My Precious Little Girl

by My Girls

As I lay in my own bed last night my mind was not at rest. For a year I have not made love to a woman and my body I thought has ceased to be desirable and almost loose the attention I so wish for. The release of my vaginal fluids is a once a day occurrence. Whether it be at work or in the privacy of my bedroom. I often sit in the bathroom loving the sensation of the release of urine from my bladder and my fingers will often go down and retrieve a few drops of my pee. After tasting the golden liquid from my fingers I will go to my bedroom. I stand in front of the full length mirror, one foot resting on my dressing table chair and I look at my body. I am five foot eight tall with blue eyes and I have long dark curly blonde hair which hangs down to the cleft of my cleavage. I have been told I look like Nicole Kidman, but alas I can not see the similarity. You would have to add quite a few pounds to her body to even get close to my size. I weigh nine stone eleven and with thirty six double ‘e’ breasts thankfully they don’t look misplaced on my plumpness. They have always been an asset helping me to seduce many a women and back in my youth although a bit smaller a few girls and boys. My ex husband loved them and it was them that attracted him and like so many men he would talk to them and not my face. They like my ass are heading south and I’m sure my breasts will flatten and sag down to my navel in time and my long nipples will point the way to my feet. My thighs are big to say the least and my ass is better left unmentioned. I have a pot belly which I think is quite adorable even if I do say so myself and I have a Schwarzkopf crystal belly piercing. With this image of myself staring back at me I will caress my clitoris till the euphoria takes hold of my whole being. Standing motionless with my eyes closed taking in the sensations I can feel the juices running down my inner thighs. My pussy will swell and moisten at anytime of the day. The tiniest glance of an attractive female or just the hint of bare flesh exposing a cleavage will send an electric pulse through my body to the tip of my clitoris. This jolt is just a millisecond hint of the impending orgasm I am about to achieve as my pussy needs to be tended to and loved. These own self achieving releases of sexual frustration do not compare to the loving tender touch of a woman. The pinching of my nipples and the ultimate pain of a large thick plastic cock fucking my ass still does not give me the pleasure I so want. I need a woman to fuck me, love me, kiss me, touch my body and soul and make me come as only another woman can do.

With the thoughts of a woman tending to my every desire. I began to touch myself as I lay naked on my bed. My finger gently caressed the opening of my pussy between the swelled wrinkled folds of my overly big protruding labia. I could feel the juices oozing from within and the warm liquid covered my penetrating finger. I pulled it out slowly and a strand of clear liquid between my finger tip and my wet cunt held for a moment. The drop lingered on my finger till I opened my mouth and licked it to taste myself. I do love how I taste and smell. I love to cover myself with my bed sheets and finger my cunt letting the wonderful smell of my sex fill the area around me. As I pulled on my nipples my thoughts changed. Gone was the woman and now the image was of my own precious baby. A sudden flash of the pain of giving birth to her and as it disappeared into nothingness when I saw her tiny body for the first time changed directly to her suckling my breast. I was holding her naked body resting on my own bare flesh as her tiny hands played with my other breast as she gulped down my milk. My thoughts of her were not sexual as I tried to push them away as I continued to masturbate, but they would not go. I continued as the images of her continued. All of them involved me and her. Always naked. In the bedroom, bath or in the living room. Our naked bodies holding one another. The image of my baby became my princess now at the age of seven and still we where huddled together, now in my bed. As my orgasm ripped through me I could not enjoy the aftermath disgusted that I had just had images of her while I pleasured myself.

I looked at the clock on my bedside table and it was nine fourteen. Charlie I knew would be in bed asleep or secretly watching her television which I knew she did often. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash my pussy and have a pee, This time I didn’t taste my piss. The candle where still lit from our bath time and the smell of them nipped at my nostrils as I blew them out and the smoke trickled upward. I closed the door and switched of the corridor light to see if I could see and flickering light under my daughter's bedroom door, but there was none.

“Ahh my baby’s asleep,” I muttered to myself.

When Charlie sometimes comes to my room I love to watch her sleep. So peaceful and so adoringly sweet. My love for her oozes from every pour in my body and I want to keep her so safe and pure I am sure I am too over protective as are most or all mothers. I would love for her to be young forever so I can dote on her and take care of her forever. But I know like my other daughter Alex she will become a teenager and soon like tonight be out doing her own things. I fumbled for the door handle to her room and open it. There she was. Her small bedside lamp illuminated her sweet face. One arm lay under her and the other lay on top of her duvet clutching her bunny rabbit. Her best friend which hw as to me since I was a child. His name was floppsy as he had long floppy ears. Although one was now missing. A slight enigma as like socks it came off and went missing when I put him in the washing machine. He never left her side and I hoped like me she would talk to him like I did about things you would never talk to your parents about. Good or bad. I shut the door behind me and walked to her bedside. I knelt down and kissed her forehead and she stirred a little. She opened her sleepy eyes and looked at me. I smiled and stood and my little angel looked at my naked body from head to toe.

“Can Mummy sleep with you sweetheart?” I asked her.

Charlie just smiled and did not reply. I walked to the other side of her bed and climbed in behind her. Her bed was so soft and warm. I shuffled up right behind her and loved that she felt so warm to touch. I felt and still do feel such admiration for her. My perfect little girl so sweet and perfect and a little angel most of the time. My breast sagged down and I pressed them against her bare back. I could feel her cute bottom press against my tummy as I spooned her and rested an arm over her body and my hand came to rest on her hand with Floppsy. This was my first time I had slept in her bed with her and I found to this day that I loved it. When my children are away I often find when I miss them and want them with me I will end up sleeping in one of their beds or sometimes I will take one of their pillows to bed with me so I can simply smell them. As I lay there, my body pressed against her I quickly fell asleep.

I hear the faint hum of the morning traffic on the motorway not half a mile from the house. The window is ajar and the soft breeze outside delicately sways the thin fabric curtains letting the morning sun break through. The thoughts in my mind cease as the sunlight makes the blackness of my sight become red through my eyelids. My mind is blank as I awake until I smell the faint perfume of my precious little girl. This my most treasured possession in the whole world lies naked against my body not aware of my undivided maternal love and admiration of her perfection. This tiny body so warm and soft not moving but for the slow movement of her bare chest as she inhales my own bodily scent. This delicate girl has without thought or action ever questioned her own love for the woman who last night slid under her duvet and curled up to her naked body. My eyes open slowly and the blur becomes sharper as my eyes adjust to the brightness of this new morning. I close my mouth to inhale the fresh aroma of my darling sweet love. Her soft blonde hair smells of peaches as I remember the bath and the way I caressed the shampoo into her scalp only last night. Our bath times are special as my baby lay onto my chest sat between my legs’ I clasp my arms around her thin frame and over her flat chest and whisper all manner of things into her ear. The steam filled room is lit only by candle light and as the light flickers over our moist naked flesh we chat about nothing in particular without having to strain our minds too much. The hot water lies almost motionless around our bodies only stirring as myself and my baby inhale the smell of the bubbles that burst above the water releasing their aromatic scent of what is described on the bottle as an ocean freshness aroma. I still smell that freshness which emanates from both our bodies. Chalrie’s head rest on my right breast and I can feel her breath on it. I look down to see her face covered in her beautiful blonde hair and I gently brush it aside trying not to wake her. This reveals her beauty and she possess all the beauty a child has to offer. As I look down I see her little mouth slightly open. I can see her tongue and she has left a small trail of saliva down my breast. I feel around scooping up all I can feel and suck It from my fingers. Her cold saliva warms quickly in my mouth and I can taste her. It’s hard to describe, but I liked it. I drank it down and I felt a twinge inside me. I told myself to stop it and my thoughts returned simply to the beauty of my girl. She looked so sweet. A content look, so peaceful as if she where having a lovely dream. I look at her eyes and the tiny eyelashes adorning her lids that hide those beautiful big blue eyes. A blue that is so crisp unlike any I have seen before.. Chalrlie is somewhat clever and knows exactly what kind of face to pull if she wants something. A shy look and puppy dog eyes and if she’s determined she has the knack of a little fluttering which any woman would be hard pushed to refuse her. That gets me every time. I love her cute upturned button nose and her pouty lips are so soft to kiss. Her left hand is resting on my left breast and I gently stroke it and see the perfection of her skin. Soft wisps of fine hair on her arms. Perfectly cut nails which I had done two days ago and she has large half moons which to some people mean that they are very generous in nature and Charlie is so generous in the looks department. I slowly pull the duvet from her body to look at her. It was a non sexual thing but I do adore her naked body. Just the pure pleasure of her nakedness makes me so proud to be her mother and know that I gave birth to this heavenly creature. I gently move her arm from my breast and she shuffle slightly. I look down and see her tiny nipples high on her chest. So small and pink with a little mole below her right nipple. I can see the soft smooth areas on her chest where her breasts will grow and I hope she takes after my mother and they don’t get to large like my own. Her rippled ribs are clearly visible and I can see her hip bone jutting slightly above her legs. I adore her bottom which I playfully pat whenever she’s around and I love that she is comfortable to walk around in the nude. Her ‘cunny’ as she calls it is so beautifully soft as I hate admit it I have touched in the bath. Just to look at it does get to me. It’s so perfect in every way. Bald and smooth and her outer labia are just so divine and puffy. I have also inspected her anus for medical purposes only and that is a thing of beauty as well. A little dark and her rectal muscle is almost unwrinkled. Now don’t get me wrong I adore little girls and love to desire and want ever so much to make love to them. But this is my own daughter. It may sound selfish, but I would never want to share her with anyone. I hope in time she will come to me as Alex did and we can be as close as Alex and I are today. That will be her decision and I will wait with anticipation. She’s only seven and although I would love to play with a girl of her age I would never push a girl to do something she wouldn’t want to. Charlie is my sweetness and light and her and Alex are the world to me. I caress her skin and marvel at how soft and unblemished it is. I love to see her walk around in the nude and sometimes I can wickedly get aroused by her perfection. She is in my eyes the epitome of cuteness and the most beautiful girl in the world next to Alex. I love and adore her. I so want in a few years to have her and Alex to make love to and for them to love their mother. I can’t think of anything more beautiful than having your own children kissing and pleasing not just each other but me as well. Charlie has not found out about Alex and I (to my knowledge) and if she where to, things would be different and I would hope she would be ok with it. I would assume Alex would want to introduce her into our sexual relationship, but I hope that she can decide for herself as Alex did. I know Alex adores her and she has often spoke about sleeping with Charlie and show her the joys of masturbation and lesbian love. I have told her in no such circumstances is she ever to coheres her or play with her. Only to let her if she’s comfortable to ask her or I and we will take it from there. Charlie is so innocent and I love her for that. I know she will grow and love me unconditionally and if we ever get together sexually I’m sure her love will grow. Incest has never played a part in my family and this was never the plan for mine. Things happen and that’s the way it is and I couldn’t ask for anything more loving than this at the moment. Alex loves me as does Charlie, but Alex and I have a special love for one another and I do so hope Charlie will come to be with us in time.

My love for Charlie and Alex goes deeper than any one I have ever loved and to be with them is always a pleasure either sexually or just to be with them. I can’t say I don’t want Charlie because I do, but she is so young and I wouldn’t dare run the risk of myself getting caught sleeping with a minor so until she is headstrong and mature like Alex I know she will decide for herself and come to me for guidance.