Butter and Peaches, Part One
This story involves female adults having regular and scandalous sexual contact with female children. If this offends you, please move on and do not read it. Also, do not preach about how others should not be able to read it or access it. Also, don't read this story if you are under legal age to read such bawdy stories in your country. Consider yourself warned.
The full story, contains wine useage by minors and cannabis useage by adults, both of which do not bother me, ethically. It also contains a lot of deep religious conversation because that's who the characters are. Also, there is a lot of frank discussion of pregnancy because the characters are (A) female and (B) mothers. I am writing for a specific audience here, and if you don't "get it", then I'm sorry, but that's the way I write. Write to me at firstname.lastname@example.org and tell me why you hate it. I love to hear from my fans.
On earth, there were two women, both single mothers, who lived one street over from each other. Their names were Jaqueline and Rebecca.
Jaqueline (or Jackie) was an African-American woman who had been married to a successful lawyer. They'd had two kids right away and for a while, the family life was so great their neighbors began referring to them as the "Cosbys" after the TV show that they resembled. Jacqueline even looked like the mom from that show, Phylicia Rashad.
Around the time their kids became teenagers, she got pregnant again at the age of 35. When the child was born, Jaqueline named her "Penelope" out of a book she had read. When little Penny was three years old Jackie's husband suddenly told her he was bisexual. He left to go live with his boyfriend. It was an amicable divorce and Jackie got to keep their suburban home (and little Penny) while their older children went off to college and world-travels.
Jacqueline was an attractive woman, not even by any racial standard. She was simply, "Fiiiiiiine." and there was no translation needed. Her skin was a nice chocolate color. She wore her hair short, like Halle Berry. When she was in high school, there was no shortage of homeboys (and white boys too) that tried to get with her. She was a fundamental baptist Christian, however, and believed in hellfire and therefore stayed a virgin until she was married. Her husband was a good lover and she enjoyed sex although she never really felt like she got enough of it. She could have fucked all the time, particularly when she was pregnant the last time, with Penny. Unfortunately at that time, her husband was off with his gay sexual partners. She spent almost the whole pregnancy masturbating, either to relieve cramping or out of sheer boredom. She'd reach around her belly and madly dig her fingernails into her bush, bringing herself to dozens of orgasms per day.
It felt thrilling to re-experience her sexuality as a pregnant woman. She felt her uterus contract when she would orgasm and she felt extremely close to the baby inside her. It also made the actual birth her easiest by far. She had become keenly aware of her muscles and their limits and she was able to push very strongly. In less than two hours, little Penny was born. Three years later, Jackie's husband left. This caused her lusts to lose their only outlet, and so she began masturbating regularly again. Jackie's lusts had also grown since her husband left. She felt guilty about masturbation, but there were times she couldn't resist rubbing her sticky-itchy crotch and releasing the tension.
She realized that menopause was looming, but she had no lapse in her libido, that's for sure. She always prayed afterward and asked for forgiveness. As a 42-year-old single-mother, Jackie was all you could ask for. She worked at an insurance company as a supervisor and was respected by her peers. She and her seven-year-old daughter Penny enjoyed each other's company very much. They went to church every Sunday and prayed together every night.
Jacqueline was very chaste with little Penny and had not allowed her daughter to see her naked. She would shower in her private bathroom and her daughter had been scolded once for trying peek at her mother. Penny missed bathing with her mother, as a child. Jaqueline missed those moments too, and she felt bad about what had led up to her scolding her daughter. It wasn't the child's fault at all. There were several events that led up to it.
The main event was when Penny was four years old. Jaquelin's husband had just left her alone and single. She was feeling very lonely and she drank a glass of wine. She decided to go all out since it was a Friday night and she toked up a little grass that she kept stashed away. She liked cannabis, but she knew it made her think strange thoughts sometimes. Or did it reveal her personality? She only did it once a month or so, so she couldn't tell for sure. Her dealer was another member of her church so there was no problem getting it. She'd never seen smoking cannabis as a sin. 'Why would God put it on the Earth in such quantities if He didn't want people to smoke it?' she asked herself. Her husband had been tolerant of her taste in this regard, and they had eventually come to refer to it in code around their children, referring to it as "plum" although neither of them knew where that name started. Mom would occasssionally run to the store for some "plums" or go see "her friend who has a plum tree." The kids never caught on.
She took off a little piece of the soft green leaf, which was sticky and fragrant on her fingertips. She packed her one-hitter and inhaled deeply, drawing the smoke into her lungs. Feeling the alchohol warm her spine, she felt the cannabis quickly rearranging her perspectives. She danced lightly over to the stereo to put on some jazz music which she enjoyed tremendously. Feeling her tensions float away, Jaqueline danced slowly, swaying to the music.
"Bathtime, Momma?" came the question from below and she opened her eyes. Little Penny was naked and holding her hands together, awaiting her mother's answer. She tilted her head to the side and smiled. Her little hair was done up in braids with colorful accessories.
"Sure baby, let's go get you cleaned up." she said, following her child into the bathroom.
She felt great as she absently soaped up a washcloth and little Penny splashed in the warm bubbles. Jackie's mind drifted away. Suddenly, a complaint.
"That's too hard Momma."
Jackie had been washing the girl and been too rough on her daughter's private parts. "Sorry baby," she said. This made her think a brand-new thought, 'Why do I wash her so hard between her legs? Am I trying to be clinical about it?' Certainly she would rather use the soft, gentle, loving motions of the washcloth like when she washed her own vulva. In fact
At that moment she had a clear picture of her bare, soapy fingers and manicured fingernails roaming free over her daughter's crotch. Yes, if it was her own vulva, that's what she'd do. She'd wash her daughter's pussy with just soap and fingertips. The thought made her swoon with delight.
"Sorry Butter," which was a favorite name for her child. "Here, does that make it better?" And two of her fingers softly rubbed little Penelope's slippery labia. One of them trailed back behind to dip gently between the child's tight buttocks. Little Penny gulped and her eyes opened wide.
For what seemed like an eternity, Jaqueline washed her daughter's private parts with her hands. Her nails were long (purple-lavender swirls) but they were nicely rounded at their edges and so did not hurt the tender flesh of her little nubian princess. The soap bubbles clung to little Penny as she shifted herself to get more comfortable. She got on her hands and knees, arching her back and presenting her rump for more 'washing'. Jacqueline was beyond reason now, acting purely on feminine lust and instinct. She soaped up her daughter's bottom, pausing briefly to grab her glass of wine. She downed it all in one gulp and unbuttoned the top two buttons on her work shirt. Little Penny waited, bum in the air. She waggled it a little, wanting more washing. Jackie knelt down and held the child's bottom in her hands. She soaped it up, watching the suds slip down the round globes and into the little crevices and crannies where bubbles collect on bathing girls. Jackie began a rhythmic sliding of her finger along her daughter's crotch. Penelope sighed deeply.
"That feels good Momma."
"I'm glad baby," came the reply, almost a sob. Jackie was inflamed with lust as she held her daughter's hips in her hands and pressed her fingertips to the little folds of flesh hidden deep away. She curiously poked the tip of her fingernail into the tiny dark anus and the child froze for a moment. After the newness had passed and the fingernail sunk a little deeper, young Penny was rotating her hips in a circle to better feel it. Jackie wanted to go deeper, but just as the tip of her finger was pressing for entrance, she pulled away. She grasped Penny's little bum and with her fingertips, she pulled the tiny coconut apart and she glimpsed her daughter's inner vagina. It was the pinkest pink she had ever seen. It was the flesh of a pink rose, complete with a pearly dewdrop. She wanted badly to push one of her fingers inside. She put one of the fingers into the child's mouth, encouraging her to suckle it.
"Soapy," the child complained, and her mother rinsed it off for her. The child happily brought her mom's well manicured nail into her mouth. Jackie ran the tip of her nail along the tiny teeth of her infant daughter. She thrilled when little Penny took the whole thing into her mouth and sucked the long finger. Jackie could feel the tip of her nail at the back of Penny's throat. She curiously flicked the tip of her nail and little Penny briefly gagged. "Sorry baby," came the comforting response. Penny was feeling so much pleasure, she hadn't even thought to complain. She loved the feeling of love from having her mother's hands washing her and sucking her mommy's finger was a fun game.
Jackie was out of control and quickly needed relief. She reached down between her legs, quickly unzipping her slacks and pushing them (and her panties) down to her thighs. She began frigging her clitoris while letting her other hand roam over Penny. Penny noticed her mother's movements but didn't understand them and so she giggled at what she thought was 'Mommy being funny' and she waggled her butt a little more. In this way, Jackie brought herself to a massive orgasm which she stifled vocally so Penny did not get scared. Penny still got a little scared and she shrunk against the other side of the tub as her mother climaxed.
Jackie, once she recovered, opened her arms to the wet little girl. Little Penny fell into her mother's embrace, soaking Jackie's shirt, revealing dark skin beneath. Jackie ended the moment, finishing the child's bath and putting her quickly to bed.
The next day, when her head cleared, Jackie knew she had been posessed by a demon. Smoking weed was her one vice but NOW... There was no way she could ever allow herself to go farther with her daughter. She had to pray for help to remove these sinful thoughts.
For four long years, Jackie had prayed and had successfully controlled her urges. She never bathed her daughter again after that, telling her baby, "You are old enough to wash yourself now," or simply having the babysitter handle it for her. She knew she could not control this pedophilic demon inside her, if that's what it was. She didn't understand demons or anything like that but she knew she would go to hell for such actions. She never saw her child naked again unless they were trying on clothes.
By now, Penelope was seven and growing up very precociously. She was able to communicate in three languages (French, Spanish and English) and was considered to be a brilliant child. She was not as into religion as her mother was, but she knew the bible well and she went to church on Sunday because it gave her time to be with her mother, whom she loved deeply. She had the perfect sort of lean, athletic body one would imagine the William's Sisters having when they were seven. Just curvy muscle and bones. Her eyes were a delightful shade of brown and showed a deep innocence and curiosity. She usually wore berry-flavored lip-gloss and it made her full lips look like tiny pieces of fruit themselves.
Penny didn't know what love or sex was, but she had looked at adult magazines that a schoolgirl had brought. They showed white women doing things that Penny did not understand. It looked to her like they were licking each other's bottoms, but Penny had no idea why they would be doing that. Now, at seven, she was just learning about her own body. It was on a drive home from church one Sunday morning that her mother brought up the subject of periods to her.
"Now Penelope baby," she said, "I have to tell you something very important, okay?"
"Okay," Penny responded, sitting next to her mother in the front seat of their car.
"It's easier for Mommy to talk about this when we've been to church and we're in the spirit of God, you see? That's why I want to talk about it now. Okay?" She smiled at her daughter.
Penny smiled back and nodded.
"Alright well, when a girl grows into a woman, there's a special time in her life where she begins to produce eggs for if she wants a baby."
The child gazed, rapt in attention.
"Every month, a woman produces an egg, up inside her, where it might grow into a baby. You won't be having a baby, so the egg will fall out of you. This time each month is called your monthly or your period."
Penelope frowned as she thought about this, "I'm gonna have an egg drop out of me?" she said, mystified.
"No baby, it's very, very tiny. You can't even see it. There will be some blood though, every month. It's why Momma buys those pads. I wear them so the blood is kept away from my clothes."
Penny nodded sagely. "Yeah, I heard girls talk about that. Bleeding from down there," she looked at her own crotch which was hidden under her sunday dress, "that's weird."
"It's not weird Butter, it's just something wonderful that is part of being a woman. When it happens, you'll notice blood on your coochie and then you let me know and I'll help you. It probably won't happen for years from now, so you can relax, okay? Mommy just wants you to know about your body."
'Know about your body?' Jackie thought to herself. What does that mean? Am I encouraging her to masturbate? ...And at that moment, by asking herself that question, Jackie called up an image into her mind. An image of her daughter masturbating in the same way she herself did. Legs splayed, grunting The thought made her catch her breath noticably. Her pussy was instantly wet.
They quietly drove on for a few minutes more.
"Momma, Peaches wants to stay the night this weekend, is that okay?" Peaches was the daughter of one of their neighbors who lived on the other street. Her mother, Rebecca, was much younger and was a single mom. They had met her at parent-teacher night for their class and found out their houses backed up to each other. The girls then became friends.
"Sure honey, if it's okay with Rebecca, it's okay with me."
Jacquline and Rebecca lived on neighboring streets with their backyards butting up against one another as many suburban homes do. Jackie had a pool which was semi-visible through the trees and they could see into each other's homes when the windows were open. The side fences of their neighborhood were high and so their two backyards had a reasonable amount of privacy if not from each other.
Rebecca and her daughter, Peaches, were from the South. Rebecca had gotten pregnant from an older, married man when she was twelve. Her mother hid her in the house during the pregnancy, telling people she had a special illness. Fortunately, she was a good liar and people didn't think much of it. Rebecca's mom, Ann, was very kind and wasn't upset when Rebecca got pregnant at so young an age. She tried her best to make Rebecca comfortable with the situation and devoted much of her time to caring for her.
Ann also felt an odd satisfaction when bathing her pregnant, pubescent daughter. When little Rebecca's belly got really big and swollen, her pudenda were puffy and fat. Ann felt an odd, new lust creep into her as she helped her daughter through the final trimester, bathing her every day, every square inch of the child's pregnant twelve-year old body. These feelings made her feel extremely close to her daughter and they shared a very special, passionate relationship in those last few months. After Peaches was born, life changed dramatically. The three of them moved to a different city and Ann bought a house there.
To Ann, Little Peaches was secretly her most treasured gift God had ever given her. She loved her grandaughter passionately. Unfortunately, when Peaches was only three years old, Rebecca walked in on Ann who was licking little Peaches' private parts. The child was on her stomach and the crack of her little bottom was slick with her grandmother's saliva.
The sight of such an unexpected scene evoked massive feelings and emotions the young teenager could not define. She screamed at her mother and they had a huge fight. Rebecca left, taking Peaches with her. She found a boyfriend and lived with him for two years. Then, out of the blue, Rebecca's uncle died and left her a nice little chunk of money and she was able to buy a house and become a full-time student.
Rebecca was fixing dinner for herself and her daughter when the phone rang.
"Hi Mom," she said with a sigh, switching the phone to her other ear.
"How was school today?" Ann's voice asked.
"It was fine," came the reply, "we're researching Flemish masters. It's very interesting."
"Sounds fascinating dear. And how's my little Bowl'a-Peaches?"
"She's good, she's smiling at me right now." Rebecca stuck her tongue out to show that her daughter had predicted the phone call correctly. It WAS grandma calling.
"Is she? Let me talk to that minx," said Ann.
Rebecca handed the phone to her child.
"Hi Gramma," she said into the phone like a little lady.
"Hello Peachie, how's my baby girl?" Ann asked, her tone syrupy and honest in her adoration of the child.
"I'm good," she said absently, her attention on a fork she was fiddling with in the table as one does when on the phone, "I went swimming last weekend."
"You did! And was it fun?" Ann asked.
Peaches nodded her head but forgot to say yes. "And I wore that little bathing suit you gave me. The one that goes up my crackle."
At this, Rebecca turned around from washing dishes. She raised her eyebrows and payed closer attention to the conversation.
"Oops, well let's not tell your mommy about that one, right? You remember I asked you to keep it secret, don't you?" Ann said, knowing how forgetful her little lovers could be sometimes.
Peaches flashed an "Oops" look at Rebecca, who caught that look and guessed what was being said. She listened to her daughter's side of the conversation only:
"Do you promise?"
There followed a long two-minute period where little Peaches did not speak, but instead listened very intently to what her grandmother was saying. Rebecca thought she was imagining things but it seemed like little Peaches was rocking herself back and forth on her heel, which was tucked up under her pelvis. Her mouth hung open as she listened to whatever Ann was telling her. Her eyes seemed half closed, almost as if in lust. Finally, she stopped rocking herself with a little sigh and said, "Okay Gramma, that sounds fun. I love you." And then, "Okay bye-bye," and she handed the phone to her mother.
"Peaches, can you please let me speak to your grandmother in private?" she asked the child politely.
"Yes ma'am," little Peaches replied, taking her schoolwork into the other room.
"What was that part about her 'Crackle?'" Rebecca enounciated into the phone, her irritation clearly coming through. She knew it was her daughter's word for her vulva.
"Oh Rebecca, don't act like that. You know how hard it is to find bathing suits that fit girls her age and this one was a little tight. Oh she looked so adorable in it when we tried it on. It made her little bottom look"
"Mother!" Rebecca cut the woman off.
Since she was 15 and found her mother performing oral sex on little Peaches, she was brutally aware of the lesbian/pedophilia/incest meme and it was infecting her mind at a geometric rate. The three P's of Pussy, Pedo, and Parent rang through her head like a firetruck circling her house. In that one moment, a single snapshot, she saw all three of these taboo subjects perfectly framed. She locked eyes with her mother while the woman's tongue was buried deeply into little Peaches' bum. There was a look of desire so deep inside Ann's eyes, at that moment, that Rebecca blushed as she thought back to it and she thought back to it a lot. In fact, since she had caught her mother in that lewd act and left home, she had restricted much of her mother's contact with Peaches, while simultaneously feeling like a hypocrite because she could not get the single snapshot image out of her mind. She had rubbed her pussy many, many times thinking about the look in her mother's eyes at that moment. The look of pure lust. She felt betrayed by her mother in a strange way.
The silence on the telephone had gone on for a few seconds.
"I'm sorry, Rebecca. I don't want to make you angry."
"Mom," Rebecca started to cry, wiping away hot tears that felt good, "you don't understand how hard it is for me. I understand that you love Peaches, okay, but I can't accept the way you think. I wish we could see eye to eye about it."
"I know, baby. I'm sorry. Look, I'm coming into town next week and I'd like to stay with you two. I'll fly in on Wednesday and don't have to leave until Sunday night. Let's make a holiday of it."
Rebecca sniffed and wiped her eyes. She had been feeling lonely as of late. She would enjoy her mother's company. "That sounds great, Mom. I want you to come. But I am serious about what we discussed. Peaches is to remain innocent of sex and if she remembers or discusses what you did to her, you are to explain how it is wrong. I am trusting you with her, you know."
"I understand pumpkin. Don't be cross with me. We'll have a wonderful time, I promise."
Rebecca sighed and smiled. It would be nice to have her mother around. Ann always had a way of making everyone happy while making herself happy in doing so. She was self-motivated, but was very picky in the sort of company she would keep. She had a select clique of friends she moved with. Rebecca knew that having Ann here meant having to do little work and to be pampered by her mother.
She finished her conversation happily, telling her mother that she loved her and then hung up. It felt good to have a little cry. It was mostly because she had felt so conflicted herself recently.
She had been bathing together with her daughter since the child's birth and had grown to love the feel of Peaches' soapy skin against hers. When she discovered her mother's pedophilic act, however, it made bathtime change, ever so slightly. First, she started to notice how some time after that day, little Peaches seemed to develop the habit of displaying her privates without seeming to notice. This had kept up for the past few years and last night's bath was no exception. They were in the tub and Rebecca was reclining with her feet down under the faucets. Peaches was intent on fiddling with the faucets and so she turned her little self around, arching her back into the air, right in her mother's face. The child's wet little bum was arched directly at Rebecca's breasts. If she had moved forward, her nipple would have lodged directly between those little cheeks.
Rebecca watched her daughter's anus wink and flutter open. 'I wonder if it would suck on my nipple just like her mouth did?' she mused and then clucked her mouth audibly at the thought.
'What is wrong with me?' she thought.
"Peaches, what are you doing?"
"I'm playing with the water."
"Please stop. Sit back here and let Mommy wash your back."
The girl complied, lowering that bubble butt below the water and settling back between her mother's breasts. Was it Rebecca's imagination or did Peaches push her naked little bottom into her mother's crotch? Rebecca knew it was not her imagination. While she washed little Peaches' back, the girl was gridning her little mound on the bottom of the tub while also rubbing her mother's privates.
After the washing was done, Rebecca found herself aroused and confused. Why was Peaches acting this way? Did she know the effect she was having on her mother? She dried her daughter off and tucked her into bed.
She was going to have a serious talk with her mother...
End Part One
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