Back To Front
She's just turned eight years old and I'm her Grandma. We live some distance apart, and anyway, my daughter's husband doesn't approve of me. I therefore only see the lovely Chloe very rarely. We are only together now, because my son in law is away on business and my daughter has taken the opportunity to give me and Chloe some quality time together.
Chloe is a lovely and loving child and whenever we are together all she wants to do is play. She gives me cheek and runs away giggling, just as her mother did all those years ago, wanting me to chase her, to catch her and tickle her. At eight years old she is ticklish just about everywhere, just like her mother was. Sometimes when she's cheeky I throw her across my knees and playfully spank her. She loves that, she squirms, not really trying to escape, just wriggling and giggling. A joy to behold that sends tingles to my pussy. She has her quieter moments too, when she just sits on my knee or just curls up next to me, snuggling into me, warm and secure.
Often though, she will sit on my knee and beg me to stroke her back. In exactly the same way her mother did. I always loved doing this for her mother all those years ago, but pretended to be unhappy about it, and wouldn't do it until she begged me to. I did it just to please her not realizing, back then, what effect it would have on both her and on me. I was shocked at what happen.
Now I get damp just from the memory of it. She would sit on the chair between my outspread legs watching children's television. I would gently and lightly stroke her back. She would purr her content, but continue to watch TV, laughing at the funny bits. She would twitch and gasp as the thrills ran through her. She would arch her back involuntarily as her lower back was reached by my probing fingers. As she did this her bottom would rub up against me sending magical thrills through to my pussy. I had not expected this reaction from just caressing a little girl's back, but I loved it.
She never said if she was even aware of what she was doing to me. Over the several weeks that followed my stroking got more and more daring, caressing her ears, her neck and her back down to her panty's waist band. She would pull her tee shirt up to expose her naked back, which intensified the thrills running through her and also intensified the thrills running through me. I remember the smoothness and warmth of her naked skin and the effect it had on me.
I never ever approached to her first or started to caress her until she came to me and begged me to start it. The sessions got more and more intense. Then, one day, she leaned back into me. This pressed her bottom hard up against my pubis which throbbed at her touch. She lifted the front of her tee shirt and placed my hands onto her button nipples. She leaned into me with her eyes closed as I caressed her nipples and her chest and her stomach down to her panties.
This then became part of the routine, first the back and then the front and each time I climaxed as her body pressed against me, throbbing out my juices, soaking my panties. Then one day, while I was caressing her nipples, she took hold of one of my hands and placed it below her panty line. She gasped and her breathing became rasping as I caressed her pubis. She spread her legs and pushed my hand further down and thrust her hips forward. I slipped my hand over her little pussy, still outside of her panties. She gave a long slow gasp. She began to thrush her hips forward as if having sex.
It must be instinctive for girls to thrust their hips towards the object of their lust. All I knew or cared about was that her panties would get moist and slide easily against her smooth pussy. I would orgasm into my underwear again and again my pussy pumping out its juices as I tensed and then relaxed my thighs in concert with her. She would eventually quiver and squirm. Her mouth would be slightly open as her gasping and panting increased. Her lips were full, rosey and shining from her licking them repeatedly throughout the session.
She would then hold me tight and hug me lovingly as she slowly came down from the height of her climax and relaxed and often fell asleep. I would hold her feeling content with my own orgasm. It was two years of this routine until she was ten. It was then that she finally took my hand and slid it inside her panties. That was when she first became noisy and screamed through her orgasm. She quivered all over calling out, "Yes, yes, oh Mummy, yes."
After that first time my daughter knew exactly what she wanted. She would come to me and straggle my knees facing forward. She would not be wearing panties at all. She would pull up her clothes to allow me to stroke her back. She would squirm and purr as the feelings built up within her. She would lean forward pressing her bum hard into me. She would then lean well back laying her head on my shoulder and gasping and purring as I caressed her nipples, and then her navel, and her pubis and then finally her pussy. She would scream, "Mummy, Mummy, Mummy!" as her orgasm gripped her.
These sessions were not every day or even every week. I believe in children learning at their own pace. Although I wanted her desperately and had to masturbate whenever the urges got too strong, I was determined to wait. Then one day she came to me totally naked. She straggled my knees as usual, but this time she was facing towards me. Her legs spread wide and her little pussy gaping and moist. She just whispered, "Mummy," just once. That one word told me that she was ready. I slipped my hand onto and then into her slippery little pussy.
I slipped other hand up my skirt and onto my pussy and just squeezed it gently. It throbbed in my hand. My panties were stretch tight holding me snug as my juices soaked the gusset. She licked her lips as I as was doing. Clearly she has been probing herself before this, for there was no sign of a hymen. The thought of her masturbating in her bedroom just the thickness of the wall between us had my pussy throbbing. I fucked her with my fingers until she leaned back holding onto my knees and arching her back. She screamed "Mummy!" and as her juices flushed over my hand. I joined her and orgasmed explosively, my panties unable to contain my spuirts.
"More Mummy, more," she begged. I lifted her and laid onto the sofa. I went down on her little pussy for the first time, spreading her legs wide, licking her and probing her. She panted and gasped as each orgasm hit her.
I then held her by the hand and took her to my bedroom where I had my collections of toys. She slept with me as my lover for the next eight years. Even now we fuck whenever she makes any overnight stay. Usually she comes to me alone, her husband keeping Chloe at home with him.
Now though, this little virgin, tender and ripe, is sat in front of me enjoying my attentions to her back. My daughter has brought her own little eight year old girl to me. She hasn't stayed tonight herself. She was going on to visit with an old school friend. A girl, I know, she has been fucking on and off for years. She must know and expect that her girl will to be educated in the ways of this family. That she will be introduced to the wonderful world of lesbian sex. Whether she goes on to be straight or bi and marry like her mother or whether she lives a full life of lesbian love, she will certainly become my lover for the foreseeable future and will certainly make the journey to her grandmother's house as often as she can.
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