It Was Lesbian Lolita's Fault

My Girls

‘Bye sweety will you be on tonight?’

‘Not sure hunny but I will be here Saturday for definite.’

‘ok then see ya then’

‘np babes give the girls a kiss from me?’

‘as always babes. hugs and kisses to you too’

‘bye xxxx’

‘bye hun xxxx’

Start, turn of comp and again. Modem off and that is that.

Looking at the large clock on the wall it was time.

“Well I suppose I’ll go and pick up my little one from school.” she said to herself.

Miriam or Mary as she hated the so old fashioned name had broken the mundane task of cleaning the house by logging on to the ‘chatzy young lesbians’ room entered via her favourite haunt the ‘Leslita’ story site. She had been visiting there for just four weeks after she stumbled upon it by accident. The stories she read excited her deepest desires and she usually ended the scrolling down the pages with feverish fingers playing with herself well before the end of a well scripted chapter. Her mind full of thoughts with all the well toned women and the perfect little girls which at any age seemed to have mastered lesbian sex, but this did not ruin the images she built in her mind. Just the fantasy of a mother. daughter or simply a woman and child was enough to bring to a beautiful orgasm and that would make her boring house duties if only for a while disappear.

She had just said good bye to a person she had only met that afternoon and like most of the girls or supposed girls she chatted to they always ended up with usual ‘bye hunny, kisses etc’ that ends most conversations on these sites. By the by Mary was used to it and thought nothing of it as she picked up her hand bag and coat before stepping outside her front door.

She closed the garden gate behind her and turned left to walk the five minutes to her youngest daughters pre-school. As she glanced around the street she would watch the older girls from the near by grammar school and remembered the days when girls where girls and wore ‘a’ line skirts and not aloud like these days to wear trousers. Still all the same just a glance at their pert bottoms and to see the small bumps of their sprouting breasts would set her loins alight. A very pleasant walk by any standards and the sights that would greet her at the end of the road always topped it all.

Mary was a typical mother. Although single and divorced like many of the women around the area had become so fucked off with bastard men she had over a short time decided to become a lesbian. After all the shit she had with men it was a simple decision but the actual change from heterosexual to becoming gay was not as simple as she thought. Mary entertained the thoughts of just being with women, but to this day had only had one encounter in all the eight years of her single life. It was a most pleasing sexual encounter with a local lesbian but she was all to butch for her liking. She had hung around bars trying to find other women or at least trying not to look so desperate and unfortunately half the piss head blokes would try it on and grope her arse wanting to shag this sad lonely bitch at the bar.

Mary never enticed the few women she new where gay or bi and she was never approached and that just made her feel even more sorry for herself. Mary is not a bad looking woman all in all. At thirty five she had a ten year old girl and another four year old by two different fathers. She’d had two abortions at the ages of fifteen and seventeen but still she managed to look reasonably attractive. Not the slimmest of figures with huge thighs and a bust to match did give her a marvellous hourglass figure although a hefty one at that. Her’ J Lo’ buttocks where admired as they would swing side to side when she walked and boys and men alike would stare in admiration of her buttocks. Probably imagining groping her large soft muscles in their hands much to her disgust She had lovely long brown hair which hung almost straight ending with soft curls over her shoulders and down to her shoulder blades. Brown eyes with soft and sparingly applied make up still showed off the natural beauty of her pale but almost perfect complexion. Her nose was just a nose and below her soft lips where covered with a gloss that would sparkle in the sun light. Mary had no clue that the reason she never caught the attention of another woman is the very fact that she was simply too ordinary and just a ‘Plain Jane‘. Harsh I know but that was the reason. Nothing special. Any one looking at her especially a gay woman would just glaze over her and the radar some of us have would not even blip as it scanned her face and figure.

Mary still had needs as do all women and in a short space of time she had resorted to masturbation. Getting bored with her ex husbands stash of ‘Men Only’ and ‘Razzler’ magazines she turned her attention to the internet for more enlightening images of women. God she never thought there would be so much porn, but she loved it. Thousands upon thousands of images and the odd free five minute clip of a lesbian film did help her desire somewhat. She would find herself almost completely ignoring her girls in the evening and lock herself away trawling internet lesbian sites to fuel her ever growing passion for sexual gratification. After a month of becoming ever increasingly bored of the trash on the net, she found it. After an hour and page after page of sites under the word search of ‘lesbian’ she saw an intriguing site called ‘Lesbian Lolita’. Hmm she thought and she simply clicked on the link, not sure what she was going to find.

Not even reading the intro before entering she may have not gone in discovering the site was about women loving children. The image of two women kissing did excite her and after reading the introduction she entered the ‘Stories by Author’ page. She looked over the author’s names and Mary clicked on a ‘c’ name and was intrigued by one such story simply called ‘Mothering’. A story written by the curator of the site Cunthia.

Mary began to read and was surprised and shocked by it’s content. In the beginning she read about a mother licking a baby girls two month old vagina. Shocked and almost appalled she hesitated for a moment. Her right hand crept toward the mouse, but again she hesitated. She felt a rush of blood run through her body as an image of a woman lovingly running her soft warm tongue over a baby’s smooth bald cunny excited her. Her hand reached the mouse and instead of moving the cursor to the red square with the cross to close the page her index finger slowly slid back on the scroll key. As the text moved up she stopped and continued reading. Images of the two lesbian mothers and the one year old girl called ‘Lezzie’ where suddenly interrupted as the story ended far to soon. It was a short story but still Mary was now excited and she trawled the sight for more of the same. To her delight she did find the odd few which involved babies and very young girls and to her surprise even young boys. By the end of five stories she was sodden between her legs and within minutes of pulling down her jeans she had an immense orgasm. Her mind was reeling with pictures of incest and intergenerational lesbian sex and a few small boys with their tiny erect penises being masturbated, sucked and if lucky making child love to their mummy or a beautiful young girl.

Her true emotions had now finally emerged from within. This wonderful ‘Lolita’ site had brought to her attention a love between a mother and child can be beautiful, sensual and loving. She had never envisaged her daughters in a sexual way and even reading about it she thought she would not even dream about them and abuse their trust in her.

It had been a while and her mind had been racked with guilt of even imagining such degradation of her parental love for her daughters. Still her sexual frustration was in need of rendering and thoughts of young girls had driven her to such an extent that she had in a momentary lapse and fondled her ten year old daughters breasts while she slept. Afterward Mary so disgusted with her act and even masturbating while she molested her and having one of the most intense orgasms of her life ran to the bathroom and was violently sick. Sick for being such a fucking perverted and awful mother to do such a thing. Mary was in total denial of her feelings for her daughters for such a long time, but now they where coming to a head and after this day there was no turning back for her.

The breeze on this cool spring day hushed past Mary’s ears as the joyful excitement of children became louder and louder. Their squeals of joy and laughter has and always will make parents and any adults smile with glee at the creation of such charming beings. Hard to imagine we where such tiny things filling the elder people with joy and in some cases sexual desire for the perfection and innocence that is encased in their small immature bodies. Mary turned the corner and like a truck hitting her she stopped. Before her was a sight she had seen everyday for over a year. For some reason this sight today was something to behold and had never reached into her soul with such power.

Girls of two, three and four years old and boys of the same ages running around. Screaming, laughing, smiling and the odd few crying seemed to blow her away that she felt she would almost fall over. She tentatively began to walk forward with her eyes scanning the school playground.

The girls were so precious in their pastel yellow dresses. Short sleeves for the forthcoming summer and to see their slim bodies, flat chests and bare legs between the hem of the skirt and the obligatory white cotton socks with frills was more than enough to satisfy any child lovers dreams. Many with cute pony or pig tails tied with pretty ribbons in an array of colours. Shiny black shoes some slip on some with buckles that slapped and echoed round the playground as they ran playing tag, hop scotch or some other game. The boys in their small white shirts, clip on ties and grey shorts. Their socks usually scrunched round their ankles with scuff marks on their knees from their rough and tumble and scruffy hair but still boisterously charming and cute. Her admiration for these children had now become something new and exciting although scary in the senses that she saw them as perfect little sexual charms and there for her to dream about and desire. She watched their small bodies twisting, turning, running and stumbling and the odd view of a girls skirt exposing her panties did excite her as she approached the railings of the playground supposed to protect the children from such people that saw them in this way. Predators could easily watch but the railings where there to stop them and think before even approaching a child. Mary and other parents alike where welcomed inside the protective barriers as no one would think of such things like a mothers wanton lust toward a child. Mary entered with her eyes still fluttering around the youngsters taking no notice of the pleasantry “hellos” from the other parents.

“Mary?”

“Mary?” said a woman stood right next to her.

Her words did not register until a small tap on the shoulder made her jump a little and the sounds of the children disappeared and her attention was diverted to her friend. Mary smiled at her and said sorry for not seeing her and in a non interested way listened to her ramblings about her days work and troubles with her child and other mundane things. All the while Mary could not resist the odd peek at the odd passing child and think how small and beautiful they where. Then suddenly a little charmer squeezed between them and both the women looked down. It was Mary’s friends child. A little perfect blonde haired blue eyed cherub called Katy. Only four years old but such a perfect peach and embodied all the charm and beauty that Mary now loved.

Hello sweetie “ her mother said and stroked her head. Little Katy gave her a gleeful smile exposing a large gap of missing teeth. Mary noticed and giggled to herself but admired the girls enjoyment as she was so pleased to see her mummy. A moment later she felt a squeeze around her waist as her own daughter had run to her and flung her small arms around her large thighs. Mary reached behind and with a small nudge on her daughters head pulled her around to her front and gave her the same response her friend had done. Mary did feel a sudden discomfort as she bent down to kiss her baby’s forehead as images of the afternoons readings filled her mind and gave her daughter a fleeting kiss and abruptly stood again. The mother looked at each other both with smiles as if to say their child was the most perfect and beautiful creation, but in Mary’s eyes all the children around her where works of art and all where beautiful and perfect creations. Any higher being or be it mother nature could not have created a more beautiful creature. Boys or girls of such a young age where so alike although with minor differences and to see them every day was more luck than anything. They where now to her such things that could fill her emptiness and she hoped make her whole again.

After five minutes of generalised chit chat, Mothers ,daughters, Fathers, sons and couples departed. Stepping into the family SUV or large people carriers the area soon quietened down as Mary and her little girl walked away toward the comfort of home.

Mary’s youngest was called Sophie. A name Mary had always loved and was adamant (even if the now non existent father disagreed) that her child was going to be called Sophie if at the time the unborn was indeed a girl. Sophie had just turned four and stood only three foot one inch high. She had long dark brown curly hair and styled like most of the girls at school into a pony tail tied with a thick yellow bow to match her school dress. She had a pale complexion as she was not an out door child opting to stay inside most of the time and play half dressed in sight of the watchful gaze of mummy. Sophie was a beautiful child with wide big brown eyes, a cute button nose and one of the most charming smiles that bared her tiny milk teeth every time. She had the childish freckles sprinkled over her nose and cheeks and unfortunately they would disappear in a couple of years as most did. Sophie had never gained any puppy fat and was never a plump baby, but like her elder sister would receive her puppy fat probably around the age of seven. She was not a troublesome child in the least and her sister and her did get on together although ten year old Emma was not around much anymore opting to be around her best friends house most of the time and the sleepovers where now more frequent involving at least three school nights a week. Her friends mother was quite happy with Emma staying over as her daughter was an only child and was happy that she had company and a good friend to play with. It would take a phone call from Mary to get her daughter to come home for her to spend at least some quality time with her. Mary now didn’t mind Emma absconding as it gave her more time on the leslita site and more time for her to pleasure herself with no interruptions.

Mary and Sophie arrived home and after eating dinner and two hours of watching television Mary was in need of some literary stimulation. Sophie was wide awake so Mary picked her up and took her into the bedroom with her. Because it was early she couldn’t use her pc and keep an eye on Sophie so lay her on the bed opting to use her mobile computer. Mary pulled her laptop from inside the bedside cabinet. She turned on her wireless modem and laptop and waited for the start up to finish before entering ‘google’ and clicking on the desired ‘leslita’ link. She checked out the new stories to see if there where any extreme paedophilia stories and to her dismay there where none. After weeks of visiting this site it seemed she had exhausted her desired erotica and simply went back to re read some if her favourites. Sophie was relaxed laying by her side just almost enthralled watching her mummy reading. Mary would glance over to her with a motherly smile and within half an hour little Sophie had dozed off and was happily asleep dreaming of little girls favourite things.

Mary was getting highly turned on with what she was reading and could feel herself getting all worked up and wanted to slip a hand inside her panties and rub her warm moist fanny. “Sophie’s fast asleep and if she woke and saw me I’d die” she thought to herself, “But god I need to come so badly”. Mary’s desires got the better of her and in moments she was rubbing her clitoris and the flood gates of euphoria opened and the thoughts of little girls and boys naked bodies filled her mind. It took only minutes before she released her come giving no thought that her duvet was soaking up her love juices. Little Sophie squirmed as Mary’s body convulsed slightly and she glanced at her beautiful girl with half shut eyes as she massaged her come into her pubic mound.

She lay motionless until her mind relaxed as she thought the job was done and well worth it. Her hand was still inside her pants and the heat emanating from her pussy felt almost fire like and the smell. Oh god the smell was intoxicating. Mary had always loved the smell of her own vagina and not being brazen would sometimes slip away to the toilet, slip two fingers into her mouth to lubricate them and slide inside herself. On returning she would sit on the couch with the fingers perched above her top lip and just enjoy the smell of her own cunt.

Mary was now fulfilled savouring her relaxed state when the phone startled her. She pushed her laptop to one side and quickly took the phone from it’s charging cradle trying to be quick and not wake her baby girl. Didn’t work as Sophie opened her eyes and yawned.

Sophie sat up and snuggled up to her mummy as she chatted on the phone. Sophie did notice the smell in the room had changed. She sniffed a couple of times and she liked the scent not even considering where it was coming from. The little girl liked it so much she thought if she found where it was coming from she would certainly like to taste whatever it was as it did smell almost edible.

A few “hu hums ,yeses” and “I suppose” finished the conversation as Mary put the phone down..

“Well little one” Said Mary looking her daughter in her eyes.

“We have got some company tonight. You know little Henry from next door?”

Sophie nodded.

“Well his mummy is going out tonight and he’s coming to stay over. Would you like that baby?” Mary asked.

“Oh yippee mummy I would I like Henwee. As she called him.

“ Ok my sweet one he’ll be here in five minutes can you go and get ready for bed cause he’s coming around in his pj’s too?”

“Ok mummy” said Sophie with a little sigh of reluctance in her tone.

Sophie scrambled of Mary’s bed and walked to her bedroom as Mary shut her laptop down getting of the bed and straightening her skirt to look presentable to her next door neighbour when she arrived.

Mary opened the door and welcomed Dawn carrying her son into her humble abode.

A few minutes later Mary closed the front door as Dawn thanked her again for doing this for her.

Mary walked back into the living room where little Henry was sat watching a Walt Disney cartoon. Mary smiled when he looked at her and she sat down next to him wiating for Sophie to come down stairs.

Mary looked down at the little boy. He was sat with his feet pressed end to end and Mary scolded herself as she peered at his crotch and thought about his tiny little penis snug inside his towelled pyjama bottoms.

Henry was the same age as Sophie. He stood only an inch taller than her. He had blonde curly hair, big blues eyes and so god damn cute he wouldn’t look out of place in a painting depicting the epitome of cute boys. Alongside Sophie of course they would be the designer children every parent would want for their family.

Mary put her arm around Henry and with this the young boy simply snuggled closer to her body as if she where his own mother cuddling him. Mary pressed her hand against his side and gently rubbed against his small rib cage. She loved how his ribs felt rippled under his skin and she so wanted to slip her hand up under his top to touch his young supple body. She turned her head and sniffed at his head. The scent was unlike her daughters but still a fresh smell that all young children have. She loved it and she could feel her loins swelling as her eyes shut and she imagined how this tiny boy would feel against her own naked body as she explored every inch of him.

Her concentration was broken with a jolt to the other side of her a little Sophie jumped on the couch. Mary was shocked when she saw her young daughter was only wearing her panties and not her nightgown. Henry didn’t even blink twice at her and returned his attention to the movie

“Hiya Henry” blurted Sophie at him and he looked at her and said “Hiya” back.

Sophie seemed a little excited and Mary told her to calm down and sit quietly to watch the film. Mary put her other arm around her and Sophie snuggled up against her. Mary could smell her daughter one side and the fresh scent of a boy to the other side and she couldn’t believe her luck. As she continued massaging Henry she began to rub her daughters thigh up over her thin panties and half way up her torso. Mary closed her eyes again and her mind began to spin with images of children. Then one image came so clear and crisp in the forefront that she couldn’t believe. It was her own child’s face beaming with a big smile sitting completely naked with her arms out stretched saying “mummy mummy” This image for the first time did not concern her as she just loved the little spectacle of her own four year old child looking so beautiful and her sweet voice sounded as if she was pleading for her to come and touch her as a lover. Of course it was absurd as such a young child would not even comprehend the sexual love of another female let alone her own mother, but still Mary was excited by this image. Without even a thought her left hand drifted under young Henry’s top and Mary was now gently caressing his warm soft abdomen. Mary was in heaven. Her hands touching the bare flesh of these children and with images of them suckling her breasts and exploring her naked body was starting to make he feel so lustful for them. The effects where noticeable as her chest swelled and her nipples hardened. She could also feel the heat between her legs heighten and become moist. She unconsciously licked her lips and let out a quiet sigh as tiny jolts pulsed through her body to the tip of her clitoris tantalising her. With her mind filled with the sexual fantasy of making love to such young children time escaped her. Her nostrils flared as her moist pussy gave off it’s delectable aroma and as she opened her eyes she noticed the credits where scrolling on the television and the two youngsters where fast asleep by her side.

Mary had excited herself to the brink and she now needed to satisfy herself . With her arms occupied she new she would have to put these two little angels to bed and then she could relieve her sexual desire. She gently removed her arms from behind them slowly lifted herself off the seat. The children stirred and both lay down head to head on the couch. Mary stared for a second looking at them sleep and she adored their perfection and beauty alike. She bent down in front of them and couldn’t resist to lean forward and smell their fresh young bodies. As she smelt them from head to toe her hand slipped between her legs and without any care she furiously began to rub herself. Her head drifted up each body and her nose touched her daughters naked flesh and she could not help but have the odd few licks of her fresh smelling naked body. Hairless and smooth and delectable to taste she moved over to Henry. She carefully pinched his towelled garments to open a small hole and sniffed inside to smell his equally fresh scent. Soon her body began to convulse as the impending explosion of ecstasy approached. When it arrived she arched back letting out a loud moan as her fingers twitched and her hand quivered still rubbing her engorged clitoris. Her abandoned moan did not go unnoticed as she awoke the young boy. His half shut eyes opened wider as the blurred image became clearer. Mary was still in heaven with an almighty orgasm ripping through her as Henry looked down to see her hand hidden inside her large panties rubbing furiously. He had no idea what she was doing but was still fascinated by the image of her moaning with her head back rubbing herself. Henry noticed the smell as Sophie did before. He seemed to like it as well but he did seem to know where it was coming from as he noticed Mary’s panties getting wet as it soaked up her come which was flooding from inside her.

Mary’s body seemed to collapse and with her hand still encased between her legs her head fell forward and the sight that greeted her mortified her. As quick as a flash her hand was removed and she tried to cover her exposed panties. Henry was looking with curiosity at her as she pulled her skirt down. Mary could not help but smile in a wry way as little Henry sat himself up his eyes still looking down ward toward her crotch. His eyes followed her come soaked fingers as they became outstretched toward him and Mary touched his chubby right cheek. Without thinking her middle finger traced a line to his lips and the child simply opened his mouth and accepted the wet digit as the pure sexual aromatic smell enticed him. He could almost taste the come on her finger and when it entered his mouth his tongue awoke. The creamy liquid was sucked gently from her finger and little Henry seemed to enjoy the taste of Mary’s forbidden nectar. Mary watched as the boy took hold of her wrist and sucked and sucked relishing her finger as if it where a long thin lollipop. Mary’s body was still excited by her orgasm and almost hesitated as she watched this four year old suckle her finger, but her desire for the child overpowered her and her other hand began to creep up his leg. Henry seemed not to care but was shocked when he felt her soft touch on top of his tiny penis. Mary slipped her fingers inside the front of his pyjama bottoms and found this tiny cock. Flaccid and jutting forward she opened the bottoms to expose the small flesh coloured organ. So small and perfectly formed. So soft and untouched. Just perfect with the foreskin covering his tiny bell-end all wrinkled at the tip and below his tiny smooth bald pouch encasing his testicles not yet producing the warm white liquid that Mary loved to taste. She would gladly swallow his if only he where able to ejaculate and she did enjoy the taste if only it where not given from a man. The thought of this tiny penis spurting jets of cum into her mouth excited her and she thought for a second how it would taste. Probably thin in consistency almost squirting like pee and she guessed it would taste sweet just like a child should. Henry just sat with Mary’s finger tip sat just inside his mouth watching as this woman began to fondle his ‘pee pee’. Mary’s abandoned finger slipped out of the child’s mouth and came to rest upon the tip of his penis and began to wriggle it’s tip inside his foreskin and encircle his saliva around his tiny pink orb. Mary licked her lips a she watched as it lengthened under her touch. Only an inch and a half long at first and soon it was two then three and finally three and a half inches. She devoured it’s divine form so thin and hard and could almost see the veins pulsing blood to keep it stiff for her to enjoy it’s delights.

Poor Henry was bewildered by this. Never had he noticed his ‘pee pee’ this way before. He had always had erections but never while he was awake and unbeknown to him his mother had admired his penis when hard but had never gone so far as to touch or molest him as Mary was now doing. Between thumb and for finger Mary slowly began to masturbate the child from top to bottom. Henry looked into her eyes still frozen in awe of what was happening and Mary looked back as she filled with desire as his baby blue eyes seemed to melt her inside.

“ Just let mummy take care of you baby. Mummy will make you feel so nice and warm. Don’t worry little one mummy’s not going to hurt you I’ll be so soft and gentle you’ll like how it feels.”

Mary’s soft whispers where not heard by the boy but made Mary feel even hotter when referring to him as his ‘mummy’. Thinking of the stories and imagining if he were her own. How she would love him and show him the love only a mother could. She watched as is eyes began to close and she wondered what the child was feeling. Was it pleasure? Was it consuming him an did he know or understand these feelings he was experiencing? Probably not but anyway he did not seem to object to her molesting of his boyhood. Then she heard a little squeak of a gasp and she knew he was enjoying it. His mouth opened and his tiny tongue peeked out. Mary smiled as she appreciated his little gesture. A child’s appreciation of his first sexual encounter and with such an older lady. Mary loved him. Always had done since he was born, but never in this way. Never when watching her best friend giving birth to him had she envisaged molesting him or giving him pleasure that he had never encountered making him gasp and squeal with delight.

Mary could feel how hard he was and as her finger and thumb ran up and down she could feel the small indent on the top and the soft tube underneath that if he could come would fill and give her mouth his white sperm she would hope to taste in years to come. She was sure that after tonight this child would want to spend more time at her house and she would gladly oblige his mother with her services.

Mary opened her mouth and licked his exposed dark pink end and accepted it inside. Her hands now free she slipped them under his bottoms and pulled then down. Releasing him for a second she pulled them from under his feet and discarded them behind her. Her mouth returned and began to suck on his tiny cock. She loved how it tasted so fresh and virgin like. Unlike a fully grown man. Just so different. Clean, short and thin but the taste was indescribable. To her this small cock was perfection and the sense of this his first oral copulation made it all the more exciting and tantalising to her. As her head bobbed up and down almost taking all of his sexual boy hood and airless testicles in her mouth she unbuttoned his top and pulled it off his body throwing it away. Her hands began to molest his naked body. Gently caressing his small belly and onto his tiny nipples. Encircling them and gently pinching them. Finding they would not stiffen she began to molest with her palms. She massaged as his chest and his baby fat gave the impression he had tiny breasts.

It was only a minute after her mouth was sucking him that she felt his hands on her head and she heard a little moan of ecstasy from the boy. He gave a little jolt and she realised the child had just experienced his first orgasm. She continued to suck wanting so much for some reward to enter her mouth. Then it came. She drank with relish and for a split second she thought she was drinking the child’s come, but as it gushed onto her tongue the tanginess and amount of liquid that entered her mouth made her realise she was drinking his pee. She had read about this in a story and this had thrilled her but she never thought she would experience the actual event. She was enjoying her first taste of a child’s piss and she was loving every second of it. Little Henry must have been desperate for the toilet as Mary drank and drank till every last drop was consumed. Henry’s body after a little orgasm relaxed as his piss was expelled from his small but full bladder and he did not seem to care that he was pissing sat on a couch and not to mention into a fully grown woman’s mouth who was accepting it with relish and loving every last drop.

Mary made a slurping sound as she gulped pulling away from his tiny cock and taking it back into her mouth a few times more to savour every last little bead of pee she could strain from inside him.

“Oh baby boy. You made mummy so happy. So, so happy. Thank you. Thank you.” Mary moaned.

“ Did baby Henry enjoy mummy drinking him and did it feel good baby did mummy make Henry feel good?”

Mary looked up to see little Henry with a glazed, relieved and a somewhat look of satisfaction upon his face and new he had enjoyed the experience even if he did not know what had just happened.

Mary moved up and kissed his nipples and then his chin before kissing is lips. Her tongue pushed inside his small mouth and she so hoped he could taste his own urine and enjoy it as she did. Henry fumbled his tiny tongue around hers but Mary did not care and new she would be able to teach this youngster how to kiss and eventually be able to satisfy her burning pussy that now needed tending to again.

Then she realised and remembered her baby girl was still there and seeing as little Henry was satisfied she could now tend to her daughter and maybe then her two young lovers could both give her a night to remember.