Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2003 00:32:25 -0400 (EDT)
From: Louisa <louisamay1111@excite.com>
Subject: Loli ch14

"But Dad, it's our honeymoon! We have to have a honeymoon. . ."
"So just. . .get in the pool and pretend you're in Aruba or something."
Vanessa pouted, and looked out the window.
Dan glanced over at me in the passenger seat. "Really, honey, I mean. .
.it's just too much, you know? OK, you two got married. Which is weird,
but, OK." He steered the car into our driveway. "But I am NOT giving up
my bed so you can have a Pretend Honeymoon. OK? Not." And he opened the
car door. "We're home." He looked at both of us. "And you're welcome for
the rings."
Vanessa murmured, "Thank you, Daddy." She leaned over the driver seat and
gave Dan a kiss on the cheek.
I patted my girl's soft cheek, and clasped Dan's hand. "Yes, thank you,
Daddy."
Dan smiled, reluctantly. "OK." He patted my hand, and went in the house.
I turned to Vanessa, who gave me a forlorn look. I touched her button
nose and said softly, "I want you naked and spread wide open in my bed
tonight, you. I have not yet begun to fight." She grinned, blushing. I
followed Dan into the house.
"Okay, here's the thing." I stood before Dan as he held the fridge door
open and swigged from a litre of Coke. "First of all, I never thought
Nessa would remember about this to begin with."
He burped quietly. "She was, what, four?"
"Five. And she wanted to marry Mommy, she wanted to marry Mommy--"
"I don't remember any of that."
"Well, you WERE away a lot of the time."
"True."
"And, anyway, I said there was no way she could marry Mommy until she was
at least twice as old as she was now. Then." God, I was lying so easily,
it scared me a little. "So, we worked out that meant she had to be TEN,
which seemed of course like EONS, and I really never dreamed--"
"--she'd have it marked on the calendar. . ."
"Right. So, thank you so so much for understanding all this silliness--"
"Well, jeez. . ." He returned the Coke and closed the fridge door.
"-- but now, here's the thing: that was HER idea, really--"
"Uh-huhh. . ."
"And I'm sorry to say, the honeymoon was Mine. . ." I gave him a guilty
grimace.
"Yours?"
I nodded. "See. . .it was just a jokey thing, but then Nessa was just SO
excited by the idea, kind of like this big ol' slumber party with her
Mom. And then we started making plans for it, with all sorts of games,
and what we'd talk about and all. . ."
Dan heaved a big sigh and tilted his head.
I moved into him and laid a hand on his chest. "How 'bout this: isn't
there a game tomorrow, on TV?"
Dan looked at me suspiciously, but cracking a smile. "Yeah. . ."
I smiled. "Well. . .how about if we make sure that you don't have to
leave your chair for the Whole game."
"What, like--"
"--Like Vanessa and I would stay in the kitchen and bring you everything
you wanted. At any time."
"Really?"
I nodded again.
His eyes narrowed. "I might want a lot of stuff."
"That's what we'd be there for."
"Could get pretty particular."
I stroked his chest. "Be as particular as you please. Just let us have
our Girls' Night. To ourselves."
"In my bed." He heaved another, bigger sigh. "Alllllright."
I gave him a hard smooch. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." As I went out to break the news to Vanessa, he called,
"I wouldn't mind one of those myself."
"What?"
"Honeymoon-type thing?"
"We'll talk."

God, we could hardly bear to keep our hands off of each other for the
next few hours. I mean, we couldn't very well go to bed at 4:30 in the
afternoon, Dan might take it the wrong way. . .
So, after gathering up armsfuls of board games (had to have props!), and
making our fanciful goodnights to a bemused and resigned husband/father,
we made our way into the bedroom. I casually but surely locked the door,
and turned. Vanessa had the game of Boggle in her hands, and dropped it
on the bed. I opened my arms and she literally ran into them .
"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!!" she chanted, hugging me tightly and
humping her little shorts-clad crotch into my thigh. I stroked her hair
and hugged her back. Our position at the door was reflected in the
full-length standing mirror by the walk-in closet. I watched Nessa's cute
little butt ripple and contract as she rubbed herself into me.
I reached down and stroked my hand down that little derriere, lightly
squeezing, remembering the look on that dear saleswoman's face. I smiled,
and leaned in to my darling's murmuring face. Her eyes glistened, shone.
"Hello, my little wife," I murmured, and kissed her softly on those
deliciously cupid lips.
"Mmmm, my Husband, my Husband. . ." as she kissed, passionately back. She
broke away wetly and looked solemnly into my eyes. "I'll do anything you
say, Mommy. I'm your wife now; I want to do anything you want. Anything."
"Mmm, now that's a nice deal," I smiled, and squeezed both softsquishy
cheeks of her little bottom.
"Mmm. . ." as she wriggled that butt in my hands. "I mean it."
I watched her move in the mirror. My hands crept up to her shorts
waistband, tucked thumbs and pulled down. Ohh, what beauty! There, framed
in my long Victorian mirror, was the image of my gorgeous daughter in my
arms, her tennis shorts at her thighs, pale dimpled bottom bare. I
watched us kiss, and watched my hands smooth around and around the pretty
bottom, squeezing, spreading. I absolutely loved the rosy flush of
excitement I noticed coloring her neck and face.
"Oooh," I whispered into her mouth, "I could eat you up!"
"I want you to!" was her whispered reply. Well, how could I deny my
birthday girl?
So, right then and there, I whipped us around, so that she now stood in
my place against the door, but turned around. I yanked those shorts down.
"Step out, honey." Which she dutifully did. "Now," as I pushed her knees
apart, "spread those little legs of yours apart." Yes. Open, and for me.
Her loving Mom. Vanessa, in just her sneakers, socks and yellow polo
shirt.
"Look over in the mirror, sweetie. See us?"
Vanessa turned her head and smiled. "Oooh, are you gonna eat me up?" She
watched herself jut her little butt out further.
Mmm, I smelled her excitement. "I sure am, honey. Just a beginning,
Nessa. It's just the start." I kissed a cheek. She squeezed.
"Just a appetizer?" She grinned.
"That's right, sweetie." And I put a hand on each slim hip. "And then you
can have yours." And I stuck out a long tongue and ran it from her damp
little slit all the way up to the small of her dimpled back.
"Oooohoo-hoo-hoooooOO!" And her butt pushed out further, and her feet
shuffled out another foot. She was wide open to me. Her small hands were
up against the door, as for a frisking. What a frisking.
I watched her watch me as I licked and kissed my way down again to her
sweetsalty, and wetter, little bare slit.
"Mmmmm, ooOOOoo, Mommy, you h-hhave such a loong toongue! mmMMMMm!"
"ugh-huughh," I slobbered. "The betthuhh to eatth you with. . ." And I
drove that long tongue deep inside my baby, into her rosepink slickness,
into her little cunt.
"OoooohHHHH!! OHH! OHH, MOMMY, mmmMMMmmm," as she bit her lip and tried
to swallow some passion for discretion's sake. Her little tush was
gyrating wildly, shaking.
I reached my tongue still further under her, and felt the tip against her
little bud, that throbbing, lovely clit of hers. My nose mashed right
into her anus, and I felt the tiny rosebud quiver against its tip. She
was now on tiptoe, her legs bowing with the effort to inhale as much of
me as she could into her wet little holes.
Her cries came in little whispered grunts and gasps as I watched her
coltish legs shake. Her whole slim back, bottom and torso seemed to shake
as with fever.
Suddenly, a knocking -- on this very door!
"Hey!" Dan's voice. "Everything OK in there??"
I leaned back to call back towards my pillow. "Yeah, sorry! Got a little
carried away with the tickling!" Vanessa was frozen, eyes wide. "Sorry!"
I repea ted.
"Well. . .try to keep it down a Little, OK? Girls??"
"OK! Sorry!"
Neither of us moved for about a minute. Then I planted a big, long kiss
directly on that little asshole of hers, she took a deep breath, and we
both started giggling.
"Come here." I took hold of her hips with both hands and pulled her
backwards.