My Girls and Me

by My Girls

PRELUDE

Two years to the day we met she left me heart broken and alone. My mind was in turmoil. How could this beautiful woman turn out to be such a bitch? Seduced amid my now failed marriage she new exactly what she wanted and it seemed the whole relationship was planned. Planned to rid me of my husband so she could have all to herself. It worked all to well. She knew we would get caught together at any time. Planned or not he came home early one afternoon and he found us kissing together in the wash room adjacent to the kitchen. I knew she was gay and had been introduced to her by my husband in our local pub one evening. He was probably hoping for a threesome, but I now know he was in fact just trying to get in her knickers. If only he knew she was a full lesbian he would never have tried it on. She herself was all to willing to lead him on as she had already noticed me and if he hadn’t flirted with her she would have eventually made the first move.

Why she noticed me I have no idea. I’m not a beauty and certainly my figure is nothing to brag about. My only inclination is I do think I have a certain something that’s shouts out to women. ‘Come and get me. I’m a closet lesbian and here for the taking so come and seduce me as you know I want it‘ Laugh if you must but it seems to happen to frequently. A lesbians radar is not often wrong and Leslie‘s had found me. I have been propositioned many times by women and yes a few kisses and minor fumbles later never actually amounted to much. All were under the influence of alcohol and even though I enjoyed the experiences I was to devoted to what at the time I considered was a perfect little family life.

My life has to date been a reasonably good one. In my early days I had flirted with girls and boys and new fine well I would end up with a woman. I’ve always knew I was gay but I still got married and I now have two wonderful girls who I love and adore. Sex with him was wonderful as he knew how to satisfy me. I did love him but in my heart I knew that the love of a woman was what I desired. When the lovemaking became more of a task than a spontaneous pleasurable experience my mind did become to wander about where my life was leading. Don’t get me wrong. I loved my girls and they are the best thing that anyone could have ever wish for, but I was stumbling trough life with no aim or ending in sight. Bored and unsatisfied. Staying at home, cleaning, cooking, washing and at night lying there letting him do his thing. Being a typical bastard man he would shoot his load and fall asleep leaving me to bring myself off to satisfy the minimal arousal his cock had awoken inside me.

It was my love for my girls that kept me going and for a short time I was resigned to the fact that I would remain with him for their sake alone. That fateful night he introduced Leslie to me I knew that we would end up together. I just never knew it would become a secretive love affair and we would end up living together. I’d never fallen or even considered the fact I could ever have fallen in love with another woman. It wasn’t until Leslie and I became closer. Yes I had always considered woman beautiful and even through my whole life had many a crush. In my teens I had thought my crushes toward my Maths teacher was love. But what did I know then. With a few more years in me now I know what love is. Such a beautiful, scary and wondrous thing. An amalgamation of feelings making you feel uncontrollable and full of passion and desire for that certain someone.

That was how I felt with Leslie. A thirty five year old woman. Amazingly voluptuous and striking features of a full blooded woman. Not at all the stereotypical lesbian some of us think of, but she did have a certain brazenness and boldness about her. That brash attitude did not suit her but she always used it to the best ability and she always seemed to get what she wanted. She also had a demeanour about her. Especially when we first met. She came across so sweet and petite like. I absolutely fell for her instantly. Slight touches of my knee, her smile, her soft voice and her eyes. Oh god her eyes where just so adoringly sensual. They melted me to my core. I know the old adages of ‘I swam in the beauty of her gaze’, so an so forth, but truth be told I was. Big beautiful green eyes that spoke to me. Come to bed with me eyes which I have seen before but hers where so loud I would or could never have denied their whim.

David (my now ex husband) pissed and gagging for sex that night was in a foul mood so Leslie and I carried him home and dumped him onto the spare bed where he thankfully passed out. In the process of us falling up the stairs both my girls awoke and after a little tired peek from their bedroom doors they retired to bed again leaving Leslie and me to have a small night cap downstairs.

Placing the bottle of Jack Daniels on the glass coffee table with two crystal tumbler glasses I poured a nice measure.

Leslie kicked off her black stilettos and pulled her feet up under her buttocks causing her red skirt to ride up slightly. She knew I was staring as her thighs that had become a little exposed and the thin straps of her garter belt pressed into her skin pulling at her black nylon stockings. I knew I blushed when she caught me looking but she was not concerned as her seduction of me was working so well. I was feeling a little timid as I sat on the edge of the sofa with one hand on my lap. I must have looked like a proper frigid bitch.

Leslie placed her drink down and tossing her head back she ruffled her long blonde curly hair. Again I watched as her breasts slightly flattened and her nipples pushed forward and that was when I felt that electric pulse run right to my clitoris. I hadn’t felt that impulse for such a long time. Leslie was turning me on and I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself if she made a move.

No sooner had that thought entered my mind that she had taken hold of my hand and was softly caressing it with her lips and her tongue was tracing through the creases of my palm.

We did end up making love on the couch that night and that was the beginning of our affair and the end of my marriage.

Any way this is not about Leslie and me but about my new found loves and desires I found after she left me.

I was quickly divorced and there was no contest of who would have the girls. David did say that our children will always need their mother love and affection. He could also give them his love, but he was happier that because they were girls he thought it better they should stay with me. As most of us girls know men are pretty dumb when it comes to womanly matters and the growing pains of maturing girls. I was happy and to this day we still remain good friends and the girls often go to see him most weekends. Purely so I can have some free time to myself. David has found a new partner who I don’t really like to much, but the girls like her. So if their happy so am I.

My girls are called Charlie and Alex. Charlie is the youngest at eight. I call her my Valentine Girl as she arrived into this world two minutes past midnight on the fourteenth of February. Alex is now fourteen and she is blossoming into a very headstrong mature young woman. I love my girls with all my being and I have always let them make all their own decisions with only a little guidance where I see fit.

This tale as I will call it is going to I hope, erotic, romantic and very descriptive. It will involve my two daughters and two other young girls I adore and have fallen in love with.

I have mentioned them before. The youngest is called Sophie. She is only four years old but one of the cutest little angels I could have ever hoped to meet. The other is seven year old Beth who was the first youngster I fell for. My love for these girls is partially maternal but also a loving, absolute desire for them. As with my daughters my motherly love is absolute but I also love them in that special way. It is such a powerful emotion it’s hard to describe. To many emotions to describe but it incorporates. lust, desire and a whole completely different love that scares me when I’m with them. This is what I will try and capture. This my life over the past seven years and my new found pleasures.

PART 1 The First Kiss.

Alex had asked me ‘The Dreaded Question’ (another real story) a long time ago now and we were now so comfortable masturbating together. That first day she asked me to show her was probably the scariest thing I could have imagined. I could have refused, but I always wanted my girls to know that they could always come to me about anything. I have always been very open with them. They know I’m a lesbian and they have asked questions and I have always answered them honestly.

Since that day I had couldn’t have imagined the way I felt watching my baby girl have her first orgasm right in front of my very eyes. Yes I have adored young girls and very young boys all my life. Finding them so beautiful and the most desirable thing that mother nature has ever created. With Alex it was so profoundly different. I got so aroused watching her first tentative touches. As she touched her young body and she found her tiny hidden clitoris and moaned as she stimulated herself. A feeling of lust and desire for her racked my brain.

Alex was ten back then and for almost three years we had masturbated together so many times to even remember. Still my lust for her grew and how I stopped myself from touching her wanting to make her come with my own fingers and tongue was beyond me.

The beginning of this tale started almost a year ago when Alex was thirteen. Alex and Charlie were sat eating the usual fast food at the dinner table. Me not being much of a cook could always rustle up chicken nuggets and chips for them. They were chatting away as I had been chatting to a like minded woman most of the day on MSN. An older lady or at least I think she a woman from the States. I hadn’t known her for long and we both chatted about our children and our adoration for younger girls and boys and the odd sexual repartee did come out from time to time. Total fantasy for me, but she did admit to having a young lover. Truth or lie I took it at face value and entertained her confessions of making love to a child.

As I sat with the back round noise of my girls having dinner I had become slightly aroused by this woman’s tales of child love and I so wanted to sneak off and relieve myself. With Charlie around this was quite hard. She loves me so much that to have even a moment to myself when she’s at home is very rare. She sleeps with me even though I tuck her up in her own bed I will find her snuggled up in mine when I decide to retire. I could feel my pussy had swollen and the hint of my sex was arousing my senses even more. The lady eventually said she had to go so we said good bye texting hugs and kisses. Then she wrote kiss your girls for me. I wrote back saying I would as I always do. I stood up switching off the monitor and I slipped my hand over my dress and pressed down between my legs just out of a little frustration. I was so hot down there and as I pressed between my folds it made me even more aroused. I knew I would have to do something soon. I turned around and looked into the kitchen and watched as my girls finished their meals. I strolled in and both of them smiled at me. I smiled back. I always love them so much when they smile my whole body wells up with admiration that I had produced the two most beautiful girls in the world.

Both were sat either end of the table. Charlie was as always sat half naked only wearing her favourite pink panties with the little red love hearts on the front and one large one on the bottom. A fledgling naturist I’m sure, but then again Alex was the same till she turned nine so Charlie would probably grow out of it. I loved watching Charlie play around the house and most of the time she doesn’t even wear any panties. Her aversion for clothes when indoors or in the garden in the summer time I suppose is not that strange, but in this day and age we all have to be wary. As soon as Charlie comes in from school or when we come back from some excursion the clothes come off. I’m petty sure many a prying eye would love to watch her playing in the garden, but thankfully the nearest overlooking window is to far away.

Seeing my youngest naked is so cute. Her tiny pert bottom and her perfect unblemished skin is to be admired. Her shoulder length bright blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes and the cutest tiny nose and the most delectable smile is nothing less than heaven embodied in a child. To see her naked as the day she was born always dumbfounds me and to snuggle up with her on the couch and hold her small warm body makes my maternal emotions explode. Not till that first time showing Alex how to pleasure herself in my bedroom had I ever seen my girls as anything more than my most precious children. Now I loved them even more and to see Charlie fool around and see her most delectable immature privates is so wonderful. To catch a glimpse of her perfect tiny pink anus, smooth and almost unwrinkled and when her legs splay open to see those soft smooth hairless mounds and that small protruding tiny hood hiding that tiny pleasure nub. I hope one day to show her how good it feels to touch. I can only imagine that day and when it comes I doubt that I will hold back as I did with Alex. Her chest is so smooth and flat with only the hint of undulating mounds high on her chest surrounding those tiny nipples where her breasts will develop and grow into ripe mounds of sweet kissable curved orbs equidistant from her small puffy nipples. How a woman or let alone a mother not have so much love and passion for a child is beyond me. How they cannot help but desire their perfect innocent bodies full of learning potential. A mother should always be the one to show a child the joys of love and pleasure. Whether it be a boy or a girl a child should know how to pleasure themselves and others and who better to teach them than the mother. Yes it is incest. Immoral and wrong but the child would be all the better for it and I know it would make the bonding of motherhood so strong that nothing could ever break it.

I know that the teenage hormones and the immature fumbles are part of growing up but in my experience and others I know I would have preferred my own mother to have told me or taught me those things. I found out through trial and error. A mother should always share what they know with their child. It’s healthy and will prepare them for those sometimes terrible years of adolescence.

Alex sat on the other side was still in her school uniform. I find it rather sexy as do allot of people who see a person in uniform. The difference is that when I see a clearly over eighteen year old in a school uniform I don’t find it such a turn on, but a child in a uniform is oh so delightful. Alex has long dark brown hair and blue eyes. The same cute nose as Charlie and a dusting of freckles over it. Thin pink lips and another charming smile fills me with a warm sensation. She is a late developer as her breasts are just beginning to grow and there is nothing really to see unless she is naked. She had her first period last year in August. I was away and my stupid ex husband didn’t have a clue what to do he had to ask my mother to come round and sort it out. Alex was so happy when she bled for the first time and she felt like she was a proper young woman. Especially when she found her first pubic hairs on her mound. She wants me to buy her a thong which I will not at least until she is sixteen as I think it sexualises young girls. That to me is wrong with all the paedophiles around these days. Yes I know I’m one to talk but it is my belief and opinion that a woman or mother and child is most of the time acceptable. When a man is involved I think more of abuse and can’t imagine such love from a man. I’m sure in some cases there is love between them (more so from the adult), but I guess there is more love from a woman toward a child weather sexually or maternally. Any way that’s just me.

Alex had on her stupidly tied short tie and a white shirt. I love to watch the girls walk past my house in the morning and afternoon on their way or back home form school. To see them in their ‘a’ line skirts and knee high socks is very cute. The only unfortunate thing these days is most of the girls wear trousers. Thankfully school policy doesn’t allow girls under thirteen to wear trousers and must wear a skirt. At Charlie’s school she has to wear a pretty pastel yellow dress and the boys have to wear a white shirt and grey shorts. Taking Charlie to school now with my new adoration of children is so much more of a delight than ever before.

As I walked over to Charlie she grinned at me as I bent down and with playful puckered lips I kissed her. A little prolonged but nothing more than usual. I had since the first temptations and attraction of children and the scary way I now viewed my own girls considered Charlie to young to even go as far as I had with Alex. I knew in time it would happen so I would wait for her until she wanted to know anything or explore herself sexually. As for Alex the time is now.

For three years now we had been masturbating either alone or together and the pleasure I got watching her climax was the most beautiful experience I could imagine. The desire to touch her and my lesbian incestuous lust for her had increased over the years. My self control had been pushed to it’s limits. Still I had held back and until this particular day I would have continued to do so.

I walked around the table toward Alex and I could almost see a mischievous look in her eye as she knew I was going to kiss her. As she sat with her knife and fork grasped in her hands resting either side of her dinner plate I leant down and again playfully puckered my lips for her. My eyes shut as our lips met. Soft and warm like Charlie’s the pressure of our kiss was slightly firmer than that of my youngest. Then out of the blue I felt Alex’s mouth open. I was shocked to say the least but something did not make me pull away as I felt her forceful tongue push between my lips and into my mouth. My eyes opened wide as she candidly swirled her soft wet tongue around mine. I wasn’t sure how long I let her kiss me until I pulled away. Alex simply smiled at me as she licked her lips and wiped them dry with the sleeve of her shirt. My face I’m sure was a look of shock, horror and disbelief.

I couldn’t believe what had just happened. My mind was non coherent as all I could feel was something so strange and wonderful mixed with a whole world of strange sensations and emotions. My mouth could still feel my daughter’s soft tongue inside as if it were still there. So astonished I swear I almost fell backward as Alex just continued to smile as if she had just won first prize in some competition. With my senses in overdrive I suddenly thought of young Charlie sat behind us. I glanced over my shoulder and thank god. She was scraping her plate finishing off the last bits of bread crumbs from the chicken nuggets. I don’t know what I would have done if she had seen us.

I couldn’t figure out why Alex had kissed me like that. For three years we had been so intimate during our masturbating sessions and I had so wanted us to be this close. The times we had together with our naked bodies so close together and sharing our private pleasures I never knew Alex was feeling the same way. I never was sure how Alex would react if had been bold enough to kiss her so this was a revelation. I couldn’t say a word being so flabbergasted. My hand went to my mouth as I felt my face flush red. I just didn’t know what to do.

Masturbating with Alex was to me the most exhilarating times I had experienced in my life and now she had kissed me it almost felt wrong that I had even allowed and been so willing to show her the joys of self pleasuring. If I hadn’t this wouldn’t have happened. But it had and what was I to going to do about it?

Alex opened her mouth to speak but the look on my face stopped her. I held out my hand to her and she placed her fork and knife on her plate and stood and took hold of my hand. Turning around I looked at Charlie who had an inquisitive look on her face.

“Mummy needs a quick chat with your sister. Be a darling and put the dishes in the washer baby and we’ll be back in a moment.”

With a big smile lighting her face she cheerily answered “Ok mummy”

I gently brushed Charlie’s cheek and said “Good girl we won’t be long”

I held Alex’s hand even tighter and led her to her bedroom.

A stern chat was what I thought we were going to have, but this was what I was telling myself. My mind was saying something so different and I couldn’t decide which one to listen to.

As I entered the room I pulled Alex to my side and she took the initiative and sat on the edge of her bed.

Alex’s room is almost as big as mine and her double king size bed is pushed into the far left hand corner of the room. With her curtains closed the outside street lamp lightly illuminates her room at night and it gives it a soft warm cosy feeling. Soft shades of green was the décor she chosen a few years ago. With soft apple coloured walls Alex was now in a blue faze and that is the colour of her bed spread. Four very large puffed up pillows at the head of the bed and a thick soft overhanging duvet coveres the large bouncy mattress below. As Alex plonked herself down and I saw her bounce a little, fond memories of the girls jumping up and down together on their beds flooded my mind. I smiled to myself and subconsciously licked my lips as I’m told I do when I see something I like, With the images of their young naked bodies fooling around pillow fighting and messing around in other playful games I pondered on them for a moment.

Alex’s bedroom is her favourite place as they are with all children. Their own place. A comfortable place away from the parents and a private hideaway from interfering siblings.

When Alex and I began our.…I know it’s a bit clichéd but I call them ‘our fun times’ for Charlie’s sake. Any way ‘our fun times’ began in my bedroom. It felt safe to me. Being in my own environment. Comfortable as Alex and I undressed together and sitting or lying so tantalisingly close that we could both feel the warmth from our bodies and hear those delightful sounds. The small gasps of pleasure. The soft caresses of our warm wet pussies and the slight wet strokes up and down our slits. The jolts of sheer erotic euphoria as we play with our clits and the smell of our sex that fills the room and engorges our senses. So safe and warm in my clinical white bedroom.

It was on a normal day about a year ago I was doing the usual house hold chores when I went into Alex’s room. I looked around and saw the bombshell mess all over the floor and I began to pick up her clothes and make a pile of washing. It was when I was making the bed I noticed a wet patch right in the centre of her bed. I instinctively knew that Alex must have just ‘relieved’ herself that morning. I remember the amounts of times I had a morning finger before school but I always made sure not to leave any signs as my mother would have had a fit knowing I masturbated most mornings. As for Alex she is not as worried as she knows I know. In my earlier years my hairspray came in very useful to cover the smell of my sex, but Alex’s room was so sweetly scented this morning. I have always adored the smell of my girls rooms.

Both so totally different. Charlie’s room is the smallest of the bedrooms. She too has double bed pushed into a corner and has only a couple of feet spare to play around in. The walls are painted delightfully with rolling grass hills and a blue sky above softly adorned with fluffy clouds. Just like the windows screensaver except for a brightly coloured rainbow arcing over her bed. A small desk and chair with an attached mirror with school utensils scattered all around and the odd small stuffed animal usually on her bed or under it or the desk. As you walk in a cascade of warm air hits you as Charlie loves her room to be rather warm. The smells are the most wonderful scents. I can smell her delicious clean body especially on her bed even though she doesn’t sleep there for long. As I have mentioned I always tuck her in but find her asleep in my bed when I retire. I do sometimes take a pillow from her room when the girls go to their dads and I lie in bed with the fresh smell of Charlie’s peachy hair sending me into a deep comfortable sleep. The mass of dirty clothes strewn about her room add a certain different scent. Her school dress, panties, socks and her leotards from the dance school emit a nice odour. To most the smell of dirty sweaty clothes is repugnant, but a young girls body odour especially to a mother is a beautiful smell. As my own child Charlie has always smelt so sweet. Even when she returns all hot and sweaty from dancing I actually love to cuddle her, smell her and have her moist body against mine. Then we have a bath and she smells fresh and sweet but still that perspiration smell lingers in her room.

Alex’s is so different but just as beautiful. Her clothes have the adolescent smell about them. I liken it to the girls changing rooms at school. A beautiful odour of cheap perfume. Make up (what little they are aloud to wear) and the body deodorant that to me smells so nice a young woman’s body. With exception to the new discovered bodily fluids I had found she herself smells divine. She does not wear make up except for eye liner and uses copious amounts of cherry scented chap stick on her lips Her room has a scent of freshness. It’s a strange but sweet smell a bit like candy floss. I like it when mixed with the locker room smell and to many a girl lover it does swell you insides and makes me think back to the days of looking at all those fresh naked girls of all different shapes and sizes. Wondering all the while if your body will become as perfect as the head cheerleaders.

I began to feel a little turned on knowing and imagining watching Alex do herself and wondered if she did anything different when pleasuring herself alone. Did she ever taste herself or in my wildest fantasy ever dare to touch and tease or even finger her beautiful fresh tight anus? These and all my questions would be answered in time.

I knelt down and wickedly sniffed at the sodden dark patch and I loved the way my baby girls come smells. So delicious I couldn’t believe it when I licked the wetness and got the first slight taste of my baby’s pussy. Almost every day I checked her bed and to my surprise at least three times a week I found those little wet patches and I smelt and tasted them every time. This did nothing but fuel my desire for her and the ultimate test of my resolve to not become physical with Alex was pushed so far almost to breaking point. I couldn’t believe how I held back for so long and if not for the kiss I’m sure I would have crumbled. Three years in my opinion is a good long time to hold back and I am a little proud of myself.

I paced a little and then sat next to Alex on her bed. Still I scrambled for words to say and I was still undecided which way to go.

Alex spoke first.

“Sorry mum I just you know”

“Actually Alex. No I don’t know”

“I was on the comp last night and I got talking to a girl.”

“Oh and what?” I questioned her,

“Well she said she and her mum where doing stuff like you and me, but ermmm”

“Yes come on sweety you know you can tell me anything.”

“She said her and her mum where actually doing it”

“Doing it?” I knew exactly what she meant but I wanted to hear her say it.

“Yeah mum doing it you know”

“What ?” I replied “Doing what ?”

Alex just blurted it out “Fucking mum. She said they were having sex together.”

“Oh” I said. Trying to sound all shocked. “And?”

“Well I told her about you and me and she said, well I said like I wanted to umm.”

I coaxed her a little wanting to hear my girls say the words I had wanted to say to her for three years.

“That I wanted to be like them with you . She said to kiss you next time we did it but I couldn’t.”

“Why not baby I would have liked that.”

Alex had said it and now I felt like a weight had been lifted. A new chapter had been opened and I knew it would not be the final by any means and our relationship would blossom and become even physically closer and stronger.

Alex and I looked deeply into one another’s eyes. It was a look that both of us felt we knew that we had just declared our real love. Our sexual love for each other. Our physical attraction for each other.

Like in a movie our faces began to get closer and closer. That tantalising linger of lips quivering almost touching. The eyes never leaving one another’s as questions of the moment ring in your ears of what is about to inevitably happen. Then it does. The slightest of touch by the lips and then it can’t be stopped.

As our lips met our tongues entwined. Euphoria flooded my body as I showed my daughter how much I loved her. Passionate and almost rough our first incestuous kiss lasted minutes. My stomach filled with butterflies and I felt scared. I knew I and Alex were about to embark into something taboo and illegal, but our love was strong and nothing would stop us doing what we both new felt so wrong but felt ultimately right.

Alex’s mouth was warm and tasted so nice. Exchanging saliva and swallowing it we were in heaven. Her kiss was perfect. Well trained in the art with best nest friend Liz and with expertise like this the next test would be one of ultimate pleasure and I wondered if Liz had taught her that too? Thankfully not and as I will write I am teaching her all I know and push the boundaries far beyond anything she has experienced on her own. I could now be open about my true feelings for her and show her all the beautiful real and wonderful delights a mother can show her child. A mother and daughters love I now cherish and will continue to recount next from this the first day my baby girl kissed me.