The Temporary Stepmother

by Nellie of Sweden

It was less than a week before Christmas in 2007 when Jennifer, an ex-girlfriend of mine called me on the phone. She started with all the polite phrases before she came to the point. The real reason why she had called me.

"I have to ask you for a favour," she said. "A really big one too!"

"OK! What?"

"I suppose you've read about the big fire in the apartment building on Merchants street!?"

"Yes, terrible with all those people losing their lives," I said with honest compassion.

Jennifer is a social worker and I started to understand where this was leading to.

"One of these ten people was a single mother and her daughter is now homeless without any family who can take her in. At least right now!"

"Doesn't she have a father? Or aunts, uncles or grandparents?"

"Her maternal grandmother is alive but not even capable to take care of herself. She has Alzheimer's disease and doesn't even remember she has a grandchild. Her mother also has a brother but he is a drug addict and not at all suitable to care for a little girl. And then there is the father but he seems to be living abroad somewhere and we haven't been able to locate him. Is there any chance you could take her in. Only temporary, for the holidays, of course! In January we should be able to either find her father or make the arrangements with a proper foster home. We're sort of short of foster families right now, you see..."

A number of thoughts went through my head but of course I wanted to help if I could. As usual I was going to spend Christmas at my sisters house with her and her family and our parents. But I also knew that the little girl would be as welcome as I was.

"How old is she?" I asked.

I was hoping she at least wasn't a baby. Changing diapers wasn't my idea of a merry Christmas.

"She is ten and I really think you'd like her. I know you like children and this poor girl is so easy to love. I don't think she'd give you any trouble at all. So... will you at least promise me you'll think about it? Please, Nellie!"

Suddenly I just knew what I wanted and I interrupted Jennifer.

"No..., I mean I don't need to think about it! Of course I'll take her in. If she accepts it herself! If she doesn't like me it would be cruel to force her to stay with me."

"Oh, Nellie, you're a saint! I'm sure she'll like you as soon as she meets you!"

The same afternoon Jennifer brought Teresa over to my place so we could get to know each other a little. And Jennifer was right, she was a very loveable child. And beautiful too! She had long dark shiny hair and brown eyes. Her body was slim, almost skinny and I couldn't see any signs of puberty starting on her tiny body.

We talked for a while and then I looked into Teresa's sad brown eyes. "Well Teresa... would you like to stay here with me for a while? I sure would like your company!"

She stood there silent for a while but at last she slowly nodded her head and whispered OK.

After Jennifer had left Teresa seemed to cheer up a little and she started to talk a little more. Among other things she was curious about my relation to Jennifer.

"Do you know each other since before," she said.

I discussed quickly with myself before I answered. I decided to give her an honest answer.

"Yes, we do! In fact we used to live together. As lovers, you might say!"

There it was, out in the open right from the start. I worried a little that she would disapprove but on the contrary Teresa smiled.

"Oh... so I guess you're both lesbians then!"

I slowly nodded my head.

"That's good," Teresa said. "My mum was a lesbian too! She always said that her only time with a boy was when I was made!"

"I'm really sorry that you've lost her." I said. "But I'm glad you don't have any problems with me being a lesbian."

She seemed a little happier so I thought I'd try to make her think of something else but her loss and her grief.

"What do you say, Teresa... Shall we make some gingerbread! Nothing like baking if you want to get to know someone."

She nodded her head and smiled a little but her eyes were still sad. A few hours later when the baking was done and we'd had dinner she suddenly disappeared. I found her in her room sitting on the bed looking out the window. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. I felt so sorry for her and entered the room quietly.

"Is it OK if I come in and sit with you? Or do you want to be by yourself?" I said.

Teresa didn't answer but I decided that no answer wasn't a no so I sat down beside her and put my arm around her shoulders. I talked slowly and with a rather silent tone of voice.

"It's OK to be sad," I said. "Better to cry than shutting it in inside! I'm here for you if you want me to be. Cry in my arms if you want to. I know you miss her a lot and I can't replace her of course. But I can be a friendly shoulder to cry on if that's what you need!"

My words seemed to press the button that started her off crying her eyes out. She leaned against my shoulder and I just sat there silently holding her for almost two hours before she calmed down. At last her tears and sobbing stopped and she looked at me with gratitude in her eyes.

"Thank you," she said. "Thank you for not making me talk about it but just letting me cry."

I smiled at her and felt tears coming in my own eyes too.

"Cry all you want," I said. "That's what friends are for! And I really feel as if you and me are going to be very good friends!"

Finally she smiled a little and gave me a little hug.

"Yes, me too," she said. Then she gasped. "Oh, God, I'm tired," she said. "Can I go to sleep now, please?"

I took off the bed cover and showed her the bathroom and then left for the kitchen. Teresa came in a minute later and said goodnight and when I checked in on her right afterwards she was fast asleep.

I sat down at my kitchen table with a glass of red wine and tried to sum up the day. There I was suddenly responsible for a lovely little girl. The same morning I didn't have any idea what would happen. Then another thought came through my mind. I felt some kind of electricity between us from the first moment I saw her and now I tried to figure out what it was. She was a real cutie and normally I already would have undressed her in my fantasies but I hadn't! At least not yet!

After my second glass of wine I was fantasizing freely about making love to my little houseguest and something inside me told me I had it coming if I just could be a little patient.

The next day Teresa seemed a little happier. I asked her if she would like to help "making Christmas" in my home and we did. Christmas decorations were hung up here and there and Teresa seemed to be enjoying herself at least a bit.

That evening we sat together on my comfortable couch watching an episode of "America's Funniest Home Videos" and Teresa laughed and laughed. I found myself studying her face from the side and at a commercial break she looked at me and seemed a little surprised.

"What?" she said with a smile.

"Oh, nothing, why do you ask?" I felt a little embarrassed that she noticed me watching her like that. But Teresa smiled a cute smile.

"Why do you look at me so much?" she said.

"I don't know, really... I guess I'm just happy you're here! That I won't be alone this Christmas."

"Yeah... me too! I'm glad Jennifer had you as her friend."

I gave her a quick hug but Teresa seemed to want more. She moved closer to me and laid her head on my shoulder and leaned in even closer when I put my arm around her.

"Mum and me used to sit just like this together when we were watching TV," she said.

"Mmm.... I'm not her but I really like to be close to you so feel free to lean on me as much as you like," I answered.

"She used to stroke my hair too...."

I did that and felt her relaxing more and more. My hand slid back down to her tiny shoulder and she took it in her hand and caressed it a little. We sat still for a while until I suddenly felt Teresa slowly pulling my hand down on the front of her upper body. I just waited to see what she was up to and let her guide my hand and put it where she wanted it.

Teresa held my hand close to her flat chest and I heard her breathing change. I just kept waiting trying to be as patient as I could. But at last I couldn't be quiet anymore.

"Did Mum use to do this too?" I whispered. It took a little while before she answered and I saw her cheeks turning slightly red.

"Yes... but she liked it best to have her hand inside my jumper," she said.

"Do you want me to do that too?"

She nodded her head. "Yes.... please!"

"Are you sure you really want me to touch you like that?" I said. "I mean... I don't mind at all but... some people think it's very wrong for an adult to touch a child like that."

"I don't.... and besides.. it was my idea!"

I took a deep breath and then let my hand slip down inside her sweater. Her chest was completely flat but that didn't stop her from liking to be caressed there.

"I like that, Nellie," she whispered. "You've got lovely hands! Soft and tender! Please don't stop!"

I started to realize what a lucky lady I was and that her mother had been just like me, sharing my lust for young pre-adolescent girls. I kissed her on her head.

"Hey, Teresa.... Why don't you put your nightgown or pj's on at the next commercial break."

The break came just after I'd said that and she went to the bathroom to change. She came back wearing a pair of very thin almost see-through baby-doll pyjamas. She smiled at me when she saw my eyes eating her and came back to the couch. She stood on her knees beside me and suddenly she kissed my cheek.

"Do you like my pj's?" she said. "This was Mum's favourite."

"Yes, it's lovely," I said and then added, "and so are you!"

Teresa smiled at me and then she lightly touched my lips with hers. She blushed a little and looked down.

"Sorry... I know you shouldn't kiss someone without making sure they want you to."

I put my arms around the skinny little girl and smiled at her.

"Don't be sorry! I love being kissed! Especially by sweet girls like yourself."

I caressed her back feeling every bone through the soft fabric of her baby doll pyjamas. No extra fat on this girl, she was really skinny. And suddenly our eyes met and at that moment we both knew exactly what the other wanted and we wanted the same thing, both of us. A brief little smile faded away as fast as it appeared on her face and her pretty brown eyes glittered.

"Teresa," I whispered. "I'm afraid this is getting a little out of hand. You'd better stop me before it's too late.

She shook her head and climbed up on me standing on her knees with legs wide apart.

"I don't want you to stop," she whispered. "I want you to kiss me! Kiss me and put your tongue into my mouth! Just like Mum used to."

I could have given everything I owned if that's what it would have cost me to stick my tongue into her mouth. But it didn't cost me anything, her kisses were totally free. And she was a great kisser! It was obvious that she'd had a lot of practice. Teresa put her tiny arms around my neck and breathed more and more heavily. I cupped her little ass in my hands and that made her shiver all over.

"Make love to me, Nellie," she whispered. "Please make love to me like Mum used to do!"

How could I resist? I felt my nipples stiffening and my juices were flooding in my burning pussy. I wanted to rip her pj's off and stick my tongue deep into her little girl pussy.

Teresa released herself from my arms and standing up right in front of me she performed a little strip dance taking off her jammies. I couldn't take my eyes off her flat chest or her little pink nipples.

"Please don't take your panties off," I said and Teresa looked a bit surprised. "I want to take them off of you," I continued.

She smiled and climbed back onto me. Her long shiny dark hair danced over her upper body and she looked very, very sexy. We kissed again and Teresa gently touched my breasts. I was wearing a tank top and no bra and soon her little hands started to pull my top up to expose my small but rather firm breasts.

The top was off, we both only had panties on. Teresa's were white cotton and mine were red lace string panties.

The coffee table beside the couch had wheels and I gave it a kick so I could drag Teresa with me down on the soft mat on the floor. We kissed some more and I gently caressed her little white panties off from her trembling body. She smiled and looked at me.

"Oh God, Nellie, you make me just as horny as Mum used to do!"

My body was in a stage of madness. I was so hot and wet and my legs were shaking. In my mind I tried to make some kind of plan of how I would make love to this little wonderful girl when, all of a sudden, she took total command of the situation. I was planning on how to seduce her but she just threw herself on top of me and started kissing me and rubbing her skinny little body against mine.

She behaved more like a man would when being extremely excited and I just let her do it. Teresa pressed my legs apart with one of her knees and suddenly I felt as if I was the child and she was the adult.

She ripped my panties off with a strength I never thought a girl that size could possess and I loved it. I was handled roughly by a child and I loved every second of it.

She drew my tank top up to expose my breasts and when they were out in the open she caressed and squeezed and rubbed her face against them while her knee was rubbing my wide open soaking wet pussy.

And she didn't seem to want to stop or even slow down, she just kept rubbing, squeezing, caressing and kissing me.

I was stunned by her unexpected wildness but it was absolutely wonderful to be "man-handled" by this 40 kg pre-adolescent girl. She licked and sucked my tits, biting my nipples just hard enough to make me even more excited but not hard enough to really hurt me. My nipples were rock hard and I was moaning from excitement. And I heard my mouth speak words that maybe wasn't so suitable to say to a girl that young.

"Yessss, baby... Oooohhh, I love it! Suck my tits! Mmmm..., bite me baby! Rub your knee harder to my pussy! Fuck me, Teresa, fuck me hard!"

She gave me another deep, hot, wet kiss and then slowed down for a moment!

"Do you have any toys?" she asked.

"Toys?"

"Yeah... you know.... sex toys... like one of those plastic penises with elastic straps..."

"You mean... a strap-on?"

"Yes, that's the word! Mum had one and she used to let me use it on her."

I almost fainted. This was too good to be true! I must be dreaming, I thought. But I wasn't. And I couldn't stop myself from playing along. I pointed at my drawer next to the bed.

"There...," I said with blushing cheeks.

Teresa opened the drawer and then it was her turn to blush.

"Wow.... this is much bigger than Mum's! What a cock! Won't it hurt if I use it on you?"

I shook my head.

"No, I'm used to it! Do it, please, Teresa!"

She stopped to think for a few seconds and then she looked at me.

"OK, but... you can't use it on me! That thing would rip me in two. My pussy would explode if you put that thing inside me!"

"I'm not an idiot," I said. "Of course I know that and I promise I won't use it to hurt you. Now, please, put it on!"

Teresa continued to show a side of herself I never thought might be there. She looked at me with sparkling eyes and smiled a devious little smile. Then she started a role-play where I was an innocent schoolgirl and she was the ruthless rapist who loved to scare me.

"So... you want my cock in your little cunt, slut?" she said.

"Yes...."

"Want me to fuck the living crap out of you?"

"Yes, please fuck me!"

"Are you a little slut? A little whore?"

"Yesssss......"

I almost started crying, that's how excited I was.

Teresa smiled again and started to put on the gigantic strap-on. This was no innocent little preteen - this was an extremely well schooled little mother fucker in the right sense of the word. And now I was the "mother-substitute." She kept talking sounding like a bad American movie star with cheap language.

"You just wait and I'll fuck you so you won't be able to walk or sit for days. Get ready, slut, and open your legs all you can for me. Get ready to be molested!"

With a slim little hand she guided the dildo to my dripping wet opening and as soon as she found it she pushed it all the way inside me in one hard push that made me moan from both pain and pleasure.

There I was, a grown woman being raped by a little skinny flat-chested girl. She fucked me so hard and I thanked her mother's soul for the lovely inheritance she had left for me. At least as a loan for a while!

I climaxed again and again and held Teresa so close I almost got worried that I'd suffocate her.

Then, when I'd at last had enough I threw her over on her back and pulled her legs wide apart to get access to her little hairless girl pussy. She shivered and moaned when I started to eat her beautiful little cunt and I felt her cumming over and over. Gently I let a finger slide up inside her tight little pussy hole and Teresa moaned even louder.

I slowly finger fucked the lovely little schoolgirl and made her cum over and over again. I stuck my hand in the open drawer without Teresa noticing and found a smaller penis substitute - a vibrator sized like an ordinary candle. Her body stiffened for a second or two when I started to penetrate her with the buzzing fuck-toy while sucking her pink little clit at the same time.

Teresa shivered and trembled. She moaned and begged me for more all the time.

So I decide to silence her. At least for the time being! I climbed up on top of her and pressed my soaking pussy to her sweet little-girl-face and she started licking me at once..

I can't even guess how many orgasms we had that night but I know that eventually we fell asleep--naked in each others arms!

The next morning I woke up early and I took a shower before I went back to bed to wake up my little new lover with a big kiss asking her if she could think of anything to do that day. Teresa replied in just one single word.... "Fuck!"

And God knows I did! I fucked her and she fucked me from all kinds of positions and I knew then that I must have been a "good girl" since Santa had brought me such a lovely present!