Butterflies And Roses, Chapter Two
Mom and I spent hours browsing the net for pictures, videos and stories that I had been visiting while she was at work. She loved the site “Leslita” and found a lot of stories there where mothers seduced daughters, daughters seducing their mothers and some that were with teachers. She never realized such places existed before and was both shocked and amazed at what her little girl was into.
“You really like this stuff, don’t you sweetie?” Mom asked, eyes glued to the screen as she read one of my favorite stories.
“Oh, definitely, Mom.” I giggled as I eased a hand between her thighs and felt the wetness seeping from her pussy lips. “And I see Mommy likes it, too.”
“Andrea…” Mom gasped. “Please stop, at least for now. Your Mom is sore and needs a break.”
“Alright, Mom.” I replied, pouting playfully as I take my hand from her moistness and sucked it dry.
As we both read more stories, we came up with a plan.
Mom went to my dresser and began rummaging through my underwear drawer like a woman on a mission. Finding what she was looking for, she turned back to me with a wicked grin on her face.
“When you go to school tomorrow, wear these,” She told me as she held up a pair of pink panties with yellow butterflies on them. I hadn’t worn them in a couple of years and had forgotten I still had them. They were a bit small for me so I had stopped wearing them.
Handing them to me, I took off the T-Shirt I usually wear to bed and then took off my light blue panties before slipping the others on. They were so small, but not too tight, yet they molded to my tiny mound allowing my pussy to be visible to Mom. Mom sighed dreamily as she could see every curve of my mound and my damp pussy lips were sticking to the material. Mom walked me over to the full-length mirror hanging on my closet door and I looked at myself.
Then, Mom reached into the back of the closet and pulled out one of my older school uniform dresses and helped me put it on. The skirt was very short, barely covering my panties. Just was maybe an inch or two below my pussy. Mom then led me to my computer chair and had me sit down. She sat down on my bed and smiled.
“Now, hon…imagine I’m Ms. Bridgefield and tease me,” Mom directed. “Spread your legs, just a little. But do it like you are still studying and not aware that you’re doing anything wrong.”
I did everything Mom told me and I felt naughty, but evilly nice. When I looked over at Mom, her eyes were hooded and her right hand was between her legs, lightly rubbing her sore, moist pussy while her left was teasing her breasts.
I reached down like I had an itch and rubbed my pussy through my panties as I watched Mom, almost like I was studying but peeking up through my auburn locks. This sent Mom over the edge and she came with a vengeance, squirting across the room. Her cum almost reached me and made me jump, just a little.
“Wow, Mom,” I gasped. “That was awesome; you almost got me with that one.”
“Don’t you go and get those panties all wet, young lady,” Mom panted as her breathing subsided.
I stood up and removed my panties and folded them, placing them on my computer desk before going over to my Mom and hugging her close. I could feel her trembling hand reach up under my dress and trace my tiny pussy lips. I sighed softly and spread my legs enough for her to have room to get closer.
Mom’s fingers gently traced my dampened pussy lips, making circles around them before stopping on my little clitty. The electricity I felt was… well…electric. My knees nearly buckled under her touch as my hips shot towards her. Mom wrapped her other arm around me to hold me up, her face buried in my chest. Her breathing was hot and fast as she breathed in my scent.
I was now gasping for breath myself as she eased her middle finger inside and moved it in and out, round and round, careful not to go too deep.
“That’s it, baby,” she panted into my chest. “Let it happen, cum for Mommy.”
I bucked against her hand, trying to draw it deeper into me, but she held back so that she did not take my cherry. I begged her to take it from me, that I really wanted her to be my first.
“No, sweetie,” she told me sternly. “Save yourself for Ms. Bridgefield. I’m sure she will cherish your gift to her when the time is right.”
With those words, I screamed and collapsed in Mom’s arms and panted heavily while she rocked me gently to sleep. Mom took off my school uniform and tucked me into my bed, completely naked before shutting off the light and retiring to her own room.
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. I turned and looked at my bedside clock/radio which read 6:30AM in a soft blue glow. I turned and laid on my back, sighing softly as I remembered last night and what Mom had said…what she had done…what ‘we’ had done, and I smiled.
Slowly, I crawled out of bed, still naked and went to my bathroom and took a quick shower, shampooed my hair. I dried myself off, used my blow dryer to take the wetness from my hair before wrapping myself up in dry towel and headed down to the kitchen just in time to see Mom setting the table and pouring me some orange juice.
Mom looked up as I entered and smiled at me.
“Well, good morning princess,” she chirped happily. “Sleep well?”
“Like a log,” I began. “A very wet, worn out log to boot.”
We both giggled as I sat down and began eating breakfast while Mom say next to me drinking what was probably her third cup of coffee. Mom eyed me over the rim of her cup with a gleam in her eyes.
“What, Mom?” I asked.
“I was jut thinking how lucky Ms. Bridgefield is having such a precious angel as you giving her such a wonderful gift. But we have to be careful, though. You need to build things up, take your time and gage how she will react.”
“What do you mean, Mom?”
“I mean, dear…” She took another sip of her coffee before setting her cup on the table and taking my hands into hers. “She may not want this and you might get into trouble. So, you have to tease her slowly to see if she’s attracted to you or if she even likes girls, even little girls like you. It’s not something people approve of. We might both get into trouble.”
“I’ll be careful, Mom. If I see that she isn’t into it, I’ll stop before I get into trouble.” I assured her.
“Ok, sweetheart,” Mom smiled. “Now finish up and go get dressed. If anyone asks why you’re wearing your older uniform, just tell them you others are at the cleaners and we’ll have them by the next school day.”
“I will, Mom.”
I quickly finished breakfast and made a mad dash upstairs to dress in what we had chosen last night. Mom came in and offered me some of her perfume, putting a little dot behind each ear and down between my not-so-developed breasts. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes, and smiled.
“Just right. Now hurry, I’ll take you to school.” She told me as she hurried to get her coat and keys. I grabbed my backpack and joined her downstairs, grabbed my coat from the rack and we were on our way.
Would Ms Bridgefield? Would she send me to the Principle? Won’t be long before I find out.
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