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 {I'm not going to get bogged down in the astrophysics, because it's nerdy,
and boring.  Look it up.  The point is that it's not Stable.  Either the
3rd body in such a complex system spirals in to be consumed
gravitationally, or spirals out to be lost.

   Also, this is an experiment in Foreshadowing, and flashback.  If you're
following my fantasies, you know I have a recurring theme of blurring the
lines to overlap.

   Speaking of recurring themes: "Who's that Girl?" ~Annie Lennox}

   ;

   Mama/Mila

   "Hey."

   "Oh!" I turned, "Hi, Jenna." Nervously, I looked away as soon as I
recognized her.

   "It's okay," she sat down, "I know about you and Mom, so." She rolled
her eyes, "Huh!  Since I saw you out here, I thought I'd clear the air."

   "Let me explain."

   "Uh!" she laughed, "Uhuhaha!  Don't bother," waved it off, "She already
had," she quoted, "The Talk about you two, and dad.  He doesn't know, of
course."

   "Of course he does." It was his idea.

   She shook her head, "He thinks he does."

   "Well, what do you think you know?" At 8 years old.  "Young lady?"

   "Look, Old Lady.  You like that?"

   "This conversation is over." I got up, "Mila?"

   "She knows too."

   "Yeah mom?" She stopped, slid down the pole from the top of the jungle
gym.  "Oh, hey Jenny."

   "You know eachother?"

   "Of course!" She put he arm around her.  "We're girlfriends."

   The other girl tuned, and looked up.  So my daughter could turn her
head, tilt it, and I looked around.  Away from them, their faces coming
together, and blinked.

   "Smooch!" Couldn't shut out the sound, of their kiss.  Loudly smacking
their lips, for me to hear it.

   "Amelia!"

   "What?  Oh, it's all right for you to sleep around on dad with her mom,
but I can't get a little pussy too?"

   "That's it," I grabbed her arm, "When we get home."

   "Let GO!" She pulled it away, "Mom.  Unless you want to talk about this
with dad.  When we get home."

   "Or maybe we can have a threesome!?" The little girl bounced, and
giggled.

   "Jenna!"

   "What?  So my mom's a lesbian, so am I?  It runs in our families." I
looked at my Milie, but she just frowned, and nodded.

   "For your information, she's bisexual."

   "No, for your information, I know My mother better than her lesbian
mistress.  So, why don't you make a bigger scene, huh?" She turned around.

   Mila with her, "Come on girls."

   'no,' I hissed, 'shh!'

   "Come on, cummon!  Don't be shy!"

   I wanted to run, but coming up the steps, the blocked the only way out.

   Jenna ran around, patting their backs, and lining them up.  "We have a
special treat," bending to pat 2 on their bottoms.  "I told you some day
we'd show you a real lesbian?"

   "Jenna..." I warned.

   "Well, here she is."

   "I'm not some, curiosity..."

   "Ooh!"

   Oh my God!

   The assorted girls started giggling, grinning, and toughing eachother.

   's clothing, but in a decidedly sexual manner, and I looked around, but
the playground was clear.

   There wasn't a sign, of anyone else, except for the other parents
gathered around the bleachers.

   The chainlink.  Baseball diamond, ends of the dugouts, and the pitcher
stepping down to throw overhand.  The delayed muffled thump of a leather
mitt, then the catcher standing up to throw it back.

   All the other mothers, their sons.  Distracted by the game, of course.
Why I came to keep an eye on my daughter, playing with the other girls on
the playground.

   "Come on, loosen up a little."

   "Jenna," I shook my head, backing up, but the little girls were
surrounding me.  I turned, shook my head, looking every direction for a way
out, but could only see over their heads.  Under the octagonal roof of the
bandstand, not even the sides, the railings, and the rose bushes planted
around the trellises.

   "Ooh, hihihn!"

   "Yeah, she's got great tits."

   "Go on, open up your blouse."

   I tried slapping their hands away, but now they were feeling up my
skirt.

   "Yeah, show us your bra."

   "Girls, stop!"

   "It's okay, we won't tell."

   "Yeah.  Mom." My eyes flashed to my 12 year old daughter.  Her smirk,
and dirty wink.  "If you give us what we want, we don't have to tell dad."

   "Uh?"

   "Ooh, hihih!" I pushed my skirt down in back.  "Lookit her panties!" Or
tried to, but there were too many tiny hands, and short curious little
faces, grinning, and starting to peek up under it, as they pulled out the
pleats.

   I felt so betrayed, exposed, and terrified.  That he would only have to
look over here to see me.  My blouse already pulled out, and the countless
questing fingers slipping up to grope underneath.  My knees gave out, but
even as small, and weak, and young as they all are, there were so many they
didn't let me go.  Just gently lowered me to the painted boards of the
gazebo, and the world spun.

   "Oh!" I felt faint, but my eyes focused on the beams overhead.  Coming
together to join in a lattice of metal straps, interlaced, and bent around
the butted ends, then nailed together.  "Huh!"

   "Yeah, now she's getting into it."

   "She's so red."

   "And hot."

   "Is she getting wet?"

   "Snh?  She smells a little sweaty." I felt the head in my shirt.

   "Mh, spmph!" Her turning, and the hot breath.  "Huh!" right where her
cheeks puffed, and flatted, blowing ab raspberry.  My bra up around my
neck, and so many hands.  So many tiny fingers, soft palms squeezing,
rubbing, patting, and groping my chest.  Even as more felt all over my
legs, and the girl's mouth found a nipple.

   "Hoh!" Like a baby.  An infant, even Mila when she was so young.  And
tiny, an infant latching on, and leeching the milk from the engorged
glands. Now dried up, but it popped out.

   "SbP!" And a tiny pointed tongue tip swirled around, distracting me from
everything until I felt the waist of my underpants.  Pulled out, the
hundreds of tiny fingers hooked over it to slip them down over my hips.

   "Huh!" I just scooched, side to side to help them get them under my
buttocks, and they giggled, slipping them down my thighs.

   "Let me!"

   "No me."

   "I'll do it."

   "NO!" My eyes flew opened, and they stopped.  Fighting over me.  "She's
my mom.  So, I get to eat her out first."

   The girls moved, quietly.  Without a word, they got out from between my
legs so my beautiful darling daughter could kneel down, and take their
place.

   "Oh," I felt her shoulders, "Mila." Up her neck, and met her eyes. 
Looked up from her smile to see her love for me in them.  "I love you so
much."

   "Good." she bent down.  "Now take off her shirt."

   I felt her breath, under there, and even the insistent fingers on the
buttons went away, along with everything else.

   All that was left was pleasure, and my darling daughter's mouth.

   "Hahn!"

   ;

   The other woman (FF Saph)

   "UH!" She woke me up, bolting upright in the bed, and the cover slipped
down.  "Mh!" From her bare breasts, she covered her face, and they shook
with her head.  Her wrecked hair, I just looked back down at the large full
soft womanly bulge and felt up her side.

   "You all right?" The sheet, and slipped it off her hip.  Down her long
smooth shaven thigh, and felt back up it bare with my fingers.

   "Huh!  Just a bad dream." She turned to look over.  Down at me, smiling
and feeling back up the side.  Over her rib to cup her breast.  Turning in
my hand, she put her elbow down next to me, and leaned over.  Sideways, her
mouth hanging over mine, I closed my eyes, and let my smile part for her
tongue to slip in, and lick between my teeth.

   "Snhhh!"

   She felt up my tummy, between my breasts, and rubbed back and forth over
my sternum.  My beating heart, and pulled back to let me gasp in a breath.

   "Huh!  What about?" She looked away.

   "Never mind." Down my recumbent body, slipping the covers back down over
what hadn't already been exposed.  "You want to help me." Bending over my
breast, "Get it out of my mind?"

   Kissing the nipple, I closed my eyes.  "Yeah."

   Before my husband got back.

   "Smq!" It rolled back to my side, and she turned to brush it with her
cheek.  "Good." Stopped swirling a fingertip in my dry navel, and brushed
them down to my pubes.  Scratching at them, and kissing the inside of my
other breast.

   "Huh!" I rubbed her hair, as it stopped brushing over my breast, my
ribs, and the top of my tummy, but her fingers found my vaginal labia, and
turned.  Sideways to slip her thumb down.  Pinch them together, and and
slip them back and forth.  Against her fingertips, so my clitorus
practically rolled around int the hood between them, and dipped her tongue
to swirl it around in my belly button.

   "Hihihn!" I pushed her down, turning up on her hip, I cupped up under
it. Guided her over, "Come here."

   To straddle my face, and settle her moist fragrant crotch right over my
nose.

   "Snh!" I closed my eyes, and pulled at her back.  Lifting my head, and
letting my hungry grin split open again.  This time for my tongue to slip
out, and down between her sex drenched lips.  Kissing deeply, and finding
where they came together.

   Soon enough, the point that slipped out of the fold, and wiggled back
and forth under the tip of my tongue.

   "OohhhHhH!" Her breath between my legs, then she took in another ragged
one before bending back down, to return the kiss.

   Before my husband gets home, with the boys.

   ;

   Mila (Gf...)

   "Hmnmnmn!" I looked over at her, hands tight over her mouth, trying to
cover up her laugh.

   'sh,' I took one, pulled it away, and back up from the window.  'come
on,' Whispered, 'you don't want to get us caught.' Pulled it, so she had to
follow me away from the window.  To the swing sets, "Told you."

   She didn't believe me, so we snuck out.  "Huh!" I let go to scooch out
of my underwear, and slip them down.

   'what are you doing?' She looked around the yard.  My yard, I settled on
the seat, and pulled up the strap to support my back.

   "Nhm!" She looked down, even as my skirt flattened over my spreading
knees, and my underwear pulled tight between my ankles.  "Huh!  I'm just so
turned on!" Pulling it up my lap, so I could get my hands in there.  "Uh!
I'm so wet!"

   Inside, I guess.  Watching my mom, and her's.  69ing on the bed, I let
my head fall back, my hair hang behind me, and spread open my pussy to rub
the sides with my fingertips.  "HhuhUhH!"

   "HihimnmMH?"

   "Go ahead, get a good look." I pinched my fingertips together, and
rolled them around the top.  "Ngh!" Hunched, "Huh!" At the electric
tickles, flashed up to dance between my nipples, and the hot flush spread
up my neck under my shirt.

   "Hm!  Nh?"

   I blinked, and raised my head.  The once dark back yard a little
brighter even as my bangs swept back together, over my eyebrows.  "Hm!"

   "Nh!" Her hand down her pants, she covered it, and squeezed them
together with her legs.  Crossing her knees like she had to pee, her hips
squirmed, and she let out another little grunt.  "Ngh!" Almost a squeal, I
wish I could see how red her face was, but the only real light was the
streetlamp.  barely shining between the houses, so everything was orange,
and dim, but she tried it.  "Nhmh?" She fell.  "Huh!" Her knees gave out,
and she hunched over.  Her tiny hand patting in the dirt.  The short
pointed path, from my brother's feet dragging the ground.  Pushing back,
and kicking, flying off the swing to jump, but my head fell back, and I
felt a little.

   Dampness, not like a drop but starting to leak so my pinched dry lips
started to slip.  So I could slip a finger down, and feel the hole it was
starting to drip from.  Swirl it around, then back up, the wrinkles of
skin, and moisten the sensitive tiny blade of flesh as it came out.

   "NhHahmn!  NHM!" Biting my lip, I stopped to suck in a breath.  "SNH!?"
And hold it, resumed inching the now slippery skin back and forth, and
feeling it squish flat.  My fingerprints brushing it, and the shivering
pleasure tickle up my belly like a building storm.  "HhHhHhHHHH!"

   My knees clamped, and shook.

   "HuhHhHhHhH!" I shook, all over, and it broke like a fever.  Sweat
breaking out under my bangs, even my frown, eyebrows squeezing a wrinkle
together, and my eyes clenched so tight the wrinkled together. 
"Hihnnnnnn!" I relaxed.  "Huh!" Started panting.  "Huh huh huh huh!" Just
let it sink down.  Drift with the dreamy, orgasmic relief slowly run down
my neck.  My back, start to drain down my legs to my feet, and spread out
to the ground.  "Snh!"

   "Hihihihihm!" She sat up.  Looking at me, watching me.  Hand motionless,
as if forgotten, still stuffed down the front of my pants.  "Does that feel
good?"

   "Huh!" I shook my hands, and felt the blood tingle back into them. 
"Yeah."

   "Can you make me feel it?"

   "I can try."

   I got up, and helped her pull down her pants.  Before she bent over the
swing.  "Here." I felt her butt, and spread them.  Open, like boobs on a
woman lying down on the back.  "Snh!" I closed my eyes, let the scent fill
my already swimming head, and moved in to finally try it.

   Didn't smell like much, but I hoped it had more flavor.

   My first taste of pussy.

   ;

   Mrs Davenport

   I don't mean to pry, but while the boys were out, with their father.

   They won, the big game, and to celebrate they had a Boy's Night out.  My
daughter had a friend over, and they were in her room.  I said "Sure" when
she asked.  It wasn't a school night, and she happily watched her for the
game, while her mother was gone.

   It was a special night, but now I felt alone.  In bed, and when I went
to get my toy to tide me over, I found it missing.  So, I didn't have to
think hard, to figure out where it went.  Who could have taken it, or
possibly had a use for it.  I got up, and put on my robe, but when I got to
the door I heard giggles from inside.

   I wasn't spying on them, but my suspicions were immediately confirmed. I
couldn't hear the hum of the vibrator, but I was able to hear their voices,
muffled through her door.

   "You're right," she giggled again, "It does feel funny."

   "You like it?"

   "Oh yes!  It kinda tickles."

   "Hhm?" I covered my mouth, intensely aware of what I was doing now. 
Despite the shame of listening at my daughter's door, I must admit my
curiosity got the better of me, and I was already randy.

   Remembering her mother, Amelia's, in my bed.  Passing out, exhausted
together, then waking up to satisfy eachother all over again.

   "Hihihihihn!"

   Not to mention the disturbing dreams.  Sick fantasies about her, and my
daughter, all the neighborhood girls around me, by the playground. 
Surrounding me, touching my body, and stripping off my clothes. 
Blackmailing, and gang-banging me.

   "Smq smooch!" Kissing eachother so loudly, as to be heard through the
door, but I was already masturbating.  Split open my robe to feel the
wetness inside.

   "Oh, Mrs.  Davenport."

   "Huhn!" My head, resting against the wall, biting back moans of my own,
and squeezing my eyes tight.

   "Oh, momma."

   "Yeah, your mom's so sexy."

   "Oh!"

   "I know, right?  Especially with your mom."

   "Nh!"

   Suddenly the fear came back, like the nightmares, but I knew pinching
myself wouldn't do me any good.

   This wasn't a dream.  I wasn't imagining it.  Sure, all the girls in the
neighborhood.

   "Hahn!" Sinking back into bed, my head into the pillows, and fingers
finding their way back inside me.

   Okay, that was just a dream, but he looks.

   I don't know, what's coming over me.  Lust, obviously.  My husband, well
he's a middle aged man.  He went through changes too, and while he lost
interest in sex, and my libido only got stronger, this.

   I wasn't a lesbian, before.  He said I lost interest too.  Nothing could
be farther from the truth, I'm more horny than ever before, but I'm just
not interested in him.  Sexually, any more, and while I was lucky to find a
woman, to share my newfound passions with, this new development.

   "HhHhHhH!"

   It's sick.

   "Hahhhhhhn!"

   Getting off on it.

   Not her mother.  "Mila."

   She's only 8.  I'm climaxing, but the thought of her, naked.

   "Hiewh!"

   Not just with my daughter.

   With my vibrator.  Fresh from my quivering quim, and straight into her
young, smooth, bloodless.

   Surely, she's not on her period yet.  So young, she's just a child!  And
a lesbian, with my daughter.

   Like mother, like daughter, and I do like her mother, but.  This, this
is sick.

   "Your mother is so hot," she said.

   "Oh, Mila!"

   It wasn't his idea.  To go bi, I wasn't curious, I didn't want to see
his dick in another woman.  Or at all, any dick, ever again.  I got what I
wanted out of it, a beautiful daughter, and now a wonderful mature woman as
my lover but somehow that wasn't enough?

   How could I, lust after little girls now?

   I wanted to cry, knowing those tears wouldn't wash it away.  Nothing
would, of course I would never.  Ever act on it, and that just made me feel
worse.  I would never know the touch of a little girl's little hands, her
bare little pussy, my fingers inside it, quivering on my tongue.

   Jenna's so lucky, to have her.  To discover this, most wonderful sex so
young, but I missed my chance.  Fucking around with a man, her father, so
she lucked out there, or she never would have existed.  He never would have
moved us here, we never would have met.  Me her mother, or Jenna, and Mila.

   Cute little Mila, nothing stops the thoughts running through my head,
now that they are in there.  So, I escaped, to dream where it's safe. 
Where I don't have to worry about doing anything wrong.  So wrong, the
shame, and guilt just intensify it.  I swear, I've never climaxed like that
in all my life, to just my fingers, but it wasn't just that.

   I also had the though of Mila, with my vibrator, and my daughter.

   She's growing up, becoming so sexual it's impossible to ignore.

   Having sex, right here in my own house.

   With Mila.

   Sweet little Amelia.

   ;

   Mother

   "Huh!" She sat down, "Boys." Right next to me.

   They ran off, to play with some sort of duct tape covered swords.

   "They'll be fine." I turned back to the playground.

   "Of course they will.  You just have to get rid of them, so the girls
can play."

   On the equipment, I noticed they were gone.  All of them, every boy ran
off to the soccer field, to fight over the army duffle full of fantasy
weapons.  Right before she came over to the Gazebo, the picnic table, and
sat right next to me.

   "Well," I nodded, "That worked."

   "So, they have it to themselves."

   "Mission Accomplished."

   She ran up, and I recognized her.  Looked over at her mother. 
Obviously, "What is this?"

   "Hihihn!" I looked back at Fern.  "I know you told me, not to say
anything."

   "She doesn't keep secrets from me.  Don't go anywhere."

   Fight or flight kicked in, as soon as I noticed the trap.  Too late.

   "Relax." My shoulders tensed at their hands.  Fernanda's, sitting right
next to me.  Touching my shoulder, and my leg.  With her mother, on the
opposite side.

   'it's all right.' She whispered in my ear.  'you're not in trouble, but
my mom.'

   'when I heard about you, and your daughter.' my skin crawled, even
further up my neck until the hairs started standing up on the back of my
head.  'i just wanted to play too.' She lapped my earlobe, up to her lips,
and sucked it in.  Feeling under my skirt, her other hand rubbed circles
around my back, above the edge of the tabletop, behind me.

   'you didn't think you're the only one?  wonder how I knew, how to
pleasure you so well.  who i might have learned it from, it certainly
wasn't your daughter.'

   Their breath, hot on both sides of my neck, under my hair, looking
around desperately, and the playful squeels from the playground.  Sounded
so distant, even more than the padded buffeting of the melee on the field.
Of battle, i shook my head, eyes closed, but my legs relaxed.  My knees,
pressed together, but no so hard, then parted to let her insistent fingers
find their way in between.

   'huhhhh!' I gasped in another breath.

   "Why don't you call her over here?  I'm sure she wants to play too."

   "Or at least watch, her mother getting molested for once?"

   I bit my lips, shook my head.

   "I'll do it, then.  MILA?" My eyes flew open, "AMELIA!"

   "No, please!"

   "Sh, it'll be fun!"

   'please!'

   "Shhhh.  Relax."

   I felt so powerless.

   "Oh!  Hey, Fern."

   "Hey!" she got up, but her mother gripped my shoulder.  Hard, her
disgusting chest, squishing around my arm, and her fingertips pulling back
the leg of my underwear.  My panties for my thigh, and felt inside.

   "Mh?" I wanted to scream!

   "What's up?"

   "You want to watch my mom?"

   "That's your mom?" With her face in my hair, her mouth on my neck,
sucking in the skin so I could feel it start to hickey, and her fingertips
slipping up and down in my underpants.

   "Yeah."

   "HhhHhHh!" I shivered.

   "Sphb!" It snapped back, and throbbed.  The spot on my neck, as the
blood flowed back out of it.  Aching like a bruise.  'turn around.'

   The girls went around, the other side of the picnic table, and skooted
over on the bench.  Under the plastic coated expanded metal, I could see
their hands, in eachothers' laps, and closed my eyes to their giggles.

   "Mhhooh!" The moan escaped my lips before I could bite it back.

   ;

   Jennifer

   "Millie's not here."

   "Can I come in?"

   "I don't know when she'll be home." She held the door, open enough I
could probably slip right in, if she wasn't standing in the way.

   "Huh!" Or wearing a skirt.  "Can I talk to you or something?" Maybe I
could get down, and slip between her legs.  I grinned, and bit my lip. 
Looking back up, her body.  The loose blouse, and the full womanly curves
underneath it.

   "Of course." She closed it behind me.  "What's this about?" Just
followed me back to the living room.

   "Well, you know." How do I say this, "I've been spending a lot of time
with Mila lately." Like Mila Kunis, that's why I like calling her that. 
She kind of reminds me of her, that girl, the brunette from That 70's show?

   Only even younger.  Littler, and skinnier.

   "Of course, and I do appreciate you watching her, while the boys are
out." Sports season, every weekend, she reached for her pocketbook, but.

   "I'm not here for your money.  Nor even Amelia.  I'm here for you."

   "Oh?" She pulled out a couple bills anyway.  I took it, no idea what I'd
spend it on, but I was never in it for the money, so much as the pussy.

   "Huh, she's not just a friend.  Your daughter, we're not just best
friends, we're lovers, like you and my mother?"

   She stopped, looked down, but her face heated up.

   "Don't worry, your secet's safe with me." Sitting on the chair.  Across
from the sofa, but I didn't sit down.  There, I stopped pacing, and walked
over to her.  To stand over her.  "It's just that.  She's so young."

   "I don't know, if it's appropriate, for you to see my daughter."

   "Okay," I turned, and sat on the arm.  Of the chair, lucky she'd worn a
skirt, but mine wasn't so long.  Or tight, over my narrow hips.  Not like
her, big broad childbearing hips, much less her full tits.  Full grown
motherly titties, that fed her daughter, and her brothers.  Even my
mother's mouth, sucking them, while we watched through the window.  "I
wasn't really interested in her, anyway." I turned.  "Like I said, she's
too young.  Too small, and undeveloped.  I always wanted a woman, like
you."

   She didn't push me off.  The arm of the chair, or try to stop me. 
Leaning over, sliding my legs over her knees.  Down to her lap, nor my
hands, caressing her face.

   Just closed her eyes, not looking away, or doing anything to stop me
kissing her.  "Huh!" She bit her lip!  "Mh, so.  I thought I'd stop."
Running my hands down her neck, slowly enough to feel it warming.  Over her
collar, and down the front of her blouse.  "Pretending, that she's you."
Her chest, following the straps of her bra down to cup it.  Feel it under
the fabric.

   "Oh, Jenna."

   "Sh," I turned, and covered her mouth again.  Still open, sighing so I
cold taste her breath.  Her lips, and teeth.  Her tongue with mine, and
really squeezing her soft womanly goodness together in both hands.

   I'd been settling, this whole time.  She's not my mom, but she learned.
To kiss like her, and her boobs felt as full.  As hot, even as the warmth
came out the neckline.  The open top, opening more and more as I felt up
the buttons, then down them.  One by one.

   "Oh, Jenny!"

   She thought about me too.  I could tell.  Not that I was shy, about my
own growths.  "Touch me." My chest.  "Oh yes, mh, smooch!" Down her neck, I
found the little divit, under her throat, and swirled my tongue around in
there.

   "Oh!" felt her breath, buzz inside, and in between the open front of her
top.  The soft swells of her heaving chest, and the quick hard beats of her
heart inside.

   "Huh!" I just kept going down, spreading them like the cheeks of her
daughter's ass, to kiss, and lick between them.

   Not like my mom, at all.  She hadn't had sex with me, so it was all new,
to her.

   So she could learn, to please me.

   As her daughter had.

   ;

   {Yeah, okay.  Not like a mother would admit it, in writing.  Molesting
her daughter, she'd make excuses, and tell her lesbian lover about her
"Dreams."

   Right, "It was like a nightmare!"

   Of course it was...}

   ;

   Mrs Pond (Fg Ince Anon.  Obviously an Alias)

   "Hm?" I felt her hands first, then her mouth, at my neck.

   Tiny little hands, it took a moment to realize what had happened.

   Frank was downstairs.  Passed out on the couch again, I had just covered
him with the afghan, but he's comfortable enough down there.  In the den, I
couldn't help but remember what she said.

   About getting rid of the boys.

   "Hh," I pushed her hands off my chest, "Jenni, what are you doing?"

   "Hm?" She shook her head in the dark, and her hair brushed my shoulder.
"Oh, mom.  I'm sorry."

   "It's oh." I blinked, "Well, it's not.  All right, but what possessed
you to;" I swallowed the next words, before they made it to my mouth, but
they got stuck in my throat.

   My daughter, feeling me up in my sleep.

   "Hh, I had a dream." Not a nightmare, like the one that brought her to
bed, in the middle of the night, thank goodness her father was downstairs.

   "An, erotic dream?"

   "A sexy one." She nodded, invisibly in the dark, ut once again her long
black hair gave it away.  "About miss Davenport."

   A chill ran up under the covers, and the pillow.  Even as the memory of
her, in my bed with me.  Like this, telling me about her dreams.

   "It was like a nightmare?"

   "Uh uh.  This time I liked it."

   "What?" I couldn't believe, she was talking about this.  Even as I have
to admit to myself how sexy she really is.  How she had sedced me, and.

   "At the park." She turned back, "Huh!" and I felt her head on the
pillow. I scooted, away from her, to listen, but thank goodness she stopped
touching me.  "I caught her, in the Gazebo."

   This was starting to sound familiar.  "In your dream?"

   "Uh huh?" she nodded, into the pillow, but I couldn't see her face.  my
own daughter, i can tell when she's lying.  See it in her face, but not
hear it in her voice.

   "Was she, touching, another girl?" I hadn't let myself, suspect.  or
denied my suspicions, but now, it was too obvious to ignore.  The signs,
the way she looked.  At my daughter, and she looked away.  Like her
daughter blushed, looking down, when I asked her about, their relationship.
I had suspected, but she's an older girl.  Not so much older, and I
wouldn't mind, if my daughter had a girlfriend, I just didn't no how to
ask.

   She shook her head.  "Herself."

   "She was touching herself?"

   She nodded.

   "When was this?"

   "Practice?  Yeah, baseball practice." When the boys were all busy, and
their fathers watching them.  So the girls had the playground to
themselves.

   "This wasn't a dream, was it?"

   "Mh, hm?  I mean, I dreamed it.  And then you woke me up, but I
remember, when she done it."

   "She touched you."

   "Mhm?"

   "And you touched her?" Like she had.  Just touched me.

   "Nh, hm!" The covers.  Moved.  The didn't go anywhere, but I felt them
pulling, in the dark.  "Hh, nh!" In time, to her grunts.

   My daughter, playing with herself.  In my bed, right next to me. 
Thinking about her, masturbating in the park.  Watching the girls playing,
on the playground, until my daughter caught her.  Then molested her, and
seduced me.

   "Oh god!"

   She seduced me, and got rid of the boys.  Our husbands, even the girls
sleeping over at her house.

   So we could have sex, and her daughter.

   "And Jenna?"

   "Yeah."

   "She touched you, too?"

   "Nh, hHhHhH!"

   "Like this?"

   I felt her leg.  My own daughter, but.  She was just feeling me up, and.
I felt a little pang, of jealousy, before the arousal really kicked in. 
Just like it had, for Jenna's mother.  Like it had, for "Ammelia?"

   "Mhmh?" And Jenna.

   "You know I love you." I moved her hand.

   "I love you mommy."

   "Show me." She trurned back to me, and I felt her hands.  Again.

   "Oh, mommy!"

   Once again on my chest, then her hair.  In my hand, her legs, and
between them.

   How hot she was, for me.  And her face in my chest.

   "Oh, Millie!"

   ;

   {I'm sure you can see where it's going, but I had to get all the
pairings out of the way first.  It's exponential, and there's 4 of them.

   Now, IDK if you noticed, but the girls keep exchanging names?  "Oops!"
Totally intentional, sorry about that, but if you didn't, calling Amelia
"Jenny" and Jennifer "Mila," as well as different diminutives for them are
supposed to add the the surreality of all this.  I just didn't want to
distract you with the psychology of it, until it's time to reveal the
trick.

   Just like I avoided distracting you with the Leitmotif, this time: Sweet
Dreams (Are made of this) Eurythmics.  Not Abba, this basically marks the
point in the Venn Diagram, where the lines come back together.  Between
Fantasy, and Reality, or you open the box to collapse the waveform.  I'm
not even going to hint at what came before is Dream, Lies, or
Foreshadowing/Flashback.  That was all the triangles, in between all 3
circles.}

   ;

   Love is a Stranger

   "Come on girls," she started the car, "Why don't you both sit up front?"

   "Shotgun!" I jumped right in, and scooted over.  Next to her mom, she
turned down the music.  Eurythmics, I think.  Her favorite band, it sounds
like her anyway.  Angela got in next to me, and shut the door.

   No buckle up, or nothing, she just backed out, and pulled up the lever,
behind the steering wheel.

   "Mom," she took my hand, "Huh!" Put it in her lap, and rubbed it on her
leg, "Isn't it about time, we talked about what's going on?"

   I looked up at her.  She nodded, lips tight, but didn't say anything. 
Finally, after last night, she lies a lot.  She's a liar, but she has to
be, cause of what she really is.

   A child molester, it's okay, I like it.

   "I'm not jealous, at all, I'm just a little worried."

   "What about?"

   Angie looked out the window.  "Huh, well all this running around is
exciting and all, but.  Don't you think, it's a little risky?  I don't want
to get caught."

   Molesting me, both of them.  Just last night, first in Angie's room was
her idea.  We're loud, and the vibrator felt good, but you know.

   I'm not, a child molester I mean.

   "Where're we going?"

   "Somewhere we can talk."

   I turned to her.  "And have sex?" With both of them, Angie's great, but
I love her mom.  My mom to, but.  You know, she doesn't love me like that.
Like she does her daughter, and me, and her daughter touches me too, but
she doesn't really have any tits.

   I love tits.

   "I don't know if that's a good idea."

   "Hihihihn!" I had to laugh, and touched her leg too.  She glanced down,
but didn't say anything.  She doesn't say anything, told me not to, but her
own daughter.  She knows, she knew right away, and molested me too, but I
never had them together.  "None of this was a good idea, but you're
molesting me.  Annie's molesting me, and you're not doing it with her no
more but."

   "Yeah, mom.  I want to make love with you.  And Fern.  Please?"

   "If it means that much to you."

   Yeah right, you see what I mean?  She's all, I'm not a child molester.
I'm a lesbian, and my daughter's a lesbian.  not that she, had anything to
do with it.

   I'm glad, I like it a lot, and "I love you." I felt up her hip. 
"Mommy." Her boob.

   "Not out here!"

   She's just so worried about keeping the secret, she lies to herself, I
guess.  As if I don't know, her daughter doesn't know.  "My mom knows." I
had to grin.

   "What?"

   "What do you think we're talking about?  Of course she does, silly?  You
molested her too!"

   "I didn't molest her."

   "Yeah, you did, she finally told me."

   "She's not a child, she's a grown woman."

   "Like you molested me.  Ann molested me.  And you molested Angie. 
Before me."

   She shook her head, lips tight again.

   "Good idea."

   I looked back.

   "What?"

   She pointed, "The park," out the window, "Where we all met."

   It was early, and Sunday.  Which means church, the playground would be
empty.  Nobody who's not going to church would be there, for hours.  They'd
rather sleep in, but I had a feeling I was going to miss it.

   Well, I wouldn't miss it.  At all, playing lesbos with Angel, and her
mom has got to be way more fun.

   "Yeah," I couldn't wait, but finally.  I don't have to, not no more.

   ;

   There Must be an Angel (Playing with my Heart.)

   She practically squeeled, "Dugout!" And ran off.  Mom looked at me.

   So, I just shrugged, "Her favorite fantasy."

   She frowned, silently, so.  "Uh!  I know, you don't want to talk abut
it, but that's not working, and You're the one that got us into this.  Mom?
Say something." At least that you heard me.  I know she heard me, but
that's what she does.  Pretends to ignore it.

   "Huh!  What fantasy?"

   "Welcome to the conversation," I rolled my eyes, "Just like the gazebo,
when you met her?"

   "She told, you?"

   "Of course she did, mom.  We talk to eachother, because we're lovers,
I'm not molesting her the way you did."

   "I'm sorry, you don't understand.  I couldn't help it, she looked so
cute, and she came onto me."

   "MOM!  Stop, okay?  I'm glad, I'm glad you did, she loves me, and I
never would have met her if you hadn't brought her home, but she likes the
part about the girls." Almost to the fence, "Help me over." She looked
around.  "Uh, mom!  Nobody's watching, and do you want to walk around? 
Help me up." So, I climbed over the fence, and dropped down.  "Now, like I
was saying, she likes to imagine the whole town watching.  Uh, I mean the
girls.  Just the girls."

   "I imagined that too." She shook her head.

   "I knOow!  She told me."

   "Well, I'm going to walk around."

   So, I walked with her, on the other side of the fence.  So, she couldn't
run away, like she wanted to, I could tell just by looking at her.

   "So, when we get there, we're probably going to catch her.  In the act,
and get turned on.  Watching her.  One thing leads to another."

   "Huh, yeah.  That sounds." She stopped to think.  "Good?"

   "Yeah, so then you're going to molest me." Like she used to.  "She wants
to see it." She stopped, before she practically left me for another girl,
but I'm not jealous.  I love them, both of them, I'm just sick of lying
about it all the time, when we all know the truth.  She's just been hiding
it, so long, I guess she has trouble admitting it to herself.

   "You molested her, too."

   "Not really."

   "She said."

   "She's 8.  She was a virgin before you molested her, so she doesn't know
the difference between that, sex, and love."

   "And you do?"

   "No?  But I'm actually trying to figure it out.  Instead of hiding from
it, and lying about it.  The important thing is I care, about what she
wants, how she feels, and listen to her.  Instead of doing whatever I want,
and leaving her turned on, confused, and unsatisfied."

   Like I found her, when I met her.  At home, she practically just dropped
her off.  Here's Jessica, and went in her room to fiddle off, or whatever.
Just like she always did, or fucked dad, after she molested me to get
turned on.  Then left me, turned on, confused, and unsatisfied.  So, I knew
exactly what was wrong with her.

   Then, I started growing up.  Hair on it, and bleeding.  My nipples
started swelling, an now I even have a little meat under them to hold them
out.  And feel, squeeze through my shirt, and pinch them through the
fabric.

   "Call my name, and then come around."

   I headed for the dugout, feeling myself up to get turned on, but really
I was just happy to get past it.  All this bullshit, so I could get on with
my life, and find a new lover.  She can have Jessica, she thinks she's in
love with me, and mom, but.  I don't know if she can love.  Anyone but
herself, but she can learn to satisfy her.

   I hope, someone can get something out of a relationship with her.  She's
my mother, I love her, but I'm almost done with her.

   It's about time we both stated to grow up...

   ;

   Cleo {St: John Cage - 4:33}

   "Huhhhhhh!"

   Beautiful morning.  The automatic sprinklers shut off, but the moisture
hung in the air, as a mist clinging to the grass like artificial dew.

   She's right, I have been hiding too long.  I am a child molester, I was
just so afraid that, if anyone knew, when I stopped I never thought she
would miss it.  I would miss it, enough to do something so reckless as to
play with myself.

   Right there, in the gazebo, secretly hoping I would get caught.  I never
thought it would actually happen, much less that she would be so cute, and
curious.  Interested in me, a stranger, and what I was doing, but she did.

   Come to me, and make me so happy, I had to take her home.  Away from all
this, the prying eyes, and have her all to myself.

   But that's not what happened.

   "Angel?" She ducked into the dugout.  "Angela?"

   It was like hide and seek, and I didn't even try to hold back a childish
giggle.

   It was fun and exciting again.  Who knew that the secret would come from
her.  My own little girl was growing up, soon she wouldn't be so little
girl any more, my "Angel?"

   How could I get so lucky, twice in my life, to find another little girl,
and finally share her with her.

   "Alles alles ochsenfrie!" I had to laugh, it's so fun!

   Of course, this is what it's all about, how could I be so stupid.

   Chasing something, but how do you expect to catch it, Cleo?

   How do you find wit when you don't even know what you're looking for?

   She's finally back.  The little girl, who'd been hiding inside me all
this time.  Finally I knew what I wanted, to have her again.

   Little girl, the delighted innocence I had lost, so long ago.

   "There you are!"

   "You found me!" she giggled too.  They both did.

   "Oh, who's this?"

   "Um," she thought, shyly.

   "Media."

   "Media, what a lovely name.  And such a pretty little girl, too."

   Bending over, her eyes went right down.  The open neck of my top, and
the damp morning chill was driven right out, by her eyes on my chest.  Her
dirty little grin, her bright teeth, shining in the light filtered through
the morning mist.

   "You're beautiful too." She didn't look up.  "Your beautiful breasts."

   I know how much she loves them, and she knows how much I love her hands
on them.  Her face, chin slipping through the fabric, so it stretches
under, and the smooth poreless skin of her face.

   "Huh!"

   "Sit down, mom."

   I nodded, and held her head.  Under the pigtails, felt the ties, and
gently gripped them with my thumbs.

   "Huh.  I didn't come here to watch you molest her."

   "Hm?"

   "Let go."

   "Angel."

   "No, mom.  You were in control, and you fucked up.  Now it's your turn,
to watch and learn."

   I let go.  Reluctantly let her pull her face out.

   "Hihihihn!  You're gonna watch, but." The little girl, smiled right in
my face.  "It's okay, if you want to touch yourself."

   "I'm going to touch her." My daughter's hands, slipping her skirt up her
hips, and pulling her back.  Away from me, to stand at the low wall.

   "From the bench."

   I suppose it's just like.  Well, any game one would play here.  Kick
ball, stick ball, baseball, or soft ball, but this was new.

   For me, and exciting.  I have never done this before.  Watched my little
girl, have sex with an even littler girl.  It was so arousing in a way I
never felt before, so I gave up.  Into their fantasy, I suppose I have
been. A little selfish, molesting both of them without once considering
what they wanted.

   Much less what I could do to satisfy them.

   They just went so slow, feeling eachother through their clothes. 
Touching, and kissing, and rubbing, and sighing together.  Of course, a
little girl doesn't get turned on like a grown woman.

   I remember that now, the little girl inside me, how could I forget? 
That precious innocence.  It had been too long, far too long since I had
learned.  As a little girl, the real way they love eachother.  Little Cleo
was gone, so she couldn't remind me, but now she was back, and enjoying the
slow romantic scene before us.

   I am a grown woman now.  I am, as aroused by all this as I could ever
remember being, and she did say I could touch myself.  Pull my shirt off,
it's warm enough in here.  With the 4 of us, our 3 hot bodies, I could only
wish her mother could be here to see it.

   Her little girl, learning to love, and mine teaching her.

   Better than I ever could.

   You think she would, enjoy it?  I told her about my dreams, and she did
seem to be aroused by the thought.  Not of molesting them, I couldn't bring
myself to even risk mentioning it, but them watching.  No one, in
particular, and not just one curious, innocent pair of eyes.

   Watching, two lesbians fuck eachother.  Us, me fucking her in my bed,
and what wasn't I so selfish as her, when I was with her daughter.  And my
daughter too, she just told me, they both did.  "Hm."

   Maybe I do, need to pay more attention, to what they want.

   "Sh."

   My little angel grinned, and slowly let her finger slip down from her
lips.  Then turned back, to her little lover.

   Kissed her, again, ignoring me.  I nodded, as much to myself, and little
Cleo as either of them, as if we weren't here.

   Secretly watching, as they made the world go away.

   Alone together, shrouded in the still lingering mist.  Glowing in the
twilight, before being melted away by the full light of day.

   The only thing keeping it out was the low wall.  The painted board,
peeling.  The gritty, filthy scuffed concrete of the floor, untouched.  Not
marring the perfect innocent beauty of their love, even as the shirt came
open.  Slipped back off her tiny shoulders.  Down her skinny pale arms, but
not dropping to that filthy ground.

   "Huh!" She looked down, biting her lip, and shivered a little.  Close
enough to see the gooseflesh break out, and spread like a rash.  The tiny
pale points of her nipples stand out, and her fingers feeling up.  From her
hips, tickling up her sides, and over her exposed ribs to gently caress
them.

   Angie turned back, from draping it over the board, and puled her back in
by the skirt.  The smile on her face, in her eyes, looking back up, and
closing them.  The glow in her cheeks, and even pouty swell to her lips
parting, a moment before my daughters came down to cover them.  I couldn't
see her tongue, snaking in to feel back over her teeth.

   Her fresh, new young pearly white teeth, in the front, and the sides,
but there.  A little bulge in her cheek, like a hand feeling playfully
under the covers.  Licking the molar, and the stub of another behind it. 
The last to grow in when she is much older, and starting to become a woman
herself.

   "Snh!" She grew up so fast.

   "I said SH!" She frowned at me.

   "I'm sorry."

   "Don't be sorry, be quiet."

   I nodded, swallowed.

   You know, I never tried it.  This, letting anyone run the show before.

   I think I like it.  I know I am glad it was her.

   My darling.

   My Angel.

   I'm so proud of her.

   ;

   {Of course, it doesn't really matter if you play that last piece or not.
As long as you understands what it represents, but I believe she made it
clear enough.

   Also, I know what they say about explaining the joke, but Cleo was short
for Cleopatra.  "Queen of Denial."}

   ;

   Jessi' (FGg Talk)

   "Huh!" of course, it couldn't last.  I pulled up my manties, and went
back to the wall for my top.  While her mom fixed her bra, and did up her
top, her fingers wet and stinking from her sex.

   "Huh!" she picked up her purse, "Come on girls, we better go."

   I checked my watch, 10:23, so I was late.  For church, and I was right.
I didn't miss it.

   "Too bad we couldn't finish."

   I giggle, "We're teasing." She really didn't get that, at all?

   "There is no finish." Angel told her.  "It's not about that for us, just
affection.  Right?" She put her arm around me, and I nodded.

   "Not out here!"

   "Oh, mom." She looked disappointed.  "You really need to just get over
it."

   "But what if they see you?"

   "So what?  We're friends.  Normal friends hug eachother.  Girls walk
around like this, all the time."

   "Look!" I pointed.  At some boys, walking over to the playground.  "I
think there brothers," but I don't really know them.  I guessed, because
they look alike, but they're walking just like this.  The older boy holding
the younger one, by the shoulder.

   "It doesn't make them gay." Boys that young.  I really doubt they're
boyfriends.  Like even me and Angel.

   "We're just friends."

   "But, you just had sex?"

   "No, mom.  We just made out.  And so what?  We have sex, it doesn't
change that.  Make us girlfriends, just cause we have sex.  Molesting me
didn't change you being my mom, did it?"

   "I suppose not."

   She unlocked the car, so we got in back this time.  She kissed me, but
we just held hands, and talked.

   "My folks'll be gone for hours." A couple more, at least.  Even after
the service, they stick around and hang out with their friends.  "So, we
can do it when I get home."

   "Her turn to pick the fantasy." She squeeze my hand.

   "But she just did?"

   "Hihihn, no.  That was mine.  I lied?"

   "Oh."

   "Kissass."

   "That's."

   "Just what it sounds like, she kisses my ass.  You'll see."

   "You." she shook her head, "You, Like.  That?"

   "Yeah!  It's the best." She couldn't see me, behind her, but I nodded
anyway.  It was getting hot, but Angie put her arm around me again.  Hugged
me, so I held her other hand.

   "I don't.  I like pussy, but she likes it.  I do it anyway, for her, and
besides.  They're right there, so I can lick both of them."

   "It feels really good."

   "Oh."

   I was getting all mushy just thinking about it.  "Even better then the
pussy, or touching my pussy." Like she does, or did.  I saw it, and I like
to watch her.  Touch her pussy, or touching Angel's.

   "I don't think she's ready." she explained, "She's just 8, and when I
was that young, I didn't really feel it neither, until I was almost 10."

   "When you got your period?"

   "Oh, no.  Before that, but like.  Right before that.  Maybe a month or
two, I tried it.  When I was alone, after you left me alone, but it was a
long time before I could really feel it." she shrugged, "I didn't try
touching my asshole."

   "I love it." It doesn't even sound dirty any more.  Asshole, it used to
make me giggle, like a fart, but now.  It's sexy, it's just sexy.  Ass, my
ass is the sexiest, and now it was getting hotter and hotter.  Just talking
about it.

   I live near the park.  A lot closer, our schools don't have baseball
fields, so we can play baseball.  There's a field, so they can get the
goals out, and play soccer, or football, but not baseball.  So, they all
play at the park, when school is in session.  I mean on the weekends, but
not in summer.  I mean the boys, still play in summer, just not for the
grade schools.  The high schools have baseball fields, but.  We don't have
a girl's baseball team.  Not like I want to, play baseball, I'm just
saying. I'd much rather play sex, while the boys are busy.

   "I love you." Oh, sorry, "I mean Mrs.  Sandy.  Sorry, I like Angel and
all, and she's really good at sex, but I love you more." Especially her
body, especially her tits.  Angel's got boobies, but there not even big
enough to squeeze together.  Feel both of them on my face at the same time.
They shake, a little, but don't really bounce, either.  And it's hard to
see them through her shirts.

   Blouses, like her mom wears.  All the time, it's all they have really,
for tops.  Some dresses too, but they button up.  So, you have to unbutton
them, which I love too.  I wore one, but I don't have anything.  To unwrap,
like a big present with 2 in it.  2 big round tits to squeeze together, and
feel squishing soft, and hot, and round in my face.  "Hihn!"

   Finally, we're home.  So I can feel her face, squeezing my buttocks
around it, kissing up, and down from my ass to my pussy.  "Huh!"

   At least I thought.

   ;

   {Continued in 4Told.  Warning, as the system gains another body, it
increases in complexity exponentially...}