Date: Fri, 7 Aug 2015 22:43:01 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jeffrey Cunningham <jsc3848@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sunshine Secrets (Lesbian, Fgg, ped, inc, panties)

SUNSHINE SECRETS

Julianne found them by following their shrieking giggles, slipping out the
back door and there they were. The two girls raced across the lawn, their
short colorful sundresses breezing around behind them, Mandy's brown curls
bouncing like springs above her teal dress, and Claire's long golden
tresses trailing down the back of her pink one. They were engaged in some
kind of chasing game where each capture involved a lot of tickling and
laughing and wriggling. She watched them play for a minute while she
slipped off her shoes, wanting to be barefoot like them. Then she stepped
off the patio and into the backyard.

When they spotted her they stumbled to a stop and watched her approach,
panting, a few stray chuckles still bubbling up.

"Hi, lovelies," Julianne greeted with a big smile, cupping a cute little 10
year old face in each hand.

"Hi, Miss Bowers," Mandy answered.

"Hi, Mommy," Claire said.

"You two having fun?"

"Yeah," Claire replied.

"It's kinda hot and sweaty out here," Mandy said, wiping her brow for
effect.

Julianne looked up to feel the afternoon sun on her face, "It is warm, but
it feels nice, I think." She ran her fingers down Mandy's arm, which did
have a sheen of perspiration on it. "Slippery bodies can be more fun to
touch, you know?"

Mandy shifted and smiled, and looked to Julianne's daughter. Their eyes
danced with a thrilling possibility. They both bounced a little.

She let the girls share their silent exchange, then offered, "So, do you
want to go back in and turn up the AC?"

Mandy and Claire glanced around her to the sliding glass door, disdainful.

"Or, do you want to do some sunning with me down in the green?"

Claire nodded. Mandy made a happy, "Ooo!"

"Come on then, pretties," Julianne said and the two trailed behind her as
they made their way through her big, leafy backyard, following the slope of
the lawn rolling gently down hill toward a group of trees which marked the
bottom of her property.

On the way, Claire said, "I'm a little sweaty too, Mommy."

"That's fine, sweetie," Julianne answered. "We'll find a way to cool off."

It was quiet for a few steps, then Mandy blurted, "Are you gonna play with
us?"

Over her shoulder, she said, "Well I don't know. Were you two good while I
was at the store?"

Their reply came in adorable unison, "Yes."

"And if I ask Eva if you behaved, she'll agree with you, right?"

"Yes."

Julianne smirked. She'd spoken to Eva already. The teen from next door was
always happy to make a few bucks watching the girls for a few hours. And
from her haltingly detailed report, they'd been no trouble, although the
behavior Eva had seen couldn't exactly be described as 'good.'

"And do you both want me to play with you now?"

The girls burst with fresh giggles, and dashed ahead, onto the trail into
the trees and out of sight. Julianne sauntered after them, relishing her
own anticipation, and the delicious tease of making the ten year olds wait.

She turned onto the narrow trail herself, winding through dappled shade out
of sight of every house, even her own, the hedges and trees thick all
around. Emerging from the short path, she stepped onto the green, a large
circular clearing covered in a layer of well-kept bentgrass. Julianne's
ex-husband had this area especially landscaped as a putting green, and
she'd gone to pains to keep it up, although the golf cup was gone, replaced
with an intricate brass sundial in the center, a long bench on one side and
a hammock on the other.

She found the girls there, whispering into one another's ears, back and
forth, sharing excited secrets. They glanced sidelong at her as they did.

With the rich golden summer sun drenching it, the green was so tranquil, so
secluded. This place was her sanctuary, an escape from the pressures of her
life. She'd only recently allowed Mandy and Claire to join her, and they
still felt special to be here. They should, Julianne thought. For her, this
was a sacred space, and she was its high priestess, its goddess. She
behaved however she felt here – and among the green and the sunshine she
savored her feeling of natural, instinctive power. Nothing was allowed to
happen on the green that didn't please her.

She took an almost regal pose when she opened her hands and said, "Come
here, lovelies."

The pair approached and stood side by side where she indicated, looking up
at her expectantly. Julianne reached to her waist and undid her jeans,
gracefully slipping them off, first this leg, then that. Mandy and Claire
stared at her bare legs, then up to her coral bikini cut
panties. Julianne's tan was golden and completely even; laying out nude had
been one of her favorite pastimes this summer.

As she knelt down on the cool, fine grass, Claire quietly said, "You're so
pretty, Mommy."

"You're just as pretty to me," Julianne replied, "both of you," and then
leaned to her daughter's face and closed her mouth over the little girl's
in a slow, loving kiss. Claire's mouth opened with animated delight to
taste her mother's, and Julianne heard a gratified little chuckle from
Mandy at she looked on.

Parting, Julianne stroked Claire's amazed face, reminding the mother of how
her daughter had looked that first time last winter, when her daughter had
shown her the way she made herself feel so good down there. Julianne had
watched dumbstruck as her nine year old had stood before her and brazenly
masturbated for her benefit. As a mother, her confusion had been total. She
couldn't believe this had occurred so suddenly – who expects their
prepubescent daughter to be playing with themselves, let alone willing to
share it?

She'd felt a reflexive jolt of embarrassment at Claire's openly erotic
display, but at the same time she didn't want to stop her and risk shaming
the girl. There was another impulse that kept her from stopping her
daughter in her self-pleasure, one so forbidden she didn't dare look at it
closely, even though it had felt so terribly strong and coursed hotly all
through her body. She had been a mess. If only she'd had time to prepare
for this moment.

Instead, she'd been paralyzed. So she'd sat there, with these feelings
crashing inside her, and had watched Claire's increasingly passionate
masturbation. She had seen the expressions of sexual pleasure on her
adorable, innocent face as her daughter had rubbed her smooth pink pussy to
a trembling, whimpering orgasm.

There'd followed a brief conversational exchange, and Julianne could
vaguely recall her dazed acceptance of what her daughter had done. Claire
had asked a couple of questions which her mother had been too uncomfortable
to truthfully answer, and then her daughter had approached and pushed up
her mommy's nightgown. Julianne couldn't remember when her thighs had
spread open, but she remembered Claire standing between them, her little
hand reaching out and exploring her mother's trimmed pussy, her face
burning with equal parts curiosity, excitement, and wonder.

And then her daughter had starting to touch her swollen, soaked cunt in
earnest. And Julianne had let her. She had let little Claire share the
delicious feelings with her, she'd let her nine year old masturbate her, to
love her sex, to commit incest with her. Those impulses she'd felt watching
her daughter play with herself had run wild, taken over. And when Claire
brought her to a humping, mind-melting orgasm, Julianne could see the
delighted amazement on her daughter's face as she'd watched it happen,
knowing that her Mommy liked having her cootie touched too, knowing that
her rubbing could make her Mommy have the big happy feeling, just like her.

As she'd looked at her naked daughter, still poised between her spread,
quivering legs, her bliss-drenched brain had sparked a passionate love for
beautiful little Claire that she'd never imagined she could feel.

Now it was six months later, and her desire for her child, and recently
Claire's best friend Mandy, had only grown, becoming more intense and
accepted with each new playtime. She was continually surprised by the
girls' sexual joy and appetite, and how selfless they were in wanting to
share pleasure as much as receive it. But then she reflected on her own
budding lust when she was their age, and how quickly she'd been shamed and
cautioned out of expressing it. If she'd been free, would she have been
like them?

Her thoughts and arousal left her feeling dazed as the loving mother ran
her fingertips over her daughter's happy face. Julianne's body thrummed,
she could feel her panties dampening. She turned her attention to Mandy,
their eyes locked and Julianne watched the girl's face light up with
overwhelming joy.

Suddenly her daughter reached out and gently shoved her friend's
shoulder. This broke Mandy's trance and the girl glanced over at Claire,
who squinted her eyes and nodded meaningfully at her mom. Mandy's eyebrows
went up in question.

"Go on," Claire said to her in a growly whisper, "Ask her."

Julianne scooted a little closer to Mandy, placed a fingertip on the chest
of the girl's teal dress, and began making lazy figure eights over the
adorable pads of her immature breasts. Mandy's nipples strained into the
lightweight fabric. With a curious grin, she said, "Ask me what, sweetie?"

The girl's face was alive with nervous happiness as she stammered, "Do you
think... I mean, could I... can I, can I call you Mommy, too?"

Julianne's stunned heart melted a little when she heard that. She glanced
at her daughter, then back to Mandy. She thought she might well up, it was
so sweet.

Mandy must've taken her pause for reticence because she immediately
blurted, "I mean, just when we're out here, you know, when we play. Just
for pretend."

She put her hands on the girl's shoulders and looked deep into her brown
eyes. "I would love for you to call me that."

Mandy bounced with delight, a great beaming smile on her face. Julianne
heard her daughter clap her hands together. Julianne moved one hand from
Mandy's shoulder and traced her finger long the lower lip of that sweet
smile. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

The girl giggled excitedly, nodding, "Uh-huh!"

Julianne sidled even closer to her little admirer and purred, "Then why
don't you ask me?"

Mandy suddenly understood the game and gushed a bit before she managed,
"Mommy, please kiss me. Please, Mommy?"

The attractive mother obediently wrapped her lips around Mandy's and found
the girl's mouth already open, her little tongue venturing out to tease her
own, and she found herself gripping the girl's taut waist and plundering
her mouth in an extended, passionate kiss that caused Mandy to arch and
rock back a little bit to receive it.

Realizing she was getting carried away, Julianne drew back, breaking off
the kiss in a series of affectionate, playful little pecks. Just before she
pulled away she felt Mandy's little hand gently squeeze her full breast
through her top. The sensation inflamed her. As the girls became more
assertive with their girlishly sexual desires, getting so horny and
willing, Julianne was starting to wonder if she was really still in control
anymore.

To her right, Claire stared at them open-mouthed. She stroked her fine
blonde hair with one hand while the other toyed with the hem of her
dress. Her daughter desperately wanted to touch herself, but knew this was
playtime in Mommy's special place. So she impatiently waited, longing. She
loved it when her Mommy told her what to do; it had led her to so many
naughty discoveries.

So Julianne decided to restore some of her confidence by taking
charge. Kneeling back, she waved them in, "Come a little closer." The girls
responded with docile obedience, Claire in a dream like haze of lust, Mandy
with her hands clasped behind her back, swaying coquettishly.

With nothing more than a sly grin, Julianne reached forward with both
hands, up and under Claire's dress, gripped the waistband of her little
cotton panties and whisked them down her slim legs to her bare feet. She
gasped, stiffening, but with just a gentle tug her daughter stepped
obediently out of them so her Mommy could drop the little tangle of yellow
fabric in her lap. Claire giggled to see it there.

But Julianne had already shifted her weight, slipped up Mandy's startled
thighs, and tugged her panties down, too. The more playful girl practically
skipped out of her undies without any prompting, and Julianne set her white
panties next to her daughter's and examined her prizes.

Both girls were looking to her now with coy smiles and shining eyes. She'd
just made them very aware of how bare they were under their pretty, flimsy
dresses, and how she could fondle them in any way now, whenever she
liked. Claire calmly glowed; Mandy could hardly keep still.

Looking Claire steadily in the eye, she picked up her yellow undies,
brought them to her nose and sniffed them. The girl blushed bright red as
Julianne inhaled the sharp, musky scent of her daughter's fresh pussy and
ass, familiar but still marvelously exotic. Her clit throbbed at the
associations that odor had for her. And they were so wet, just the way she
liked them, she could feel Claire's dampness against her upper lip as she
held them to her nose.

She sniffed again deeply, and then looked at her daughter with a critical
expression. "You seem to be really excited already, aren't you?"

The girls started, and exchanged a guilty look. Claire continued tugging
nervously on her long blonde hair when she responded, "We maybe played a
little earlier, Mommy..."

"We?" Julianne interrupted. "Mandy? Did you play too? Did you two play
together, with each other?"

On the spot, Mandy just swayed coyly and offered, "Umm..."

Without waiting for any further answer, she kept her quizzical eye on Mandy
as she tossed the girl's white panties until they lay in her hand
gusset-up. Even as she drew them to her face, she could see the damp
spot. Mandy could too, and her eyes got wide. Mandy smelled different, her
pussy a little milder, a little sweeter, but still so fresh and
indescribably childlike. Julianne's eyelids fluttered from the
sensation. She'd never dreamed the smell of 10 year old cunt would excite
her, but now she had two, and she'd never been happier or hornier. She
could only imagine the wet spot growing on her own bright panties.

Claire spoke into her friend's silence, "We only did it a little,
because... well, you know. We couldn't help it. And we were super careful,
we made sure Eva didn't know."

Her mother already knew better, but didn't say it. She'd begun to expect
that it wasn't just the money bringing Eva back to babysit, even though the
neighbor girl was almost seventeen. She'd become the perfect spy in
Julianne's house, and had kept a secretive eye on the girls ever since she
had discovered them touching themselves. Claire and Mandy never knew that
they'd been found out, and this afternoon had been no exception. Eva had
surreptitiously monitored every move the girls had made, ending with their
"secret" mutual masturbation in the laundry room.

When Julianne had arrived home, the teen had told all. When Eva first
reported what she'd seen Claire doing, Julianne had panicked, worried that
it might reveal them as an incestuous family. So she'd told Eva she was
concerned about her daughter, and could she please keep tabs on this kind
of behavior and tell her about it. The teen stammered out an agreement, but
Julianne had suspected that there was more to Eva's watchfulness than mere
concern.

Her report to Julianne today only confirmed her suspicions. The way Eva had
been unable to meet her eye, the way she blushed, the way her hard nipples
were visible through her t-shirt, the loving detail with which she
described the girls playfully fondling each other, it all told her that Eva
was very much like herself, and had come to lust for these precocious
little girls. Julianne had thanked Eva for her detail and discretion, paid
her and sent her on her way, certain that the plain looking teen was going
home a sexual dynamo, and would spend the rest of that hot afternoon
masturbating furiously in her bedroom to the thoughts of her little
neighbors.

Maintaining the secret, as well as her dominance over them, she looked them
over skeptically. "Hmmm. You're sure nobody saw?"

Claire crossed her heart. "Eva was on the computer and we were in the back
of the house."

Mandy chimed in. "And we only did it a little. We kept our clothes on."

"Only a little?" She sniffed the girl's panties again.

"Yeah," Mandy insisted. "I didn't get the wiggly feeling or anything."

She'd only been having playtime with them since May, when Claire swore her
to deepest secrecy and showed her best friend how she'd been rubbing
herself to feel happy. A few weeks later, when Mandy was hooked on the
delicious feeling of masturbation, Claire had brought her to
Julianne. Claire's Mommy had shown Mandy just how good she could feel by
touching there, bringing her off on that same day, first with her fingers,
and then with her mouth. Both girls craved to have her lick their tender
little pussies, and Julianne love to taste them, loved the way they writhed
and thrashed from this exciting new pleasure.

Mandy had kept her secret tightly, even from her own mother. She knew if
she told, they'd be in trouble and have to stop. And Mandy loved them, and
the feelings they gave her, too much to ever stop. She needed to be
touched, she longed to be licked, she loved to wiggle.

Claire had been doing it long enough to call it cum or orgasm, although in
the heat of the moment she typically just called it "mm yeah." Mandy still
called it her "wiggly feeling," and Julianne found it so adorable that she
was in no hurry to correct her.

She nodded at Mandy, turned to her daughter and lifted Claire's yellow
panties back up to her nose. Inhaling her intoxicating scent again, it was
hard to keep her composure. "You didn't either?"

"No Mommy. I promise."

"But you didn't wait for me before you started playing?" she frowned
childishly.

Claire's face brightened a bit, suspecting this was really a game, but she
still answered, "We hadn't been together in days, we couldn't help
it. She's my best friend, and she wanted to feel happy."

"We didn't know when you'd come home," Mandy added. "We didn't know you'd
want to play with us. We're sorry."

"Sorry what?"

Mandy got the most devilish grin, catching on. "Sorry, Mommy."

"Well... I guess you couldn't know that I'd be home for playtime." Julianne
smiled. "Okay then."

With that, she leaned forward and gave each girl a firm, reconciling kiss
on the lips. "I love my pretty girls so much, I could never be too mad at
you." Settling back on her knees, she inspected both of the girls'
panties. "And the way these are, it's almost like you did it for
me. They're just the way I like them."

Claire understood her Mommy's obsession with her smell. She knew now that
pussies only got wet when they were excited and ready to feel good, so the
scent from between a girl's legs was a sign that they wanted to be played
with. Mandy was new to all this, but she'd sniffed her own fingers after
touching herself and liked it. And seeing her best friend and her best
friend's Mommy getting so excited from those odors, made her excited for
them, too.

So Julianne greedily sniffed the girls' panties one more time, then looked
at their yearning faces and held the flimsy garments out.

"Do you want to smell each other?"

Each of them gazed at the other's panties and they both shyly nodded.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Mommy," Mandy answered.

"Please Mommy," Claire said.

Julianne extended her hands and the girls gently plucked them away. She
watched them. They'd seen her smell their underpants often enough, but had
never done it themselves. They looked at each other as they tentatively
brought them closer and closer to their faces, each silently daring the
other to go first, giggling nervously.

Claire ended up smelling Mandy's first, holding the white panties daintily
to the tip of her nose and speculatively inhaling. Her eyebrows wrinkled
then, rose in happy surprise, and she pressed the white undies closer to
her face and breathed deeply, letting out a little mewling noise when she
exhaled.

Mandy quickly copied her friend, and her first sniff was followed by a gasp
of surprise. After that she held the wadded yellow cotton against her mouth
and inhaled over and over, her eyes rolling shut.

Grinning, Julianne reached back and up underneath her loose top,
unfastening her bra. She felt a drop of sweat run down the groove of her
spine. She asked, "Claire, what do you think?"

Taken aback by being called on, she slowly lowered the panties from her
face. "It's, um, it smells funny."

"Is it bad?"

"No, no it's nice. It's just, makes me feel funny. It's like when I give
Mandy a hug and I can tell she super really wants to play and it makes me
wanna play, too."

"Mandy? How about you?"

The brunette was reluctant to lower her best friend's panties, instead
speaking through the fabric. "I like how she smells, Mommy. Sometimes I
sniff my fingers after I play with her down there. I like it."

Claire grinned affectionately at Mandy. "I like yours too. It's like I'm
sniffing you down there."

Not to be outdone, Mandy replied, "I can kinda smell your butt, too."

Claire wrinkled her nose and giggled. "Eeeew!"

Mandy pressed on, "No I like it too." She smelled her friend's undies again
just to prove it.

As they bantered, Julianne slouched out of her straps and pulled her coral
bra out through the loose sleeve of her top, setting her large breasts
free. The girls broke off their debate to watch her accomplish this with
the slack-jaw amazement normally reserved for magic tricks. They were so
impressed Julianne almost expected them to applaud. Dropping the bra, she
squeezed her tits through her blouse. The girls watched raptly.

"So lovelies, what do you think? Do you like the way she smells down
there?"

Both their heads nodded emphatically.

"Do you think you might want to smell her down there someday? Maybe play
down there the way Mommy likes to play with you?"

Mandy and Claire looked at each other, their eyes widening like saucers,
then shivering with explosions of nervous giggles. The idea of nuzzling
each others cooties, of tasting what they smelled, still frightened as much
as it thrilled.

Julianne grinned knowingly. "Well, come here and give me those."

The girls sidled up before her and handed her the panties, which she set
daintily aside.

"If you're not up to sniffing, maybe you're up to kissing?"

The girls smiled, Claire biting her lower lip. She leaned in to her mother.

Julianne gently put her hands on her daughter's arms, stopping her. "No,
sweetheart. Her. Kiss Mandy, kiss like you did when you were playing
earlier," she instructed, guiding her toward her adorable little friend.

As Claire turned, Mandy encouragingly took her hands and drew her
closer. Julianne's daughter shook her feathery blonde hair back, and with a
brief, happy giggle, leaned into Mandy.

At first, between each affectionate little peck, the girls would part and
look into each other's faces, sharing their happiness. But soon there
wasn't any need to reassure. They were warm and sweaty and excited, and the
fact that Mommy was watching only added to the fun. Their eyelashes settled
onto their cheeks, and their kisses grew long and steamy, their little
mouths opening, plush lips slipping and pressing, the glistening flicker of
a tongue sometimes showing. They released their hands and stroked each
other's bodies as they wrapped their arms around one another. Claire cupped
under Mandy's brown curls, drawing her head closer as her other hand ran
over her friend's chest, passing over and over her stiff, aroused
nipples. For her part, Mandy's hands ran all over the back of Claire's pink
dress, sometimes trailing the girl's long blonde hair between her dainty
fingers.

Watching the girls get carried away in their sensual joy, Julianne's own
hand stole between her legs and gently rubbed her pleading cunt over her
coral colored panties. She felt the tender heat, the wetness seeping
through the fabric even as the shimmering pleasure coursed through her clit
into her body. She gazed at them raptly as she touched herself, her lips
parted. She loved it when they did this. It wasn't like they were putting
on a show for her; the girls were lost in their very real, very precocious,
sexual desire. But they included her in their intimacy. Her presence not
only assured them that their play was all right, it also promised an
ecstasy that the girls were unable to reach on their own.

They wanted their Mommy's touch, knowing and demanding. Their delicate ten
year old pussies had grown accustomed to the pleasure she could create, and
they craved it.

Julianne felt her hips start to roll, and self-consciously drew her fingers
away from her cunt. She was getting carried away herself, close to cumming
from her pedophile voyeurism, and she had such plans for the lovely little
girls.

So she reached out to both of them, wrapped one hand around each of their
slender thighs, and began stroking upward.

The girls jumped a bit, startled, parted, and looked to her, Mandy's face
hopeful and Claire's suddenly shy, awaiting instruction.

"Mommy?" Claire peeped.

Julianne let go, raised her arms, and placed her hands on the back of their
heads, sensing the heat the sunshine had cast on their hair.

"Oh, pretties, I didn't tell you to stop."

She turned their heads back to face each other and gently forced them
together. "You keep loving on each other, and let me take care of the
rest."

As their lips brushed together, the girls immediately succumbed, their
mouths opening as their eyes shut, picking up the scent where they left
off. Claire made a happy little mew into Mandy's mouth.

Julianne reached down again and clasped the satiny flesh of their legs,
running her hands up. Under the dresses, their thighs were damp with sweat,
and she couldn't resist savoring the feel of their soft, slippery skin
under her fingers. The taut plushness of their bodies was delectable to
her, irresistible.

Mandy leaned a bit and cocked her thigh, opening her legs wider, and
Julianne realized that she was teasing them. They might have sexual
impulses, but they were still little girls and patience was not their
strong suit.

So she inched higher, nestling the edge of her hands into the warm snug
spot at the top of their thighs, and gently pressed her index fingers into
both of their dainty, tiny slits. Mandy's gasp was muffled by
kisses. Julianne settled in, and by bending the tips of her index fingers
she could feel the sweet apex of their pussies, and the firm little clits
just below. As their underwear had hinted, both girls were wet and puffy,
terribly excited, and as she slid back and forth along those intimate
slits, her touch glided through their labia with a warm, buttery softness.

The girls began to move, Mandy standing on tiptoes and leaning against her
best friend, arching her round little butt up and out, Claire beginning to
pump her hips into her Mommy's loving hand. So when Julianne withdrew her
hands from their happy quims, they both made sharp whining noises even as
their tongues played together.

"Oh don't worry," she soothed them, as she began to run her touch deeper
under their loose sundresses. "I wanted to make sure you were telling the
truth about playing earlier, and you were, you were. You're both so frisky
right now, and I'm going to take care of you, I will. But you're just so
pretty that Mommy wants to feel you all over." Her hands stroked them even
as she said this, over the soft cheeks of their bottoms, the sleek curve of
their backs, their tummies, their ticklish flanks.

"Does this feel okay? Do you like it?"

Mandy and Claire broke off their kiss and turned to her, leaning cheek to
cheek, grinning, their eyes twinkling.

"Yes Mommy," Claire said.

Mandy chuckled a bit as Julianne touched a particularly ticklish spot, "I
like it, Mommy."

"So do I," Julianne replied, and for a moment they just luxuriated in the
sensation of the woman stroking the two ten year olds' flesh, the girls
shifting and turning to get her hands just where they wanted them,
alternating between gazing at Julianne with gratified wonder, and glancing
down to see her hands sweeping around beneath their dresses, amazed at
feeling the bliss of having their naked bodies caressed and all the while
looking like everything was normal.

Mandy made little purring noises.

Claire's eyes kept rolling up, but as her Mommy's hand ran tenderly over
her ass, she focused on Julianne and murmured, "Kiss me, Mommy. Please,
kiss me."

She responded to her daughter's request with eagerness, ducking in and
covering the girl's mouth with her own. Claire's tongue ventured out
excitedly, Julianne's joined her and they danced wetly together. The
incestuous delight still dazzled the young mother, knowing it was her baby
girl that wanted such naughty things from her, admitting that she wanted to
do them to her just as badly.

She felt Mandy begin to nuzzle the side of her neck, kissing and
licking. Parting from her daughter, she turned to this fun new one, and
began kissing her just as passionately. Even though the girls were novices,
they each had their own style of kissing – Claire was eager and sloppy
with appetite, while Mandy, for all her cheekiness, was tender and deeply
sensual. Julianne found herself adapting to the way Mandy's tongue slid
lingeringly across her own, pushing as deep into her mouth as the girl
could reach.

Soon she felt her daughter's lips and nimble tongue playing with her
ear. Claire had figured out that this was Mommy's erotic weakness, that it
would make her lose control and become an insatiable animal, turning any
encounter into a frantic quest for one mind-blanking orgasm after
another. This was no exception. Julianne felt her cunt throb and a great
liquid heat began radiating into her body as Claire nibbled her ear,
driving her wild.

She clutched the girls' silky flesh and pulled them closer, felt their
warmth, their softness, pressing against her, rubbing themselves
deliberately against her tits, loving the sensation. She released Mandy and
turned back to her daughter, but Mandy was doing the same thing and
suddenly the three of them were in a drooling orgy of open-mouthed licks
and kisses, and they all closed their eyes and let themselves be caught up
in it. She felt lips against her cheek, her tongue flickered against one of
the girl's chins, their gasping breath mixed, and she could hear Claire
making a little, longing groan.

Mandy's hand passed over Julianne's on the small of Claire's back, the
girl's hand over the dress and her mother's underneath. Julianne was aware
that Claire was groping Mandy's chest, squeezing the buds of her breasts
and squeezing her protruding, erect nipples through the fabric.

Under her hands, she felt the girls getting sweatier. So was she. Under the
summer sun with her horny little darlings, everything had become so hot.

She was hardly aware of what she was doing until she felt her hands
stealing between their legs again from behind, the plush weight of their
thighs, the moist heat, and then the treasure, the dainty swollen slickness
of their sweet, needy little cunts. Julianne was lost in the moment, the
ardor of the three of them pleasuring each other. Her fingers snuggled and
stroked in between their petal-like lips, adoring their feverish wetness,
the way they squirmed against her as she began to masturbate them in
earnest. All Julianne could feel now was lust, and she knew it had to go
higher, she knew she had to give them more.

"Oh yeah, Mommy," Mandy sighed, her voice trembling, "do it. Do it."

Claire made an ecstatic moan and lifted her knee, revealing her pussy to be
pleasured, draping one arm over her Mommy's shoulder and the back of her
neck for support. Mandy assumed the same pose as before, on her tiptoes,
arching out her round little ass.

Julianne cupped both of their aroused little morsels, and quickly found
their clits with the pads of her questing index fingers. As a tease she
wiggled her fingers quickly and lightly over the exquisitely sensitive
little buds, and relished how the girls stiffened as the sexual excitement
she gave them became too intense to take.

As Claire bit her lip and Mandy whimpered, Julianne relented, giving them
soothing, gentle caresses all along the length of their slits. She kissed
their cheeks and ears as she did, murmuring, "Oh my lovelies, such good
girls, such pretty good girls, Mommy loves to touch you."

And with that, she gave it to them exactly the way she knew each of them
loved it. She'd paid attention during their experiences together, and now
her touch was meltingly expert.

Claire wanted it firm, slowly moving with lots of pressure, and Julianne
supplied it until she was nearly lifting her ten year old daughter up by
her pussy. And Claire responded in exactly the way her Mommy thought she
would, by thrusting her hips against those naughty fingers in short, sharp
jerks, fucking Mommy's hand and grinding her little clit at the bottom of
each thrust. The girl's whole body rolled with her pumping, her feathery
blonde hair bouncing along her back, catching the light.

What Mandy craved was having her clit caught between two of Julianne's
adoring fingers, squeezing and fondling her nub with a gentle steady
rhythm. Occasionally, as Mandy came close to her wiggly feeling, her play
Mommy would back off and probe at the wet entrance to the girl's pussy
canal, which invariably made her roll up her eyes, toss back her head and
its pretty brown curls, and make yummy "mmmm" sounds with each
breath. Julianne went back and forth between nubbin and cunny hole, gauging
her excitement.

Mandy had a secret pleasure, too, one that Julianne had discovered but
Mandy was still too shy to share with Claire. She had an erotically
sensitive anus. She loved to have her butt hole touched and tickled, but it
was still very new and she felt kind of ashamed by it, too. With the dress
hiding her play, Julianne felt free to indulge her little kink, slipping
her thumb up between the snug hot cheeks of Mandy's bottom, until she felt
the wrinkly star of her anus under the pad of her thumb.

Mandy shuddered as Julianne began to firmly rub and caress her tiny pucker,
aided by the perspiration that was trapped in the groove of her firm
cheeks. The girl's brows shot up in surprise, but as Julianne captured her
clit between her fingertips and matched the rhythm on both her joy button
and yielding anus to the helpless urgings of her little body, Mandy's sighs
became moaning exclamations. Her eyes opened wide and she stared at
Julianne with a kind of gratified awe as the bliss blossomed inside her.

Her daughter's humping was growing wilder, more instinctive, out of
control, and every breath came out in a panting little "Uh, uh, uh." It
excited Julianne so much that Claire was like this, a hungry sexual little
animal, alive to her premature desires, and more than happy to let her
loving Mommy between her trembling thighs to satisfy her. Claire had made
it clear how secret she was keeping what they did, she knew what they were
doing together was forbidden. But if she thought it was wrong she showed no
sign of it, and her urges and habits had grown so strong by now that she
desperately need Mommy to take care of her.

And Mommy was so happy to take care of her pretty girls, just like she was
now. She loved catering to their desires, encouraging them to more and
more, wickedly relishing the thought that she was nurturing their
completely taboo precocious, incestuous lusts. She wanted them like this as
much as possible – wet, playful and needy, looking to her for guidance,
acceptance, and satisfaction.

That was what she gave them now, speeding up as she sensed their bodies'
demands, doing her best to control their excitement so that they would cum
together, in each others' arms. She kissed her daughter's mouth, then
Mandy's, and both girls responded fervently.

As she drew back, Claire stretched her neck, trying to prolong the kiss,
finally sighing, "Oh Mommy..."

Julianne gazed adoringly at her girls, so beautiful as they each
enthusiastically rode her playing fingers, each caught in her own rising
pleasures but both getting so close, so close. Mandy was still looking at
her, but her eyes were heavy-lidded and unfocused, her cheeks growing
pinker underneath their spray of freckles. Draped by her swaying, fine
blonde hair, Claire's fair skin blushed over her entire face, a delicate
furrow of concentration between her closed eyes, her mouth opening wider as
she approached the peak of delight pumping her juicy girlish pussy into her
Mommy's skilled hand.

Sensing the moment, she told them, "Girls, girls, look at each other,
you're both so pretty, look, look..."

Almost deliriously they did what they were told, and their gazes locked as
they saw their naughtiness, their joy, mirrored in one another.

Mandy immediately stiffened and began to tremble, making a great melting
expression of sympathy and affection and overwhelming pleasure. Fresh sweat
pricked out all over her body, making her shine.

Claire held Mandy's eyes and Julianne felt her little hips begin to jerk
sharply against her hand as she reached an uncontrollable surging
delight. Her blush grew brighter, and her mouth teased into a wide open
smile at her best friend and little lover. She nodded, encouraging,
assuring, agreeing.

And suddenly Julianne watched her daughter's expression change to one of
total, shocking surprise as she reached orgasm, her soaked silky pussy
squeezing and pulsing in her mother's hand, her lithe little body
shuddering and gyrating as she felt the hot bliss pour all through
her. Claire's hair shook wildly, draping her face as she went, "Ah! Mmm!
Mmm, mm yeah..."

Mandy watched her friend cum with love and wonder, and at the same time
thrust her hips down and back, putting lots of pressure on Julianne's
fingertips as she strummed her engorged little clit, and forcing her
play-Mommy's thumb to slightly penetrate her asshole. She took a gasping
breath and seemed to hold it, her body almost buzzing with intense arousal.

Julianne just had time to sense the incredibly tight, smooth, tender flesh
that lay just beyond Mandy's pucker when the girl's whole body convulsed,
squeezing out her probing thumb, trapping it between her clenched butt
cheeks, just like her wet thighs had clamped around Julianne's hand. She
swooned forward and clutched Claire in a sweaty embrace. Hanging her head
over her firend's shoulder, she pressed their bodies together and let
Claire feel every writhing spasm as her glorious release swept through her,
whimpering and clinging.

As it reached its climax, she sobbed, "Oh! Oh! I love you! I love you!"

Julianne and Claire knew they were both included in her passionate
confession. They both kissed her cheeks, her hair, her ears, her neck as
she shuddered and groaned. Soon, Mandy came around and responded to them,
offering up panting, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses that were often more like
licks, reminding Julianne of a wildly affectionate puppy. She found her
pretend-daughter's ardor endearing, and by the way Claire giggled, she
wasn't the only one.

The girls calmed down a little, and Julianne was able to extricate her hand
reluctantly from between their unsteady legs. She didn't take them out from
under their dresses, though, gently stroking the soft quivering curves of
their backs and bottoms, unwilling to relinquish the luscious texture of
their flesh.

Claire and Mandy gradually loosened their embrace, and both of them turned
to Julianne with breathless, grateful smiles. Her heart and cunt both
melted to see them. Once, those twinned feelings of maternal affection and
wicked lust confused her, but not any more. She loved her daughter, and her
love for Mandy grew warmer every time the girl showed just how ready she
was to express her own. She loved them completely, their characters, their
hearts, their bodies, without inhibition or limit, and they returned that
love in ways more beautiful than she'd ever imagined. The smile that she
felt bloom on her face, the tears welling up in her eyes, showed her pretty
girls her simple, overwhelming joy.

The girls looked into her face, and what they saw there made them both go,
"Awwww..."

Claire followed her outburst with, "Thank you, Mommy."

Mandy followed up by babbling, "Oh Mommy I love it I love how you give me
the wiggle feeling so good we have the best play times Mommy -"

"Oh you're such good girls," Julianne gushed.

Hearing that, the two squealed and pounced, their weight just about bowling
her over from her kneeling position. As their arms and legs wrapped around
her, she felt a rain of pretty kisses fall onto her face and neck, so
loving and playful that her affection and heat both climbed higher. She
squeezed the ten year olds close and chuckled with delight.

As playful as they were, the girls were not innocent. Mandy's hands
wandered, and one of them stole their way to her breast, at first cupping
and touching, but at this point she was petting and mercilessly teasing her
prominent, sensitive nipple, sending thrilling aches deep into her
tummy. Her daughter's dress had rode up in front during the hug, and Claire
had taken advantage of it. Julianne felt the heat and dampness of the
girl's crotch pressing into her side, and slowly but surely, her little
daughter's movements were turning into humping.

With an effort, she peeled the girls away from herself. They pawed and
giggled at being deprived of their plaything. She could see their eyes
shining with fresh passion; they wanted to make their Mommy get the good
naughty feelings, too.

Julianne said, "That's so wonderful. But don't you pretty girls love each
other, too?"

"Yes, Mommy," Mandy answered brightly.

"I do, Mommy," Claire replied, glancing affectionately at her friend.

Withdrawing her hands from underneath the girls dresses, she said, "Well,
kiss her."

"Okay, Mommy," Mandy said with enthusiasm. Then to Claire, she said, "I
love you."

Claire was touched. She said,"I love you too," even as she leaned in.

The girls kissed deeply. As she watched, Julianne took the opportunity to
unbutton her blouse. Shrugging it off, she immediately felt the luscious
sunshine warming her naked skin, suffusing her with summer's endless
energy.

Claire and Mandy were distracted from their fun when Julianne stood. And
when they saw her step out of her panties and stand before them completely
nude, all their attention turned toward her.

"You're so pretty, Mommy," Claire sighed.

"Are we gonna play some more?" Mandy asked.

Julianne smirked. "I don't know. Are you two still feeling frisky?"

Two big, eager nods.

"Can I smell your panties?" Mandy blurted.

Her pretend Mom cocked a hip. "How do you say it?"

The pretty brunette smiled and said, "Please, Mommy, can I please sniff
your panties?"

Her request was new, audacious, and hot. Julianne's pussy throbbed. She
pretended reluctance. "Hmm, well, I guess."

"Can I do it, too?" Claire chimed in.

"Hmm?"

"Please, Mommy, can I?"

"Sure. Both of you get in close."

She arranged the twist of coral fabric until the soaked gusset was facing
out, the extended her arm. Claire and Mandy ducked in daintily, like they
were about to smell a flower. But after their first tentative inhale, they
both nuzzled into her panties as if it were her body. Claire chuckled
softly. Julianne's hand slipped between her own legs and began fondling her
aching cunt. Fiery pleasure erupted at her touch, she was so swollen, so
wet, so ready. If the girls wanted to taste their Mommy today, she would be
ripe to their tongues.

Just the thought of it made her swoon a bit. "Okay, that's enough."

The girls looked disappointed as she drew their prize away and dropped it
on the lawn. They quickly noticed that their Mommy was playing with
herself. Claire bit her lip.

"Are you two still going to be my good little girls?"

"Yes Mommy," they replied in unison.

"Then take off those dresses and be naked with me."

It was adorable how they wriggled and stumbled in their haste to remove
them. Mandy cast hers aside thoughtlessly, but Claire got a naughty little
thrill out of dropping it right beside her. She'd never be allowed to leave
her clothes lying around the house.

Now they were nude, and they danced delightedly with the sensation of
it. Mandy lightly skimmed her body all over. Claire tossed her blonde hair
back and gathered it all into one hand so her skin was bared to the golden
sunshine. She let her other hand steal onto the bright pink crease of her
quim, and she started to mirror her mother.

All three touched themselves, and all three glanced wildly at the bodies of
the others, filling with desire. Julianne felt like an erotic goddess here
in her little natural temple, with two ardent acolytes who were eager to
learn the rituals of lust she would teach them.

"I think we should stay out and play all day til it gets dark," Mandy
said. "Just play and touch and kiss and wiggle over and over. Can we do
that Mommy, please?"

Julianne nodded regally.

"I think Mommy should sit on the bench so we can make her happy," Claire
proposed.

"Yeah! I wanna touch you, Mommy."

Julianne grinned and made her way over to the bench. "How can I refuse?"
The girls trailed, giggling.

Before she'd even seated herself, Mandy was kissing her back and Claire was
stroking her breasts. Julianne closed her eyes. This was like sinking into
a bath made of girlish lust. Their hands and lips were all over her. She
parted her legs and Claire slipped between them, crouching to take a nipple
in her lovely clever mouth.

She felt the familiar touch of her daughter's little fingers parting her
soaking pussy lips, finding her hardened clit, and beginning to rub. Mandy
swept her hair aside and began licking her ear. Ecstasy swelled in her body
as the naked little girls made excited love to her, here in the golden
green shelter that was all hers, all three bodies nude and shining and full
of the sexy urges naked girls feel in the summer.

Mommy is a goddess, she thought as her body filled with a liquid heat that
was as sweet as sunshine.