Date: Tue, 19 Jul 2005 17:54:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Manda None <mandagl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Winter Break

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	This story is fictional. It contains descriptions of Adult/child
sexual encounters in a nurturing relationship. If such things bother you
then you are advised to stop reading here. If however you know how
beautiful such caring relationships can be and you enjoy reading tales
about them, please read on.
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Winter Break
By Amanda mandagl@yahoo.com

	Alex set her books down on the coffee table and walked into the
kitchen to make some hot chocolate. Christmas was coming soon and she today
was the last day of school until the new year. Her mother was a teacher at
the high school and would have the winter break off as well. Alex was
excited, since she and her mother were very close. Ever since her father
had left, breaking her heart, three years ago she and her mother had been
more like sisters than anything else.
	Alex had turned eleven just before the beginning of the new school
year and she was beginning to notice slight changes in her body. Her chest
felt strange and her nipples had become puffy. She had also begun to feel
drawn to some of the other girls at school. She had even developed a crush
on her best friend Keera.
	With hot chocolate in hand and an hour before her mother would be
home, Alex went into the living room to watch television. She sipped at her
hot chocolate and flipped through the channels until her mother pulled into
the driveway.
	"Hey Mom!" Alex hopped up from the couch and hugged her mother.
	"Hey sweetie." Evelyn, her mother, said with a smile. She walked in
to the kitchen and made herself a cup of instant coffee. She went back to
the living room and pulled her cigarettes from her purse before sitting
down and lighting one.
	"Smoking's bad for you." Alex nagged.
	"So's saying it's bad for me." It was the normal exchange. Alex had
been on her mother to quit for months now. Alex rolled her eyes. She hated
when her mother said that. "So, you want to put up the tree tonight?"
Evelyn asked.
	"You know I don't believe in that stuff." Alex grumbled. She had
turned her back on the church a few months earlier, shortly after her
birthday. She had decided she wanted to be a wiccan. Her mother had never
been Christian, the influence there had come from Alex's father. This
decision had come about at the same time she had stopped going by her first
name and started telling every one to call her Alex, short for
Alexsandra. When she had learned where her first name came from she decided
she did not like it.
	"Your too young for all this rebellion crap."
	"This is the real me Mom." Alex stomped her feet as she got up off
the couch and stormed to her room.
	"Eli!" Her mother called after her.
	"My name is Alex!"  She heard the girl shout back at her. Evelyn
rolled her eyes, she did not want to start the winter break with a fight,
but it looked like that was where things were going.
	At first Alex had taken the divorce well. Jim had visited her at
least twice a month and took her for weekends regularly. He met a new woman
though and suddenly he wanted nothing to do with his daughter. He had even
stopped paying child support. The legal battle over that was still going,
and it looked like Alex would be eighteen before it was resolved.
	Evelyn got up off the couch and walked to her daughter's room. She
tapped the door and without waiting to be invited, opened it. "I'm sorry
ALEX. I've been calling you Eli since I brought you home from the hospital,
so I forget sometimes."
	"I just hate him mom. He left us here and he doesn't even care."
	"He cares." Evelyn shook her head, not believing that she was
defending him.
	"He's an asshole." Alex's eyes went wide and she slapped her hands
over her mouth, turning bright red.
	"Electra Alexsandra!" Evelyn tried to scold, but she was
laughing. She shook her head. "Please don't talk like that. It just sounds
bad."
	Evelyn left her there. She chuckled as she walked down the
hall. `Alex' She whispered to herself, as if trying to remind herself to
call the girl by her middle name.
	An hour would pass before Alex would wander out of her room and sit
down on the couch next to her mother. "Sorry mom." The girl said, leaning
close to her mother. "We can put the tree up if you want."
	"I don't know. I mean You know about Santa, you know about god, why
bother?"
	"'Cause it's winter solstice too." Alex hopped up and went top her
room, returning with a leather bound book that Evelyn recognized. "I read
it in here." She said handing the book to Evelyn and turning to the correct
page. The woman grazed over the page politely and handed it back.
	"Okay, so lets have dinner then we'll get the tree down from the
attic."
	Evelyn got up and went into the kitchen closely followed by her
little girl. They always worked together to make dinner and tonight was no
different. They made stir fry vegetables, one of Alex's favorites because
it meant she got to eat with chop sticks.
	After they ate Evelyn pulled the stairs to the attic down and let
Alex go up to get the boxes of ornimentes and the tree.
	With everything downstairs they began pulling the various branches
and other parts of the tree out of it's box. Evelyn never had gotten the
hang of putting the tree together. She only got to do it once a year, and
this made only the third time, Jim had done it before the divorce.
	After assembling the tree they set about stringing the lights and
hanging the ornimentes. Alex had always loved opening the boxes and
unwrapping each ornament, seeing for the first time again in a year.
	Finally finished with the ornaments they hung garland around the
tree and cleaned up the considerable mess left over.
	"Are you ready?" Evelyn asked. She held the plug for the lights in
her hand, bending down, poised to plug it in.
	"Ready." Alex was getting excited despite herself. Evelyn pushed
the plug into the socket and the lights on the tree flickered to life. The
room was immediately bathed a a strange reddish light the seemed to move as
the bulbs blinked on and off. Alex smiled as she found herself captivated
by the tree.
	"Just like when you were a little girl." Evelyn said stepping up
next to her daughter and putting her arm over the girl's shoulder. "You
would sit and stare at the tree for hours... Mesmerized."
	They watched the lights blinking for a while longer before sitting
down on the couch and turning on the television. Evelyn lit a cigarette for
herself and pulled the ashtray off the coffee table, sitting it on the arm
of the couch.
	Shortly after midnight they headed for bed. Evelyn kissed her
daughter good night and left her huddled in the blankets fighting to stay
warm.
	Alex laid in bed, her eyes closed, thinking about the up coming
holiday. She had to learned about solstice. She was new to wicca and had
nothing but books to guide her.
	Something else started to stick in her thoughts. An image in the
book she had shown her mother. It was a drawn image of what the book called
a sky clad coven. She could not stop looking at the women. The curves of
their bodies captivated her. She had found herself tracing their lines with
her finger.
	Alex was feeling strange, warm. the place between her legs, that
special place she knew so little about seemed to be beckoning her. She slid
her hand between her legs and touched herself feeling dampness on her
fingers. She was immediately ashamed, afraid of what her friends would
think if they found out that she was touching herself this way. She was
afraid that there was something wrong, that she was sick or what her mother
called a pervert because she thought it felt so good.
	Shame won out over the urges of her still immature body and she
pulled her hand away, drying it on the leg of her pajamas. She pulled the
blankets up over her head and tried to sleep.
	When Alex awoke she pulled herself out of bed and went to the
bathroom to brush her teeth and shower.
	With her teeth cleaned Alex turned on the water and waited for it
to get warm enough for her. She stepped into the shower and pulled the
shower head off it's hanger, soaking her hair.
	After hanging the shower head back up she washed her hair. Alex
soaped her body quickly and began rinsing. The water felt good on as it
washed over her, and she paused as the shower head sprayed her nipples.
	Alex's eyes drooped when the water reached her loins running over
her clit. She had showered countless times and never quiet felt this way
when she cleaned her private parts. The water caught her clit just right
and sent waves of heat through her. She gasped, moving her wrist slightly,
letting the water run over her in pulses.
	The heat began to become a tingling wave moving over her skin and
through her like electricity. She felt her knees getting weaker as the most
peculiar sensation began build in her belly.
	The sensation became and ball of heat exploding out of her through
her tiny clit. Alex had never felt anything like this. She reached out and
put her hand on the wall trying to steady herself as her knees buckled.
	Alex was panting, still holding the shower head she slowly rose and
hung it up.  She felt slightly dizzy and could hear a bit of a ring in her
ears after she turned she water off. She had no idea what she had just done
and though she was a bit afraid and terribly ashamed, she was determined
that she would do it again.
	At the breakfast table Alex felt ashamed of herself, unable to look
at her mother. She remembered all of the hours of Sunday School filling her
head with the notion of sin and bad and wrong. She did not know what she
had done but she knew that like everything else enjoyable it must be dirty.
	"Are you okay Eli... Alex." Her mother asked, catching herself.
	"I'm fine." She said sounding very much not fine. She knew
something was bothering her little girl and by the way she had said she was
fine, she knew that the girl wanted to talk about it.
	"Did you sleep okay last night?"
	"Yeah." Alex stirred her bowl of cereal with her spoon, keeping her
eyes on the table. "
	"Hey, sweetie. If you want to talk about something then tell
me. I'm your mom, I'm here for you."
	Alex shook her head. She pushed her bowl of cereal away and sat
back in her seat. "How come everything good is wrong?"
	"What do you mean?" Evelyn set her own breakfast aside and folder
her arms on the table in front of her.
	"Its just that when I used to go to church they acted like
everything that felt good or was fun was a sin."
	"You know I really wish your father hadn't insisted on taking you
to church. It was the only thing that made me hesitate when we started
talking about kids. Honey, I know it seems like that but in the real world
it's okay for things to be fun or to feel good, or to be enjoyable." She
tilted her head slightly. She knew only a little bit about Wicca. Just what
she had picked up from the girls who were in to it at school. "I thought
your new thing wasn't like that."
	"It isn't. But I mean all that time I went to church... I'm just
scared that what if they're right?"
	"I don't think they are." Evelyn returned to her breakfast. "What
brought this on angel?"
	"I can't say." She said blushing. Evelyn looked at her for a
moment. She thought she was beginning to understand. She was sure that what
ever it was had to do with sex, and being that her daughter was eleven, she
suspected the girl had discovered masturbation. Evelyn let the issue
go. She did not want to make her daughter any more uncomfortable than she
already was.
	After breakfast they set about cleaning house. It was a short chore
since they both took time through the week to tidy up here and there. Once
finished Evelyn went to her room and laid down, staring up at the
ceiling. She was drifting at the edge of sleep, letting her mind
wander. Normally she loved to hover at the edge of sleep this way. Today
however her normally peaceful time was being disturbed by something. By
Alex. She kept finding her thoughts drifting to her little girl touching
herself.
	Evelyn felt her clit twitch, a quiver that ran through her belly in
a shock of cold tension. She realized she was becoming aroused. Very
aroused. Images of her daughter's slim body, her perfectly hairless mound,
and a little hand gently stimulating her sex. Evelyn opened her eyes
wide. She was fantasizing about her little girl, her child. She felt a wash
of heat across her face. She was ashamed of herself but the shame did
nothing to chase the thoughts away.
	`Oh the hell with it.' She grumbled to herself. She slid her hand
under her pants, her panties and slid her fingers between her legs. She
pushed her fingers into herself, lubricating them, then pulled them out,
massaging her clit in long slow circles.
	More than the forbidden fantasy of her daughter, the fear she might
get caught, it excited her. Her bedroom door was open, Alex was just down
the hall. At any moment the little girl could walk in on her. Evelyn's
breathing was coming in short gasps. She moved her fingers faster, sliding
them into herself occasionally to lubricate them.
	`Was that a footstep?' She almost stopped but she could not. She
worked her body faster, more desperately with each moment.
	Her orgasm rushed through her body, touching every fiber of her
being. The waves of heat washing over her, bringing her close to
unconsciousness.
	Evelyn withdrew her hand from her pants and relaxed on to the
bed. She laid there enjoying the afterglow. She could not waste too much
time because she wanted to take Alex to the mall but she could not force
herself to just jump up and wave goodbye to the endorphins.
	Eventually she pulled herself out of bed and went ot collect her
daughter. She planned to make a day of shopping and perhaps even taking in
a matinee at the cinema.
	In the end they went to the mall and wandered around looking at the
shops. Alex spent what had seemed like a life time in Hot Topic, picking
out clothes she wanted. She even spent some time trying to convince her
mother to let her get her belly button pierce. Evelyn was not adverse to
the idea, but she would not allow it until the girl was at least
thirteen. Once she was an official teen Evelyn had already decided she
would sign off on anything the girl wanted pierced as long at it was above
the waist.
	By the time they got home they were both exhausted. Evelyn tossed
the bags she'd carried in on the couch and turned to look at Alex. "You
know it wouldn't have killed you to pick up one of the bags." She grumbled.
	"Sorry mom." She said sounding more annoyed than sorry.
	Evelyn put the bags in her closet then went ot the kitchen to start
dinner. As always her daughter followed her in to help. Alex stood chopping
vegetables, her mind drifting to her shower and the wonderful pleasure she
had discovered. "Ouch!" Alex looked down to see she had grazed her index
finger with the knife.
	"Are you okay?"
	"I cut myself." She whined. She immediately headed toward the
bathroom to pour peroxide on it and wrap it in a bandage.
	"You've been acting weird all day sweetie." Evelyn said once the
girl returned. She turned from the pot she was stirring. "Are you going to
tell me what's going on."
	"Mooom." She blushed. Evelyn decided to let it go until they sat
down to eat.
	With dinner ready they went into the dinning room and sat
down. Evelyn served the stew she had prepared to her daughter and then took
her own seat.
	"I wasn't too much older than you when I started thinking about
boys." Evelyn started, trying to ease into the conversation. "I was your
age though the first time I... touched myself."
	"Mom!"
	"I'm sorry sweetie. I'm not trying to embarrass you. But if that's
what you're upset about then you can tell me." Evelyn scolded herself. She
was not handling this well.
	"I don't think about boys." The girl finally said.
	"Well you're still young."
	"I don't care I'm never going to think about them." Alex pushed her
plate away and looked up at her mom. "Is it wrong if I like girls?" Her
eyes were glassy and it was clear that she had given what ever was going on
with her a great deal of thought. Evelyn considered her answer
carefully. She knew that many gays claimed they had known from early
childhood. She did not want to believe it about her daughter though. She
had no problem with gays, she had even accepted that her daughter may well
turn out to be a lesbian. Evelyn believed that homosexuality was
genetic. She knew that her sister was a lesbian, and her cousin was
gay. What she had a problem with was the pain that it would cause the girl.
	"Are you saying that you think you're like Aunt Carol?" Evelyn
managed to keep an even tone. All Alex really understood about her aunt was
that she lived with another woman and they had bought a house together.
	"Aunt Carol is like that?" Alex asked with big eyes. Evelyn smiled
and nodded her head. "I didn't touch myself." Alex said after a long
silence. "I was in the shower and..." She trailed off.
	"And the water ran over your clitoris." Evelyn finished for her,
knowing what a wonderful sensation the girl had discovered. Alex's confused
expression told her mother that she had no idea what her clitoris
was. Evelyn again scolded herself. That her daughter could be eleven and
not know these things about her own body was in her opinion, bad parenting.
	"And it felt, I don't knooow." She whined. "It made me weak and
tingly."
	"That's normal sweetie. What you felt was probably an orgasm."
	"But mom... I did it... I held the water on my private parts like
that." Evelyn smiled when the girl said that, but her smile faded when she
saw tears rush out of her little girl's eyes. "Don't laugh mom!" She
sobbed.
	"Oh, sweetie. I'm not laughing, I'm happy for you." She slipped out
of her chair and wrapped her arms around the girl. She knelt, still holding
the girl, rocking her and rubbing her back.
	With her daughter finally calmed down Evelyn went back to her
chair. "What you did is called masturbating and every one does it."
	"Do you?"
	"Well, yes I do." Evelyn answered. Alex seemed visibly relieved
when she heard this.
	"It's not bad is it?"
	"No sweetie, it's not bad." Evelyn reached across the table and
stroked the girl's hair. "I like the shower head too." She offered. Alex
wrinkled her nose for a second but a smile began to play at her lips. "So
you really think you like girls?" She asked.
	"I think so. I love Keera."
	"Does Keera like girls too?" Evelyn asked. She was suddenly aware
that Keera and Alex spent the night together constantly. She was afraid now
for what might have been going on. Alex finally shook her head.
	"I don't think so." She said.
	Evelyn got an idea. She hurried through the rest of her
dinner. Once she was finished she deposited her dishes in the sink and went
up to the attic.
	Upstairs, in the cold, she searched through boxes and stacks of old
books. She was hoping that she still had a text book left over from the one
year that she had taught sex education. She was about to give up when she
pulled the old text book out of a box. She sat down and began flipping
through the pages, sure she remembered seeing a diagram of the female body.
	Evelyn came slowly down the stairs. She folded them back up into
the ceiling and went into the living room where she found her daughter
watching television. "Here" she said, handing the book to the girl. She
opened it to the image of a woman's vulva.
	Alex took the book and stared down at the image, reading the labels
carefully. "Is that what I look like down there?" She asked.
	"Yes sweetie."
	"It looks funny." She wrinkled her nose.
	"Funny. Hmm. I always thought we looked a little bit like Calle
Lillys." Evelyn leaned close to her girl, kissing her on the head. She
looked down at the picture. "It's very beautiful." Alex looked up at her,
wrinkling her brow.
	"Do you like girls too?" She asked.
	Evelyn's mind went immediately to college. She had slept with two
girls while she was in school. Both had been wonderful experiences but she
had never pursued women any further than that. "Not really." She finally
said. "Not like that I suppose."
	Alex continued to stare at the image. She was fascinated, having
never seen it before. There was something more though. Sitting there,
looking at the image of a woman's body, her nether regions, excited the
girl. She felt the same warmth and tingling she had felt the night
before. "Is umm masterr.. umm."
	"Masturbating?"
	"Yeah, is that like sex?"
	"A little bit. What do you know about sex?" She asked.
	"I know a boy lays on a girl and they hug and then they move a
little. I saw Spike to it to Buffy on teevee." Evelyn rolled her eyes. "I
think Willow did it to Tara too but it was different." Alex looked up at
her mother. "It's because Spike is a boy right?"
	"It's very different when girls are together." Evelyn coaxed the
book from Alex's hand and closed it. She set it on the coffee table. "You
can have that book if you want it."
	They talked while watching television for the rest of the
evening. It was late again when Evelyn ushered her daughter to bed. She
tucked the girl in and kissed her before leaving for her own room.
	Evelyn laid in bed feeling the heat of sexual excitement pulsing
through her. Talking with her little girl, hearing what the child had to
say, learning that she had begun masturbating, it excited her. She felt
shame at thinking of her little girl in such a way but the images of her
daughter in the shower, or touching herself, continued to race through her
head. She slid her hand between her legs.
	A moan escaped Evelyn's lips when her fingers slipped over her
clit. She was wet, so wet she hardly needed to move past her clit before
her fingers were lubricated enough. She wanted to hate herself for
indulging a sexual arousal borne of her daughter, but the image of the
child touching herself was so pure and erotic.
	Evelyn felt the orgasm building almost as soon as she touched
herself. She massaged her clit, moving quickly, building to it.
	"Mom." Evelyn startled and pulled her hand away from her aching
clit.
	"Two more minutes." She whimpered.
	"I'm cold and I want to sleep with you."
	"Damnit." Evelyn pushed herself up in the bed and turned toward her
daughter standing in the door looking sheepish. "C'mon sweetie, climb in."
She held the covers up. Alex raced across the room and dove in to bed,
snuggling close to her mother.
	With her daughter's scent in her nostrils Evelyn found herself
experiencing a new height of sexual excitement. She was becoming more
frustrated with each passing moment.
	Evelyn draped her arm over her daughter, feeling dirty for doing
so. She stroked the girl's belly, something she had done a million times
before, but tonight she felt guilty. She swallowed hard, feeling her mouth
go dry as she slid her hand up to the girl's hip and began gently rubbing
her daughter's bottom.
	"That feels good." Alex whispered. She rolled slightly forward,
giving Evelyn more access to her behind. Hearing the girl's voice though
was such a shock that the woman faltered. She was trying to stop herself,
trying to force herself to roll over and go to sleep but she could not. She
stroked gently all the way up her daughter's back and then down to her
bottom. She let her fingers curl around Alex's butt cheeks, brushing
dangerously close to the child's sex.
	"Do you understand what we talked about tonight?" Evelyn asked. She
felt her daughter nod her head. "Am I bothering you." Alex shook her head
quickly.
	"It feels nice." The little girl said as she rolled on to her back,
leaving Evelyn's hand to come to rest on her sternum. She could just feel
one of the girl's puffy nipples under her wrist and realizing that sent a
shock though her. Cautiously, Evelyn moved her hand to the girl's belly and
began rubbing it. She let her hand slid under Alex's shirt. A shudder
passed through Evelyn when she felt her daughter's soft skin under her
fingers. "Are you cold?" The girl asked.
	"No sweetie." She leaned down and kissed Alex's forehead. She
kissed the girl's nose. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips gently on
her daughter's mouth, parting them, suckling the girl's bottom lip. Tears
were forming in her eyes. `You're not a pedophile!' She screamed at herself
in her mind, but that fact remained that she had never felt this
excited. Evelyn leaned back and looked down at her daughter, able to see
the girl's wide eyes in the light filtering in through the bedroom
window. `Oh god this is your little girl.' She plead with herself, begging
herself to stop.
	"I love you mom." Alex finally said.
	Evelyn fell on her daughter, pressing their lips together. She
kissed the girl tenderly, softly. Tentatively she pushed her tongue in to
her daughter's mouth and Alex parted her lips, welcoming her mother.
	A single tear, all of her frustration, her guilt and shame wrapped
up into a tiny droplet of water and salt, dripped from Evelyn's cheek to
her daughter's. Alex immediately pulled back and stared up at her
mother. "Why are you crying?" She asked. Evelyn sat up, shaking her head
and fighting the torrent behind her eyes. She tried to speak. She wanted to
tell the little girl to run, save herself, go back to her bed and hide from
the monster that she called mom. "Please don't stop." She said sounding so
small.
	Evelyn could not stop herself, again she found her lips pressed
against her daughter's. The tears streamed down her cheeks but she would
not stop. She stroked her little girl's belly and chest, the palm of her
hand brushed over Alex's nipples and she felt an shock of electricity run
through her.
	Alex moaned softly. She loved the way it felt when her mother
touched her tiny breasts. She felt warm, safe, and closer to her mother
than ever before. She broke the kiss and lay looking up at her mother with
a smile on her lips. "Are we going to have sex?" She asked, sounding so
innocent. Evelyn considered it carefully. The shame and guilt did nothing
to quell how natural and right it felt to let her love for her daughter
extend into the physical realm.
	"Are you scared?" Evelyn finally managed to ask.
	"A little."
	"Do you want me to stop?"
	"No." Alex's answer was so quick, so simple. It crumbled the few
barriers the woman had left. She was falling forward now, out of
control. Again she tasted her daughter's lips.
	Evelyn's hand was shaking, her belly was tight. In all of her life
she had never felt such excitement, nor such fear. She rolled the girl's
nipples between her fingers, then moved her hand in small circles around
the soft meaty parts of the girl's chest. The passion she felt for the
child was almost to much for her.
	Delicately, softly, with all of a mother's love, Evelyn slid her
hand down the girl's body and over her mound. Her hand encompassed the
child's sex and she pressed her middle finger between the girl's lips,
drawing it up and over her clit. Alex shivered and closed her eyes.
	"It didn't feel like this when I touched it." She whispered. If the
light had been only a little brighter Evelyn would have been able to see
the child blush.
	Alex's eyes drooped and she stared into the shadows of the bedroom
as her mother kissed down her throat and over her chest. She bit her bottom
lip as she felt her nipples sucked into Evelyn's mouth. A shudder ran
through her body when her mother's tongue swirled around it. She loved how
close she felt to her mom. She loved the sensations running through her.
	Almost afraid Evelyn sat up and gently began pulling at her
daughter's pajama bottoms. The girl obliged by lifting her bottom. The
woman then removed the girl's top and leaned down to kiss her again.
	Alex giggled softly when her mother tongued her belly button. The
woman was slowly making her way down the child's body, coming ever closer
to the child's swollen mound.
	Evelyn closed her eyes. Her cheek rested against Alex's mound. She
was about to cross the point of no return, about to step into a world she
was frighteningly ready to experience. The woman kissed over the girl's
mound, enjoying how soft and warm it felt. She moved herself between her
daughter's legs and leaned into her sex, shivering when the scent of the
child's excitement reached her.
	A gasp escaped Alex's lips when she felt her mother's mouth over
her sex. Her eyes fluttered and closed and her head fell lazily to the
side. Evelyn reached up and slid her index finger into her daughter,
curling it and gently tapping the spot just behind the pubic bone. The
magic button that she so dearly loved to have stimulated. She suckled the
girl's clit, running her tongue over it.
	Alex drew her legs up with a gasp. She had never imagine any
sensation like this. What her mother was doing now was far better than what
she had felt in the shower. She clenched her little fists on the bed,
pulling at the sheets. Her breath began to come quicker, shallower.
	Evelyn pressed her own aching sex into the mattress. She moved her
hips until her clit rubbed the bed with each movement she made. Waves of
pleasure coursed through her. She was finding it difficult to concentrate
on the girl, but some how managed to keep enough focus.
	Alex was rocking, pushing her sex towards her mother's mouth. She
wanted more. Fire seemed to dance on her skin and she could not help but
whimper and moan.
	The sensation, that feeling of warmth, a spinning ball of heat that
she had felt for the first time only that morning, began to build in her
belly again. Her behind felt warm and tingly and her clit was hardening.
	"Moooommyy!" She squealed, arching her back. She threw her head
back and her eyes flew open as an orgasm ripped through her.
	Evelyn could take no more. She pushed her sex hard against the
mattress as she suckled hard on her daughter's clit. Her own orgasm burst
from it's restraints sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. She
moaned, eliciting a shudder from her daughter as she did.
	Both exhausted, both tingling and dizzy, they laid holding one
another. "Thank you mommy." The girl said as she pressed her head against
her mother's chest.
	"You're not afraid?" Evelyn asked. She was a child molester now and
the shame of it overwhelmed her.
	"Not with you mom." Alex leaned up and kissed her mother's cheek.
	Alex fell asleep quickly. Evelyn laid next to her little girl,
holding her, stroking her, gently rubbing her back. She hated herself for
how natural it had felt, but she was finding it increasingly difficult to
be ashamed of expressing her love to her daughter sexually.