Date: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 19:59:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Becoming a Foster Mother (lesbian/adult youth oral, F/g

Warning:

Adult youth, oral, f/g

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

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            Becoming a Foster Mother
                      By
                     Jan

	It started with a phone call from a friend of
mine to join her for lunch at a fashionable eatery
down town.  It was one of those rare perfect spring
days in San Francisco, California.  I got dressed up to
the nines with a large straw hat cocked to one side
and gloves.  I arrived early and parked myself in my
favorite table with a view of the shoppers parading
up and down Market Street.

	Gale made her entrance fashionably late as
usual.  We were old friends dating back to our college
days.  We knew far too much about each other.  For
instance, I had confessed to her about seducing
young girls when I was a teenager.  We had partied
with each other all the way through grad school.  She
had even been my maid of honor when I got married.

	I was 25 years old with a master's degree in art
at the time.  I met my future husband at an art
exhibit.  I was admiring a painting at the time, when
he asked me what I liked.  I told him that if I had
the money I would buy this painting, because it will be
worth triple whatever it sells for in 10 years.  He
asked me, "Are you sure?"  I pointed to an older man
standing in front of another painting that kept
glancing at this painting.  "He is going to bid on that
painting but let it go.  Then he is going to sit back,
and let the bidding on this one max out before he
outbids everyone, because he knows a good deal when
he sees it."

	He joined me for the action and to my surprise
he outbid the man for the painting.  He told me now
that I own your painting you're going to have to marry
me to see if I made a good investment.

	It turned out that he was six years older than
me, and did very well in the stock market as well as
owning a development company in 'Silicon Valley.'  His
passion was sport cars.  His pride and joy was his
1964 Carol Shelby Cobra.  He loved to take it to
Watkins Glen and race it.  We were married for only
15-years when he had a heart attack while driving to
work and plowed into a tree in his Porsche 911.
Between his life insurance and stocks I am able to
live very comfortably.  Just the same I was
wondering why Gail wanted to meet me this day.

	I asked her, "What has inspired you to invite me
to lunch today?"

	Gail was a social worker, so we didn't have much
in common outside of sex.  Gail said, "I wanted to talk
to you about becoming a foster mother for a girl I
think you will love!"

	The idea of changing my way of life to
accommodate the demands of raising a child was the
farthest thing on my mind.  Shit that would mean not
having lady friends over for weekends of sex.

	Gail said, "You would be perfect for this girl!"

	"What the hell makes you think this girl would
be perfect for me?"

	Gail said, "Knowing how you enjoyed seducing
young girls that you babysat as a teenager, I know
this girl would be perfect for you, because this girl is
going to wind up being warehoused in an orphanage if
you don't take her."

	"Okay, what's the problem with her? You Bitch."

	"Every home I place her in, quickly demands
that I remove her, because she seduces all of the
girls in the homes, and she is always trying to molest
the foster mothers.  She has been kicked out of
three homes so far.  You know how most of these
foster homes are low income families that run the
homes for the income, and they are very religious.
They can't handle a girl that is so sexually
aggressive."

	Listening to Gail describe this girl made my
panties wet.  I couldn't resist meeting the girl, at
least to find out if I would like her, so I agreed to
meet her.  Gail was so excited that she had me drive
her to the office after we finished eating.

	Gail took me to meet the girl at the orphanage.
She was sitting on a metal bunk holding a bundle
containing everything she owned.  I was immediately
struck by what a beautiful girl she was.

	She had long dark brown hair that was in need
of a trim.  Her violet eyes reminded me of the eyes
of the actress Elizabeth Taylor.  She had one of
those sweet little noses, and perfectly shaped lips,
with a cupids bow upper lip.  She was a small child for
her age.  Gail told me that her name was Amber, and
she was 7 years old.  My heart melted when I looked
at her smile.  Before I went home I had agreed to
become a foster mother.

	Gail took care of all of the paperwork.  The
background check went well, and they were very
pleased to get rid of a problem child, and even
happier that I was wealthy enough that I wasn't going
to demand compensation for taking in the child.

	It took a little time before I got the call from
Gail to come to her office to pick up Amber.  I was
very excited about meeting the girl a second time.
As soon as all of the paperwork was completed I took
Amber by the hand and led her to my car.  She was
very impressed when she saw my car.  It was a red
late model Mercedes Benz E class.  I put her bundle
of her belongings in the back.

	She looked so small and pathetic sitting there in
the bucket seat strapped in.  Her eyes were wide
open as she took in the plush interior of the car.  I
was sure she had never been in a car that smelled like
a new car before.  I turned on the seat warmer for
her, just so she could feel the warmth.  Her mouth
fell open when she saw my home.

	It was in a gated community.  Because of my
husband's passion for sports cars there is a seven car
garage.  He had another barn where he kept the rest
of his cars.  I have no interest in racing, but I do
enjoy driving some of the cars.  I sold off the pure
racing cars, except for the Cobra, and some of the
antique cars, simply because I had no desire to keep
cars around just for show.  As for the house it was
efficient enough that I only had a dyke female
grounds keeper and her wife was my maid and cook.

	Amber was overwhelmed when she saw the
interior of the house and met my help.  In
anticipation of her arrival I had the bedroom
remodeled by my interior decorator for a girl
Amber's age.  I'm talking a canopied bed with plenty
of things relevant to movies made for young girls by
the Disney Corporation.  When Gail found out that
everything in the room was hers she was so excited
that she jumped into my arms and wrapped her legs
around my waist.  I kissed her on the mouth for a long
time.

	I was sure that she thought if she made a pass
at me that I would send her back, like all of her
previous foster parents had.  I set her mind at ease
by telling her, "Gail told me about your sexual desires!
Honey, I have the same desires.  If you ever want to
feel my tits, be my guest!"

	Amber put her feet back on the floor, and
placed both of her hands on my tits.  I let her feel
them all she wanted.  She wanted to see my tits, so I
simply unbuttoned my blouse, and pulled my arms out
of the sleeves letting the blouse fall around my waist.
I pulled the straps off of my shoulders and turned
the bra around, so that the hooks were in front
before unhooking it.  I lifted my breasts and rubbed
them in my hands before allowing Amber to feel my
breasts.  Amber was fascinated with my double D
sized breasts.

	I had inherited my mother's figure, so my
breasts had three inch mauve areolas, capped with
grape sized nipples.  Amber buried her face between
my tits while pulling them around her head.  She
sought out my left nipple and sucked hard on it.  I
even wished that I was lactating, so that I could give
her milk.

	I guided her backwards to her bed, and as I
turned to sit down I pulled her onto my lap.  I
stroked her hair while she continued nursing.  I
placed my hand on her knee just below the hem of
her dresses, and slid my hand up under her skirt.  I
sought out the crotch of her cheap cotton panties.
Feeling the coarse material I made a note to myself
that I had to take her shopping for clothes.

	Amber spread her legs as an invitation for me
to feel her pussy.  The panties were old and the
elastic in the legs were stretched past their limits, so
the crotch sagged loosely between her legs.  It was
unbelievable how exciting it was for me to slip my
fingers under the leg of her panties and feel the
sweet little clamshell of her hairless pussy.  Amber
was thrilled beyond belief.  She said, "I can't believe
it!  All of the other foster mother's refuse to let me
touch them."

	I said, "Honey, from now on you can either call
me Elizabeth, Liz or Mom if you like, and you can
touch any part of me that you like!"

	Amber started to cry.  Her tears were making
my tits wet.

	"Honey, why are you crying?"

	Amber looked up at my face with those large
pleading eyes and said, "I can't help it.  You have
made me the happiest girl in the world."

	I said, "I intend to do everything possible to
make you happy.  Tomorrow we are going shopping.
We are going to buy you a new wardrobe.  For tonight
you can sleep in your new bed or you can sleep in my
bed with me!"

	Amber couldn't contain her excitement, "I want
to sleep with you!"

	I placed her on her feet, and led her to my
adjoining bedroom.  I showed her my bathroom.  She
had never seen a bathroom like mine before.  There
was a double sink vanity, toilet and a bidet.  (I had to
show her how to use the bidet.)  She was
overwhelmed with the size of the tub and shower.  It
was the appropriate time to bathe and get ready for
bed.

	We undressed and I filled the tub with scented
water.  When I stepped in I helped her in and settled
her down between my legs.  I washed her body for
her very carefully and shampooed her lovely hair.  (I
made a note to myself to be sure and take her to my
hairdresser too.)  We soaked in the tub until our skin
started to prune, before I helped her out, and dried
her body with a large soft bath towel.  I dried our
hair with a pistol hair drier, before guiding her back
to the bedroom.

	I pulled a couple of Baby Doll nightgowns out of
my dresser because I wanted her to feel the texture
of the transparent material.  She even commented on
how nice everything smelled.  There wasn't much
sleeping until early morning hours because we were
both doing our best to make each other happy.

	We were in no hurry to get up, eventually got so
hungry that we had to do something.  We got dressed
and made our way to the kitchen, where the maid was
making herself busy.  I asked her to make breakfast
for us.  Amber had never had Eggs Benedict with
fresh orange juice before.  I announced that I was
taking Amber shopping when we finished eating.

	I opted to take the sports utility vehicle,
because there would be more room for packages.  It
was an exciting for me to witness the excitement on
Amber's face as I purchased a complete wardrobe
for her.  It was a glorious day of shopping, hunger
forced us to eventually seek out food.  I was very
pleased that everyone assumed that Amber was my
daughter.  I was inspired to think about actually
adopting Amber officially.



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