MUMMY'S INCEST HUNGER

by Euphoria

I must have been half-asleep, because when a massive thunderclap shook the foundations of the house, I heard my three-year-old daughter Heidi begin to cry. One minute later she was standing at the bedroom door in her see-through nightie and printed panties. Tears rolled down her cheeks like tiny, shimmering marbles. "Mummy," she said, "I'm scared." A flash of lightning threw her silhouette onto the bedroom wall beside me, making her appear much taller than she actually was. "It's just thunder, sweetie," I said in the most soothing tone I could muster. "It won't hurt you." Heidi ran her fingers through her long, blonde hair and edged closer to the bed, unconvinced by my assurances. "Can I sleep in your bed tonight, mummy?" she asked, climbing up onto the mattress. I nodded and lifted the covers up for her. "Alright, sweetie. Just for tonight." Heidi slipped quickly under the covers and smiled as I placed a pillow under her head. She closed her eyes tightly as lightning flooded the room momentarily like an extended camera flash. I lay down beside her and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Goodnight, angel," I whispered, running my forefinger down the bridge of her nose. "See you in the morning."

Heidi opened her eyes. "I love you, mummy." I loved hearing her say those words. Those simple, embracing words. "Love you too, sweetie," I smiled, my eyes becoming moist. As was customary on stormy nights like this, Heidi turned herself over to face away from me. I snuggled up behind her and pressed my pelvis to her bottom, slipping my arms around her waist. Outside, rain lashed the window as lightning split the sky. I liked nothing more than being snug in bed when a storm was raging outside. The warmth of the bed comforted me. The sound of the storm contrasted with my comfort and reminded me of how lucky I was to be alive with a beautiful daughter to raise and keep me company.

My husband died a year ago. Heidi was three then. It was a shock. Drunk driver. Failed to stop at a red light. Crushed David's car like an accordion. Heidi wasn't old enough to remember what David looked like, but she may have been old enough to remember what he felt like. I still don't know for sure. I found a diary six months after the funeral in which David detailed his "relationship" with a "young lover". With Heidi. The first entries were deceptively innocent. "She is so beautiful...She smells like white chocolate...I watched her pee today...I touched her bottomhole this morning..." That was inevitable, I suppose. Then it graduated to:  "I tasted her bottom this morning; she tastes like heaven." The "relationship" also entailed David removing Heidi's tiny panties regularly and sniffing them for "hours". One diary entry detailed how he often wiped Heidi with her own panties when she wet herself and sucked her vaginal juices out of them. "She is my daughter and my lover," he announced to Dear Diary three months after the "relationship" commenced. "She is my true wife," was his final proclamation. The drunk driver saw to it that there were no more entries. David died seconds after impact. The attending ambulance officers found Heidi's bunched-up panties in his left coat pocket. They smelt of sweet and sour piss.

Several questions have haunted me for the two years since David's death: Did David have intercourse with Heidi? Did David ever make Heidi cum? Did my three-year-old daughter (at the time) experience an orgasm with her father? And did David ever cum inside Heidi? Had Heidi tasted my late husband's semen? I dwell on these questions constantly. Their elusive answers obsess me.  I look into her eyes when she stares at me and I wonder what memories are locked behind them? At first I assumed that any memories associated with her "relationship" with David would, by definition, be traumatic and sure to trigger enormous psychological harm in the future. Now I'm not so certain. I know Heidi misses David. We both do. Sometimes I find her crying in her bed. She sits in the garden sometimes, too, like she used to when she was waiting for David to return from the office. She would run to meet him and he'd sweep her into his arms, planting delicate kisses on her cheeks and neck. She sits for hours now amongst the flowers, not comprehending that he won't be coming home ever again. I find that hard to comprehend myself. It seems so unfair.

Last Friday night, I caught Heidi rubbing her vagina through her panties. She was lying on her bed cuddling a doll with her right arm as she pushed the crotch of her panties into her moist, pink slit. I know it was moist because her panty-crotch was stained. I didn't enter the room or disturb her, of course. I observed her from the passageway. She moaned quietly to herself and pulled the panty-crotch right up into her slit until her face was contorted with childish  pleasure. The panties got jammed so far up her that I could see the scented, swollen lips of her exquisite vagina. Yes, "exquisite" is how I would describe her sex; "exquisite" and "delicate". For the first time in my life, I experienced a strange, overwhelming sensation watching my daughter pleasure herself. The sensation was one of both need and hunger. I'd never experienced lesbian desire before and I'd never touched or considered touching a child, either. I'd never felt the need to. I'd never felt the hunger before that I felt on Friday night watching Heidi's wet, soft vagina yawning open in the moonlight. I wanted it. I wanted her. Plain and simple. I wanted to lick her vagina. To hold her. To be closer to her than I'd ever been before. I wanted to step beyond my traditional idea of love for her and become her lover. To "eat" her "cunt". To drink her piss even, just as her father and lover David had often drank mine.

David and I had enjoyed a wonderful, intense sex life. There'd been no limits. There'd been no taboos. He'd used my anus as a vagina and filled my mouth with piss and cum. He'd tied me up, raped me and urinated all over me. I'd given him my urine to drink and I'd stuffed my pissy panties into his mouth. We were never apart. There were no lies between us. Except for his "relationship" with Heidi, of course. That was his secret, his private passion. At first I couldn't understand how David could find Heidi attractive. She was three years old, for Chrissakes. She was a baby. But that changed on Friday night. The revelation hit me like a blast from a shotgun. Heidi was beautiful. Heidi was sexual. She was the most godly creature I had ever feasted my eyes on. I wanted to taste her beauty. I wanted to devour her and give her pleasure. I didn't merely understand David's desire at that moment. I shared it.

Heidi slept soundly, her left cheek resting on the pillow, her panty-clad bottom pressed to my groin. I lay quite still beside her, my lower body moulded to hers. I sensed that I was standing on a precipice, a threshold into another way of thinking, a new way of living, a new way of loving. Heidi was warm against me, snug, safe, certain of her security and her mother's love for her. The way her long, blonde tresses fanned across her pillow excited me. The way she pushed her tiny, pear-shaped bottom against me excited me. The gentle heaving of her body excited me. Her smell excited me. Her body heat excited me. Her mere presence excited me. I was poised on the brink, balancing on a tightrope slung tightly above a deep, delicious pool of female nectar. Little girl nectar. Forbidden nectar. The sweetest nectar of all. David had paused on the same threshold. Heidi's little girl nectar had filled his senses, too, as he must have attempted to remain upright on the same quivering tightrope of carnality I now found myself upon. Had David stepped off it or had he fallen?

Pulling Heidi's slumbering body closer to me, I slowly raised her nightie and slipped my hand into the back of her panties, pushing my finger into the crack of her bottom. As I touched the centre of her anus for the very first time, my question was immediately answered. David hadn't stepped off the tightrope or fallen. The rope had been ripped out from underneath him.

Warm juices filled my own panties as the tip of my finger made contact with my love's sleeping bottomhole. My entire body shook. My senses reeled. A blinding sense of euphoric anticipation tensed every muscle in my body. I stroked Heidi's tender anus and squeezed my own thighs together, pressing my clit tightly between the swollen lips of my cunt. A spreading wave of pleasure filled my belly and stiffened my nipples. I rubbed Heidi's anus ever so gently and placed my face against her exposed neck. I inhaled the aroma of her skin and deposited a gentle, loving kiss on her earlobe, careful not to breathe too heavily as I didn't want to wake her. Not yet, anyway.

A strong desire to taste her shit overpowered me. Pecking the nape of her neck, I removed the tip of my forefinger from her anus and pulled my hand out of her panties. I brought my forefinger up to my nose and sniffed it, eager to smell my daughter's opening. The scent, a delicate mix of musk, soap and little girl sweat, invaded my sinuses like a toxin, taking charge of my desire, reconfiguring my will. A second wave of hot juices flooded my own panties, lathering my swollen clit as my labbies pressed against it. An image of David sucking my swollen cunt rose up like a flag out of my subconscious. I've always loved having my cunt sucked. Especially as I pissed.

I rubbed the tip of my forefinger against my nostril, then I slipped it into my mouth, my lips pressing down on it, my tongue extending to taste it. As David already knew, God bless him, our daughter's little asshole was both sugar-sweet and moorishly sour. I licked around my finger as I returned to the tip each time to clean the last remnants of Heidi's rectum off it. I pulled the crotch of my own soaking panties up into my slit, just as Heidi had done last Friday night, and I ran my tongue across the nape of her neck, all the while whispering to her, "I love your anus, sweetie, I love it so much."

I pinched my clit between my thumb and forefinger as I worked my other three fingers into the hole. Into the fuckhole. My fuckhole. My hot, lonely fuckhole. Heidi pushed her rump against me as she slept on, her right hand unconsciously meeting my right hand on her thigh. I squeezed her hand gently and pecked her soft, warm neck as the desire to taste her in my mouth grew. I sunk four fingers into my open vagina as I flicked my clit frantically with my thumb. "Fuck me," I whispered close to Heidi's ear. "Fuck my babyhole, sweetie." No longer capable of fending off such intense desire, I withdrew my left hand from my saturated fuckhole, relinquished Heidi's hand too and pushed myself down the bed until my face was level with Heidi's panty-clad bottom, her nightie still pulled tightly across it. Pausing to listen to her breathing, I lifted the hem of her nightie and raised it slowly, gradually revealing her panties which were covered in images of Minnie and Mickey Mouse.

Placing a hand tentatively on each cheek, I gazed at Heidi's bottom, marvelling at the flawless shape of her buttocks, the suppleness of her flesh, the flat, uninterrupted perfection of her panty-crotch, the subtle bulge of her baby cuntlips through the taut, cotton fabric. "You're mine, sweetie," I murmured, not wanting her to hear me. "Your holes are mine." I inched towards her, inhaling the hot air between her thighs, anticipating the smell and taste of her cunthole and rectum -- my own daughter's cunthole and rectum(!) God, the suspense was turning me inside out, stripping away everything I thought I was. This was what I believed in now, this exquisite, delicious creature.  My desire, chained for so long, was within seconds of being released. I pushed my face firmly into the crack of my daughter's bottom and moaned with desire, the fabric of her panties a flimsy, pungent barrier between murderous lust and euphoria.

I started to lick her bottomhole through the fabric, creating a wet spot through which the scent of her openings whiffed. I swabbed the fabric eagerly, hungrily with my tongue, kneading the fabric into her hole. My clit throbbed, my nipples ached, my anus tingled. I reached up slowly and slipped my finger under the hem of Heidi's panties and tugged, easing them over her smooth hips and down her milky thighs. I gasped as the panties came off her bottom, revealing her anus for the first time. I slipped them down her legs and raised them to my nose as I stared longingly at her smooth, beautiful slit. I inhaled the crotch of her panties, the pores of my body charged by the pissy, musky scent contained in them. I continued to gaze at her tiny anus as I licked moist discharge from her panty-crotch, the taste accelerating my desire to sup from her openings. I mopped my cunt with her panties and pressed the crotch to my own crotch, feeling my swollen clit through the fabric. I wanted all of her, every drop of nectar from her steamy openings, every ounce of love she could give.

Slipping on my daughter's panties, I opened her cheeks slowly, careful not to wake her. Pushing my face into her ass-crack slowly, ever so slowly, I pierced  her anus with the tip of my tongue. Oh, God, it took my breath away as my tongue travelled up her five-year-old asshole. Ripples of intense pleasure lacerated my body as my daughter's ass-cheeks smothered my face and my tongue lodged itself deep inside her tiny, hairless rectum.

I paused inside her, relishing the stillness, the silence of our union. I held Heidi's hips and pulled her bottom harder onto my face as my tongue stiffened  inside her. I inhaled her scent again, smelling her cunt for the first time. I slipped my tongue out of her anus and plunged it back inside her again. I licked around it in a clockwise direction and felt myself discharge into the panties I was now wearing -- Heidi's panties. I clutched Heidi's hips and pulled her onto my face. I began to tongue-fuck her anus. In and out. In and out. Out and around. Out and around. Sniffing. Touching. Lapping at her hole like a hungry dog. Had David tongue-fucked her like this? Had David lost his mind inside her? Had David abandoned all caution like I was prepared to do? I suspected the answer was Yes. It was Saturday night. Sometime after ten. A storm was in its fullest fury outside the window. I was deep in the anus of my five-year-old daughter and I was deeply in love with her. I was wearing her panties. I was desperate to taste every inch of her body. I wanted her piss, her shit and her saliva. I had no intention of stopping what I'd started. I was plunging into the pink abyss, my fuckhole gushing ladyjuice, my anus and vagina ripe for my first lesbian incestfuck. My first incestuous pedofuck.

My head swam and my senses reeled as I moved my hands from Heidi's hips up to her flat, soft nipples. I massaged them frantically as I ate her dilated bung. I then placed my mouth over her slit and imprisoned her clit between my lips, pressing down on it gently as I inhaled her aroma once again. Her scent washed over me and went straight to my cunt. Tweaking Heidi's nipples, I licked her cunt once more and ran my tongue up over her anus and up her crack until my lips were pressing against her right buttock. I kissed her eagerly, lovingly, returning to her anus once more before wedging it open with my fingers so I could stare longingly into it. I sucked it like a tiny mouth and buried my tongue back inside it, my excitement level increasing as Heidi began to move her bottom towards me. I heard her gasp and I stopped dead, my mouth pressed to her opening. She gasped again and pushed her bottom against me. "Daddy," she said in a sleepy, dizzy tone. "I love you daddy." This was the confirmation that I was looking for. David had been down this road. He'd tasted Heidi's insides. He'd experienced Heidi as I was now experiencing her. I drove my tongue ever deeper inside her, if that was possible, rubbing her nipples as she moaned and gasped. "Oh, daddy," she whispered. "Daddy. It feels so good." I opened the lips of her cunt with my tongue and probed her curiously, sucking out the accumulated juices. "Oh, daddy," she moaned as she writhed on my mouth. "Can I do it, daddy? Can I do it, please?" Do what? I asked myself. What did Heidi "do" for daddy? I was desperate to find out. Turning myself around so I was lying in the opposite direction to her, I embraced my daughter's  asshole again as I nuzzled her babycunt with my nose. Mmmm, she smelt so-o-o-o-o-o-o good. I  knew I'd never stop loving her this way at that moment. I would always be her most faithful lover. "Daddy, can I do it now? Please?" What could I say? I didn't want to confuse her. I wanted her to re-experience what she'd experienced with David. I pulled her cunt to my face and murmured, "Uh-huh," my face buried between her legs. It worked. Seconds later, she moaned, "Thank you, daddy", then I discovered what Heidi's "did" for daddy.

I buried three fingers in my own backside as I tongued Heidi's again, this time  depositing saliva inside it which I then sucked out of her and swallowed. I loved the taste of her little girl bottom. I'd sucked the bottomholes of countless adult women, including my sister, but I'd never had the pleasure of tasting a little girl's virgin shithole. I regretted that I'd waited this long to experience such unique, forbidden pleasure. I knew I'd be eager now to make up for what I'd missed by licking the virgin bottoms of every little girl I encountered from now on, especially the little moppets at the kindergarten I taught at. But Heidi's bottomhole was extra special because her flesh was my flesh and her blood was my blood. That knowledge filled my mind and body like a bomb on the brink of being exploded. I was licking the family anus and the family cunt.

What did Heidi "do" for her daddy? I found out a moment later. "Here goes, daddy," Heidi moaned as her body began to shudder. Determined to experience it firsthand, I continued to suck her anus as her sphincter began to contract. Then her vagina began to spasm, so I placed my finger inside it instinctively. "Aaaahhhhh!" Heidi gasped as her sphincter opened wide and she shitted into my mouth, her entire body convulsing. "Aaaahhhh!" she groaned, pushing it out. "Aaaahhhh!" I devoured her shit and allowed it to fill my mouth, the tart, tangy taste sending electric shivers of pleasure to my cunt and belly. Her shit was hot in my mouth and soft against my tongue. I loved it there. I loved knowing that it belonged to Heidi. It had come out of her body. Out of the body that I had created with David. That made it mine too. Her shit was as much mine as hers.  Then the pissing started. A thick jet of steaming urine jetted from her pisshole onto the sheets. Quickly swallowing her shit, I placed my mouth over her vagina and moved closer to it until my mouth was covering it. Her piss hit the top of my mouth and formed a pool on my tongue. I swallowed it eagerly and cleaned her clit and asshole as she writhed with pleasure. "Oh, daddy," she moaned. "I love you so much. You're the best daddy in the world." Her clit was ultra-sensitive, so I switched my attentions to it. I took it in my mouth, sucking the piss off it, and bit down ever so gently on it, raising goosebumps across the tops of her thighs. I peeled the hood back and licked beneath it, enjoying the texture of her clit against my tongue.  It was incredibly soft, yet taut. Like a nipple.

After two minutes of constant sucking and stroking, Heidi began to cum. Her body stiffened, clear nectar flowed from her hole into my mouth and her tiny nipples stood up on her chest. She thrashed about wildly in my arms as I placed my knees against her shoulders and pushed my head between her thighs. I found myself pressing my cunt against her back too, though I was not keen to reveal myself to her yet. I wanted her to enjoy whatever she thought she was enjoying. We could make love as mother and daughter later. "Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" she moaned as orgasmed in my face, more piss trickling from her fuckhole. "Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!"

I suckled her twitching clit like a nipple, breathing in the scent of her climax. I stroked her anus gingerly and kissed all around it, my feelings of love for her deepening with each caress. I burrowed into her crack as her body relaxed, her breathing becoming more even. "I love you, sweetheart," I whispered into her anus. "I love you so much."

"Mummy?"

I froze. She'd heard me. Would she be upset? Would she be confused?

She turned herself over and sat up as my face fell between her legs. I looked up at her and opened my arms because, all of a sudden, this felt like the most natural act in the world. "I love you, sweetie," I said to her. "Mummy loves you so much."  My daughter kissed me softly on the face. I traced my tongue along her cheek down to her lips and slipped it into her mouth. I explored her mouth nervously until her tongue found mine. I pulled her close and ran my lips across hers, down her neck, across her shoulders and back up her neck to her waiting mouth. She sat across my lap as we kissed, sucking the moistness from my mouth. I took off her nightie and pressed my breasts against her chest, wanting so much for her to suck them. I reached between her legs and stroked the lips of her cunt gently, taking my hand away for both of us to taste. I gave my finger to her first because I wanted her to develop a taste for my pussy. "Mmmm," she sighed, giving my finger a good suck. "Tastes good, mummy." I pulled her closer, kissing her on the earlobe, and poked my finger up her backside. She closed her eyes and smiled as my finger settled inside her. "I like that, mummy," she said. "It feels good." I pulled my finger out of her backside and inserted it in her mouth. She licked and sucked it again and reached down to put her own finger in there. She then withdrew it from her anus and held it up for me to suck. "You can taste my bottom, too, mummy," she said, her eyes betraying a deep lust I'd never seen before. I grabbed her hand and inserted her finger in my mouth. "Mmmm," I moaned, "I love your bottom, sweetie." She repeated the action several times and I sucked her finger slavishly, each taste of her bottomhole increasing my desire to abandon myself totally to her.

We French-kissed for several minutes before I offered her three fingers that I'd just plunged into my own anus. "Would you like to taste mummy's bottom, sweetie?" I asked her. Heidi nodded, a little hesitant, then she poked her tongue out so I would bring my fingers to her. I placed my forefinger on her tongue and she sucked it like a swizzlestick. I then gave her my other two fingers and she sucked them clean too, drawing them both deep into her mouth. "More!" she said. I stuck my fingers in my anus again and Heidi sucked them dry. She then hugged me and cried, "I love you, mummy."  I hugged her tighter than I'd ever hugged her before and placed my mouth against hers:  "I love you, baby." Heidi, still straddling my lap, smiled and opened her mouth again, showing me her tongue. "More!" she repeated. I licked her tongue adoringly and pushed my fingers into my asshole again. Heidi sucked them greedily into her mouth and exclaimed, "Yum!" Then she said: "More!" Her uninhibited lust  gave me an idea.

"I've got an idea, sweetie. Would you like to try something different?" Heidi nodded. I lifted her off my lap, staring down at her scrumptious slit as I placed her on the sheets. "Okay," I said, getting on my hands and knees with my ass-crack facing her. "Now you can put your own fingers in mummy's bottom and lick them." My daughter smiled as the erotic possibilities of my exposure to her became apparent. Kneeling behind me, she put her finger against my anus and pushed it inside. She then withdrew it and licked my juices off it. "Mmmm," she moaned. "That's good, mummy." She pushed her finger into my anus again and licked it. "Can I do it again, mummy?" she asked, staring at my puckered, tingling bung. "Of course," I replied, eager to please both her and myself. "You can do it all night if you want." This time she inserted three fingers in my hole. I stared at her vagina as she forced them deeper inside me and I fought to keep myself from attacking it with my mouth. I gasped as she withdrew her fingers again and sucked them all clean, licking her lips lasciviously. "Do you like tasting mummy's bottom?" I asked her. She nodded, touching her cunt almost unconsciously. "It tastes great, mummy." I wondered at that moment whether Heidi had ever fingerfucked David. She certainly enjoyed the taste of my asshole, but my curiosity arose from the method she employed to sink her fingers deeper inside me. She didn't rush it. She was calculated. Considerate. I took a stab in the dark: "Sweetie, is mummy's the best bottom you've ever tasted?" Heidi penetrated me again as I spread my asshole wider for her. "Daddy's bottom tastes good, too," she said, twirling her fingers in my ring. "But daddy's not here now," she concluded, her lips contorting into a grimace. My daughter then pulled her fingers out of my anus once again and smeared her lips with my juices. I spread my anus wider for her and stared into her eyes. "Do you like kissing mummy, sweetie?" I asked her. She nodded her head, her smile returning. "Do you like kissing mummy a lot?" She nodded again, staring intently at my anus as I opened it wide enough for her to see into. "How much do you like it?" I said. Heidi bit her lip and extended her hands almost a metre apart. "This much," she said, her eyes riveted to my rectum. "Then would you like to kiss mummy's bottom, too?" I inquired. 

Gazing at my gaping rectum, Heidi nodded. That was what she wanted. She wanted to kiss her mummy's bottom. "Alright, sweetie," I smiled. "You can kiss mummy's bottom if you want to." Heidi threw herself down behind me and cupped her mouth heavily against my anus. I shuddered as her tongue slipped into me. She held me by the hips and licked inside and around the lining of my anus, introducing her fingers in there as well. She lapped at my hole like a devoted puppy and buried her nose in it in the same way that David had often nuzzled her neck and chest. "Mmmm," she moaned. "I like bottoms, mummy. Can you make some poo for me too?" That one floored me.

I rotated my ass in her face as I contemplated it. All my questions were being answered now. If Heidi had eaten David's shit, she must have swallowed his semen. The thought excited me. One week ago, it would have appalled me.

Heidi avoided my cunt as she licked my asshole. Though her hand occasionally dropped down to my crotch, she would suddenly move it back up to my anus. Quite clearly, the concept of touching, licking or fucking another woman's vagina was alien to Heidi. Her previous sexual experience had entailed sex with a male. Sex with a penis and balls. My vagina held little sexual significance for my daughter. It then occurred to me that Heidi might expect me to fuck her. I had to be honest. If I'd been David, I would have fucked her. I would have fucked her in the mouth, in the asshole and in the cunt. Clearly, David had gone as far with Heidi as he had gone with me. As I said earlier, not only did I understand David's desires, I now shared them.

Eager to please Heidi, I began to push. I kept my bottom raised as I lowered my face to the bed. A parallel thought accompanied my desire to evacuate in my daughter's five-year-old mouth: I was the luckiest woman in the world to be experiencing love for my daughter this way. I pushed hard as Heidi sucked my rectum. I reached around and fingerfucked her cunt and asshole as she waited for my anus to open. I experienced a wave of intense relief as a small turd emerged slowly from my anus and deposited itself in my darling daughter's open mouth. She murmured quietly as I filled her mouth, obviously enjoying the steaming texture and acrid taste of her loving mummy's shit.

I felt light-headed as my daughter began to clean my poo-hole, swabbing it with her tongue and nibbling at the sticky remnants which had congealed around the ring. Overwhelmed with love, I turned over and spread my legs, showing her my open cunt, my pride and joy, steering her face down towards it as I flipped her around so I could eat her cunt, also my pride and joy, as she ate mine.

I forced her face into it, sensing some resistance, then went to work on her cunt as she discovered mine and began running her tongue up and down my swollen clit.

I sucked her babyhole (what a wonderful thought!) and rolled onto my side with her as she buried her face in me. I loved her tongue on my clit. I loved the way she sucked it and nibbled it, always attending to my hungry anus with her other hand. I peeled the lips of her cunt back and lapped at her tiny hole, my legs closing around her, pulling her further into my body. I sucked her thirstily  and stroked her babyclit until her body began to shudder, her climax imminent. Or so I thought. She didn't actually cum at all. A torrent of little girl piss flooded my mouth. I swallowed every drop and seized the opportunity to relieve my own bladder. Heidi gasped as my piss gushed into her mouth and cascaded down her chin. I pulled her closer as her piss-stream continued and she burrowed deeper into my cunt too. That moment marked the beginning of the most intense "relationship" of my life. The love I felt for my daughter as her piss filled my mouth and my piss filled her mouth was indescribable.

The rain dried up around 5 a.m. I was eating Heidi's shit again and she was drinking my piss when the first rays of sunlight slipped between the cracks in the curtains. I pulled Heidi into my arms and held her, pressing my cheek against her cheek. I whispered: "Mummy and daddy love you so much, sweetheart." Heidi's arms surrounded me and she whispered: "Does that mean you'll cum in me, too, mummy?"

My heart skipped a beat. The last question was answered.

If Heidi wanted a "daddy" to cum in her, I would arrange it. Heidi's happiness is all that matters to me now.