Mornings with Matilda

by Nellie of Sweden

This is a fiction story of incest and lesbian pedophilia. So if sex between adults and little girls upset you - don't read! And as for the rest of you I hope you will enjoy this story!

I got pregnant at the age of 17. Only days before it happened I had finally admitted to myself I preferred females but most of my friends had no idea. I hadn't yet "come out" as a lesbian. I was known as the party girl who loved to dance, drink and make out with the boys. But a girl in my high school class helped me discovering my true self. She seduced me in the backseat of her father's car and after that I knew boys and men weren't for me.

However I was invited to a party at a friends house when her parents were out of town. Her granddad lived in the same house but she told us he turned off his hearing aid and went to bed at nine every night so after that the coast was clear for us to have a party. I danced a lot and drank even more. Too much, to tell you the truth. I got drunk and after a while I felt sick and when I got out of the bathroom my friend Julia saw me.

"What's wrong?" she said and gave me a quick hug.

I told her I'd had a bit too much but that I was feeling better now. She showed me into a bedroom and told me I could rest there for a while. I threw myself on the bed and fell asleep at once. Or more truly - I passed out.

When I woke up 3-4 hours later I was almost naked. I had my bra on and my skirt but not properly. My tank top and panties were on the floor beside the bed. And I felt a little sore between my legs. I reached down to feel with my hand and my pussy was all sticky and messy. I realized someone had taken advantage of my condition and raped me when I was unconscious.

At first I was angry, then scared and after a while I felt ashamed getting so drunk that I was a free fuck for anyone who wanted to do me. I got up and then into the bathroom to wash up a little. Then I found a back door and nobody saw me leaving. I sniveled and cried almost all the way home. Both from fear, anger and shame.

Our house was dark when I arrived and I tried to be as quiet as I possibly could, afraid to wake my mother or father. I decided there was no idea to report the rape to the police, couldn't face the shame I thought would be in stall for me during their investigations. If they believed me at all. Besides I couldn't prove anything.

Some weeks later I started to understand I was pregnant. My period had been punctual as clockwork for three years and now I was more than three weeks late. A self test from the pharmacy confirmed my suspicions and at last I managed to tell my mother about it. At first she was angry with me. I wasn't allowed to drink but what teens are? But after a while she promised to help me either to have an abortion or teaching me how to care for my child properly.

Since I couldn't stand the thought of getting an abortion the choice was made. Mum was really fantastic all through my pregnancy and she was there with me when Matilda was born a dark night in November.

Matilda was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen and my motherly feelings were activated as soon as I first held her to my breasts. So small but yet so perfect. She was just gorgeous.

We stayed at my parents house for Matilda's first 1½ year but then I got a job in my father's family business and could get my own apartment for me and Matilda. And at about the same time I met Maria.

She was almost ten years older than me, an experienced woman who knocked me off my feet completely and soon she moved in with us. Maria had a big craving for sex and she taught me a lot about lesbian love. I was so very happy with my new family until that morning. The morning that changed everything. Even me although I didn't realize that until some days later.

I woke up a Sunday morning in spring an saw that I was alone in bed. I heard Maria's voice from the bathroom and Matilda giggling and babbling. Those sounds filled my heart with joy. I was so happy my girlfriend seemed to love my daughter almost as much as I did.

I got up and sneaked out into the hall towards the bathroom. Matilda laughed out loud and then I heard Maria's voice;

"You liked that, didn't you, baby?"

I went closer to the semi open door and peaked inside. There was Maria, knelt down before the nursing table with her face buried between Matilda's legs and there wasn't even the shadow of a doubt what she was doing. She was eating Matilda's little baby pussy. I was as paralyzed for a few seconds, couldn't move or make a sound. But then I regained consciousness.

"What the hell are you doing?" I said opening the bathroom door.

Maria looked up at me and I saw the panic in her eyes. My reaction was instinctive. I had been taught that sex wasn't for anyone under the age of fifteen. But on the other hand I got soaked from what I'd just witnessed. Maria started to cry and pushed me aside so she could run into our room. She locked the door behind her and I stayed with Matilda. Her cheeks were reddish just like her chubby little pussy lips and her eyes sparkled. She patted her little sex and kept giggling.

But I ignored that and just put her panties on. By then she was a little over two years old and didn't wear a diaper in daytime, only when she slept. I sat her up and put her little dress on as well and then took her in my arms and held her close to me. I thought she would be scared from what Maria had done but she was in her best mood and hugged me hard.

The bedroom door opened and a red-eyed Maria appeared. She was still sniveling.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me... I've never done anything like that before. Please, Teresa, I know you can't forgive me but please don't call the police! I'll never ever do that again, I promise. Let me just pack my clothes and you'll be rid of me forever."

She was afraid. Very afraid. And even though I was angry and scared myself I couldn't bear to see her cry. After all she was my girlfriend and I loved her but I was in shock and couldn't really think straight.

"Go," I said. "Just go away and never show your face here again."

Less than an hour later Maria had her bags packed and stood in the hallway removing the key to my apartment from her key ring.

"I'm so sorry," she said again with tears falling from her eyes. "Please try to forgive me!"

I didn't say anything, just watched Maria walk out the door and close it behind her.

After she left I tried to sort out the feelings inside me. I was shocked from seeing her performing cunnilingus on my baby girl. But at the same time I was aroused like hell. I felt ashamed for getting excited. For a few days I walked around as if I was in a sort of awake coma.

But...

The next Saturday morning I woke up from Matilda's giggling and kissing my face.

"Ma-ma, my dappa wet," she said. (My diaper is wet)

I lifted her up and carried her to the bathroom and put her on the nursing table. I opened the tapes on her diaper and took it off from her. Matilda giggled and grabbed her little feet with her hands and pulled them up while I cleaned her thoroughly between her legs. When she was cleaned and dried she wouldn't let me put her panties on. She played with her feet and laughed at my trying to put her little panties on. Then she patted her little sex.

"Ma-ma, kiss Tilda," she said.

I leaned over her and gently kissed her lips but she pointed at her crotch again.

"No," she said. "Kiss Tilda HERE."

Her fingers opened her little pink slit and seeing her perfect little baby pussy made me tremble all over. I saw the tiny opening and her inner pussy lips and the tiny little clitoris right where the inner lips met. I was as paralyzed again, probably dark red in my face and my heart pounded so hard. A part of me knew I was supposed to tell her no and just get her dressed but another part whispered in my inner ear; "Do it to her! She wants it."

"No Matilda," I said with trembling voice.

"Pleeeeease ma-ma! Tilda likes kiss there. Ma-eea (Maria) likes too! Please ma-ma!"

My brain was a complete inferno of thoughts. One part that tried to be traditionally grown-up doing "the-right-thing" and another part of that whispered in a seductive way: "Go on, do it! She wants it!"

Noooo, this is not happening, I thought to myself as I saw myself lower my head. She smelled from baby soap and her own Matilda-smells and I felt my own pussy dripping as I opened my mouth and gave my baby girl's pussy a hot French kiss. She giggled and pulled her legs up even more when I looked up at her face.

"Again ma-ma," she said. "Kiss Tilda's pee-pee again!"

I opened my moth and stuck my tongue into my daughter's tight little slit, taking a lick from the vaginal opening and up to her clit that already was hard. Her body twisted and she giggled each time my tongue met her little clitoris.

My panties were totally soaked from my flooding pussy juices and I could feel that Matilda was wet too and it wasn't just my saliva. Her little opening was glistening from moisture and she opened her legs as wide as she could.

"More ma-ma," she said. "Please!"

I couldn't have stopped at that point even if she had told me to. I was totally lost in my arousal. I kneeled down just as Maria had done when I caught her doing the same thing I couldn't stop doing now myself. One hand between my own legs and the other one on Matilda's baby pussy to spread her outer pussy lips and helping my mouth making her feel good. Matilda started to move her pelvis against my mouth and I understood that she really loved what I was doing to her. She was panting harder and harder and that aroused me even more. To my big surprise she had an orgasm. Or at least she seemed to have one. She pressed her pussy to my face and I could see the cramps in her tummy.

I stopped licking her and looked up on her. Her face was red but she smiled and her eyes glittered.

"Ma-ma good," she said. "Tilda likes!"

I finally came to my senses and got up on my feet. Matilda smiled at me again.

"Again ma-ma," she said. "Pleeeeease!"

"No baby, this was enough," I said trying to be the kind of mother people would expect me to be. But at the same time I understood that my life - and Matilda's - had changed forever. Deep down I knew I wouldn't be able to stop now. I knew I would do this again. And more, much more.

I made us some breakfast and then we went out to the playground where Matilda played for hours with another little girl called Sisela. Sisela's mother Beatrice and I sat at a bench in the park watching our daughters playing and talking about mother-stuff. At noon I took Matilda's hand and went back home to make some lunch.

When she had eaten she rubbed her eyes and I suggested she'd take a little nap. We went to my bed and I gave her the pacifier and her stuffed rabbit "Boobboo" and then I stayed with her until she fell asleep. She was lying on her back and her dress had slid up a bit. I couldn't resist touching her a little. Feeling the contours of her lovely little pussy through the soft cotton fabric of her little panties.

I lay back and opened my jeans and let my right hand slide down into my panties while my left hands fingers felt Matilda's little pussy through her panties. I closed my eyes and rubbed my pussy and remembered how lovely she had tasted the same morning. Remembered how soft and smooth she was and how moist her little slit had become from my kisses. I gently eased one finger inside Matilda's pink little panties and felt her soft skin on her pussy lips and that was enough to make me cum. Matilda was eagerly sucking her pacifier as I gently stroke her closed slit with a fingertip. My God, how soft and wonderful she is, I thought to myself and my next orgasm was a fact.

To my big surprise I suddenly felt a little moist right outside Matilda's pussy hole. I gently pressed a little with my little finger and it slipped in between those puffy little cunt lips. Slowly I pressed the finger deeper and deeper but when I was inside about a half inch I noticed that she moved away a bit and made a sound as if it hurt a bit. She was so tight, so marvellously tight but soaking wet although she was fast asleep.

I had four or five orgasms just from rubbing myself while my other hand explored Matilda's little baby cunt.

At last I managed to get up and out into the kitchen to do the dishes and have a cup of strong black coffee. About an hour and a half after she had fallen asleep Matilda woke up and I heard her calling me.

"Ma-ma! Tilda's 'wake now!"

I went into the bedroom and reached out my arms at her.

"Hello baby! Did you have a nice nap?"

She got up and into my open arms. I lifted her up and when I cupped her little ass with my hand my heart started pounding again. But I managed to control myself this time. I sat down on the couch in the living room with Matilda in my arms to let her wake up in a calm way. She hugged me and placed little wet kisses all over my face.

"Tilda kiss ma-ma's pee-pee too," she suddenly said. "Feels good, ma-ma!"

"No Matilda," I said. Again trying to be the 'good parent.' "Let's go to the grocery store and buy some food!"

"No, Tilda tired," she said. "Tilda's legs tired."

"But you don't have to walk," I said. "I'll drive you in your stroller."

She smiled again.

"Tilda have candy," she said looking at me with a pleading face. "Tilda good girl!"

I couldn't help laughing a little. She was so cute and charming and already knew how to persuade me to give her some candy. I smiled back at her.

"Yes, baby, you ARE a good girl," I said. "OK, I'll buy you some candy just because you're so cute!"

She laughed and put her little shoes on and then we were on our way. I had a shopping list so the shopping was very quick and on the way home Matilda sucked her lollipop with a smile on her face. I made us dinner and then Matilda wanted to watch TV for a while. I cleaned up the kitchen and had me a cup of coffee again before checking in on her. She had fallen asleep in our leather armchair and didn't even react when I lifted her up and carried her to bed.

I want to the bathroom to get a diaper and then I took off her dress, socks and panties. I controlled my lust to kiss or at least sniff her privates and just put her diaper on and tucked her in.

I spent my evening in front of the TV thinking about Maria and tears fell from my eyes. I missed her. I missed her mouth and her hands. I missed her beautiful eyes and her big breasts and I missed her pussy, I missed her kisses, hugs and her giving me hot sex. Should I call her? No, she probably wouldn't dare answering when she saw it was me calling.

I had a glass of wine on the balcony in the warm spring evening. The leaves had come back on the trees and mother nature was getting herself ready for summer. Thoughts kept running through my mind and I couldn't seem to sort them properly. There was an ongoing conflict inside me about what I had done with Matilda. I was very ashamed but on the other hand the thought of her bare pussy open to my tongue and lips aroused me crazy.

I went inside to go to bed and when I had turned out the lights I listened carefully to hear Matilda's calm breath and the sound of her sucking her pacifier. I loved that sound, it was a receipt that I had done something right - my little girl was sleeping safe and sound in her bed. And, as I almost always did from that sound, I fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up from Matilda patting my breasts and calling me to wake me up. I opened my eyes and she laughed when she saw I was awake. I was naked but she was used to that. I always slept naked and still do.

"Dappa off (Diaper off)," she said and I got up and carried her to the bathroom.

She smiled widely when I opened the tapes and took the soaked diaper off from her. I cleaned and dried her and she smiled again and patted her little pussy.

"Kiss," she said. "Kiss Tilda here!"

I knew I should have told her no and dressed her but my inner pedophile already had got the better of me. I wanted to kiss and lick and suck her baby pussy. But not in the bathroom this time.

"Do you want Mummy to kiss your pee-pee?" I asked.

Tilda smiled even wider and nodded her head eagerly.

"OK," I said. "But not here, baby. Let's go back to bed and I'll kiss you all you want."

I lifted my naked little toddler up and held her close to me carrying her back to bed. Feeling her naked body close to mine was wonderful and I think she thought so too because she clung tightly to me all the way back to bed. I put her down on her back and kissed her flat little chest and her arms and shoulders. Then her cheeks and the tip of her nose. Then I put my lips softly over hers and gently licked her lips.

"Open your mouth a little, darling," I whispered.

She did and I stuck my tongue inside. The first tries were a bit clumsy but when I asked her to do just like me she soon learned the art of kissing. I put my hand between Matilda's legs and started to caress her little girl pussy while we continued to kiss. I whispered into her half open mouth that I loved her Matilda's eyes glittered when she said she loved me too. Her slit was getting wet and I could no longer stay away from it with my mouth. So I kissed my way down on her. Her neck, her little pink nipples and her chubby tummy. Her groin, her thighs and at last her wonderful little baby cunt.

"Mmm...," she moaned with a big smile as my tongue stroked along her slit for the first time that day. I kissed and licked and sucked Matilda's sweet little pussy until she shivered all over. I was surprised that such a young child could be that aroused. Her cheeks were red and she was panting just like a grown woman would have done. Gently I started to penetrate her with my little finger while licking her. Just as the last time I got it in about half an inch. Then she stiffened a bit and I didn't push anymore. But I kept my fingertip inside and after maybe a minute I could feel how my daughter's tight little love canal suddenly opened itself up for me. I pressed gently and Matilda's pussy took the finger all the way in so I could feel her cervix with my fingertip. I looked up to check if her face showed any pain but her eyes were closed and she had a smile on her pretty little face so I assumed she liked having my finger inside.

"Mmm..." she moaned again. "More Ma-ma!"

My tongue wandered around all over her pussy and I tickled her little rosebud with it too. Matilda seemed to like that too so I gently pushed a finger up her ass and her reaction confirmed my hopes that she liked it.

Gently finger fucking her I continued to eat my daughter out and soon I could see and feel her climaxing. I was amazed that so young kids really could have an orgasm. Myself I was almost thirteen the first time I had one. I touched myself, rubbed my pussy a lot growing up but I can't say I ever had orgasms before the age of twelve. And Matilda wasn't even three years old yet but she did cum from my loving treatment.

I crawled up and kissed her mouth now rubbing my own pussy. Matilda kissed me back and she was getting really good at it now. I lifted her up on top of me and asked her to suck my tits as she had done when she was smaller.

It was just as if her mouth remembered how to suck to get milk because she sucked my nipple exactly the same way as when she nursed from me. My right hand was on Matilda's round little butt and my left hand was on my own pussy. I was close to climax and I encouraged Matilda so suck a little harder on my nipple. The orgasm I had with my naked little daughter lying on top of me was the most fantastic orgasm ever. At least until then. Over the years to come our love was going to take my orgasms to heights that I never thought were possible before. But now I bit blood in my lip not to scream out loud. I didn't think Matilda would understand why I screamed so I controlled myself this time.

She off course was too little to understand the feelings inside me at that moment but somehow she seemed to know I was feeling very good and she was proud that she had made me feel good.

She came up and gave me a long kiss. Then she smiled.

"Tilda love Ma-ma," she said.

I dragged her back down and deep kissed her for almost a minute before I answered.

"And I love you, my darling Matilda. Thank you God for giving me the most wonderful little girl ever born."

In that moment I even was thankful to who ever raped me that night at my friends house. I had a hunch who it was because Matilda has green eyes (mine are blue) and reddish hair and there was only one young man there with green eyes and about the same hair colour. His name is Christian and I knew he had been interested of em for a while before that night.

But I had no intention of telling him that he might be the father of my little darling. I wouldn't risk maybe having to share her with anyone. Matilda was mine. Only mine! And if she needed a fatherly figure I decided she could use mine. He was and is a very good father and I was sure he would love to be the male role model for Matilda.

We stayed in bed for almost an hour hugging and kissing while I explained to Matilda that the love making had to be our little secret. She understood that surprisingly well, I thought. I felt quite sure she wouldn't talk about our sex play at kindergarten or with her grandparents. I also told her she couldn't kiss anyone else the way she and I were kissing.

The weekend after was my free weekend. My fantastic parents had promised me that they would look after Matilda for one weekend every month so I could go out to have some fun or just rest at home alone. This time I didn't want to let her go but I did anyway. I had some plans.

My dad came to get her on Friday afternoon and Matilda was thrilled. She knew that her grandparents would spoil her rotten for two days with candy, ice cream and soda or whatever she asked for.

After they left I picked up my cell phone and dialed a very familiar number. First I feared I wouldn't get an answer but at last the call was answered.

"Yes! Maria."

"Maria, it's me, Belinda."

She became silent so I continued.

"Can we meet?" I asked. "How about a cup of coffee at Wayne's?"

"Why?" she said.

"I wanna talk to you."

"But... there's nothing more to be said. I did a terrible thing and I understand that you can't forgive me. I can't say why I did it, it just happened. I'm sorry but there's nothing more to say..."

"Maria!"

"What?"

"Please! Do you still have feelings for me? I know I still love you."

Maria started to cry at the other end.

"Off course I love you," she sniveled. "You're the love of my life. I almost killed myself when I realized I had damaged our love. I don't deserve you..."

I interrupted her and said;

"I'll be at Wayne's at the mall at six tonight- Please come!"

Then I hung up and went to take a shower and get dressed.

At six o'clock I was sitting with my espresso at a corner table at Wayne's and suddenly I saw her. My heart started to sing when I laid eyes on her. How beautiful she is, I thought to myself. She ordered her café au lait and came over to my table. She looked embarrassed and ashamed but in her eyes I saw a glimpse of something else. Hope I think.

"Please, sit down," I said and she sat down across the table from me.

Maria's hand was on the table and I put mine on it and held it while I looked into her eyes.

"Please just be quiet and listen to me," I said. "Don't interrupt, just listen!"

"OK..."

"I've missed you," I said. "And so has Matilda. No, don't speak! Your turn will come. I have to get this off my chest before you say anything."

I continued.

"When I saw you in the bathroom I reacted the way a mother is supposed to react. On the outside. But inside me you lit a fire. I was aroused seeing you doing that with her. And... just a little while after I went into the same trap. I did it myself. And have done several times after that. So why would it be wrong when you did it but right when I did it. Matilda loves it just as much as she did with you."

Maria slowly shook her head.

"I don't believe this," she said. "This isn't happening. Are you saying that you forgive me?"

I shook my head smiling at Maria.

"Why should I? There's nothing to forgive. You gave my daughter physical pleasure, you didn't hurt her. And she loved it. It was just me and my puritan upbringing that caused the problem."

I saw a hint of a smile in Maria's face and took her hand again looking deeply into her eyes.

"Come home, darling," I said. "Please come back home with me. Now!"

Maria got on her feet in no time and dragged me up as well. She cried from relief and happiness and held me tight in front of all the people at the coffee shop. She sniveled on my neck and repeatedly told me she loved me. People around us stared at us but I didn't care. I was not ashamed of our love so as far as I was concerned they could look all they wanted.

We held hands when we left the coffee shop and the mall. Maria had her car with her so we went to her brother's house where she had been staying since I threw her out and she packed her things again. And the smile that was on her face when we arrived at home really warmed my heart. I kissed her in the street outside the car, determined that from then on we would be open about our love.

"Welcome home, darling," I said. "Welcome home!"

We could hardly wait til we got inside and locked the door before we started to rip each other's clothes off. It was so wonderful to have her naked body close to me again and I loved her hands on me and my hands on her and our tongues dancing in our mouths. The room was already steaming from hot pussies when I finally had her in bed and we started to make love

We stayed in bed from Friday night til mid Sunday. Then we got up and went out to eat. When we came back home I heard a horn honking on the street and when I looked out it was my parents bringing Matilda back.

Mum and Dad were in a hurry so they just left Matilda inside the door and rushed away. They were going to a movie and didn't want to be late.

I helped Matilda with her coat and then I kissed her and lifted her up.

"Mummy has a surprise for you," I said. "Look who's back!"

We entered the living room where Maria was waiting. Matilda went crazy when she saw Maria.

"MAA-EEE-AA." she screamed and I let her down to let her run into Maria's open arms.

Maria lifted Matilda up in her arms and tears fell over her cheeks while Matilda showered her face with kisses. I felt happy seeing the two people I loved most being so happy.

"Matilda," I said. "Why don't you give Maria one of those special kisses that Mummy taught you!"

And she did. But that's another story. Not yet written but someday maybe...