Date: Wed, 16 Oct 2002 17:26:38 EDT
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: Jill's Heart ch1

    July. It was pretty hot, and humid. Jill sat at the
kitchen table in her usual summer nightwear, her ex-husband's
XXL Giants t-shirt, and plain cotton panties underneath. She
was still hot. "I don't think this air-conditioner works very
well." She stared at her cards. "Got any fives?"
    Her daughter tapped small fingers on the tabletop.
    "Gwen? Fives?"
    Gwen looked up distractedly. Her red hair was slightly
frizzy in the heat. "Wait. I have to call somebody." And she
bounced from the table to the counter and dialled.
    Jill sighed. This was the third attempt this evening.
She wondered what her Gwen was going through. She had an idea,
but knew well enough to lay low until Gwen decided to talk. Or
not. She idly sifted her cards and observed her daughter twist
the cord and listen. At fourteen, Gwen could pass for twelve,
or eleven even. Hardly a breast to speak of under that little
tank top, and her hips were slim as a boy's. The red hair was
so adorable, it never failed to tug at Jill's heart. It made
such a contrast with her pale skin. She looked at Gwen's
coltish legs. So smooth, so well-formed. Very sexy in those
loose-legged tennis shorts.
    Alright, enough of THAT, Jill thought to herself. She
turned back to the table and sipped her Coke.
    Gwen put the phone down and stuck her tongue out at it.
Jill pretended not to notice. The girl fell back into her chair
and picked up her cards, expressionless.
    "Gwen?"
    "Hmm?" Such big blue eyes.
    "Fives?"
    Gwen looked at her cards. "Go fish."
    Jill took a card. As she put down a set, she said, "Who
was that?"
    "Nobody." Gwen leaned back in her chair and bounced her
knee up and down. She sighed. "It was suPPOSEd to be Patti, but
she's not home. I guess."
    "You guess?"
    "Well." Gwen's chair came down and she sipped her own
Coke. "I thought she was gonna come over tonight, but. . ." And
her lower lip stuck out just a little.
    Jill leaned in to her. "Oh, honey," she touched her
daughter's cheek. "She probably had to do something. You know
her Mom." Gwen made a face. "She's probably out helping her
sell her Mary Kay or something." Gwen wrinkled her button nose.
    "Yeah. . ." Gwen's eyes stayed on her mother's. "Mom?"
    "What, hon?" Jill watched her daughter's face redden,
her lips tighten.
    Gwen shook her head, looked down at her cards. "Naah.
Nothing." She concentrated fiercely. "Is it my turn?"
    Jill sat back, sighed. "I think so, yes."
    "Ummmm. . .got any. . .were you and Laura, like,
friends before. . ."
    "Uh-huh," Jill nodded.
    Gwen digested this. "How long?"
    "Ohhh, maybe. . .a year. Or two? No, wait. About. . .a
year and a half, I guess."
    "Before. . ."
    "Before. . .we became lovers, yes." Quite odd to say
this to her daughter, though they had discussed it in a
peripheral way in the past. Jill was aware of her daughter's
laser stare.
    "Hm." Gwen continued to stare.
    Jill's brow rose. "Why?"
    Her daughter's eyes got wide. She shook her head
slowly. "Just. . ." She looked down at her cards. A pause. "Got
any queens?"
    Jill smiled. "Go. Fish."
    Gwen took a card, and grinned. THERE's my girl, thought
Jill. "I got a queen, I got a queen. . ." the girl chanted.
    "Well, La-di-da, Miss Thing, you got a queen.
Woop-di-doo," mocked her mother lightly.
    "Mom?" Gwen was serious again.
    "Yes?"
    "Can I ask you a really serious question?"
    "Of course you can, sweetie."
    Gwen flushed again, breathed deeply, and dove in. "What
happened. . .that made you NOT friends anymore?"
    "Laura? We ARE friends, honey. What makes you think
we're not friends?"
    "No, no, no." Gwen waved her small hand in front of her
face like a little child. "I mean. . .what happened that. .
.made you MORE than friends?" The look on her face now was so
adorable. Half afraid, half avidly curious. Half proud of
actually having asked the question!
    Jill watched all this, and while melting inside, was
also hesitant. "Ohhh, honey. . ." She put her cards down.
"Honey, that's. . .real grownup stuff, Gwenny."
    "I know, but. . .I really want to know. Really."
    Jill stared at her serious, blossoming little girl. She
sighed. "The thing is, hon. . ." How to say this? "The thing is
that. . .that kind of thing. . .hmmm." She took another sip of
her drink. Put it down. Gwen watched. "OK, here's the thing. I
get . . .quite aroused when I talk about anything like that."
    "Aroused?"
    Jill smiled, rolled her eyes. "Turned on. Sex-ually
ex-cited."
    Gwen's eyes widened.
    "And so I don't think it's a good idea for me to be. .
.to tell you things like that."
    "Why not?"
    "Because you're my DAUGHter, that's why not!"
    "But you told me all about my period."
    "I know." Jill was very confused. And getting horny
already. To tell or not to tell. And now to know her daughter
would know she was horny! Oh dear.
    "And this is so important to me!"
    "Why?"
    Gwen blushed hugely this time. Her eyes seemed to glow.
"It just is," she murmured.
    A pause.
    "Alright."
    "Yaaaay!!"
    "But wait, wait now." I don't want you just gabbing
about this with any of your friends, right?" Gwen nodded. "I
mean it." Another nod. "Unless you find someone sometime who
you can talk about it to seriously. As a couple. Okay?"
     Gwen blushed again, and smiled. "Okay."
    "Okay." Jill took a deep breath and shifted in her
chair."What happened that made Laura and me more than friends.
. ." She smiled. "Well, that's easy. We fell in love with each
other. But you want to know what HAPPened, right?"
    Gwen nodded, rapt.
    "Right. Well, Laura and I met in college, as you know.
. .and she was fun, we hung out a lot, went to parties, and
concerts and stuff. She came to Grandma's Christmas party one
year, and I stayed at her house for a few, like, Spring Breaks.
And one time when I was over for Spring Break, she had her
father's car. And it was really cool, it was a Mercedes, so we
were like EuroBroads, you know, jazzin down the "strip". But
there wasn't really a strip-- we drove around the parking lot
of a mall in the sticks. Put on sunglasses. . ." She chuckled
at the thought. Gwen smiled.
    "And it got kind of late, and Laura said did I want to
go up the Mountain, check out Lover's Lane. Bust up some
illicit affairs, maybe they'd think we were the Secret Service.
So we drove up, and parked, but no one else was there. And we
joked around for awhile, and then just looked out over the
town. And we were quiet."
    A pause. Jill absently rubbed her belly over the
t-shirt and stared at the table. Gwen watched her mother's
face, her mouth slightly open.
    "I think I just said, 'This is so neat,' or something,
and we looked at each other." Jill swallowed. "We looked at
each other soo long. It felt like hours, just. . .looking. I
felt like I was just. . .falling right through her eyes. . . "
     Jill shifted, made a small noise. Sighed. "I saw her
starting to kind of come back, or go away, or whatever. Her
mouth was trying to make a joke again, trying to smile. And she
said, 'No makin out tonight, I guess.' Still looking right at
me. And I said, and I don't know WHERE this came from, or how I
had the nerve. . .I said, "Want to make out?" No joke, boy. I
was serious. And part of my brain was saying, Oh, great, now
you lost your best friend. But she looked at me, and her smile
went away, and she nodded her head!"
    Gwen giggled, smiling, nodding.
    Jill looked at her and laughed. "I could have died
right then. I won! And I didn't even know I was playing!!" She
took a sip of Coke, just becoming aware of how erect her
nipples were. She put down the Coke and folded her arms across
her chest.
    Gwen watched her mother.
    Another pause.
    Jill spread her arms. "And there you have it."
    "MOM!"
    "What?"
    "You know!! What happened then??"
    Jill sighed, and slid her butt down the chair. Her
t-shirt rode to high thigh. "OhhhhwaAAAAAAHH! I knew I
shouldn't have started this!" She crossed her arms over her
head.
    Gwen pulled her chair closer. "Mom. Please. Finish."
    Jill let her arms down. Looked at her flushed daughter.
And actually got a whiff of something, something sexual -- her
daughter's excitement. Oh, my God. I don't know what's
happening here. Looking into her beautiful daughter's eyes, her
red hair framing the soft, serious face. Alright. Go for it.
Whatever it is. I love her madly, that's all I know.
    "Well. We kissed. And it was everything I'd ever
dreamed of, but 100 times that. I didn't know how it could be.
I didn't know. . .how wonderful it could be. Kissing. And
kissing. Oh my God, we made out so long my lips were sore. And.
. .I'm going to tell you everything, now. . . I just loved to .
. .touch her. Her face, her hands, her. . .breasts, her vagina,
yes. Her bottom. All over. Even. . ."
    "What?"
    Sigh. "Even her . . .secret place, we used to call it.
In her bottom. . ."
    "You didn't get poopie?"
    Jill smiled. "No, honey. We were very clean young
ladies." A pause.
    "And. . .did she. . .touch you?"
    "Oh my yes, she was, she IS, a very good. . .toucher,
and. . .kisser, and. . . well, she's good at a lot of things."
A pause.  "Hooo. . ." She looked at her daughter. "Is that
good, honey? Does it answer your question?"
    Gwen nodded shyly. They looked at each other. "Thank
you, Mom."
    "Oh honey, you're welcome. I'm sorry I was so. . .weird
about it."
    They smiled at each other awkwardly.
    Jill picked up her cards. "You want to finish this
game?" Gwen nodded. "Okay, who the hell's turn is it? Oh yeah,
you had woowoo queens. So. . .any sevens?"
    "Go fish."
    "Ah well." Jill reached for her empty soda. "I need
something to drink. You want any?"
    "Nah." Jill got up. "Mom?" Jill turned. Gwen stood and
put her little arms around her mother's waist. She murmured
into her chest. "I love you."
    "MMmm. . ." Jill was melting. She felt her daughter's
head graze her nipple. "I love you too, sweetheart." Gwen let
go and sat back down.

    Jill opened the refrigerator and peered in, murmured
"rats!", then again to herself, "Did I buy. . .?" Then she
opened the pantry and leaned in to search. The Coke was
apparently hidden in back on a lower shelf, so she bent down to
retrieve it. It took a few moments of moving and shifting.  And
she WAS only a few feet away from where Gwen sat, staring.
Cards in hand, the little girl sat agog at the sight of her
mother's very womanly bottom, the t-shirt hiked at her waist,
straining against the somewhat loose and worn white cotton
panties. In fact, what stilled Gwen, almost took her breath
away, was the way Jill's panties were askew on her smooth, soft
bottom, opening up to Gwen's abashed and eager view a glimpse
of trim dark fur and the beginning curve of the lip of her
mother's plump sex. It was a rosy hue, and a little shiny. Jill
rose, and turned. Gwen hurriedly looked down at her cards.
    "Hey. . . were you cheating?" Jill smiled, raising an
eyebrow. Gwen blushed furiously, stammering, "N-no!" She felt
hot, knew she was red as a beet, and looked down again. Jill
stared, curious.
    "What, honey? What's wrong?" Gwen continued to blush
violently. She looked up, saw her mother's concerned face. She
squirmed in her chair, embarrassed.
    "Is it about what I said? Oh --"
    "It's kind of. . .no, not really, it's just . . .it's
stupid. Really. Ohh," the little girl sighed, feeling so young,
so like a little girl. "You're just so, . . .so, pretty, so
grown UP! I feel so stupid, like I am so stupid, you should be
with Real People, like, not like me, I'm just. . . you know,
I'm little, I'm just a stupid little kid."  She looked down at
her cards.
    Jill stared at her. "Hey." Gwen looked up. "I am with
real People." She touched her hand to Gwen's hot cheek and sat
down next to her. "I like you. I'm not being your MOM or
anything. I like being your friend. You, silly. We can just
hang out." She smiled. "I can be with anyone I want. And I want
to be with you. Okay?"
    Gwen looked sideways at her on the couch, liking the
feel of her mother's hand on her face.  She attempted a smile.
A dimple appeared. "Okay."
    "Okay," said Jill. "Good." She was still lightly
stroking Gwen's warm cheek as she tilted her head, her eyes
narrowing. "Hmmm. . .I was telling my story, and then we were
just playing along here and all of a sudden you're telling me
that I'm too old to be hanging out with you. I wonder what
that's all about?"
    "Oh, GOD!" Gwen covered her face, stifling a muffled
squeak.
    Jill squinted. She reached around to Gwen's bare
underarms, and tickled. Gwen howled. "What? You have to tell
me!" Another tickle under her daughter's bare underarms (which,
Jill noticed, were slick with sweat like her own). Gwen
shrieked.

    "I have WAYS of making you talk!"
    "NO! NO! Stop, really! AHH, Stop, please!!" Gwen
twisted away and dove, laughing, onto the sofa, where she
curled into a foetal position. Her mother flipped her onto her
back, and sat astride her little girl's loose-shorts-clad
waist. She leaned over, her long brown hair tickling Gwen's
face. They breathed heavily, grinning at each other.
    "Now." Jill's face was wild in the shadow of her hair.
"You have to tell me." Gwen giggled and squirmed and her mother
grabbed a wrist in each hand. "Nope, you're not getting away
from me, little girl."
    Gwen whined, "Nothing!", squirming, and felt Jill's
thighs grip her, felt the heat from between the woman's legs on
her own young pudendum. Gwen sighed. Her mother leaned in and
playfully touched nose to nose. "Not nothing." She leaned up
again. "Come on. What?"
     "Your bottom," the little girl muttered.
    Jill's eyes widened. "My bottom?"
    "Your bottom. " Gwen felt her face redden. She shouted,
"your Bottom, your Bottom!"
    Jill stared down at her little girl, at her
heart-shaped, pretty elfin face, at the small bumps protruding
from her little tank-top, the smooth white skin of her firm
tummy. She raised her eyebrows and lightly flexed her ass
cheeks against Gwen's shorts. She felt so horny she was dizzy.
    "You mean this?" Gwen giggled and nodded.
    Jill continued to gaze down at her daughter and slowly,
slowly began to gyrate on Gwen's lap. The girl's loose, saggy
shorts were starting to inch down her legs.
      "What about my bottom?"
    The little girl felt the warm pressure of her mother's
bottom against her, and felt her own bottom flex and lift
slightly in response. She felt strange, kind of lightheaded and
happy, but in a sneaky kind of way. Looking at Jill's hazel
eyes on her, feeling her warmth pressing against her . . . Gwen
felt warm and kind of hungry down there herself. Her mother
leaned in closer, so that her daughter was enveloped in a musky
tent of her thick hair, their faces close within the curtain.
She whispered, "What about my bottom?"
    "Um. . ." Gwen whispered, ". . .I was um, . . . looking
at your. . .bottom when you. . .," and as she spoke Jill slowly
pulsed herself against her little girl, flexing her soft
bottom, languidly pressing her own liquefying sex gently into
the little girl's soft and yielding lap, feeling Gwen's shorts
moving, feeling the little girl's warmth beneath her own
panties.
    Slide, push. Jill breathed, "Uh-huhh. . . and what did
you see?" Slide, push.
    ". . . um. . . I saw. . .um. . .ooh. . ." A little
soft, strong jet of something wonderful pulsed through Gwen's
secret place deep into her tummy. It made her dizzy.
    Jill saw this, and it made her come. She gasped
lightly, then whispered again into her dear little girl's
glowing face, "Does this feel good, honey?"

    Gwen nodded, murmured, "Mm-hmm. . ."
    "I'm glad. . ." Slide, push. "Do you want me to stop?"
    "No, no, please. Don't stop, Mommy." Oh gosh, it did
feel good. Gwen looked deeply into her mother's eyes as they
slowly moved. "Mommy?" in a small voice.
    "What, little love?"
    "I really like doing this with you." Gwen whispered.
    Jill smiled. "Me too." Slide, pushhh. "Tell me, Gwenny.
Tell me what you saw, honey." Jill inhaled the breath of
awakening heat. She stared into Gwen's glazing young eyes,
inches away, and breathed to her little open lips, "Did you see
my secret place?"
    The little girl was beginning to float now, the
wonderful scary hot heart feelings in her little vagina and her
whole body becoming constant now, and building. She gazed into
her mother's beautiful, loving eyes, felt the continuing warm
wave of her soft body moving, gliding on her own young sex, and
nodded solemnly, joyfully.
    "Oh, honey, I'm so glad," breathed Jill. "I'm glad you
saw my secret place. It's my own, special, wonderful place, and
I want you to see it. Only you. You're so special to me, my
dear Gwen." She kissed the girl's forehead. "Is that okay?"
Gwen's eyes widened slightly, and she nodded. She then clumsily
kissed her mother's chin, and lay back, blushing.
    Jill smiled. "Thank you, my love. Because you are, you
know. Do you know that? Do you know how much you mean to me?"
     The older woman breathed the question into Gwen's open
mouth, then softly kissed the little bee-stung lips one at a
time on her open mouth, top lip-kiss- then lower lip - kiss--
Jill lingered at this lower lip, gently sucking.  She moved her
head back, just enough to look into her little girl's glassy,
yearning eyes.  Gwen pressed her little bottom up again as her
mother kissed her, this time a long, deep, soft and hungry
kissing, as the younger girl felt herself swallowed and
swallowing, opening her little mouth wide and wider to allow
Jill's sweet soft tongue to glide and burrow into her. It was
getting too wonderful. She heard a high-pitched little moan,
and another, and another, and realized it was herself.
    Jill gently pulled away, and sat down off of her
daughter. She smiled,  breathless at the picture before her:
Gwen, her soft red hair all ahoo, her arms still open in the
act of embracing, her mouth still open and wet from kissing,
and her shorts almost down to her knees. Her white panties were
also bunched down, showing the beginning swell and cleft of her
rosy, chafed pudendum.
    Gwen opened her eyes, and saw her mother smiling down
at her. In a very little-girl voice, she said, "What are you
doing?  Why did you stop?" Jill smiled. At this moment, Gwen
looked more like eight than fourteen.
    "You are so beautiful. . .I have such a beautiful
daughter. . ." She lay her hand calmly on Gwen's clad little
pussy. The girl looked down at her skewed pants, and her
mother's hand, and smiled. Jill gently stroked the small rise,
and Gwen breathed in.
    "Gwenny? Can I ask you for something?"
    The little girl looked concerned. "Oh, Mom, yes, yes,
anything. What?"
    The older woman continued to stroke her daughter's
underpants over her vagina. "Can you . . .show me your secret
place, too?"
    It struck the little girl as so adorable to see her
worldly mother, who'd breast-fed her, for gosh sakes! looking
at her almost bashfully as she asked this, that Gwen lost her
shyness for a moment and sat up to hug Jill's arm. "Yes, yes,
yes," she whispered fiercely into her Mom's arm. "I want you
to, too." She looked up into Jill's eyes. "I do. I want you
to---" and she was suddenly shy again, " --- to see me too."
And the little girl flung herself back onto the sofa.
     Jill laughed. "Oh, Gwen. I have to kiss you again."
And she leaned in to thrust her tongue greedily into the little
girl's mouth, as Gwen herself responded just as hungrily,
wrapping her arms around the older woman's neck.
    And as they kissed, Jill's hand moved down her
daughter's bare, white tummy, then slid beneath the girl's
panty elastic top to touch her humid little bare pussy. A small
electric shock ran through Gwen which expressed itself in a
short cry through her nose, as she was still deeply kissing.
    Jill's long tapered fingers slid wetly down the groove
of Gwen's little pussy, and she began to knead and fondle the
slick folds, her knuckles making a small tent of her daughter's
white panties.
    Now Gwen was writhing, bucking and twisting to her
mother's ministrations, and mewling a drawn-out cry through her
nose, as the woman and little girl french-kissed passionately.
Jill suddenly broke the kiss, but continued to finger her
daughter, to watch her orgasm. She watched Gwen as the girl
looked almost betrayed to be denied the kiss, then her mouth
opened wide in wonder. In a shaky whisper: "Is this . . .
touching?"
    "Yes, my love."
    Gwen began to cry."Oh-oh-oh, Mommy, what's happening to
me? Ohh! Mommmm!! OhhhhhHHH!!!"
    When she had calmed (as Jill kissed her gently all over
her face,) her mother said, "And now you're a woman, too."
    Gwen's eyes shone with happiness. Then she frowned.
"But I have to show you."
    Jill laid a finger to her lips and shushed her. "Come."