Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2002 23:49:04 EST
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: Loli ch2

    Well.
    After that spectacular evening, my infatuation with
Loli Perez blossomed into a full-blown obsession. It was a rare
moment that she was NOT on my mind; a mind which now recoiled
less and less at the perversity of the situation as my lusting
body took over. Ten years old or not, I dreamed of  having this
girl in my bed, on the ground, in a boat ---anywhere!
    I had really thought (how laughable!) that I had this
little 'crush' under control. Until that 4th of July night. Her
hungry little twisting body against me, her high elfin moans,
her SMELL! God, I found myself sniffing at my pungent fingers for hours
afterward. Wonderful! A kind of salty, spicy, meaty, Loli
smell, from deep inside that amazing little girl. It was all I
could do to refrain from taking her home that very night and
screw the consequences.
    But I very chastely bundled her into the car with
Vanessa and we drove her straight to her house. Dan carried her
inside. . .
    My whole world turned upside down. Where before I had
been a rather prim, efficient, relatively sexless soccer Mom
(yes, Vanessa played), now I could not help but see the
sexuality in EVERYONE. From checkout clerk to schoolteacher, to
crossing guard and nurse. Going to my fitness club was, of
course, especially intriguing. I would stay some days for hours
at a time surreptitiously eying all those fascinating bodies!
Skinny, fat, flat-chested, big-breasted, a few with shaved
pubic areas!  I had to admit a definite predilection for the
female body. And in my new, animal state this observation
merely interested me intensely rather than shock me. It was,
"Hm. Maybe I'm a lesbian," instead of, "Oh my GOD, am I a
LESBIAN??!" Though I did experience a certain disturbance at
the realization that Vanessa was no longer, shall we say,
sexless, in my eyes.
    It happened in the blink of an eye: I'd walked upstairs
to ask Vanessa if she wanted to go shopping with me, and hadn't
realized she'd just come from the pool. Her stereo was on, so
she didn't hear me when I walked into her room. She'd just
taken off her suit and had her naked back to me while she
jounced to the music and rummaged through her drawer for
something to wear. I was somewhat astonished at my first
thought, which was "Yum!"
    Still a lot of conflict inside--
     "Oh please, she's your DAUGHTER! You've seen her naked
a million times!"
    (yes but not since she was 7 or so,  and daughter or
not, she is GORGEOUS. God help me what a pretty little butt!)
    I knew if she saw me there she'd play the Daughter
Intruded Upon, but for the moment I just couldn't look away.
Wiggling her cute little bare, bikini-pale butt to Christina
Aguilera, she was, simply, getting me hot. I breathed a deep
silent breath and moved slowly out of the room. And instead of
shopping, I went to my own room, closed and locked the door,
and took off all my clothes. I stood before the big mirror in
front of the bed and cupped both rather full breasts. I loved
to watch my nipples expand and grow on their own, as it were.
They knew that when I held my breasts, just lightly, feeling
their heft, I was preparing to touch my pussy, and to come, and
I watched them rise greedily at the prospect. My nipples were
quite large, dark, and rubbery, growing to over an inch in
length when erect. And when they were erect, they LOVED to be
squeeeezed, and twisted and, oh, someone suck them, please??
    At this point I had to lie back and slide my long
fingers down, down, over my tingling, eager clit, into the already slick
tunnel;  my
trim legs flop open, I watch my abandoned self open obscenely to my insistent
hand,
I'm so hot seeing myself, fucking myself, I see Vanessa, her
yummy bottom, ohhh, no, can't, I can't, it's very hot, mmmm,
nooo, where's Loli, ohhhh my Loli, kiss me, little girl, ohhh
you're coming, yesss, come for me honey, oh YESSS, good girl,
I'm coming, god oh GOD, ohh ngngnn ohh ohhh OHHHH GAAAAAaaaa. .
. .

    On July 5, my little darling was back at the house. But
of course everyone was still at the house, so I had to satisfy
myself with glimpses, at the pool, in the kitchen, on the lawn.
. .all the while carrying on like the happy and efficient
supermom I was. Or used to be.
    And the little imp KNEW. Whenever I had the luxury of a
quick glance her way, I'd catch her looking back at me. She was
good, too; her looks seemed just as casual and innocent as I
hoped mine did. But the moment she had the chance --- she GOT
me.
    It happened when the whole tribe, all twenty or so of
us, gathered noisily by the pool to take our annual Family
Picture. I, as was customary, herded the lot together by the
sliding glass doors to the house, and readied the automatic
camera on its tripod. Loli had gone in to get a drink of water
or something. As I coaxed everyone into position, I saw
movement behind them. And there was Loli behind the glass door,
facing me and no one else. My heart just about flipped inside
me as I watched her pull her little blue bikini bottom down to
her thighs. She just stood there, her pretty little slit open,
and grinned at me.
    I had to catch a quick breath and prevent anyone
turning around. "Alright, that's good, everyone. Now, DON'T
ANYBODY MOVE! Let's get a big smile. . ." And a quick glance
showed me the little wiseacre had turned and was now shaking
the CUTEST little naked butt I had ever seen  at me, her suit
still down around her legs. Oh, oh, ohh.
    But duty called, and I set the camera and ran to my
place, inwardly vowing revenge. Whirrr, Click!
    I got her back somewhat a week or so later. It was one
of the first of many sleepovers the girls began exchanging. Oh
yes, my dreamworld perked up at the thought, but after all, I
WAS married, and DID sleep with my husband. So any fantasy
along those lines seemed out of the question. But she'd be
near, so I took comfort in that. Comfortable torture.
    That night we all got in jammies and watched TV, Dan
and I on the couch and the girls on the floor. My affliction
hardly allowed me to take in anything, as these two perky
little bottoms squirmed and bounced before me. They both wore
oversize jerseys, as I did, and their lithe little legs and
cheeky forms drove me to distraction, as they say.
    I had to relieve myself, and looked forward to a little
cream with my pee (vile woman!). I went to the bathroom, closed
the door, pulled down my panties and sat on the pot. I'd gotten
it pretty much down to a science: I'd start with a little
squirt of pee through my fingers, which would then work it into
my now perpetually creamy pussy, and the subsequent combination
of warmth and friction would bring about a pleasantly
shuddering orgasm in quite short order. I tasted, then wiped
(yes), and on the spur decided to forgo the panties. The shirt
was thigh length. What the hell.
    And it turned out to be a wonderfully serendipitous
whim, for who should be in the kitchen as I emerged from the
loo but Loli. I smiled innocently. "What're you looking for,
hon?" She was reaching up to a cabinet on tiptoe, her pink
panties peeking out from beneath.
    She grinned back at me, aware of how open the space was
between the kitchen and TV room. Her eyes merely widened a bit.
"I wanted a Coke."
    "They're down here." I opened the cabinet drawer
beneath her, and a wicked thought hit. I called to Vanessa and
Dan in the other room. "Anyone else want a Coke while I'm
getting them?"
    Two disinterested "No's" drifted from the other room.
They wouldn't be coming in in the next few seconds, at least.
Loli backed away a step as I hiked my shirt to my hip and bent
to get the soda. I heard an almost inaudible gasp, then tiny
exhale, as I shamelessly put my naked ass on display for my
little 10 year old lover-girl. It wasn't a little bubblebutt
like hers (tender little handful), but my bottom was quite
handsome. In spite of my age (40) and my parenthood, I was
always getting complimented on my derriere. From matronly
tennis partners (so trim!) to construction workers (nice
butt!), it was something of which I'd always been secretly
proud.
    And here it was smiling brazenly in the face of little
Loli. Ooh, I felt the central air whisk my asshole, and muscled
a little wink, then slowly stood. My shirt fell back, and I
turned holding a sixpack. I plucked a can out. A Gioconda
smile. "Here."
    Loli's mouth was open and her pretty little tanned face
was flushed as she stared up at me.
    I touched her cheek with my hand. "Gotcha back."
    She swallowed and her head leaned slightly into my
hand. A slow grin, her teeth catching her big lower lip. She
nodded. "Yep." I brought my hand away.
    Vanessa came in. "Mom? Can I have a Coke too?"
    "Now how did I know to get more than one?"
    Loli got ice from the fridge. "She's psychic." A secret
smile at me while Vanessa got glasses.
    "Ooh, psychic Mom."
    Loli dropped cubes into the glasses. "I bet you can't
tell me what color toenails I have. Psychic Mom."
    Vanessa giggled. "Ooh, good one."
    I sipped an iced tea. "Hmm. . .well, considering that
you just got some brand new RED polish that you left on the
front hall table, I'd guess, hmm, red?"
    Loli's nose scrunched. "Ooh, bust-ed." She took a long
pull from her Coke, and stood swirling the ice in the glass.
"What about. . .what's on Vanessa's panties?"
    Lo-LI!" Vanessa the Indignant Daughter.
    I looked at my daughter coolly. "Hmm. You just went to
the mall today, didn't you?" Vanessa nodded, warming to it.
"And you're unicorn-crazy, but I don't think. . ." Vanessa
grinned conspiratorially at her friend. "If they had Yellow
Duck underwear. . ." and Vanessa's rolling eyes gave it away.
"Yellow Ducks? Really?"
    "How did you know??"
    "I didn't, really." Another sip of tea. "But Vanessa,
come on. If it's not a unicorn, it's a duck.
    Vanessa lifted the hem of her shirt, revealing a slight
glimpse of, yes, yellow ducks cavorting on an azure field of
yummy bottom, STOP!! Good God, woman. . .
    "And what about me?" Loli's smile was a caricature of
smugness. And beneath that cartoon smile I saw a dare as well.
    "What about you?"
    "What's on MINE? Hm, hm, hmm??" And she did a little
hip swivel and butt grind that made my stomach do a little
flip.
    "Yeah, what's on Loli's, hm, hm, hmm?" And they both
did a little impromptu wiggle tease and started giggling.
    I smiled. "Well, who knows? Could be little flying
piglets, I don't know."
    "Mommy doesn't know, Mommy doesn't know. . ." Vanessa
chanted, then stopped as Loli whispered furiously in her ear.
"Okay, okay." She gathered herself as Loli turned her back.
"Want to know what Loli has on hers?" And she very
ceremoniously turned and gathered her friend's shirt hem up,
up, until her pantied little bottom was revealed to say --
BOOTYLICIOUS! My mouth dropped. Loli turned her head to grin
back at me hugely while Vanessa laughed and laughed at the big
joke. . .

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