Date: Fri, 25 Dec 2015 01:48:09 +0100
From: mia.ireland@irelandmail.com
Subject: Midnight Clear

MIDNIGHT CLEAR
By Mia Ireland
lesbian, F/g, oral, anal

This story is a work of fiction. It contains sexual situations between an
adult woman and her underage daughter. If it is illegal or undesirable in
you world or in your mind, please don't read it.

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Amelia, 10
Her mama, Rebecca, 35.

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I can't remember a time my beautiful mama didn't softly, gently, cup my
cunt.

Only back then I called it my cunny, of course. Or my kitty when I did
stuff with my best friend Ellie.

We had such pretty, innocent words for it back then, before it became
sex. Before it became need.

Before it became our white hot craving and cunt.

My mama gave birth to me at 25, with the one man she dared to have sex
with. A quiet boy she met in college. His name was Jonathan, and they had
tea together in the student union, and had laughs together in the good
times, and for whatever crazy reason, Jonathan, who was gay, and my mama,
who was also gay, decided they should fuck each other to make sure they
weren't straight, and it turns out they weren't.

But it also turns out that they made me, which is equal parts my bad luck
and my good fortune. Because here I am, alive and well, fatherless and
proud. I am strong, sure, but I've never quite known if I'm a blessing or
an error.

But whatever I am, or whatever I was when I was 10, I still know how
amazingly good it felt when my mama cupped my cunny. And my mama, I know,
loved me very, very much. That much was clear.

There was never a time when she didn't hold my vagina with the most tender
of touches. Or if there was, I can't remember it. From my youngest age, I
would sit on her lap, naked and soft on the couch, both of nude, both of us
watching TV and cuddled under a big warm blanket, and my soft bottom would
always press into my mama's warm lap, her bare-shaved pussy, which was
always warm and inviting, completely naked like mine, never stubbly or
rough. She was so smoothly shaven, impeccably bare, that it was almost as
if she'd never grown up or grown hair in the first place.

"My baby," she'd whisper in my ear as I rubbed my butt back against her
slowly-spreading wetness. "My sweet baby girl."

I'd feel her spread herself. I'd know she was softly spreading, adjusting,
letting my soft bottom rub her where she needed to be rubbed.

And she'd reach down and cup her hand around my cunny, never penetrating me
with her finger, just softly cupping my mons, reaching down lower to cover
my taint, and the feeling would be safe and warm and glorious, and I would
slowly push my bare vagina up against her hand, softly rubbing and bucking
myself into her sweet, gentle cupping, as my naked bottom slid across the
wetness of her slit. Together we'd pleasure each other that way, until we
both slipped into shuddering, long, shivering, sweet completeness.

Later I'd go into the bathroom to go pee-pee, and the wetness of my mama's
sweet vagina, her fluid, her loving essence, her need for me, would still
be wet and sticky, like glazed afterlove, all over my tiny butt cheeks. I'd
reach back and rub it with my hand. I'd bring my hand up to my face and
smell it deeply and greedily. I loved the smell she left on my bottom. It
was soft and wet and good like her. I'd lick it off my hand. Gingerbread
spice I couldn't put a name to. It's flavor was so new to me. So strong and
so good. I was in love with the way my mama's pussy tasted years before my
lips ever touched it.

Then we made love. A few years later we started to love each other the way
lovers do. On Christmas eve. A midnight clear.

I was ten years old that Christmas eve my mama and I finally made love to
each other with our mouths and our hands and our fingers and our wet, bare
pussies rubbing together.

The cupping had gone on forever. The cuddling, the cupping, the slipping
and sliding and sitting in her lap. It was understood. It was what we
did. We sat together naked on the couch, and if she didn't cup my on her
own, I'd take her hand in mind and gently place it over my cunny, letting
her know I needed this. Letting her know it was always her time to cup me.

And even had ten, the night it started for real, we had already cupped as
we always did at night. She'd cupped me to my shivers and her wetness still
lingered on my bottom as she took me off to sleep and tucked me in my
princess bed, with promises of Santa Claus who I did not still believe in,
and promises of her warm love tomorrow, which I did.

But I had bad dreams that night, mean reindeers and bad Grinches, and I
silently slipped into her bed down the hall, naked and trembling, cold and
little, needing her warmth and her comfort.

"Shhh, baby girl," she sleep-whispered, drawing me to her naked body. I
reveled in her closeness. She smelled good, like baby lotion and
apricots. Cocoa butter and peppermint. Christmas carols were playing on her
radio. It came upon a midnight clear.

"Scary dream," I whispered, looking into her eyes. Bringing my hands up to
touch her face. To frame her nearness like I've always done since I was a
very little girl. Holding her face in my hands to confirm her stability.

"Shhh," she said, kissing my nose, and then my eyelids. "Sleep with mama
tonight." And then she kissed me again on the lips, on the mouth. And I
kissed her back on the lips, on the mouth. And then we were kissing. And
then the world broke open into spiral beauty, and we were kissing and
kissing like never before.

My mama and I had never kissed like this, like grown-ups kiss, alive and
wanting. I heard a soft sound that confused me, but I realized it was me,
moaning into her mouth. Her hands reached down to cup my bottom. My hand
reached forward to cup her cunny, bare and hot and wet already. This time I
cupped my mama's cunt. Her wetness felt good on the skin of my hand.

She reached down to cup mine, still kissing me.

"No, mama," I whispered, urging her past her own innocence. Her desire not
to hurt me. "Like this."

I reach down and extended her finger and touched it to myself. To my
slit. To my clitty. To the place I touched myself in my own bed. I loved my
mama. I wanted her in me.

"Baby girl," she whispered, hesitating.

"Please, mama," I asked her. "Please. Like this."

I pressed her finger into me. My slit. My hole. My private sweet places.

"Please, mama. Inside me."

Mama kissed me with a whimper in her voice and she steadily,
slowly-at-first, but eagerly-after, fingered my wet, aching cunny. Oh, God,
it felt so good to have her touch me this way. To finally enter me. Touch
me this way.

I squeezed her cunny with my hand, and soon my fingers were entering her
too. She was slippery, and pushed back against me. We whimpered and kissed
together. Nothing could be this good. Nothing ever. This felt so
right. Please, God. Please, Baby Jesus. Make this Christmas Eve last
forever.

Mama pulled her hand away. I moaned wanting more.

"Do you trust me, Ammy?" she said, kissing my eyelids.

I nodded yes. I trusted her with everything.

"Come up to my face, baby," she coaxed me, helping me straddle her chest,
her beautiful soft breasts. She brought my tiny frame up to her face, so my
cunny was laid open before her. My gateway pressing into the soft folds of
her lips.

And oh, how I arched my back and my neck raised prayerfully to the sky as
my mama's soft tongue started dancing through my labia, my perineum, my
shivering anus. I never thought of being kissed there before! Or licked
there before! Was this okay? Could this really happen?

I felt her beautiful tongue licking me everywhere. My cunny and my
butthole. My clean places. My nasty places. Places no one had ever licked
before. Places I'd never dreamed I'd be kissed on! I shuddered and seized,
I shivered and came, twitching and gasping and grinding out my joy into my
mama's face, crying out loud in the night, a whine, a joy, bucking onto my
tongue with the shivery dampness of my grateful excitement.

I was so hungry for my mama. I was so hungry to taste her now. It's all I
wanted. My body was desperate for her completely. To taste her every
flavor.

"Now yours, mama," I begged with shaky breath. "Please, mama. Let me, too."

"Baby," she started. "You don't have to. You don't – "

I shushed her with my fingertip and I turned around on top of her. I laid
my cunny back on her face, but then buried my own face in the heat of her
wetness, her hot sweet triangle. And oh God. So sweet! So sweet!

The taste was overwhelming. Hot and rich and familiar from how I'd licked
it off my hand, but now it was wild and wet and directly on my mouth. And I
don't know if I did it right, but I sucked her, and I licked her, and I
tasted her in all the beautiful ways she tasted me, and I felt myself
crying it felt so good to taste her like this, to know her like this.

I tasted her cunny and tears. Sweet Christmas tears for the beautiful,
strong nearness of her. I tasted the copper of her skin folds on my
tongue. The cinnamon-nutmeg brandy of her heartbeat, so much stronger than
mine. So much better.

It tasted like mine, her pussy flavor. We tasted the same. But hers was
wilder. Richer. Deeper and more grown-up. She moaned. Her back arched. She
pressed her thighs together trapping my head as her body twisted up from
the mattress.

My little fingers explored her everywhere. As I locked my mouth around my
mama's sweet cunny, sucking her hungrily with no possibility of stopping,
my fingers reached up to explore her inside. Her hole and her clitty. Her
tight-button anus, which I pushed against and felt my wet finger slip in,
wet with her pussy juice and slippery with her own lubrication. She hissed
when my finger penetrated her special place. I licked her, and kissed her
and put my fingers in her, everywhere, wherever they could go.

She was pulling me away. Lifting me up away from her.

"No mama," I begged. "Don't make me stop."

"Kiss me, baby," she said, grabbing my head and making me come up for
air. "Kiss mama, Ammy."

I came up sad. So sad to be away from her mama flavors, but I did what she
said. I came up to her face. She wrapped her arms around me and I kissed
her some more.

I could taste my own cunny on her tongue and she could taste hers on
mine. We kissed as the Christmas carols played, tasting each other's sweet,
shared cunny flavor. It came upon a midnight clear. That glorious song of
old.

"Baby, wrap your legs in mine, like this, like scissors."

She adjusted herself around me. Showed me what to do. Our legs
intertwined. It was so easy. So natural. I thought that she'd invented it.

Our wet pussies touched.

It was electric.

Hotness, wetness, bareness together.

Naked, slippery, rubbing our pussies. Oh! So good! I gasped!

Our cunny juices were mingling, the two of us rubbing and pushing against
each other, arching, gasping, shuddering! Oh, so shivery!

Mama came!

She cried out loud and gasped my name.

"Ammy!"

She came! Pressing her pussy against mine, I could feel even more wetness
cascade from her as she shook and shivered.

"So good," she whispered, biting at my lower lip. Nipping it. Sucking it
into her mouth. "Ammy, so good."

She flipped me to my back. She lifted my knees up. Pushed my knees up like
I was going to have a baby, and put her face between my legs and sucked me
greedily. Hard. Pushed her tongue so far up into my hole I thought I would
cry out from the heaven of it.

Locked her mouth around my little hard clit, and sucked it until I
quivered, and buckled, and grabbed her head and mashed her to my cunny as I
jerked uncontrollably and I came all over her face.

"Mama," I cried as she tasted my love shakes. "Mama, I love you. So much,
so much."

I pulled her head back up to me, she cuddled me, held me to her chest. I
nuzzled into her neck. Kissed its soft warm saltiness. Swallowed her sweaty
rivulets. Worked my way lower to her perfect breast and nursed on her
nipple, which was already hard the moment my mouth wrapped around it.

I lay there in the moonlight of Christmas, nursing on my beautiful mama.

I reached down and cupped her cunny. She reached down and cupped mine, and
we fell asleep like that, captured in time, shivering and satisfied until
warmth and exhaustion lulled us to sleep.

From angels bending to the earth, to touch their harps of gold.

A Christmas eve. A midnight clear.

A brand new song for my mama and me.

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Merry Christmas, friends.
Love, Mia.

Ammy also appears in
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/lesbian/young-friends/we-played-uno
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