This started out as a nitemare for me, the author. That's about all the Trigger Warning I can give you. It's creepy, and it just get worse. On my Mirror archive, it's labeled Horror.
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Hailey (Ffg Baby Sitt Milk Lact Fant.)
"Oh!" The first time, I just turned away, my face and ears burning.
"It's all right. Come in, sit down." She was feeding little Nelly, and I just set down my bookbag. Didn't look, but I already saw a little. Covered by her shirt, and the baby's face. I just got out my English book, and started on the reading. Until she put her down, fixed her top, and got up. "It's perfectly natural."
"Uh huh?"
"Nothing to be ashamed of, just us girls here." I just nodded, let my hair hang down on the side, and pretended to read, but my face wouldn't stop burning. Then, she loaded up the bottle bag, with the pump, and left for work.
"Huh!" I relaxed. She's right, I just. I don't know, wasn't brought up that way. She's cool, but I was just raised modest. I quickly got over that modesty, as she turned out to make a habit of it. "Just drain them before I go, so I don't have to pump again so soon."
"Uh, huh?"
Then, she got home, and she was leaking. "Can you wait a minute?" She sat down, didn't even take off her purse, and lifted the side of her shirt. "Bring her over to me." I looked away, and she gently took the infant from my arms. "Huh! You don't get like this when you change her, right?"
"Like what?" I carried the bag in the kitchen, and put up the bottles.
"You're 12 now, right?"
"Uh huh?"
"And you're starting to develop. I know you're shy, and modest, but really. It's nothing."
It's not nothing. "Uh!" She was topless when I came back out.
"Can you get me a dry one from my drawer?"
"Uh," I went back, called from her room. "Which one?"
"Top, left side."
So, I did, and pulled my hair down to hide behind, or at least drape over that side, handing it to her.
"Here's your money."
"Thanks."
I looked. Then up at the bills in her hand, and took them.
"You shouldn't hide your face like that. You know, you're really quite pretty?"
"Uh," I tucked it beind my ear. "Yeah?"
"Huh!" She switched sides.
"See you tomorrow?" They shook, and kind of swung, but. I wasn't ashamed, really. My face still burned, all the way home, but when she held her out, turned her around. I got a real good look, the empty one even looked smaller, and a little flatter.
"Huh," my pulse pounded in my chest, but it wasn't just my heart. I saw her nipples, they leaked a little, and did I just lick my lips? I could feel them, beating. My the blood pounding in my bra. Not just a training bra, I moved up to A cups, but hers? Now, I wanted to look, and that's not all. It's all right, perfectly natural, just us girls.
"Oh!" I locked myself in the bathroom, right away, and just pushed my shirt up. My bra off, god they were red, and swollen in the mirror. They ache sometimes, but I just felt them, and pinched them a little until they popped out. Pulled them like she did that one, when she was finished, and Nelly latched onto the other one. "Huh!" I sat down on the toilet, and just closed my eyes. Hers was flat, the other one still swelled a little, and leaked, but not as much as this, and it feels so good just twising my fingers so they brush around the puffy part. Not the hard parts in the middle, but I pinched those, and pulled them so they slipped out, and snapped back with pops that felt like I shocked them or something.
"You gonna be in there all night?"
"Just a minute?" I pulled my bra down, and my shirt over it, remembered to flush, as if I used the toilet. For that, but I could just imagine. What that's like. Swelling full of milk, so they're dripping, and swinging around between my arms.
"Good," mom brushed past me, and my face got hot again. She's got pretty big ones too, and my arm brushed her bra. Through her shirt too, but I felt them. Swing, and I saw them swing back, but she just turned, and shut the door.
Oh, god, what's wrong with me? Bad enough looking at my boss', and thinking about them feeling mine up, but.
"Huh!" I went to bed. "Yeah," better think about my boss', then. I got my hot shirt off, and my bra straps down, to turn it around, and unhook it. Turned out the light, and just sat down. Playing with them in the dark until my sister came in. "God!" I covered up, "Can't you knock?"
She giggled, "I seen your boobs before." She shut the door.
"Yeah, but what if one of the boys did?"
"Well, they didn't. Good night."
"Good night."
I pulled my pants off, and lay back. I used to sleep on my tummy, until that started to hurt. In the morning, maybe that's why they ached, in the morning?
Oh well, it's easier to feel them this way, and I fell asleep, like that. Dreaming about my boss, and milk dripping down, and all that, busty stuff. When I woke up, they didn't ache, and I squeezed them a little, before she woke up. "Huh!" I thought I wet the bed, I did a little, but I still had to pee.
It wasn't pee, at least it didn't smell like pee. It wasn't blood either, and it didn't feel. Like that. Gross. "Huh?" It feels slimy, and even nicer then my nipples. Well, my nipple, yeah, that feels even nicer, wiping with my finger. No toilet paper, or washcloth, just my finger, and that feels really really good. So, I switch sides, and cradle that one in my arm. Squeeze the other one, and my wet finger slips a little. I licked them, before I even thought about it, but.
"Snh, mh!" It tasted good, so I fingered a little more out, and wiped some spit in there. At some point you're playing with yourself, but it's all right. As long as mom doesn't catch me.
Better get a shower, before school, and wash it out real good, so she doesn't smell it. Maybe a little more. Okay? Yeah, all right, but she's probably going to be up soon...
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Nora
Well, at least she got over her shyness. Looked, right in the door, and smiled, but my daughter covered what wasn't under my shirt. I felt under my shirt, and pushed out of the other cup to switch sides, then fixed the drained one when she settled in. "Huh!" Still bright red, but at least she wasn't hiding behind her hair. Had it tied back, from the hairline without bangs, and just set down her homework.
"Huh!"
"I guess you're right." She nodded, "They're perfectly natural?" Smiled.
I looked up at the clock, "You're a little early."
"Well, I usually talk to my friends, or whatever, but," she shrugged, "I guess I missed them."
All right, now she's staring. Not even looking up at me, while she's talking, and I don't think that's blushing. "Hhn!" She smiled.
"Well," I covered up, "I have to go." Put her down, and packed up the pump. "See you later."
Work, more breaks to pump, in return for the discomfort of needing to, but. I don't know about that girl, whether her modesty was finally overwhelemd by curiosity, or it was, something else. The way when she smiled, when she said "Perfectly natural." Or the way she said it. Not natural, Perfect. Ly.
Oh, gosh. She said they're. Not it's, I might have misheard her, but she said they're perfect. Ly natural.
"Huh!"
Or maybe I'm imagining it now, but my face is warming up. And my chest, and on my first pump break. I didn't imagine my daughter, it doesn't feel like my daughter. It feels like a suction cup, pulling it into the plastic cone, and a relief, but. I thought about her eyes on them. Remembered how she looked, when I switched sides last night, then again before her eyes switched over to the money. But they stopped, she hesitated, and did she smile?
I'm sure I'm just imagining it, but still. I never thought about a girl, like that, but then I never felt one.. Well, her eyes, looking at me, but now I can feel it when she's not even here. She's back home, and I should probably drain the other side, just a bottle, and get back out to the customers. Instead of sitting here, fantasizing about a girl, not even a teenaged girl, staring at my chest.
That's enough, I'll just come back in a few minutes for a second bottle, but I'm not making any tips like this.
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Hailey (Fg Solo Lact Fant)
Okay, I tried it. On the first bottle, I tested it on my wrist, and tasted it. It doesn't taste like milk, I mean. It does, of course it is, but. "Huh!" I sat down, and held her, and let her drink, but I thought about, that. Kind of hard not to, holding the baby in my arms, in the exact same place she does, looking up at the door, and trying to ignore my nipples puffing up in my bra.
"Huh!" Starting to pulse, really fast, because, it's messed up, okay? It was messed up last night, but here, now. It's really messed up, and that makes it even worse because I can't. Holding a baby in one arm, and the bottle in my hand, but my arm against the side, and. It's just messed up, and sweaty, and my armpit is starting to feel clammy, she's so warm.
I've done this a hundred times before. It never made me so uncomfortable, but I can't even turn down the air conditioner, when what I really want to do is put her down, and get in her shower. A cold shower, isn't that usually what you do about it?
I'm horny, I'm so horny, and not being able to do anything about it, except rub the side of my bra on my arm is just making it worse. Maybe if I switch sides, she fusses a little, but my arm's getting tired any way, and I'm really very sweaty where I held her tiny back, and head. I wiped my palm off. On my shirt, and looked around.
Of course, it's just us girls, so I smiled, and maybe gave it a little squeeze. Now, my hand is dry, but my bra feels sweaty, but with her in my lap, I can just hold the bottle with my hand, and. I can feel it, in my hand. It moves a little, up and down with her suckling, but she closes her eyes, and I can just imagine.
Close my eyes, and smile, face burning, imagining it's not the bottle she's sucking. My hand on my bra, I'm sure she imagines that too. Her mom getting home, and. Well, I don't suppose she's imagining exactly what I'm thinking about. Suckling her mom. Instead of me.
"Huh!" And that's messed up. I'm not even pregnant yet, and that's like a year, give it a few months to find a boy I like, and.
Now, that's a problem.
I don't like a boy.
I like a woman.
Single mom.
"Huh!"
Switch hands.
Squeeze the other side.
That is, a serious problem. Isn't it?
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Nora
"Oh!" Look away. "Uhm," Put down my purse, give her a chance to fix her shirt. He bra, set down my daughter. "Huh!" That's a bit of a reversal, so I sit down in the chair. Move her books, where she usually sits to do homework.
"I'm sorry, maam."
"I'm sure you're just curious," I looked up, nodded. Decent again, good. "To be honest, I tried it too, when I was your age, and my mother gave me the talk."
"Well," she blushed, "I'm not sure I got the same talk you did."
Good point, "Well," from what I heard about her mother. "What did she tell you?"
"Here's a napkin, and don't have sex until you're married?"
"What about Nursing?"
She shook her head, "She's not a nurse."
"I mean breast-feeding."
She shook her head, "Don't let anyone see them, until you're married."
"But you know what they're for?"
"Well, yeah. Now." Obviously, she just tried it.
"Huh, well. All right then no. I got a more, detailed talk from my mother." Who wasn't a nurse, either. Nor a waitress, "But she had the proper books, here." I got up, "I have Dr. Spock's."
"Like Star-Trek?"
"No," I held it out to her, "For child-care, why don't you borrow it." If you're going to keep babysitting for me. "While the original message was you know more than you think you do. Huh! I think you have a bit more to learn from it." I handed her the diaper bag, "Now, put this up, and I'll get you your money."
"You're not mad about." She looked back.
"No," like I said, "I was your age once too." I tried it, baby sitting. It's perfectly natural to be a little curious. There's nothing sexual about it, and honestly, they. Breasts, they're for feeding babies. Like giving Betsy Wetsy dolls to little girls, so they can learn to bottle feed, and change diapers. Unless.
"Hailey?"
"Yes maam?"
"Are you a lesbian?"
"What's that?"
"Oh dear. You better come in here, and sit down." It's worse than I thought.
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Hailey (fF Talk.)
"Oh." I shook my head. "I don't. Know?" I heard of homosexuals, only in the worst words, but. "I didn't think, there was such a thing."
"Well, there are."
"Then," I shook my head, "How do they have sex?" I'm not completely ignorant. I've even seen a penis, or not just one. I have brothers, they told me all about it. They look funny, but I just recently discovered that I can play with myself, too.
"Well, you don't have any sexual feelings, for my daughter, do you?"
"No, of course not." She's just a baby. "Like you said, I was just curious, what it was like, but now. I think. Huh, well actually last night. Yeah, maybe?"
"What?"
"Maybe, I am?"
"What did you think, last night?"
"Well, I tried to think about a boy."
"What boy?"
"Any boy."
"And how did that make you feel?"
"I don't know? It didn't, I didn't feel any different."
"Oh, well that doesn't mean you're homosexual, it just means you haven't met the right boy yet."
"Yeah, but. Huh! I don't think I will." I had to look away. I looked down, and took a deep breath. "Because I think I have." I looked up. "Met the right. Woman." Back down. God, my ears were burning!
"Oh!" She laughed. "Oh. Huh, all right."
"I mean." I shook my head. "You."
"I know, dear."
"Well, are you. You know. A."
"Lesbian? No, I'm a mother."
"Oh yeah." Kind of hard to do, with another girl. I think, but then, I don't really know anything, about this. "It's just, when you said I was, Nh. Pretty, last night." I decided to tye my hair back. For her, so she could see my face better.
"That was just a compliment. You are, a beautiful girl. That doesn't make me a lesbian, either. But it's getting late, so you should probably go home now."
"Yeah." She's probably right.
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Nora
"Huh!" Well, that was awkward!
You know, I didn't tell her there was a third option. I'm not a lesbian, I am a single mother, and I have a deadbeat father to thank for that.
Not that I ever seriously considered that third option, but I already gave her enough to think about. I put my daughter down, and took the breast pump to bed. Because I would be getting up in the middle of the night any way, no need to for that as well, but.
She left me, with a little to think about. Too. She has a crush on me, I'm flattered, but at least she's not a child molestor, right? Well, that's the problem.
She's 12.
"Huh!" And I ment it when I told her she was very pretty. She is, really very pretty. I don't want to think about that right now, so I think about when I was that age, and starting to think about boys.
And baby sitting.
And women.
"Huh!"
So, I guess I know what she's going through. I knew better, than her. I still didn't think about it. At the time, giggling with my friends, and looking at bras, and. Well? Masturbating. All right, so I masturbated, looking at bras, and thinking about wearing one, and having boobs. I thought that was normal curiosity, and maybe it is, but now. I don't know.
"Nehen nehen nehehaaa!"
"Great," I knew I'd have to get up.
I checked her diaper first, and she's clean and dry.
I fixed them up quick, took her to bed, but didn't see any blood.
She wouldn't have, that's just paranoid but why even think of that?
My babysitter might do that without knowing anything about sex.
Virginity is the sort of thing she would tell her.
"hn!"
Of course I didn't think about that, at the time.
I named her Nelly after the first girl I babysat, and checked.
Her virginity, even if she wasn't my daughter, but she was someone's.
I'm not a lesbian, may even be bisexual, but there is a 4th option.
Masturbating to that idea certainly can't be a very good sign.
"How would they have sex?" I do have some idea.
I should probably put the baby down.
So I can lay on my back, she's back asleep anyway. I checked her diaper again, just to be sure, and put her down. Of course, I was just being paranoid, but now I have to admit to my self what I did. When I was that young, and she has a crush on me. Not my baby, and I'm not flattered. I'm fantasizing about her, it doesn't help that I got that glance at her. Chest. It's not flat, she doesn't have tits, but I couldn't even feel jealous. There was obviously nothing sexual about it, because she isn't like that.
Even if she is, it's not like I hurt Nelly. I left her, intact, still see her all the time, and she doesn't even seem to remember. The other girls I played with. Okay, even the ones I molested. I was curious, I looked. I was just starting to feel myself, and even with a mirror, it's just not that easy to see, if it had stopped there. But no, I didn't think about it, I just checked it with my tongue. She didn't taste like me, and by then at least I was aware of the symptoms of arousal. She didn't like it, I didn't even really like it, but I remember thinking about it.
With my finger on it. I could have. I didn't, but I could have broken it. I went and molested my friends instead, because at least they enjoyed it. She's not just a child, she was, but now she's a little more than that. I'll just explain to her that a baby is too young, so you can't really do that to her, and get anything out of it, either of you. However. I'm willing. To maybe have a more intimate relationship with her. Not despite her age, because she's twelve, she's beautiful, and she loves to stare at my saggy milk bags. I don't even like them now, they're too much, they hurt, they get in the way, and they're just too goddamned big.
I like her's. That nipple I saw, slip out, of my daughter's mouth, wet with her spit.
"Huhuhuhuh!"
So puffy, and red, and huge on the cute cones of young girlflesh.
"Huhn!" At least I'm not in denial any more.
Better get some sleep.
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{INS if I need to point this out, but those aren't breasts up there. Those are labia, "hn!" is the 2 fingers in between them. Completely subconscious on the narrator's part. (I actually pull that kind of shit all the time. ;)
Also, there's the assumption that because she has some experience, a few books, and is beginning to admit her attraction that she isn't ignorant, nor in denial. Thing is Ignorance is infinite, and we ain't. TBPH anyone that doesn't realize that is at least a little narcissistic. In this universe, only the Radulla even approach knowing it all, and that's still laggy from propagating at the speed of light. Not to mention the fact that they're lied to, and manipulated by Basiatis, who's at least experienced enough to admit He doesn't know it all.
The assumption is she's the seducer, because she's done this before, and the object of her escalating lust hasn't. It may turn out that she knows more than she thinks.}
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Hailey
"You're not having any sexual feelings about Nelly..."
Well, I wasn't? When I said no, but then I get home, and take a bath, because that takes longer then a shower, and it's comfortable. So hot, and steamy, and wet.
She said it was all right, I just tried it, but now that I have them in my hands again, "Huh!"
I'm having sexual thoughts about her. It's not the same, I had her on my nipple, and that had to be the most relaxing thing ever, but now that I have my hand between my legs, and my nipple in my fighers, you know what would be really nice is a baby on the other one.
I changed her diaper, and I know what that looks like. Done it a hundred times before, she's a girl, I'm a girl, only she doesn't have any hair on it, and I don't have a whole lot of hairs on it, but I remember being bald like that before, but I didn't. Touch myself like this then. I'm not fat, and. Bald like that any more, and I wonder what that feels like. Without the washcloth, I know it's soft from wiping it out, and;
"HhHhH!" Oh, "HhHHHHH!" Oh! "HuhhMMMN!" I better hold my breath.
That's, definitely a sexual feeling! How did I do that?
"OohhHHH!" That's loud. "Snhhhhhhh! NGH!"
I bet it's smooth. I know her skin is really smooth, and there's like no hairs anywhere. "HhHhuhu huh, uH!"
Just relax, it feel so hot and steamy in here, I don't really like it, but I'm so dreamy now, and I'm pretty sure I just got off. What do they call that, cumming. Right, the boys say cum. Or jerk off, I didn't jerk off, I just, kind of.
"Hailey?"
"What mom?"
"We need the Bathroom?"
"Okay, mom!"
I can open the window in the room anyway, I need the fresh air, but I hope I can do that again. Without the bath water, maybe that helped, but I just kind of lost track of what I was doing. Put a towel on, and run for my room, but not because my brother might see. I don't really care right now, I just need to try again before mom makes my sister go to bed, and figure out how to do that again. Because that was great.
It's um, 6:28, so I got at least an hour and a half. They'll make her go to bed, they always have to, and she can fight it for a while when she wants to. That's fine, I bet I can do it again in an hour and a half. Let's see, I just put my finger in between, no wait, I had my legs up like this, and the window open is a great idea. I can breathe, it's a little chilly, but I'm warming up again all ready, and this time I can think about her.
Her mom, it's probably not a good idea to think about touching a baby like that, and she doesn't have any anyway. You can barely see her nipples, her chest is just fat, but her lips.
"Huh, no."
Her lips. Yeah, she's got a big mouth, and she can suck on one too, and touch me. Like this?
"Hhuh!"
Does it even matter, what I do? I bet she's got lots of hair on hers, and. "Hihihihihn!" I know she's not a virgin, but should I save myself for her? I can't feel it, but there's this. Thing, my nail catches on the edge and hurts it, and I didn't see anything about it in that book, because it's about children. Well, nothing. Sexual yet, maybe I haven't gotten to that part, but the problem is she knows what to do, and I have no idea.
I know what I want to do is suck one, but she's got 2, and a baby, so. "Yeah." She throws out milk, it goes bad, so there's plenty for the baby, and then she doesn't have to switch sides, but then how would she reach, down between my legs? Well, she has 2 hands though, and nails, and I have 2 breasts, so she can feel me up, and I can drink one side, and touch myself, and hold the baby with both her hands full, and.
"Hhuhuhuh!"
Stop, thinking about that!
"Mrhnnnn!?"
Okay, that's bad, right? I mean, they say "Get off on it." My brothers, he gets off on that. So, what's that say when I'm pretty sure I didn't do anything different. This time, or last time, but I got off on thinking about touching a baby. No, Nelly, not between the legs this time, but holding her bottom the way I did her diaper, when she was suckling me, instead of her mom when I'm suckling her, and.
"HhHhHhH!"
Wait, again? I didn't even finish the first one!
"Hhihn!" Breathe. No breathe for real this time. "HhH!" I'm shivering, and I don't even feel cold. When it is cold, and I've got goosebumps, and I'm shivering, so I must be cold, and just can't feel it.
"Huh huh huh!"
That's incredible! Maybe I got 2, because there's one for both of them? But I better close the window, and yeah I said I was tired, but now I really am sleepy, and feel so sleepy, and the covers are so warm, and snuggly.
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Nora
Well, I put her down from another late-night feeding, but I wasn't feeling like sleeping, so I break out the toys? It had been a few weeks, so I didn't reach straight for the twat wrecker, but now that I've cleared my head, I probably could have.
It really depends on my mood, but tonight I'm feeling raunchy, which means dirty words, and I never even tried to try everything, but I thought of one I hadn't yet. I have milk left. I could pump, but it comes out hot, Nelly drained one side pretty good, but left me lopsided, so I rolled back, and started squeezing out the other, in my palm.
"Oohoh!" It does come out rather hot, and when I screw my fingres back and forth, it wipes over the glands, and a lot came out in my hand, but more went out to the tips, which really hurt more than a little, so remember that. While I turn over so they can hang, and I can cup under the dripping tit while milking around from the side.
"Nh!" And under, then inside with my finger, squeezing in with my thumb until I can make a circle, pinch it, and pull so they drain even more. "Ngh!"
That's a lot!
"Hah!" Rub it in real good, I'll have to strip down to the sheets from it all running down my arm, but "Fuck!" 2 fingers, easy, so pull out, and "NGH! HUH!" Make a triangle, and split as far as it will come open, which is almost to the knuckles. "Huh! Yrh FUCK!" I can get my wrist down, or up, or who fucking cares any more, but if I hook my fingertips, then spread a little, and I can grind it in hard, and mash my clit out until it throbs.
"Nh, yeah!" Rub my fingertips around real fast, and "Huhuhuhuh!" Yeah. Slip the middle two back in, and out, to paint my clit again, and just slip back up, and down, in and out to swipe my clit, and flatten my lips a few times. Slap, and bark, "NAIH! Hhn!" Rub it in hard, I'm going to have to run the bedding down to the laundry anyway, so "Fuck toys!" I don't want to clean those too.
"Nh! Huh huh huH hUH HUH!" Pull them back out to rub them around again, I'm really dripping now, and it's running down the back of my arm. "SLRPHUP! Huh! GUHLKHUH! Sphuh!" Nice big splat of deep throat spit, and oh yeah, milk. My milk! "Huhuhuhuhuh!" Rub it around in there nice and sloppy.
"Hh," push up. "Hhuh!" Pretty satisfied. "Hhhhhhhhh!"
Yeah, better stip the bed before I pass out. I can get off later, but that's good. I'm good for now, and I need the sleep more. Grab a maxi-pad just to hold between my legs after a quick cat-bath, and throw a sheet on. I can grab another blanket if i get cold, or turn up the heat, or whatever, but I'm about to crash again, and I need it.
"Hihhhhn!" Hug the pillow, and pass back out.
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Hailey
"Mh?" Another wet dream, and I'm all sweaty. "Snh?" Sure enough, I didn't wet the bed. "Slp?"
I wonder what she tastes like, and looks like, naked? Besides her breasts, but I didn't even get to see all of them, really. She took her shirt off, and I brought her bra to her sitting around topless, but now I wish I did get a better look, without the baby in the way, or my hair down, especially without the shirt, and half her bra on. Just pulled up to get a nipple out, but I bet she's hairy, and smells.
Well, like this, and tastes like this, only they're like lips, right? I guess she's got a beard, I got maybe a mustache, but a nice thick beard, and yeah.
I'm a homosexual. I know that now, now I'm thinking about that. I didn't ask, the boys I mean I asked her, and she didn't say anything, but it's like that Dr. Spock book, with a C. Maybe I know more then I thought, I just didn't think. I don't know, never mind.
Her privates, I want to see them. And get a better look at her breasts, and see her naked, and touch her, and taste her, and feel her hands on my breasts.
"Huh!" Better go to the bathroom, before I get loud. There's a washcloth, so I stick that in my mouth, and just breathe through my nose.
"Mh nm nm nm!" Ooh, real hard, and faster, faster, right? I just ignored it, but I heard it. I just had to remember, faster, harder, deeper, only not deeper, because I decided I will save it for her. "Nhmhmhmhmh!" Why isn't this working?
Lay down, in the tub. No wait, lock the door, and take a bath, that worked so good last night, and I don't like the wash cloth in my mouth. That was just a bad idea, but while it's feeling up, I can get it wet, and soapy. I didn't really wash off last night, and it feels nice on my belly, and my hairs, and up and down between my breasts. Right over my heart, I was just trying too hard, so relax.
"HhHhHhH!"
Yeah. Now try it. Since the water is that high, now wait, cut the water off first, and it was so easy the first 2 or 3 times, but what was I dreaming? I forget, but there was something, sexual in there, because I woke up so wet, and sweaty.
I don't know, maybe try to think about a boy? Not any boy, in particular, just a boy. My age, no a man. Right? I'm supposed to want a man, and marry him to get pregnant, and have a baby to hold, and suck the milk from my chest. "Hhhh," Yeah, I really want to know what that's like.
I didn't feel up my breasts first. That's it. Yeah, you have to turn it on first, I just thought I was because I woke up wet, but maybe that was just left over from last night? Does it go bad?
I don't know what I'm doing again. It's the middle of the night, I have it to myself for hours, and it's not working.
"Huh!" At least I'm clean? And "Yeahr!" Tired, I just. Well, I tried it, so try to sleep now, and dry off. It's not as easy as I thought.
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Nora
I have to work. I want to call in slick, but tomorrow I have a day off, and I need the tips. I was lucky to get an affordable sitter in the first place, I have to pay her, and you don't get payed maternity leave waiting tables. Or a decent paycheck, and the breaks are less time working for tips, so I'm still slowly losing money here. Also, Nelly is another expense, as much as I keep up appearences, I'm not actually making it as a single mother, and I'm going to have to move back home to I Told You So's, it's only a matter of time.
I just really want to stay home, and seduce Hailey all night. Instead, I masturbated furiously every time Nelly nodded off. Taped the wrecker on the corner of the coffee table, and just went to town. Instead of sleeping, which I need to do, oh and every time I ever had sex with a little girl. Can it really be that many? I'm 26, so by my count, it's been more than 1 a year since I started, and I haven't been with anyone every year. I made up for it by messing around with a bunch of friends, or using it for sex, and forgetting about it. It's been over 6 months!
You know, that really sucks? Forgetting about having sex, and I mean every time I really had sex, that deadbeat bastard notwithstanding. Because it wasn't sex, we just fooled around, and i didn't want to think about what I was doing, because I was molesting, well over a dozen girls. Not just younger girls, I started when I was one, I just didn't stop when I grew up, and Nelly. Not my Nelly, but I really feel guilty about that now, especially since I can't think her name, because I named my daughter that! And just the thought of anyone, man, or woman, or boy or girl, touching my daughter like that, sure i didn't know what i was doing, but I should have known what I was doing.
So, I made sure I was satisfied, pumped dry, and left for work as soon as she showed up. Passed her on the way down the steps "Sorry, they're short-handed, and I really have to go ASAP." Get to work. Thank goodness it Was busy, I kept at it until I was leaking, pumped quick just to take the pressure off, but sitting in the kitchen lavatory.
"HhHhH!" You mind staying late? Don't just pick her up, and carry her to my bed. Hold my hand over her mouth if she tries to scream, if I don't fuck her tonight, I'll probably go to the psyche ward, and I'm starting to think I belong there. It's nasty, I don't know if you ever worked in a diner, or used the restroom in back, but it's right by the diswasher's, the bussers use it, I have to switch the pump over to the other side, and I wish it had enough pressure to stay on by itself.
"Nyrhnrhnrnrnrnh!" There, "Huh!" I needed that. Just thought about her, the look on her face, shyly blushing, and peeking around her hair, and stopping before she took the bills. I held them out like that, so she had to turn, I just didn't think about it. That's what I get for not thinking about it, but she's just so young and innocent that now I can't stop. "Huh!" Drop the bottle in the reach-in, fold up some napkins to pad them out so they don't leak through as easy, and get back out there. It won't go any faster, but it feels like it, and I can't think about her when I'm this busy.
The good news is great tips. I might walk out of here with a bill tonight, but not if I spend it in the toilet.
"Huh!"
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Natty
"Huh!" I need to stop. Homework just didn't happen, not with her right there, but I felt so heartbroken when she just left me like that, and as soon as I got inside. I checked her diaper. I touched her. I stuck my tongue in her until she cried, then I gave her a bottle so she'd nod off.
Then, I pulled my shirt up, didn't even wear a bra, and stuck my hand in my panties until she wet herself. It got all over my lap, and my fingers, so I had to put a diaper on her. What's really terrifying is I didn't get off. It was like that nightmare last night. Trying to, all night, and not even getting turned on. I didn't even really get turned on, I just sat there, touching her, and myself, and letting her suckle in her sleep.
"Huh!" She's asleep again, but writing seems to help, and I have to think about this, instead of molest her. She's right there, I keep looking over, but this is seriously messed up. I have a problem, I had no idea how bad, and I need to stop. She doesn't taste like anything, well, skin. A little pee, but that washes right off, and then she just tastes like skin. I licked her fingers just to be sure, I don't know what it is, but while she's asleep.
No, don't do it again, I'm trying to stop here? What's wrong with you!? She is so soft, and silky, and alive. In a way that's not like any doll ever I bet. She breathes, yeah her little sniffs on my chest, when she breathes, and suckles. "Huh!" Okay, maybe just a little more, but just until she wakes up, and keep my hands out of our pants to write, because it doesn't do anything anyway, but at least it feels.
Comfortable? It's the most comfortable thing in the world, for one thing. Like a warm bath, just floating in the chair, by the door, I can look out the window and see her coming, pull my shirt down, and she's got a diaper on. This is okay, but I can't do this all night! Right? It's wrong, I never should have started in the first place, I can stop, I just don't want to.
She got the other side last time, but I was using this hand to try and play with myself, instead of write, and I'll just check her diaper.
"Huh!"
It's so warm. It's not wet, I know what it is, and "Snh?" I can smell it, but it's just so warm, and soft, and she'll wahe up soon. Right? No need to wake her up, just keep writing, and I'm going to have to wash those fingers but. It's not too bad.
No, it's terrible, it's baby shit, it's disgusting, but why am I not grossed out? Really, why am I not gagging right now, and running to the sink? It's weird, I even feel nice, and sleepy, like I did just get off, but. "Hmm!" She not even suckling any more. Just resting on my arm, and my chest, and her cheek is a little wet, and she's breathing.
Oh! A little burp. Maybe it's a mother thing? Yeah, it's not sexy it's just a mother thing and she looks so happy when she gets home, and sees her, and gets to drain them and just relax from work. This must be love, then. Or what mother love feels like, it's kind of like how I love my mom. I do, she means well, she just wants to protect me, and she was right.
This is sin. That's the terrifying part, she's not my baby, I don't even have any milk for her, and I'm stealing another mother's love. "Huh!" Yeah, I better get up, change her, and wash it off. I feel better, and I can heat up a bottle too. "Come on."
I'll figure it out later.
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Nora
"Well," Glad that's over. I was right, I made a lot of money! These are good for more than just feeding babies, I just had to loosen up, undo a couple buttons, and keep them topped off. Their drinks, of course, not let plates pile up in the window, we were short handed, so it just felt especially busy for a Wednesday, and less people to split that share with. I had to do most of my own bussing though.
"You in a hurry to get home?"
She looked shy again, which is honestly adorable, but she shook her head, and set her bag back down.
"Good, because I have to get something off my chest." First, I went in my room, and took off my shirt. "Huh!" Massaged my chest, and put a nightshirt on, without the bra. Just pumped before I left, it was either that, or stop on the way home.
She put up the bottles. "You know, I've been thinking about what we talked about last night. And," How do I put this? "Huh! I can't stop thinking about it, actually."
"What?"
"You?" I waved her over, "Come sit down, next to me. Relax." She held her knees together. "It's okay," I held her shoulder, "Relax. I have to admit, all this time we've been spending together. It's been what, 2 months?" She just nodded, but her hair fell down from behind her ear. So, I swept it back. "To be honest, I've been lonely. I haven't really gotten used to living alone, and now, I've gotten accustomed to your company."
She shrugged. "Okay?"
"Hailey?" She looked sideways. "It's okay," I turned her face, "I just wanted you to know, I feel it too."
"Oh," she looked away, "Okay."
"Is something wrong?"
"Well, I don't know. You, uh." She got real read, "You ever try to. Uh. You know."
"You're going to have to supply a verb."
"Play with yourself." She turned away, "And nothing happens?"
"You mean orgasm?" I rubbed her leg, "Are you having trouble, getting an orgasm?" Would you like help with that?
"Well, just last night, and today. The other night, I had one, and then. Two?"
"Two at once, or one right after another?"
"One, and then another. Right after, but the first one wasn't done."
"Okay, well. Yes, I have in fact had that. You're probably just satisfied, and it just took a little while to get worked up again. Is that what's bothering you?" She nodded, "Well, if you have any more questions like that, you know you can come to me. I realize your mother isn't, forthcoming about such things, but you don't have to be embarassed about it. Okay?"
"Yeah, thanks."
"You feel better?"
"Yeah." She got up.
"Well, I'm off tomorrow, but if you'd like to come bye, after school, then maybe you and I can just hang out." Have sex, "Just the two of us." I was just stressed. I get frustrated sometimes, when it all seems overwhelming, but I got caught up on rent, and I suppose I thought, well never mind what I thought. It was silly of me.
"Yes, mamm."
"You can call me Norah."
"Okay," she smiled, "Nora."
"See you tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
I need a drink, and a bath, and about 6 orgasms, but what I do not need is to get up in the morning. So, break out the toys! I run hot and cold, when I'm hot, I'm hot, when i'm not I'm not, it just doesn't really respect my schedule, or always have the best timing. I just thought sex would make me feel better, but I don't want to rush her. She's still young, and yes. I am a child molestor, but I don't want to scare her off, or ruin it for her.
I've waited half a year, half of that with her, and I can take care of myself again tonight.
Tomorrow, I'll make it up to her.
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Hailey
Well, that was creepy, and exciting, and I didn't even make it home. It's a nice night, not as chilly, and I'm sick of locking myself in the bathroom anyway, so I just found a quiet spot without a toilet, and leaned up in the corner with my hands between my legs. And felt my leg the way she did, with my other hand.
I can't put my arm around behind my neck like that, or feel her large warm round soft breast against it, but I remember pretty good, and I felt like she'd kiss me any seccond. I don't remember, most of what we said, but I do remember the part about satisfying myself. All right, that makes sense. My first 3 in an hour, but now I'm so horny again, and I just rub my damp panties in until they're soaked, and my knees go weak.
"Nhhheahhh!" Just lock them and shake. "Hihn hehn, hahn!" Catch my breath, and give my other breast a nice squeeze, because I didn't even touch it.
So, she's a child molester? I don't know a lesbian from mother Mary, but that felt weirdly, I don't know. It really turned me on, I need a shower bad, and I hope I don't stink too much on the way, but then there's mom.
"Are you all right sweety?"
"Fine?" I pushed her hand off my head.
"Well, you've been working a lot lately, and after you crashed out so early last night."
"I just had trouble sleeping the night before, and now I'm caught up."
"Was that in the tub last night?"
"Yeah, and I need a shower right now, Nelly had an accident, and it got all over me, so can you just let me catch my breath a minute? I just got off work!"
"Okay!' She backed up, "Fine? Did you eat dinner?"
"No, but let me get these dirty clothes off, and take a shower. Can you heat it up for me?"
"Of course, darling."
"Mom!" I didn't try to slam the bathroom door. "God!"
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Nora (The story codes, don't really change much, F/f Solo until they get over their conflicts.)
Nelly wouldn't stop crying. I checked her diaper, she was fine. Tried feeding her, but she wouldn't latch on, and pushed the bottle away. She just cried, so I even checked her gums. She's 4 months, or 19 weeks, almost 5 months, but far too early to be cutting teeth, and I can't even get her to try baby food. I walked her, bounced her, rocked her, tried to burp her, everything. I tried everything, short of taking her to the doctor, and she wouldn't stop screaming, which drove me mad. Finally she settled down, cried herself to sleep, but I was so frazzled I couldn't, plus the stress of everything going on with Hailey.
Or nothing happening with Hailey, and I don't. It's not like I'm proud of myself, exposing myself to her, and touching her. Okay, I just touched her shoulder, and her leg, but I didn't just do that. I felt her, leg, and made her talk about masturbating. I know how her mother raised her, and she's really so shy that I wanted to, spoil that innocense. Is that, "Spoil" the right word, or is it despoil? I didn't, she probably would have let me, but I started to, and I can't even say for sure what stopped me. Whatever it was never stopped me before.
I had, done that before. The same way, only this time I knew what I was doing. Is that it? I saw how uncomfortable she was, not just hesitating, she was, arounsed. That other girl was too, she reisted, but I kept going, and touched her, and licked her off. Yeah, she got off, had her first orgasm, but I made her, and then I just forgot about it. If it was so easy to forget about it then, and again, and all the times I took advantage of them then why can't I do that now, and get some sleep, and why didn't I do it last night? I wanted it, and she wanted it, she was just a little nervous, and I came on too strong, but I always come on too strong, and that never stopped me before.
"Huh!" She asked me, if I ever tried to be sexual, and didn't feel it. "Hhh." The truth is, that I did. Not playing with myself, sometime I get in the mood, but it doesn't work, that's natural, and it happens to any girl, but. I wouldn't know that if I hadn't tried to make a girl sexual, and she didn't because she was too young, or I came on too strong, but now I keep reliving all the times, and I realize, I didn't always feel it. Anything, sometimes I just go through the motions, and I even got her off. To a moaning orgasm, and it sure looked like she was enjoying it, but I didn't.
I didn't feel anything. For her, sure she was having trouble, so I helped her out. I thought that was it, I had a friend in need, and I helped her, but now I have that feeling in the back of my head. The same feeling, I feel like a child molestor. It doesn't feel good, or cold, or even bad, or anything. It doesn't even feel bad. Just, dead inside. I feel, like there's something gone, I can't explain it, but there's something that should be, right here. In the back of my head, right at the top of my neck, and it's just, gone.
Why just last night, I got off, and honestly it was mind blowing just thinking about that. Molesting Hailey, and being a child molestor, and even the though of her taking Nelly's virginity. It was sick, I knew that, then I got up, and satisfied myself again. Sexually, I didn't orgasm, but I know I don't need a climax to be satisfied, but that's normal, or is it? "Wait," all right, first of all I keep thinking that.
It's normal, it's "Natural." Nothing wrong with, being a fucking CHILD MOLESTOR! Getting off on it or not, okay it's selfish to think at least I get some pleasure out of it, but which is worse? I actually feel a little more fcked up thinking about all the times I didn't and felt nothing. Nothing at all, just dead inside, and still went through with it. I didn't last night, or earlier tonight, technically it's after midnight the next day, but when I started to molest her, and I stopped, because she said that.
Sometimes, I don't feel it. Anything, and I still try to force it. I was, increadibly hot for her, all joking asside, I imagined dragging her off to bed, carrying her with my hand over her mouth so she wouldn't scream and raping her. I never raped anyone before, even if I thought about it, but I'm not that bad. No, I'm worse, I actually thought "I didn't rape her," as if that made up for molesting any of them, when onestly, it's just as bad. It's the same thing, "Oh, I didn't hurt her." Yes, yes you didn, some of them cried! Hailey looked like she might cry, and that didn't stop me.
OMG some of them cried! While I was touching them, or making them have sex with me, and I blamed them? How could I do that, then turn around and think I didn't hurt them? They were crying!
"Neha neha nehaaaaa!"
Oh thank god she woke up, and drove it out of my mind before it drove me out of my mind!
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Hailey (F/g Incest. She's sexually a f. Not chronologically a teen, but at this point, I can't in good conscience call her a g, nor even a G.)
She had a nitemare, so I molested her in her sleep. That wasn't a dream, it certainly wasn't a nitemare, I just said "Here," let her get under the covers, and I knew. I wasn't even scared, my hands didn't even shake, I just waited for her to fall asleep. She's my sister, and I planned it. Not the nitemare, but as soon as she said "I had a bad dream," I was wide awake, excited, and decided just like that, it was my chance to molest her. Just as soon as she calmed down, stopped crying, and fell back asleep.
She's 9. Dr. Spock says girls can start as early as that, I turned 10 first, but I remember getting mad when she walk in on me, playing with my breasts, and I guess projected on her a little. Isn't that what it's called in that book over at Nora's house? Is it projection, or displacement, thinking she felt the same about my breasts as I did about Nora's? I don't know, but I gently shook her, she was out like a light, and then I felt her leg.
First, she just breathed, but then I got a litte braver, and squeezed her bottom. Bit back a giggle imagining spanking it, or just a jentle swat, not hurting her, but that would wake her up, when I want to molest her. Between her legs felt really hot, I mean the insides of them, so I got my knee in there to hold one up, and just felt back and forth.
"Hhh!" She likes it. She did, she sighed, and went back to sleepy breathing, I wish I had the light on so I could see her face, so i kissed her. Just held my lips on her to feel if she smiles, and kept feeling her legs. They definitely got hotter, and it was like I was with Nelly. I was turned on, I went in the bathroom right after, and had to bite a washcloth to keep from screaming too loud when I got off, but.
That was the first time. I had sex, with my sister, but she was the first one I had sex with. The first time I had sex with someone else was with my sister. And it was like the poop. Feeling the poop in Nelly's diaper, knowing it should be gross, but no. This was so much sexier, it's just like how I should have been grossed out, but this time it made me so horny! I was having sex, with my sister!
It was so fucked up, it just made me hotter and hotter, then I put her hand on my breast. I just left it there, kind of held it on the side with my arm, and felt up between her legs. Inside them to her panties, and picked the cotton out. To feel inside them, and se wasn't like Nelly. She's not fat, and a baby, she's just like I was, 3 and a half years ago, before I started playing with myself, and she was so hot!
"Hh!" I felt like, I just got off. Just feeling her lips, up and down them with the back of my finger, and the bald skin in the front of her panties. And her panties, I just rubbed the crotch on my fingers with my thumb, but that's when I thought about Nora. What I wanted to do, but I was too scared to let her tonight. Touch me like this, and get her naked, suck the milk straight out of her titties, go I sound like my brother, but I'm a pervert too.
So, I guess it runs in the family? Okay, she's not like that, she sees me naked, and she's still like "So?" but that innocense is incredibly sexy now. I was like that, not that long ago, I only really lost it last week, and before that I never really felt sexual about anyone, or anything. I guess it's a mood thing? Last night I wasn't in the mood, and nothing worked until she turned me back on.
Now, i'm feeling up my innocent little sister, and it's suck a turnon that I never really thought of her, as anything but my little sister. She still is, she hasn't changed any, but I better stop before she wakes up, and I get caught. So, I fixed her underwear, and slipped my leg out, creeped off to the bathroom, and bit a washcloth to finger myself off fast, and hard bent over the toilet.
"Mrhmrhmrh!" I had to breathe, "Mih hih hin!" There, that's better. Now, I have to kick her out of my bed, and get some more sleep. "Hhhh!"
Insted, I just crawled into hers, and passed out. Either one is fine, we picked sides years ago, and it's the same bed. Just on the other side of the room.
"Hhhhhh!" It doesn't smell like my bed, though. Her pillow, smells like her hair.
I'm going to have fucked up dreams tonight, I can tell.
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Nora {Ff No Spoilers. Con? Non-con, Nepi, pretty much one big clusterfuck. I'll assume if you're still reading that trigger warnings are moot.)
She just ran right into my arms. "Oh!" I didn't know what to do, so I held her, and she sniffed. "Are you crying?" I held her out.
"No," she shook my head, and smiled, "I just smelled your milk."
I wiped her eye, and held it up, showed it to her. She grabbed my hand, and kissed it. Sucked the tear right off my thumb, and this is just not going the way I planned. I was going to talk to her, I even thought about breaking up with her and getting another sitter.
Not pushing her back, and pulling out the top of her skirt to stick my hand in there. "SNHrwh!" Kissing her roughly, passionately, pushing her head against the wall with my mouth, and raping hers with my tongue.
"Uh!" Finally she had her hands on my chest, and I just drained so I wasn't leaking, and she twisted her face away, "Huh!" and pulled my shirt up. I pulled it off, and she just pushed her skirt down.
"HAHLlLlL!" My tongue fucked her mouth, and she sucked it, slurping. I felt it, before she took her skirt off, or dropped it around her shoes, she didn't wear any underwear, and my hand rubbed hard between her legs, so she started humping it.
"Uh hm mh!" Grunting in my mouth when I kissed her again, so I put my leg up, my knee on the wall under my fingers so she could grind it like a humping dog. "Uh huh HUH!" She shuddered, "HhHhH!" Relaxed, and I just let her go. She fell down, on her knees. At my feet, and just panted. "Hih hih hihn!"
So, I picked her up, and took her to bed. She lay back, her hair splaying out on the blankets with a sigh, and I just felt her all over. Desperately clawing at my back, clawing at the hooks, finally releasing them, and rooting hungrily. I know how to do this, so I just put my elbow down, and squeezed. In both hands, feeling the flattened glands, but I didn't work out every drop. "Swolk!" She gulped, and fell back. "Huh!"
I caught my breath too, and just felt her tummy. Her flat young tummy go tight, and slack, stretching, and relaxing with her shallow excited gasps, then up her shirt. Her chest, and her heart beating through the bone. "Ohhhh!" Slipped the shirt up, no bra either and she's still red hot. Moaning, and twisting sensually. I felt over the the side, the flattened swells, more teardrop shaped cones sitting up, bulling her shirt down them modestly when i caught her practicing. But now, I was bending over, across her hot squirming body, and sucking the other into my lips.
"Ohhhh!" she felt my hair, "Yes!"
"Smwq!" Rubbing a circle around the other with the rough ball of my thumb, the flaking burnt prints from handling hot plates and skillets on the soft young red hot blood bloated bumps, and pinching the hard tip in the other with my lips to pull it up, and let it snap out, wet. "Nhm!" She shook, so i pinched the other, and pulled, sucking again, and this time rolling the edges of my teeth together.
"Ow!" she slapped me, "Fuck! You bit me!"
"Sorry," I grinned, "Too hard?"
"Yeah?" she rubbed it tenderly, "That hurt!"
"Well," I got up, "Better check the baby."
Went out, and undid my pants. She's awake, playing with her feet. Dry, and "Ooh," still a little sore. "Huh!" I felt, she stopped bleeding, and covered her up again. Real quick.
"You hungry?" I picked her up, and sat back on the couch.
"Yeah, a little?" She sat on the chair, picked up her feet, and started untying her shoes. Naked, finally got over her modesty, but she's not. She's not innocent, and I finally decided that was my problem. I felt guilty, and scared that I was going to do the same to her, then realized I sexually harassed her for months. I don't know if I made her that way, but. "Nora?"
"Yes, Hailey."
"Huh, I'm not a lesbian."
"Oh," one way to find out. "I'm sorry."
"I think I'm a child molester."
"Oh!" I blinked, hugged my daughter tighter, "You didn't?"
"No," she blushed, but not shyly. She frowned, and smiled at the same time, and her eyes lost focus. "Huh!" I molested my sister, last night. In her sleep, she didn't wake up, but then. I got off on it."
"How old is she?"
"9."
"She have her period yet?"
"No," she thought, "I don't think so." Shook her head.
"Still a virgin?"
"I didn't check, inside but." She looked, "You cut your nails."
"Uh huh?"
"For me?"
"Yeah."
"Well," she got up, "I am, but I don't want to be any more."
"A virgin?" She sat down.
"Huh, I saved it for you." She took the baby. I'm dry anyway, but I felt, a pang of jealousy when she rooted, and latched on. "Hnnn!" She sighed, through her nose, and lleaned back.
I kissed her, quick. Just on the lips, and she licked them.
"Me too."
"What?" She blinked, but then her eyes drooped.
I felt her bare leg, "I'm a child molester." It just felt good, to tell someone.
"Mhm?" She looked at me, "I know."
"I molested my sister, first." She's not innocent. "Too, her aunt Nelly." she's just like me. "When I was babysitting her." That's what scared me, at first. "Then her, last night."
She giggled, and the baby fell off. "Your daughter?" I nodded, a little ashamed of myself.
"Me too."
"I know," I kissed her. "I think I was jealous, smq, and scared. That you'd take her virginity. First." So, I beat her to it. My hand slipped back and forth, higher, and higher up her leg, but I didn't have to tell her to relax. She did, spread them wide, willingly. "Put the baby down." She's mine. "She can watch."
"Okay," she lay back. "I'm nervous." But she put her leg up.
"It's okay," I leaned down, and kissed her. She was really turned on, but I got her wet first. "Oh!" She felt my hair again. Then, "Huh!" I drove my tongue in, to feel it first.
It was ragged, like a garter turned inside out. Or a ruffle, and scratched. A little on the bottom, like a hesitation mark. You know, a cutter? I was a cutter. She couldn't do it. It took me a while, to get over the pain, but that's why I did it. I didn't understand, for years, but now I'm starting to.
"I'm ready."
"I checked out a book."
"Huh!" Then she winced. "MH!" Clenched her eyes, and bit her lip.
I grinned, "On serial killers," nodded, "and mass murderers." Victim rehearsal, they called it.
"Uh!" She jumped when I pulled it out, "Huh?" and hugged her knees. "You're a serial killer, too?"
"No," I got up. "But they're a lot the same." Went back for my robe. "I'm gonna make dinner, would you mind watching Nelly?"
"No, maam." She sat up, shivering, and bone white.
"Hihn!" I grinned, and my eyes fluttered. "Hhihn!" Shivered a little myself. "I'm a sadist." Went out to put on an apron.
{And a waitress at a diner. So, take any self diagnosis with a grain of salt. She's working on it, though.}
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Bottom (Fg Hard Gasp)
"Huh?" I had a dream.
A very bad dream.
In it, Nora went to work, as a stripper. All black leather, with a whip. She dried up, it was fun while it lasted. Squirting it into me to fuck back out with her knuckles punching into me in weth sloppy splats.
"Hh," I passed out, and shivered, but she held me tighter.
She's not, just a waitress at a diner, but she could be. A dominatrix, or even a serial killer. We wacthed a movie, together. Monster, she doesn't look like Charleze Therone, but then she gets that look. Like the first time I saw it, not a frown, not even mad, just mean. When she took my virginity.
"Huh!" I got expelled, for fighting. She's making me like that, not just the pain. I don't like it, but she told me. "You have to feel it, what the victim feels, to hurt them better."
Like the first time I got off to her screaming. Nelly, that's the problem. I dreamed about strangling her. Covering her mouth first, then choking her, so she couldn't. Scream, just watching her try to. Grunting, like she's spitting up, but trying to breathe. Kicking, struggling so her fat jiggles, then getting weaker, and finally starting to nod off.
I wake up, before she dies. Every time. The problem is it's not a nightmare. I don't feel afraid, or even angry. What scares me now is it's not a nitemare. It never was, I just don't feel any fear, just cold until I wake up. I tried to make her jealous, but it turns out she doesn't love her. She doesn't love me, but I guess it was always about sex. Lust, her tits.
I just wake up so horny, I guess she molests me in my sleep, but I don't sleep at home. "HhHhH!"
"Hm?" Behind me, she sighs. "Hheheheh!" I shiver, and let go of her hand. When it tightens, squeezes, so I don't have to hold my breath.
"NGH!" Then she's inside me. I'm already wet, but they slip out. Up to make me hunch, and jerk back from her rough fingers. Slipping back, splitting me open, my thin flaps slick, and spreading out, as she sinks back into me. "Ngh!" Again and again, until I claw away her arm. "Kuhhh! Huhhh, HhHhH! Ohhhhhhh!" She just holds me, feels me spasm against her, sucking at her fingers, deep inside me.
I don't pass out again. Good, so I can feel this. I just have to find someone, of my own, to do this to.
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{Hanzel und Gretyl - Komm zu Uns! (Uber Alles)
This marks the transition from a conflicted opportunistic malignant narcissist into the confidence of a Power-Assertive Sociopath.}
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Nora
Just hanging out in the BDSM sexion. Fuscha haired teenager rocking out behind the counter, but what could I steal, a box? Run my fingers over [Brutal Lesbians] the girl strapped to the sawhorse, stripped with welts, and covered in red candle wax. I've seen it, but they don't update the selection here. Not on this rack.
I straightened up, when he came around the display of toys. Spread my shoulders, and lifting my 36 Ds, rocking my hips down, and locking my knees. 3" Heels spread shoulder width apart, not quite my full 6' tall, with these boots. Dismissive sneer curling up my lip, turning to look over my shoulder, and down.
He sees me, glances up from the side of my chest, looks away. Lets see if he's into femdom. "See anything you like?" Let my teeth shine in my most charming grin, popping out a pyramid, and clamping it in the corner of my lip.
Wink.
"Uh," yeah. "You, into this. Kind of, S&M thing?"
"You?"
"I don't like pain."
"Bondage?"
"I never tried it."
"Come on," I patted his back. "Perhaps you just haven't met the right woman."
"Optimeiren ze optimizmus. Ze stuben ze das Unterstelte!"*
"See you, Molly." She just waves, boredly. Just walked him out through the security arch, without any anti-theft tags to set it off.
{*IK, the character doesn't know the lyrics. And yes, Molly/AKA "Stuart" looks just like Vas Kallas, always did. She's basically an espy.}
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"Vic."
She threw out the butt, and rolled up the window, so the loud buffeting cut out.
"So, what's your story, Vic?"
"Huh, well I was in scouts. You mean, how I got into, rough sex?"
"Scout master?"
"His wife," I nodded.
"Dommy mommy." She nodded back.
"No, no kids." Shrug, "I guess that's why Chief got into scouting, so he could raise boys. He wasn't sexual, with any of us." Not that I know of.
"Hang on." She got out her phone, spoke to it. "Call home." Held it up to her ear.
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"You decent?" Listened, nodded, "Picked up takeout." Glanced over to me. "Pack my bitch up. We're gonna take a hike."
"Who's that?"
"You know any good trails around here?"
"Yes," of course. "Who was that?"
"So, you're molested by the scout leader's wife."
"No, I. It wasn't like that, we just. Well, she just."
"Dominated you?"
In a word? "Yeah. Sexually." She said bitch. "I like that, uh. I guess you could say I had a dommy mommy too. She didn't molest us either, but she wore the pants in the family."
"Covert incest?"
"No, I told you."
"Ah ah!" She held up her hand, "Sexual harassment. She doesn't have to touch you, just expose you to nudity, maybe pornography, masturbae or have sex where you can see her, or hear her."
"Yeah," okay, "She was kind of loud."
"And got you into Scouts."
"How'd you know?"
"To expose you to another child molester. She didn't want to abuse you, so she found other boys, another predator, it's called victim exchange."
"Oh," actually explains a lot, "How do you know all this?"
"It's a long story, now do you like being gagged?"
"I don't think so?"
"Then shut the fuck up."
"Yes, maam." I looked down, but smiled a little. I still don't know why, I like it. Even with all that, I just do. A take-charge woman, to fuck me. Not to fuck her, being fucked by a bitch. Dominated, humiliated, she mentioned Bondage.
I never was tied up, but. I like the way it looks. Momma made me grab my ankles, spanked me, I didn't like it. Then mistress Simone made me sit on my hands, or jerk off watching her, then pleasure her when I was done. That sort of thing, but it wasn't like being molested. She didn't olest me, I loved her. Then she let me go.
"Hihn!" She put on some music, Prodigy, Fat of the Land. The one with Breathe on it, but skipped ahead to Mindfields. Tapped the steering wheel.
I looked back at her hair, dyye black, I think, but with red hilights. Not redhead, or ginger red. Neon red, like the lady at the porn shop, but she's a lesbian. Shame though, the's mean. Not really nasty, just. I don't know, maybe because I'm a guy, but with suck distain, I felt like a puny mortal, not fit to kiss the cum stained ground she walked on.
I assume, she works in a video-store. With fetish wear, bondage, a sex toys. Viewing rooms in back, but if she made me, I'd suck the crusted scum off the benches back there.
I'm not gay, at all. That's the point, that's why I like pegging. It's humiliating, feminizing, make me her bitch. I bet she's got a strapon. "Yeah."
"What part of shutthefuckup didn't you understand?" I hunched, my head lower, and she gripped the back of my head. "I asked you a question, Answer Me!"
"Yes, mistress, I'm sorry mistress, I won't do it again!" Until I want some attention.
It's called topping from the bottom, pushing boundries, but you don't know them until you run into them. Unless she tells me, but she doesn't talk much. I just sat on my hands, and crossed my legs. Hard, but I want blue balls. I like them, they just make it better when I get off.
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{No boys allowed on this site, so he doesn't get none. Sorry, but if you care how it ends, they rape him so Hailey can get pregnant, and a "Natural Boob Job" because Nora's dried up.}