Date: Fri, 08 Jan 2010 15:00:21 -0700
From: Connie Lingus <connielingus@mail.com>
Subject: Daughter's Best Friend

It was one of those perfect Spring days and I was sitting in a tank top and
shorts just relaxing a bit in the hour before my daughter Lisa got home
from her ballet lesson. My adorable daughter just turned 12 and I was
reflecting on what a bright, pretty and popular girl we had raised. I
thought with some pride, that I'm a pretty good mom, all things
considered. I smiled to myself and closed my eyes in happy contemplation
of our good fortune and good life.

I was aroused from my reverie by a knock on the door.  I answered the door
to find Lisa's best friend Cindy on the doorstep. Cindy is still 11 and
she and Lisa are inseparable. They do everything together most of the
time, and she has been a frequent overnight guest, as has Lisa at her
house. They giggle and laugh and talk and carry on until late, then curl
up together to sleep. There was cute little Cindy in a tube top and
shorts, looking up at me.

"Hi Mrs. Larson. Is Lisa home?"

"She's still at her ballet lesson, Cindy," I replied. "She'll be back in
about an hour."

"Can I ask you a favor? My little brother and his bratty friends are at my
house. Can I come in and wait for her? I promise I can just entertain
myself and won't be a bother."

I said "of course, honey, come on in." I watched the cute blonde bound into
the living room and plop down on the couch in front of the TV, where she
and Lisa had often sat together watching movies and cartoons. I offered
her some juice and joined her with a glass of seltzer.

"Thanks Mrs. Larson. You're really nice." she beamed, then blushing a
little, she said, "...and really pretty too. You...." She blushed red and
hesitated, "You have beautiful breasts."

Now I was blushing, as this young girl gazed at my 34 b-cup breasts under
my tank top.

"Can I see them?" she asked, shyly. She was so cute, this curious little
girlfriend of my own daughter, boldly asking me to show her my tits. She
looked down at her own tiny conical breastlets pressing out her tube top.

"I hope mine look just like yours when they grow out." Then, without a
moment's warning or hesitation, she pulled her top off over her head,
looked down and said, "mine are just little bumps, see?" Inviting me to
stare at her petite body and perfect budding breasts. Which I did,
feeling a little excited and very uncomfortable with this situation. It
was about to get more uncomfortable. When I looked up from her breasts,
her eyes were looking at my chest, expectantly, waiting. I wanted to say
this wasn't right, but she was so innocent about it, just wanting to see
and I didn't want to make it sound like there was anything shameful about
girls seeing girls' bodies. With one word, she washed away my resolve.
"Please?" she said.

I lifted up my tank top so she could see my chest.

"Oh wow. Mrs. Larson, they are beautiful. They're so beautiful and I hope
mine will look just like that."

I was blushing furiously as she enthused about my rather modest sized
breasts. I was about to thank her for the compliments and lower my top
back down, when she said, "Can I touch them?"

Without waiting for a reply, she tentatively put out her hand and reached
toward my right breast. My head was spinning, conflicted by feelings of
excitement and shame, watching in confusion as my nipple stiffened in
anticipation. I watched the innocent wonder on her face as she reached
for me, and my eyes wandered to her small breasts. Her nipples were hard
pink buttons on pale cones of budding breast flesh. OMG and then her hand
was on me, and then both hands,  young soft child hands cupping my
breasts, palms on my hard nipples, sending chills through my body.

I could not believe this was happening, that I was sitting here, holding up
my blouse, my daughter's best friend topless before me, cupping my
breasts and thrilling me through and through. I had to stop this.

"Honey, " I said "we shouldn't..."
"I like it when you call me that," she interrupted. Then leaning toward me,
she looked closely at my left breast as if inspecting it, while her soft
little fingers gently rolled and squeezed the nipple. Her lovely young
face was only inches from my breast, gazing intensely as I blushed with
shame and excitement and confusion .

I felt her breath on my nipple, felt my pussy begin to moisten, and then
before I could react or recoil, her mouth was there, the softest lips and
warm wetness engulfing my engorged nipple. The feeling was incredible as
she mouthed my nipple, sucking and licking at it. My mind wanted to
scream "No!" but my body was on fire. I couldn't help myself as a soft
moan escaped my lips and my eyes fluttered closed. Her hot mouth licked
and sucked at one nipple, then the other. Then I felt her small hand on
my lower belly, slipping under the waistband of my shorts, and inside my
panties. No, I had to stop this, now. But her fingers were already there,
slipping between my very wet labia into the furrow of my aching cunt. I
gasped as her finger slid deep into my weeping vagina. Then her mouth and
her fingers were gone from me and I whimpered slightly in disappointment
and need.

I opened my eyes and she was right there. She had stood up so her tiny
breasts were right in front of my face, inches away. Her hands were on
her sweet mounds, fingers on her little nipples. OMG no. Up until now I
had desperately deluded myself that this was just a young girl's
curiosity about the adult female body and that I was a nonparticipant,
just allowing her to satisfy her curiosity. Now I was staring at her
budding breasts and filled with lust, shocking myself by wanting to touch
them, to experience the forbidden softness that she seemed to be offering
me. "Honey," I started. But she was having none of my protests. Her hands
caressed my cheeks and she leaned forward, her nipples now so close to my
lips I could feel their heat. "No," I started again, "we can't..." Cindy
simply arched her back a little and with her incredibly soft tender hands
on my face, drew me to her naked preteen breast. Her nipple grazed
against my lips and they seemed to part of their own accord. I whimpered
again, she sighed, and I was sucking her tiny nipple, circling it with my
tongue. I realized only then that I was still holding up my tank top. Now
I pulled it off and tossed it aside, then putting my hands around this
darling little girl, pulled her back to my mouth, lavishing kisses on her
chest and breasts as her hands gently guided me to one nipple, then the
other.

Then just as I was fighting back my feelings of guilt and shame, I felt her
hands on my head, pushing very gently down. Oh no. Not that. How could
she even know about THAT? I resisted, so afraid and confused about
abandoning the last shred of pretense about what was happening between
us. This little girl, my daughter's best friend and daily playmate, was
frankly seducing me. Hell, she HAD seduced me.

I whimpered again in lust and need and so slightly in protest, as her hands
pressed slightly more insistently downward, and to my shock and shame, I
was kissing down her perfect flat belly, downward, OMG, knowing exactly
where this was leading. But it was too late, I was hers, totally and
completely. I could hear her breathing quicken and deepen, and she too
was making little urgent whimpering noises.

She quickly pushed her shorts and panties down and off as I kissed and
licked her belly. And then I was staring right at her juvenile pussy
mound, hairless and undeveloped, her tiny pink labia barely protruding
from her slit. I wanted so much to control myself, but I saw the
moisture, like dew drops, coating her baby labia as the scent of her
arousal filled my nostrils. It was the most erotic thing I've ever seen,
and I had never felt so aroused. I just stared in wonder and astonishment
at her bald, naked preteen cunny, her juices now forming droplets on her
labia. I was stuck in this state of hypnotic lust and arousal, and as if
knowing just how this was affecting me, staring wantonly for the first
time at a child's tiny cunt, she reached down and spread her lips open,
showing me the yearning red interior and the pool of her virgin lubricant
juices beckoning from the opening of her small hole. And then her other
hand gently pulled me in, pulled me close, closer, until my lips brushed
her wet labia. We both moaned as my lips met her pussy lips and I let my
tongue slip between them, lapping gently, just inside, tasting her,
tasting a woman's juices for the first time, and not a woman, but a
preteen girl.

Abandoning all pretense of resistance, I laid her down on the couch and
placing my hands on her incredibly soft thighs, spread her legs apart. I
watched as her tiny vagina winked open, glistening with juices, saw the
excitement and lust on her young face, and leaned in to her, bringing my
mouth to the mouth of her hairless cunny. I snaked my tongue deep into
her hole, tasting her juices flowing out onto my tongue, coating my
mouth, slippery and sweet. Her scent was intoxicating, her little gasps
and moans thrilling me beyond anything I had ever experienced. I could
feel my own pussy dripping with arousal, soaking my panties and shorts. I
lapped my tongue deep into her, then dragging her juices up her slit,
smeared them all over her tiny stiffened clit, circling it around and
around with my tongue, slippery with her juices, then sucking gently,
drawing it into my mouth and massaging it with my lips. She moaned and
panted and arched up, mashing her pussy to my lips. With every lick, she
thrust herself to me, aching for release making urgent and incoherent
noises as I greedily devoured her hairless 11 year old cunt. Her hands
were on my head, in my hair, pulling me into her as her little hips
rotated, grinding her pussy against my mouth. Her eyes were closed,
rolled back in her head as she moaned "uhn, uhn, oh, Ooooh" with every
lick, every thrust of my tongue. My mouth and her body moved as one, her
grinding and thrusts moving my mouth around with her soaking wet preteen
cunt. Her pussy was flooded with juices which I lapped at hungrily as if
my life was sustained solely by the nectar flowing from her young virgin
hole, and by her passion and need.

It thrilled me to thrill her and I knew I was hers any time she would allow
me to suckle at her young cunt. I never wanted anything more in my life
than to hear her excitement and lust for me, to feel her release, to
drink this young girl's orgasmic juices. And then she was there, her back
arching, mashing her cunny hard to my mouth and pulling me in deep with
her hands on my head, my hands holding her firm little ass, holding her
to my mouth so I wouldn't miss a drop as her juices surged into my hungry
sucking mouth. I drank as if my life depended on it, moaning at least as
much as her as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her. I lapped and
sucked and swallowed down every sweet droplet of her until she collapsed
back onto the couch. My mouth now covered completely her small cunt mound
and as I gently kissed and sucked on it, my tongue circled the outer
reaches, avoiding her oversensitive clit as she panted and sighed in
post-orgasmic bliss.

"Oh my god, Mrs. Larson, that was so amazing." she cooed.

"Cindy, honey, why don't you call me Ann? I think we're past being too
formal by now."

She laughed, a childish giggling laugh reminding me that I had just buried
my tongue and feasted my eyes and hands on a child, my little daughter's
friend, my neighbor's daughter. Cindy saw me flush red with the
realization and start to pull back away from her. She clasped her hands
to my shoulder and said, "no, Ann, please. Come kiss me." And she pulled
me up to face her, gazing lovingly into my eyes and then kissing my lips,
my lips still wet with her sexy preteen juices. She kissed me deeply, her
precious small lips on mine and her little tongue exploring my mouth. She
licked around my lips, my cheeks and chin and said, "mmmmmm.Is that what
I taste like?" Before I could answer, she said "I want to taste you now."

My heart was pounding, my pussy weeping with arousal and need and I could
feel tears in my eyes as this beautiful young girl offered me the release
I so badly needed.