Explanations for a Little Girl, Part 2

by Vickylez

I suggest you read Part 1 first, to better understand what goes on here...

Little Jessica was cuddled with Mom at the couch in front of the TV. It was almost sunset, and the light from the ample window put a golden glow on everything at the cosy sitting room. The TV was muted, and silly advertisements silently marched through the screen.

"Then you aren't mad at me... or Auntie, Mom?" bashfully asked the 9 year old.

"Of course not, love! I am happy at seeing how happy you are!"

"Why did you cry, then?" She pointed to her mother's red eyes.

The woman sniffled and hugged lovingly her daughter.

"Darling, sometimes when you are very happy you cry, too. And besides... you are my daughter and this is such a special day for you. My tiny little girl, today stepping on a new stage. I can't help weeping a bit, because I love you so much. Now go on, dear, what else."

The pretty child smiled. She was used to talk openly with her mother, all her life they had chatted just about anything, few things barred. But she blushed now, before resuming her recount of what had happened that day at her Grandma's house. She had found there not her grandmother, but her ravishing Aunt Doris. Just when she so wanted to see Auntie, there she had been for her! With a sweet tiny voice, half-hiding her face against her mother's shoulder, she went on.

"...So Auntie kissed me again, and taught me all about it. I mean..." she stopped.

"Yes, with your tongues. She kisses so well, doesn't she?"

"Does she! I almost, almost fainted, it was so..."

"Delicious?"

"Delicious, yeah!, when she kissed me so. It was a very long kiss, Mommy, and I didn't want it to ever end." Her mother laughed softly.

"I can understand that", she sighed. "And she was touching you while you kissed, you said?"

"Yes, Mommy, she was caressing me here..." she pointed to her uncovered thighs. Her short skirt rode very high, and her mother gazed fondly at the delectable sight.

"Oh, yes..." she whispered, "Sure she did. And then?"

"Then she touched my body all over, it was so neat."

"And she had you put your hands on her breasts... What did you do then?"

"I held them and caressed them too, 'course, as you told me to do! She was so happy, Mom, she kept doing those funny noises..."

"Moaning... Yes, Doris adores to have her breasts caressed like that. She used to say she was very careful whom she allowed to touch her tits, you know, because after that they can do anything to her! Her breasts are pretty, don't you think? Did you like them?"

"Oh, Mom! Did I ever! Her... breasts, tits?..."

"Yes."

"Her tits are so big and soo pretty, I love them, Mom!! They are hard but soft, you understand, and so hot when you touch them, and their points..."

"Nipples."

"Nipples!" giggled the little girl. "Her nipples are the most pretty thing ever, so raised and hard too."

"Did you kiss them?"

"'Course I did, I didn't want to let them go! But hey, Mom, if you keep asking me things every little moment, I can't tell it right!"

"Okay, baby! Tell it your own way. Just tell me everything as it happened, so I don't have to use a corkscrew on you!" They laughed at that.

Susan was a beautiful 28-year-old woman, a clear skinned and long haired brunette with a most lovely face, just as her sister Doris and her Jessica. She had a very nice, curvy body, well toned by exercise and jazz-dance, and her long legs were something you would love to see. Where her older sister was a stunning, statuesque woman that cricked necks everywhere she went, Sussy was the dishy young mother next door. But it would be difficult to say who was prettier, just a matter of tastes.

"Well... We was kissin' and touching no end, and Auntie kind of put her palms over my chest, rubbing soft and nice my... nipples through my dress. Mommy, I felt them so hard and big too! They had never been like that! Aunt told me it was because I was aroused, an' that this happens to her all the time. I know," she giggled, "I have noticed them growing big many times before. I used to wonder at that, now I know it was because Auntie always got aroused with me!, can you imagine that?"

"Yes, I can, baby." sighed the mother, looking at the tiny points quite noticeable under the light dress of her daughter.

"Your nipples are hard too, Mommy! Will you... will you touch yourself now, as you do when they get like this?"

"Would you mind if I do, baby?"

"Oh, no! you know I like to see you getting happy, Mom."

She had many times seen her mother doing that, even a few times touching herself under her skirt. It was no big deal, they had always had a very open relationship at home, with few things hid from each other. Nudity was also common, she was used to often see her pretty mom naked. But Susan had never actually showed her pussy to her daughter as she caressed herself, doing it always under her skirt. Keeping discretion and taste in it, as she ironically told herself.

"...OK, OK, don't tickle me!", screeched Jessica, "I go on! Weell, what with kissin' and touching I was feeling so weird, delicious weird, and Auntie was kissing me on my neck, too... Then she kneeled and began to kiss and caress all over my legs, Mommy, and her kissing kept going up and up, right on my thigs, an' inside!... I was, I don't know, wild, I could hardly breath when her mouth was going up. I opened my legs all I could, to give her room, I sooo wanted her to get to... you know."

"To your little cunnie, your pussy..." moaned softly the mother, her right hand over her own damp, hot panties.

"To my pussy. I wanted that more than anything, Mom! When she got up I almost screamed, believing that was all. But she just took me in her arms, as if I was a little baby, and carried me to grandma's bedroom! She put me on the bed, I felt a bit funny being on grandma's bed, you know, but I forgot all about it when she began to kiss me again."

"Ooh, yes..." hissed Susan, closing her eyes as her fingers, unseen by her daughter, moved aside her panties' gusset and deeply entered her gushing cunt.

"Then, Mommy, Auntie took down my panties, slow like... She seemed soo happy to look at me there, she looked at it the longest time. And she told me... Shall I tell you? She told me it was the most beautiful cunnie she had ever seen!... an' that the only other pussy she knew as pretty as mine was..." she giggled and looked at her mother. "She said my cunnie was just like yours!"

She hugged tightly her Mom, wiggling her tender body against her mother's taut breasts, just to feel them and caress them with her own chest. Susan's hands held her darling firmly by the hips, her fingers brushing in circles the lovely little buttocks. No big deal, either, they were very intimate with their bodies and often caressed each other like that, even naked. But a peculiar thing: there was always an implicit limit to these caresses. Somewhere there was a line, never-oversteped, they both understood and respected. For, even at her most lewd moments, and even if she absolutely delighted touching her lovely daughter's tiny body, the mother had never considered making a lover of her. To date, she had never had much of a struggle with it: it was just as natural for her to caress her child's body as knowing where to stop.

"An' then Mommy... Then she kissed me there, there, she kissed my cunnie!! I almost died when she did that, oh, Mom, it was the most... I had never imagined that! She did so many things on my pussy with her mouth and tongue, I... I can't right remember what she did, only that it was the wonderfulest, loveliest, deliciousest thing I have ever, ever felt! Oh, Mom, just thinking on it now..." The little girl slid her hand between her enticing thighs, cupping her crotch. Susan kissed the top of her hair and put her own hand (damp with her juices) over her daughter's, softly pressing it against her tender pussy.

"Yes, love, I know, I understand...", she sighed hotly. "Touch yourself all you want. But tell me... what next!"

"Next I was feeling so incredibly good, Mommy, more and more good, it seemed I was flying, I really thought I was dying!. But I wasn't scared, I wanted that more 'n more 'n more, till... I dunno, I think I fainted maybe, for Auntie was refreshing my face with a damp 'kerchief and she looked scared. But I made her alright again, by kissing her mouth and telling her that was my happiest time ever! She started laughing and told me I just had my very first or... or..."

"Orgasm, my love. Or-gas-m. The biggest, sweetest joy, isn't it? Oh, my dear baby, my little girl..." she sniffled and sobbed a little, hugging Jessica against her. Almost absent-mindedly she gave a small, but hot, kiss on the child's lips and Jessica gasped. It had been almost, almost as one of her Aunt's kisses! The moment passed, her mom was caressing her hair. The girl perceived the scent of her mother's pussy on that hand, a scent familiar to her.

"Then Auntie asked me if I wanted to see her without clothes. She asked me! Oh Mom, as if I was not crazy wanting to see her, since I don't know when! I helped her with the zipper in the back, and taking off her pretty dress, it was so neat!"

"What was she wearing, my love," panted her mother, "Tell me."

"She had a a pretty white bra, almost transparent, I could see her big red nipples through them, and little white panties the kind you like, Mom, transparent too. She told me to take the bra off for her, cool! So I unclasped it, and that was when I first got to see her breasts. Ooh, Mommy, they are so beautiful. She took my head and kissed me long, then she kind of put my face over her breasts... and I kissed and kissed them forever, and took her nipples in my mouth as babies do!"

"Ooh," moaned the mother, "How lovely, she must have been so happy!"

"Yes, she kept doing those happy sounds all the time. And touching me all over... I was naked, of course. And next, Mommy, I just grabbed her panties and took them down! I didn't ask her, I just did! She gave a squeal, she seemed to like that a lot, an' she cried yes, yes, laughing and telling me I was a little devil, her adored little devil, she said."

Susan was openly masturbating now, under her skirt but not so much that her daughter couldn't see her hand moving, while she heard the liquid sounds and her mother's laboured breathing. Her little hand was also moving, inside of her Disney panties.

"I thought she had lots of hair on her pussy, Mom, but she just has a little, on top. She maybe uses a scissor, as you do... Well, next we got on the bed again and we kissed and kissed, it was so good! 'N then... she sort of flipped me over, putting me over her face! I didn't know anything could be so, soo beautiful as when she began to kiss my pussy again and put her tongue inside. Inside, Mom, it was the most del-licious thing I have ever felt!"

"Yes, it is, love..." moaned the mother, her hand active on her cunt. "And did you, did you...?"

"No, Mom, Auntie said today it was just for me to be happy, that next time if I wanted she would teach me how to do it to her. If I wanted it! Mom, oh Mom! Oh, oh, oh... I... I... AAAHH!..."

She thrashed on her mother's lap, cute little cries signalling her orgasm. Susan couldn't help it, she glued her mouth against her girl's exquisite lips, stiffling her moans of joy as she had her wonderful ecstasy too.

The little girl was sweetly sleeping in her room when Susan's sister called. The young mother was reclining on the couch, naked, two cups of wine tasted, her Mozart softly in the background, three orgasms making her body languid and deliciously tired. She was a most happy woman.

"Sussy?... Hello"

"Hi." She put her fingers on her pussy again, closing her eyes. What a flow over her fingers.

"Did... Did Jessica tell you we met today?"

"Yes." Susan sighed, lightly grazing her love button.

"And?..."

"Thank you. I haven't seen her so happy in a long time." She smiled, remembering her lovely little girl's face of rapture.

"Oh... And did she tell...?"

"She told me everything, sis. You explain so well..." she stiffled a giggle. At first she had been rather scared about sending her daughter to her aunt. Did she really want to make a lesbian of her? But then she had seen it more clearly, it could be no harm in trusting her little girl to her sister, she was sure Doris would never do anything harmful to her. She knew now she had been right.

"...I thought you didn't remember.", was saying her sister.

"Oh yes! Every day I've remembered, all these years!" Uncounted orgasms recalling her ravishing sister's love, all through years of apallingly unsatisfying boyfriends and an even more dissapointing marriage. Her only real joy, her own fingers spurred by those remembrances. "And, you know... ever since I had Jessica, I always thought the day would come when you'd have to explain things to her..." she added.

"Oh, sis!... We have a lot to talk, don't we?"

"Yes, Doris!" An sharp arousal suddenly seared her body, a new gush flowed from her open cunt. She was seeing in her mind her sister's incredibly desirable body, asking herself how she could have lived all these years without accepting she only wanted her. She gasped, pinching her hard nipples.

"And, Doris..." she panted, "I want some explaining too. It's been so long, I'm not sure I remember everything right." She could cry with want!

"Oh, YES, little sister! I will explain every little thing to you!... I love you."

"I love you."

She knew Doris was masturbating too, she remembered so well her breathing as she had her pleasure.

"Together, love, let's do it together..."

"Yes Sussy! Oh, I have loved you all my life... Let's... let's..."

"Yes, yes!... Tomorrow, love!"

"Tomorrow! Yes... Ah, ah, I love you, sis... Ooh..."

"Yes, YES! Together... now... Aah, aah... AAAAAAH!!...."

"OOOOHH!!...."

They heard each other's diminishing breaths for a while, no words needed for their bond.

"...Tomorrow, sis. I'll be there."

"I am counting the seconds, little sister."