Ever since I can remember my mom has used her mouth and tongue and fingers on me down there. Even when I was a baby, I guess. And over the years I've learned to kiss and lick and suck and stick my tongue and fingers up my mother's shiny clean shaven pussy as well. We share the same bed, and we both love to cuddle - and one thing leads to another - off we go. She taught me how to kiss - and we kiss deeply, and long - once we kissed passionately for an hour straight.
She has me lie on my back, then scoots up between my spread legs, sucks a finger into her mouth, then places her mouth over my little cunnie, and at the same time worms a wet finger little by little into my bottom hole. I remember it taking a long time before she could place her whole finger up into my asshole - yet now she can not only stick it in all the way, but puts a second one in as well - and moves them in and out. Or she has me lie on my stomach, and begins kissing and licking my bottom hole while a finger or two worms their way along my cunnie lips and into the hole, rubbing that nubbin at the top called a 'clittie' - her tongue jabbing deeply into my rear and her fingers spearing deep into my cunt.
My name is Gretchen. I'm six years old. And I'm relating this story to a 'friend' of mine, so that it can be written down good - I don't spell so good yet.
There are other things me and my mom do. She sometimes comes into the bathroom, when I'm sitting down to pee - and she'll slide down onto her knees before me, spread my legs a bit, then place her mouth over my vagina, and loves for me to pee directly into her mouth. She'll swallow it all, then stand on her knees, leans in, and kisses me - so I get to taste my own pee a bit - it's not bad.
I have her lie on her back, and I move up and begin sucking one of her bright nipples then the other - her breasts are huge - she told me they are size C - and one day mine will get so big - and I love how her nipples taste - how they become stiff (my little nipples become stiff too). Then I know it's time to place tiny kisses down her chest and stomach and her inner thighs and begin to lick her beautiful tasty cunt. She shaves her hair there completely, so she looks like me. And I stick several fingers up her asshole while sucking on her clit - which really gets her going. Or I have her lie on her stomach - and sink my face into her butt and begin to lick her musky asshole - and at the same time move a hand up to her vagina - rub it on the outside a bit first - then sink a few fingers in, then ball up my hand and push real hard and thrust my entire hand up her cunt - even part of my arm - in and out. She loves this.
But this story begins one day when we're out walking around at a bazaar. Men have always looked at mom, yet she's never really been interested in them. And I was old enough to think maybe she liked women - but she didn't seem to be ogling women or anything. And since dad left before I was even born, I thought maybe she hated men because of that - but not really - and she loved me - she loved making love to me, and that was enough. Though, when that Christmas I got a Furby, all of a sudden Sabrina became my best friend - she was the most beautiful girl in class - long blonde hair, pouty lips, and she came over all the time to play with me - and I noticed mom kinda looking at her - I even played tickle games with Sabrina so mom could catch glimpses of her underwear and stuff - and, yeah, she was attracted to Sabrina - but so was I, she was so pretty. That lasted until Sabrina got a Furby of her own about three weeks later.
So we're at this bazaar - mostly used junk like at a flea market - but some booths with nice things, new things - and there was roving entertainment, and food-booths and stuff. We were having a great time, walking hand in hand. As usual several men tried to catch her attention, but she was focusing on me - us. But then the strangest thing happened. A stranger - he was much older than mom - suddenly came up to us - presented mom with a wild bouquet of flowers, and me with a sweet tiny fuzzy teddy bear. We laughed-blushed. He walked with us for a while - very amusing. He wasn't forward - he didn't try to break the bond between us to corner my mother - this was a true gentleman - and funny. He asked us out to dinner. Mom was about to say no, when I kicked her.
Now, I was only six years old - we sat there with a cup of hot chocolate and coffee, and mom stared at me like I'd pooped my pants.
"What are you up to?"
"He was nice - and funny."
"We just won't meet-up with him later."
"Why not? It's the best restaurant in town, and he's buying."
"You've got a lot to learn about men."
"Yes I do."
"Is that what this is about?"
She wasn't angry at me, but somehow at herself. We fumbled around the bazaar after that, but it had lost its glamour. And as the time came closer to 'the date' she pulled into me tighter.
"It's your date. I'm there just looking on. You flirt with him. My god, he must be forty years old! But it's you're date. I want him to focus on you - not me."
"You don't like him?"
"Yeah. He was charming. He's even attractive. I'm not interested."
"O.k. It's my date. How about buying me that dress I pointed out a while back?"
So we went to the fancy restaurant - me in my new princess dress. Mom is like this passive onlooker as we sit there, and it's strange - so I broke the silence.
"This was my idea. I kinda made her accept your invitation. So, this - I, am your date this evening."
He looked at mom. She nodded.
"Sorry. She's just not interested in you."
"And you are?"
So he focused completely on me - ignoring my mother - but at the same time taunting her with his questions - "Where is your father?" - "Does your mother date?" - "How old are you?"
"I'm six - what are you? - sixty?"
And I laughed - mom even smiled. But after that he got into it - he focused on me. It was the first date of my life.
We ate dessert first, for example. He showered me with Shirley Temples.
Mom was there, but not there - amused, but kinda lost. After dinner we went out to a nearby playground - though it was dark - he pushed me on swings, dizzied me on the merry-go-round... and we just laughed and laughed...
"Well, fair maiden - it's time to end this tryst." - he took up my right hand and kissed it.
"You can come over, if you like" - mom finally piped-up.
He did. The date continued. Me serving drinks - mom still in the background.
"What happens at this point?" I asked - all of us sitting askew in the living room.
"I would ask the women to kiss me - or, may I kiss her."
"So let's kiss."
He was way more nervous than me - but he dutifully approached me, and planting a kiss on my mouth - tried to pull away - but I wouldn't let him - so there we were deep kissing in front of mom.
He was constantly looking over to her - and I slapped him - "You want her - or you want me?"
"I need her to..."
"Go for it." - was all my mom said.
And he did. His kisses were wonderful.
And we were wrapped together but still he looked over to mom - and I kneed him gently... so he fell back in to my arms - and at one point - deep in another round of kissing - he abandoned everything but his lust for me - and I think I fell in love -
I'd never had a man before - what strange beasts - he was on fire - he smelled funny - he was very strong. He slid my dress down my shoulders - leaving my chest bare - he kissed my nipples - then hoisted me up and asked where my bedroom was - and I pointed...
That mom had followed didn't even faze him - he wanted sex with me - though I had no real idea what having sex with a man meant,,,
Once in our bedroom, he simply slid my dress completely down and off, pulled my panties down - once my pussy came into view, he stopped and stared for a moment - awe-struck. Then he stood and hastily took off his own clothes, then crawled down and began licking then sucking my pussy - he wasn't as good at it as mom - who took off her clothes, too, but simply sat there on the corner of the bed, watching - and then he stuck his thing against my vagina, he was gentle but determined - then he pressed it into me - gosh - it felt huge... he was bigger than any of the various dildoes, vibrators and strap-ons my mother had over the years thrust into my tiny pussy - this was flesh. The first push was hard, and then at first slowly, then frantically, in and out - me suffering - but also wanting more - way different from when my mom would thrust a strap-on into me - he was feeling physical pleasure - this was sex with a man - he groaned some animal sound way too quickly, and I felt something spurting deep inside my cunthole...
Then he slid out of me and wiggled down on the bed some so he could kiss me.
Then my mom crawled up and kinda pushed him off me, and sucked all the stuff he'd left in my cunt out of me,
She licked all the soreness away...
He stayed the night - he even fucked mom in the ass as I watched in amazement - and now it's him, this morning, helping me write my own story down... before mom wakes-up...
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