Old Embers, New Flame

by Tony Williams

I'm at the supermarket checkout, very late, just before they close, and there's only one woman in the line ahead of me. She glances at me and then gasps.

"Toni? Is it really you? My God, it's been so long!"

For a second I don't recognize her, then it clicks. "Lisa? Lisa Lee? Fancy meeting you. It must be what, ten years now?"

"We were in fifth grade." Like many Asian girls, she has a very petite figure, almost like a boy and it's hard to tell her age. She could be thirteen, twenty five or anywhere in between. I decide I'll think of her as thirteen.

"You just disappeared," I say. "What happened?" The clerk's bagging her groceries.

"We moved away. I didn't even have time to say goodbye to you." She swipes her credit card, the clerk gives her the receipt and then scans my bottle of wine. "But I've just moved back. I live on Sycamore Street." I pay for the wine with cash and we head for the door.

"Me, too. What a coincidence. Walk home with me." It turns out that her house is closer than mine. "Wanna come in and we'll talk about old times?" she asks. "We've got a lot of catching up to do."

Minutes later, I'm sitting in a big armchair in her living room. We're sharing my bottle of wine. I selected the chair because that would leave her with the couch so I'd be sitting opposite her. She plonks herself down and just as I'd hoped, her legs are spread wide enough for me to see her white panties.

"So," I say, "are you married? Boyfriend?"

"Married and divorced. It didn't work out. He cheated on me. The only thing I got out of it was my stepdaughter. She's eleven. We're like sisters. She's in bed right now, but you can meet her tomorrow. She's the light of my life." She pauses. "Did you know that I had a huge crush on you at school?"

"I kinda suspected it," I say. "I had a thing for you, too. You were always showing off your panties, just like you're doing now. I imagine you were trying to get my attention. I was crazy about your panties."

"Did I get your attention?"

"Oh, yes, and you're succeeding now. I looked up your skirt every chance I got and I let you look up mine, too, remember? I used to fantasize about putting my hand on your panties between your legs and feeling you up."

"I wish you had. How come nothing ever actually happened?"

"We were so young. Afraid of rejection, I imagine."

"I still like to show off my panties," she says, lifting one foot to put her heel up on the couch. This improves the view considerably.

"Me too." I stand up and lift my short skirt up as high as it will go. "Take a look, Lisa." I feel a quick thrill as she gazes at me.

"Oh, I just love tap pants," she says, "and that lace round the loose legs is just perfect." I drop the skirt and note the disappointment on her face. "Lift it again, Toni, please." Instead, I unfasten the skirt and let it drop to my ankles and step out of it. I'm standing there in just a loose white silk camisole and my panties. I can't make my intentions clearer than this. I sit back in the chair and spread my legs invitingly, hoping she can catch a glimpse of my pussy up the leg of my tap pants. I let one strap of the camisole fall off my shoulder and lift my arm out of it. Now I have one tit exposed.

"Your turn," I say and she obligingly stands and lifts her dress up over her head, exposing her full cut, white nylon panties. Above the waist she's naked and I gasp when I see her beautiful tiny tits. Her petite figure has no more curves than a young boy. She drops the dress on the floor.

"We should have done this when we were kids," she says. "I've often thought of you in the years since. When my ex was fucking me, I used to fantasize it was you with your fingers inside me."

My heart races. "I've thought about you, too, Lisa. With each girl I've ever made love to, at some point I was pretending she was you."

Then I hear a sound and glance up. From the top of the stairs at the edge of the room, a gallery runs across the width of the house. Crouched behind the rail is a young girl, Lisa's kid, I assume. He face is pressed up against the bars of the bannister. Lisa glances up.

"This is Lacey, my stepdaughter. You should be in bed, Lacey."

"I heard you talking and came out to see who it was," she says, standing up and heading for the stairs.

"Come on down and meet Toni. She and I were at school together until fifth grade." The girl walks slowly down the stairs, knowing our attention is fully on her. She's wearing a white nylon translucent nightie and I can clearly see her pink panties through it. She reaches the bottom of the stairs and comes over to me. I take hold of her hand. "Oh, you're adorable," I tell her. I run my eyes up and down her body and she blushes slightly. Her chest is flat and her hips narrow.

"Come and sit on my knee," says Lisa and Lacey sits on her thighs, her back to her mom, her legs hanging down either side of Lisa's thighs. Her mom spreads her own legs causing the girl's thighs to spread even wider and I get an exciting view of the crotch of her panties, cotton with white trim. "How long were you up there listening to us?" Lisa asks.

"You were talking about the divorce." So the kid's heard just about everything.

"Lacey and I don't have any secrets, do we, darling?"

Lacey grins, mischievously. "Maybe I do. Maybe I have a boyfriend."

"I don't think so, sweetheart. You're just like me. You prefer girls." Lisa puts one arm round Lacey's waist, rucking her nightie up, then slides her hand up inside the nightie and puts her hand on the little girl's chest. This exposes the pink panties completely. "And you like showing off your panties, just like I do, don't you?"

"Doesn't everyone?" she asks.

"You remind me of your mom when she was your age," I say. "She was just as pretty as you are."

"Lacey's more like me than you might imagine," says Lisa. "She'll show off her panties to anyone."

"And you like to look at them, Mom."

"Of course I do. So does Toni. Isn't she sexy, Toni?" She kisses the kid on the neck.

"Sexy doesn't even begin to describe you," I say. Lacey smiles and wiggles her butt. Her mom begins to finger her nipples, gently pinching them.

"So, you guys were in love when you were my age?" asks Lacey.

"I was," says Lisa

"I suppose I was, too."

"Did you ever kiss?" asks Lacey.

"We were too shy," I said. "Though there was that one time when . . ."

". . .We put our hands down the front of each other's panties," says Lisa.

"And put our fingers in. It was just a couple of days after that you disappeared. I was heartbroken."

"My dad got a new job out of town. We had to move in a hurry."

"You should kiss now, to make up for lost time," Lacey says. I smile at Lisa and she smiles back. Lacey stands up, letting her nightie fall. "Go on, Toni, kiss my mom." I get up from the chair and sit beside Lisa, put my arm round her shoulder and gaze into her eyes.

"I'm gonna take your top off," says Lisa and pulls my camisole over my head.

"You're so beautiful, just as lovely as when you were eleven," I tell her. Before she can respond, my lips are on hers and I push my tongue into her mouth. I feel her arms go round me and she hugs me close, her breasts pressed against my chest. We're breathing heavily through our noses. I can't resist putting my hand between our bodies with my palm against her tit. Her nipple's hard, as hard as my own are. I recall the excitement of looking at her when she was eleven, showing off her white schoolgirl panties. We come up for air and sit back on the couch. Lacey has sat down in the armchair and she's staring at us, her mouth open.

"That was awesome," she says.

"Have you ever kissed a girl?" I ask her.

"She told me she kissed Monica," says Lisa. "Lacey has a crush on Monica, a girl in sixth grade, but I don't think her feelings are reciprocated."

"I asked her to kiss me," says Lacey, "and she did, but it wasn't much more than a peck on the lips, no tongue or anything. She's in love with a lady who works at the library. She doesn't love me."

"So you've never had a real kiss, like your Mom and I did just now?"

"Mom kisses me a lot." She giggles. "She even kisses my titties, even though I don't really have any."

"Show her," says Lisa. The girl obligingly lifts up her nightie under her chin and shows off her chest. It's totally flat, but that doesn't turn me off. Just the fact that she's displaying herself to me, a stranger, is arousing. Then she lifts the nightie over her head and throws it aside.

"Now we're all in our panties," she says, a smug smile on her face.

"Don't we look hot?" says Lisa. "Isn't my little girl sexy, Toni? Can you blame me for kissing her titties."

"That's not all she kisses," says Lacey, with a mischievous grin, spreading her legs and leaning back.

"Your panties are wet," says Lisa to her daughter. Lacey looks down at herself.

"When I was on the landing and Toni lifted her skirt to show off her undies, she looked so sexy that I put my hand down the front of my panties. I guess it's soaked through."

"Come and sit on Toni's knee." The girl gets up and sits across my thighs with one arm round my neck. I put my arm round her waist and give her a little squeeze. Lisa reaches out her hand and puts her fingers between the girl's legs.

"You're really wet, my love," she says. "Check this out, Toni." She takes her hand away and I put my own hand on the inside of Lacey's thigh and slide it up until I'm cupping her crotch. The panties are soaked. I press my fingers against her pussy and move them up and down, then bring my fingers to my face and inhale.

"Mmmm, you smell delicious," I say. Lisa doesn't seem to mind a bit that I've groped her daughter.

"Lie back, darling," she says and Lacey falls back so her head is against the arm rest of the couch and her hips, on my thighs, are thrust up. Lisa picks up her legs and lays them across her own thighs.

"Oh my God!" I groan. "There's nothing quite as sexy as a little girl in just her panties."

"Except a little girl without her panties," says Lisa. Lacey laughs, knowing what's coming. She lifts her hips and her mother slowly pulls the pink cotton panties down her thighs until we can see her pussy. Lacey glances down at herself.

"You can see my muffin," she murmurs. "I like showing off my muffin. Mommy likes to look at it, don't you, Mom?"

"It's adorable," she replies, running her hand up Lacey's thigh and across her abdomen, her fingers briefly brushing her holy of holies, then farther up to her flat chest where her fingers gently pinch the tiny pink nipples. She looks at me, then down at her daughter. I take the hint and start caressing the little girl's body with my own finger tips, from her chest down to her waist, then farther, closer and closer to her pussy. My fingers "accidentally" brush her pussy lips as my hand continues its journey to her thighs, then back up again. Another brief brush and then back to her chest to caress her nipples once more. I glance sideways at Lisa, who's smiling approvingly.

"You touched my muffin," says Lacey, looking at me.

"Do you mind?"

"No. I don't mind."

"I don't mind, either," says Lisa. "If my girl wants you to touch her muffin, then do whatever she wants." Lisa had her hand between her own legs and the aroma of sex is in the air.

"Your muffin is so pretty," I say.

"And so kissable," says Lacey, grinning.

"Be my guest," says Lisa to me. My head is spinning and can feel that my own panties are getting wet. I can hardly believe that the girl of ten years ago, the little kid who got me so excited then, is now inviting me to kiss the pussy of her stepdaughter. I slowly bring my face down to the girl's stomach, briefly put my tongue in her belly button, then run my tongue down towards her pussy. Her legs part invitingly. Her mound is completely hairless, which I find delightful. I feel Lisa's hand on the back of my neck, gently pushing me towards the heavenly goal. My lips reach their destination and I plant a soft kiss on her slit. Then I use my tongue, sliding it up and down her crack, then pushing it inside her as far as I can stretch. Lacy's hand's are now on the back of my head, pushing down as her hips thrust up to meet me.

"Oh, this is so fucking hot!" groans Lisa. "My childhood sweetheart, the girl I never stopped loving, is eating my darling daughter's pussy. I think I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me, Mom," says Lacey. "Cum for me again."

So she's no stranger to her mother's orgasms, I tell myself. I wonder what these two get up to on dark, lonely nights.

I lift my head. "I'm close to cumming myself," I say. "You taste delicious, you sexy little fox." I put my hand flat on her stomach and slide it down until my middle finger goes right inside her, meeting no resistance. Her hymen must have broken long ago, with her own fingers, maybe?

"Oh, God!" she gasps. "Yes, finger fuck me, Toni. I love being finger fucked. Deeper, deeper! Oh, that's so good! Faster, yes, just like that." Her eyes are squeezed shut. I look at her mom and see the intense excitement on her face.

"Fuck her, Toni! Finger fuck my darling little angel, my sweet sexy kid. Make her cum. Cum for me, Lacey! Oh, shit, this is so fucking thrilling!"

Lacey's thighs suddenly clamp together and I see her toes curl. She lunges up with her hips as my hand presses down on her, my finger deep inside and then she collapses back down, letting out a big whoosh of breath.

"You came! Oh, my darling, you came for us," says Lisa. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Lacey," I say. "I nearly came myself." I take my finger out of her, hold it up to my nose, then put it in my mouth to taste her.

"Do you like the taste of my muffin?" she asks. "I like it when I touch myself at night in bed and get all wet. I suck my finger, like you just did." My head swims at the thought of an eleven year old girl masturbating, just as I had done at her age. I wonder what she fantasizes about. "I like the taste of my mom's muffin, too." She giggles. "She lets me lick it."

I look at Lisa, then back at Lacey. "Why don't you show me?" I ask.

Lisa immediately says, "You should lick Toni's muffin. You can lick mine anytime you want, Lacey. Go on, I really wanna watch you. Pull Toni's panties off."

Lacey rolls off my lap and kneels at my feet as I smile invitingly and lift my hips for her to slide my tap pants down to my ankles, then spread my legs as wide as they will go. She leans in and inspects me. Looking up at me, her eyes big, she says, "You have a nice big clit, bigger than Mom's." Then her head is right between my thighs and her tongue stretches out and touches the tip of my clit. I almost cum right there and then.

"Oh, fuck me!" mutters Lisa, her hand working vigorously inside her panties. "I'm gonna cum any second." Lacey then puts her lips round my swollen clit and sucks in hard, stretching it into her mouth. I feel two fingers push inside my vulva. They twist so that she can curl them to touch my G spot. I'm in heaven, gasping for breath, my hips thrusting up to her face as she sucks my clit in and out rapidly. For a little girl, she's pretty good. Lisa is leaning over us, watching her step daughter eat me and then she groans and falls back on the couch. "Jesus, I came," she said. "This is the sexiest thing I've ever fucking seen. Don't stop, Lacey, keep on licking Toni and make her cum. Oh, God! I think I'm gonna cum again."

"Put all your fingers in me, Sweetheart," I say. "Oh, that feels awesome! Now, fold your thumb into your palm and see if you can push your whole hand in. Push hard, it won't hurt. Harder! Oh, Jesus, yes!" He hand slides inside me, up to the wrist. "Make a fist, darling, yes, like that. Fuck me with it, in and out." She lifts her head and I gaze into her eyes. I can see her excitement in her flushed face. She looks at me, adoringly and I'm almost over the top. "I'm cumming, Lacey. Oh, shit! I'm cumming. Oh, you darling little angel, you're making me cum! Aaaagh! Fuck! Oh, yes!" I lift my knees up into my chest and then my orgasm explodes through my whole body and now it's my toes that curl.

"I'm cumming too," calls Lisa. "Oooh, fuck! Yeah! My God, you little fucking tease. You've made me cum twice in two minutes." Lacey slowly and gently pulls her hand out of me, looks at how wet it is and licks it all over.

"Yummy!" she says, a big grin on her face. "That was awesome, Toni. I've never done that before, not my whole hand, just my fingers. Did I hurt you?"

"Not a bit," I reassure her. "You've just made me fall in love with you." I pull my panties back up and put my camisole back on.

"You'll have to share me with Mom."

"Oh, yes, absolutely," says Lisa. "We can share you. Watching you and Toni is just as exciting as making love to you myself."

"So now I have, like, two Mommies?"

"I guess so," I say, putting my skirt on. I pick up Lacey's pink panties from the floor and hold them out for her to step into, then I put my arms round her and give her a big hug.

"I love you, Toni," she whispers.

"I gotta go home," I say, and to my surprise, Lisa says, "Why don't you go and spend the night with Toni, Sweetheart?"

"Can I?" She's looking up at me with her big adoring eyes.

"Just for tonight, yes," says Lisa. "I wana lie awake imagining what you two are getting up to. I'm gonna picture you kissing and caressing and doing all sorts of naughty things to each other, and I'm gonna spend the whole night masturbating and cumming and thinging about you and cumming again until I'm totally wiped out."

Lacey giggles. "I'll go upstairs and put a dress on." We watch her little cotton covered butt as she climbs the stairs.

"I want a full report tomorrow," she says. "Take lots of photos or videos, whatever. I'll wanna know everything you did."

"No problem," I say as I see Lacey coming down the stairs, in a short white dress that buttons all the way up the front. "Thank you for letting me get to know your little girl. This has been the best night of my life."

"Mine, too," says Lacey.

I hug and kiss Lisa and say "Goodnight", then take Lacey's hand and leave. We walk down the street together, two blissfully happy girls. She looks up at me with her big dark eyes and smiles. I think about what lies ahead. I can feel my pussy juice running down my thighs.

The End.