Crush

by Naomi

It was not unusual for Janet's friends to have a crush on Janet's mother.

Janet and her friends were all 9 or 10 and Janet's mother, Nora, 32, was vivacious, bottle blonde, huge on top. And while she did not flaunt herself she still could not keep from being sexy in her chiffon robes and teddies.

In addition Nora was open to the girls' inquiries about sex, about boys . Their own mothers usually were not so open as they saw their daughters as little girls which for the most part they were.

So quite often girls would ask about boys, indeed about penises, sizes, "doing it."

One girl who did not engage in this was Marla, 9, and so one day when it was just Marla and Nora, Nora asked.

"You aren't thinking about boys and sex and all yet Marla?"

"It..it's not that," the girl said quietly.

Nora took the chance. "You like girls?"

Marla blushed fiercely and nodded.

"If it makes you feel better I like girls too...both girls and boys,"

Nora said. "So I can understand your feelings."

This did indeed make Marla more comfortable since like the rest of Janet's friends she had a crush on Nora but having feelings for females made it more so for the girl.

Nora had encountered two other girls who were friends of her daughter Janet and who liked females. One had been almost desperately filled with longings that made her ripe for someone to use her but the girl had moved away so Nora did not know what might have transpired for that girl. The other was more curious than filled with precocious wanting.

And it wasn't until Nora went to her room after Janet and friends had left that she knew that Marla fell into the first category.

Rather than leave with the others Marla had gone upstairs and into Nora's room, sat on the edge of the bed, and fondled and smelled the panty Nora had left there when she had changed a short time ago, something Marla had taken notice of.

Marla did not move, run, drop the panty, but sat transfixed as Nora came into her room. For Marla to do this surely meant her feelings ran deep.

Nora came over and sat next to Marla and cupped her chin.

"Would you like to smell me?" Nora asked. It was aq question outside of any usual questions but her knowledge of that other girl with desperate feelings and seeing Marla holding and smelling her panty told Nora that dancing around the girl's feelings was not the way to go.

"Yes," Marla said.

Nora had changed as Marla had noticed and wore slacks and a blouse.

She rose from the bed and took off her slacks and sat down on the bed and lay back with her legs lightly apart.

"Smell me sweetness," Nora said.

The girl leaned down and put her faced to Nora's panty and breathed in fully.

Nora bit her lip to hold down her own excitement and moved her legs apart a bit and felt Marla's face at her panty, felt her breathing in her smells.

Nora was not teaching, leading, but responding to her own feelings and she knew it.

Marla drew down Nora's panty and did not do what Nora expected but instead leaned herself back onto the ed and fondled Nora's panty, smelling it.

Nora moved to take advantage of Marla's being hypnotized by Nora's panty and with the girl helping quite unconsciously Nora removed Marla's shorts and her panty and took a moment to view the protruding baldness of Marla's 9 year old vulva.

Spreading the girl's legs Nora moved in and let Marla's intimate smells go through her as she brought her mouth fully open to take in and suckle at Marla's virgin girlhood while the girl still was enraptured by Nora's panty.

Marla's feelings we3re a mix of Nora's loving of her little girl vulva while Marla continued to smell and now taste with her tongue Nora's womanhood by way of her panty.

The girl writhed and made guttural sounds reflecting the wave of sensation moving through her while Nora took full advantage of Marla's sexuality.

Nora turned Marla every which way with Marla eventually clinging to Nora's panty as if to a lifeline while she felt Nora's mouth and hands all over her. Marla peed her release and Nora did not care that it wet her bed as she let Marla'; pee bathe her face.

Nora ended up unfulfilled and she was hard to be sure why, while Marla experienced much but in a way that left her unaware fully of it all.