come over, and she won't leave you alone unless I insist. And from the way you interact with her, I assume that you also are attracted her".

I didn't know what to say. I tried to say something, anything, but I couldn't get the words out.

Yes, Bob," your mother continued "I have seen you stare at her cute butt, and even sneak peeks down her shirt to see her budding breasts. More than once I have seen you get hard as she stands close to you."

Now I was really scared. I was not someone who was attracted to young girls, but she was right. I was attracted to you. I was sure she was going to kick me out and I would never see you again.

"Yes," I replied "I am attracted to your daughter. I have never been attracted to young girls before, it is just that she seems so smart and grown up. But I would never do anything, I promise." I was about to run out the door.

"What do you mean when you say anything?" she asked.

"I mean I would not, like, date her or anything." I was blushing a lot, not sure what to say.

"You are both feeling the same way, so I do not think it would be wrong if you took her out on a date. I am sure Sarah would be thrilled."

"But you know that she turns me on. Aren't you afraid I might act on it? Aren't you afraid I might molest her?"

"I know you are a loving young man. I know you will not hurt her. As long as you do not force her to do something she does not want, I trust both you and her."

I left that night confused, and didn't sleep much. This was not a normal conversation with a normal mother. She was giving me permission to become intimate with her 12 yr old daughter. By the time I had finished my classes the next day, I had decided to risk it and see if your mother truly was okay with me dating you. I called your house and your mother answered. I told her I wanted to take you to a movie, and she said that I was asking the wrong person. She called you to the phone.

As I said earlier, I am not sure how much you remember, so if I am getting to specific, just skip past whatever is boring. At least, though, this gives you an idea of what I was thinking through all of this.

When you got to the phone and heard it was me you sounded confused, and scared. I was scared too. I felt like I was a 12 year old boy asking you out for the first time. When you said yes, I was thrilled, and told you I would pick you up at 7 PM. I arrived at the house at 6:30, and waited down the block until 7. You came to the door wearing the sexiest shirt, and I could tell you had decided to wear a bra. With it you wore a pair of black jeans that were skin tight. I do not know if you noticed my staring at you but your mother did. She winked and said that since it was Friday night you did not have to be home until Midnight.

I will never forget that first night with you. We saw Flashdance, and then went to get a snack at Big Boy's. We talked a lot. You were really interested in my schooling, and I loved hearing about you and your dreams. I took you home and I told you how much I liked you and asked if I could kiss you. You blushed and said yes.

It was our third date when I took you to a quiet unlit road. When our lips touched I was in heaven. When my tongue felt your small tongue I could not hold back my arousal. After a few minutes, I reached for your breasts, and your hand covered mine. I thought you were going to move it away, but instead you moved it under your shirt.

Even now that night of discovering your body is my most erotic memory. You did not wear a bra and your small breasts were so soft. When my hand felt your bare breast, your nipples hardened under my palm. I felt like this was the first breast I ever felt. I saw them for the first time as I lifted your shirt to suck your nipples. I can still see them in the moonlight. They were beyond beautiful, pale and pure. The innocence of a firm, small, budding breast.

I unbutton your jeans and slid my hand into your panties. I felt no hair, just a very wet, small pussy. I felt the soft tender lips, and then moved up to your clit. I was sucking on your breast as I rubbed your clitoris and you started to move and tremble. I heard you make little cooing sounds as you got more and more excited. You pulled my head into your loving breast with one hand and my fingers into your pussy with the other. When you came you stopped breathing, and started shaking all over. I looked down and you had soaked the seat of the car through your jeans.

Seeing you come made me fall in love with you. I was thinking I would take you home but you unzipped my pants and pulled out my very hard cock. I can still feel your small 12 yr old fingers circle the shaft and stroke. I leaned back and asked you if you were sure you wanted to do this. I said you didn't have to. You responded by putting that small mouth on my cock. I could feel your lips stretch around it, and your tongue rub the head. I was in heaven, but I could not last long. I warned you, but you did not pull away. I came in your mouth and you swallowed as much as you could. I hugged you and told you I loved you. You said nothing.

A week later, I came over and your mother said they were going out and we would have the house to ourselves until the next morning. She slipped a condom in my hand and told me "Just in case". I looked to you and you smiled, and nodded slightly. I took you upstairs into your bedroom. I could not wait.

I had you stand in front of me as I undressed you. I unbuttoned your shirt, and removed it. You looked so nice in your white bra, holding in those lovely little tits. I then undid your shorts, and pulled them off. I gave you little kissed all around that lovely bra and your cute panties. I turned you toward the mirror so we could both watch as I first removed your bra, then your panties. We together looked at your lovely, yet still immature body. Your breasts were small, and still so soft and white. You had no hips and your little lips between your legs were still that of a little girl, with almost no sign of the outer lips. I gently ran my fingers around your breasts, and then slowly down to the junction of your thighs. I gently tickled the crack of your closed pussy.

You stopped my hand, turned towards me, and announced that it was now your turn. You unbuttoned and took of my shirt and your small hands caressed my stomach and chest. I was looking at you, seeing your eyes memorize every part of me. I was hoping you were feeling the love that I was. You then undid my pants, and pulled them down with my underwear. I stepped out of my pants as my cock sprung free. It was rock hard and pointing at the ceiling. You looked at it, touched it, and stroked it. You bent over and rubbed your lovely nipples on the head, and the precum that was leaking out made the nipples shine. I stood you up and hugged you.

It was then that the differences in our ages were most noticeable. The top of your head did not reach my chin, and the head of my erect cock was touching the bottom of your breast. I was excited even more, but I was also scared. I knew that you had a lot of living to do before you would be ready to make a commitment to me that I was ready to make to you.

You pulled me down to the bed, and crawled on top of me. You scooted up so that your mouth was on mine, and we kissed. It was a long, loving kiss. My hands were caressing your back and cute little butt. My cock was between your thighs. I almost came just from feeling your little naked body against mine. Even as I write this now my cock is harder than it has been in years.

I rolled us over and began first with your baby tits. I covered them with kisses and licks. By the time I started moving down they were soaked with my saliva. It was difficult, but I did leave those breasts, to move down, lower and lower, until my mouth was on your pussy. I licked it, tasted it, and fingered it. I went lower and licked your cute little anus, and then back to your pussy. I continue to lick and finger and you were breathing fast and again starting to shake. You grabbed my hair and pulled my head up towards you. I was above you, and I looked into your eyes. I asked you if you were sure you wanted this. You gave a big smile and said more than anything else in the world. I grabbed the condom off the bedside table and opened it. You took it from me and threw it across the room. You said you wanted to feel all of me in you, even my cum, as you reached between us and pulled my cock toward your little pussy.

It was tight, very tight, but I was able to enter you. You showed a bit of pain in your face, and then relaxed. Your little body was below me as I started thrusting into you. I must admit I was out of control with lust. I was making love to the most beautiful, sexy little girl on the planet. I started to kiss you as you reached between us and rubbed your clit. We came together, with me filling your little pussy with cum.

We played throughout the night. I came twice more and you came a total of five times. You ended the night insisting I come in the bathroom for a surprise. I laid down in the tub, you straddled me, and peed. I had never been peed on before, but from you it was the most erotic of gifts. You held open your pussy and covered my cock, my chest and even my face with your urine. I loved it.

We continued to be together until you were almost 15. I could feel you drifting away. You got more involved in High School, and had less time for us. It did not come as a surprise when you told me it was over, but it hurt worse than I have ever been hurt, before or since. I do not blame you. I knew from the beginning that you would need to move on.

I hear from your mother you are doing well. That makes me very happy. I never found anyone I could fall for like I did you. I have been married and divorced twice. I am now smart enough to not try again.

Thank you for reading the story of the best time of my life.

Bob

Sarah was not aroused at the story. She was crying. She loved Bob, but yes, she had a lot to explore before she could settle down. She wished he had come along at the right time of her life. He was just too early. She thought of this as she made and ate her lunch. She wondered where he was. She wondered if it was too late. Would it be mean for her to give him a call?

She returned to the envelope and picked up the DVD. She opened the case and read the short note. It was from her mother.

Sarah,

As you may remember, I knew your first night would occur when it did. I was ready. I set up the camcorder to record the event in your bedroom. I hope you enjoy it as I did all these years. There is no greater joy a mother can have then to see her child experience true joy.

Anne

PS I transferred it to DVD because I was wearing out the video tape.

Sarah's hands were shaking as she put the DVD into the machine. She turned it on and she saw herself, at 12, walking into the room with Bob. She was shocked at how well Bob remembered it. It was exactly how he said. As she watched, though, she realized that it was not herself she was seeing on the screen. She was seeing Mia. Sarah's body at 12 matched hers exactly. She was getting more aroused as she watched the touching and kissing; the licking and sucking. Her hand went to her wet pussy as she rubbed and watched. But it was not seeing herself with Bob that was arousing. It was watching Bob, a man she loved, and maybe still loves, touching and kissing and making love to her daughter Mia.

She came three times watching the three hour movie. Afterwards she put the envelope back in the box, showered and got dressed. She thought of Bob as she chopped vegetables for dinner. She thought of Mia as she breaded the chicken. She thought of all three of them together as she put it in the oven, and went to her room to masturbate one more time before Mia got home.