Chapter 2
When Ellen's shift was finished, she went back to the dressing room and put her clothes on and headed back out through the club. She glanced over to where the woman had been sitting, and was a bit disappointed to see that she had gone. Oh well, she had probably just come to look and get her kicks, and when she saw that her favorite kicker was through for the night, she decided to go home.
But when Ellen went through the front door and out into the street, she hadn't gone more than a few steps before she heard a car horn blowing. At first she didn't pay any attention, as she wasn't expecting to meet anybody that she knew, but when the noise got more insistant; she finally turned to see where it was coming from. There was no trouble locating it, for as she looked across the street she saw an arm waving from a car window. It was definitely trying to attract her attention, and was waving furiously in time with the horn.
She was naturally leery about approaching a strange car, but she could immediately recognize that the driver of this car was not strange. It was the same woman that had been ogling her in the club, and Ellen's hopes rose once more as she crossed the street.
The woman motioned her around the car, and was holding the door open for her when she reached the passenger side. Ellen was still a little reluctant to get in, but the big flashing smile on the woman's face as she told her to get in and she would drive her home seemed to remove any apprehensions that she might have had, and as soon as she was in, they were on their way.
The woman didn't say anything for a long while as she maneuvered the big new car through the late evening traffic, but as Ellen glanced sideways at her, she could see that the big smile remained on her face. She didn't feel afraid at all, but she was wondering just where they were heading for. She wasn't really wondering about why they were heading for wherever they were heading for though, and as she smelled the expensive perfume and got a closer look at the nice looking face, she was beginning to hope that they would get there soon. It had been a long time since Ellen had mixed it up with a woman, and she was beginning to feel her old instincts coming back.
The only thing that made her at all hesitant, was the fact that she would be expected home very shortly. She got off her job at eleven o'clock, and should be back by midnight to let the neighbor who was baby sitting go home. If she was going to be hung up for awhile, she would have to call and let her know. She could simply say that she had to work overtime, and the neighbor wouldn't mind staying longer, but she couldn't just not show up.
Ellen waited until they had left the city proper and were headed out along a fairly quiet road towards the suburbs before she decided to say anything. She herself lived in the suburbs, but not in this direction from the city. She knew what was in this direction. This was the direction that the money lived in. It was pretty nice where she lived, but nothing compared to this. This was where the big, beautiful homes were few and far between, and set so far back from the road that unless you knew they were there you could go right past without even seeing them. This was where the rich industrialists lived, and the politicians and doctors and lawyers and other assorted big shots. She wondered what big shot this woman belonged to. But before she had a chance to open her mouth, they made a turn into an unseen driveway. She would soon find out.
It seemed as if they traveled at least another half mile after leaving the road before she spotted the big, dark house up ahead. Now she didn't bother talking. The woman pulled the car to a halt in front of the house, and just sat there for a minute before she turned to look at Ellen. Ellen just looked back and waited, and smiled to herself when she realized that when the woman told her that she was going to take her home, that was exactly what she meant. Only not to Ellen's home, but to her own home. And here they were, it seemed, so what next?
Ellen noticed in the dim light from the dashboard that the big smile had disappeared, and was now replaced by a rather weak one. It diddn't take too much for Ellen to figure out what had happened. The woman definitely wanted to have a little party, and she had worked up the courage for it with a few drinks, or maybe even more than a few, and she had managed to get this far. But now that it had come down to the nitty gritty, she wasn't quite so sure of herself.
Ellen would have been willing to bet that this woman was not a lesbian at all, or at least not a practising one. She had probably had all the tendencies, but she never had the nerve. Something must have finally happened to cause her to make up her mind to go through with it. Maybe a fight with her husband, or something else that was big enough to drive her over the edge. She figured that she had better say something encouraging in order to get things started, or they just might sit there all night looking at each other.
The main thing was though, she wanted to get inside and get to a phone, so she simply said that it was getting a bit chilly, and maybe they should go inside and warm up. And the way she said it gave the distinct impression that they could warm each other up. She thought that maybe the woman was having a second thought because she might have picked on the wrong girl.
But even though it was just a simple remark that Ellen made', the soft, warm tone of her voice, and the hidden meaning that was so obvious immediately dispelled any misgivings that the woman might have had. The smile returned to her face as she got out of the car and led the way to the house.
The liaison between Ellen and the pretty, rich woman didn't last too long. It was fun while it lasted, and also profitable, but it turned out to be just as Ellen had suspected right from the beginning. The woman did indeed have troubles with her husband, and he had moved out of the house. They were on the verge of a divorce, and Ellen had more or less caught her on the rebound. Most women, when they were troubled like that, would have turned to another man for solace, but this woman not only had latent lesbian tendencies, but she was in such a confused position that she felt that she couldn't trust any man.
Thus for several weeks, Ellen worked late nights. She could prove that she had been working overnight by the amount of extra money that she was able to bring home. But the woman gradually came out of her blue funk as the novelty of the thing wore off, and she was beginning to miss her husband. And evidently he missed her too, because eventually they got back together, and Ellen once more went back to working her regular hours.
The little interlude did have its effects on Ellen though. Her appetite for the female had been renewed, and after a few days, she was beginning to miss her new companion. She didn't run across any more opportunities where she worked, although there were plenty of male opportunities. She wasn't interested though. She might have been if she had run across anything real good, but all she got was the drooling old men that probably had big fat wives at home and wanted to at least look at something better. And she couldn't take a chance on missing around in- her own neighborhood and take a chance on losing the reputation that she had worked so hard to build up. It would have been bad enough if they even found out what kind of work she was doing.
And that was one thing that she sweated out every time she went to work. What would happen if one of the husbands happened to be out for a night ort the town and dropped in and saw- her? It wasn't very likely, because she didn't think any of her neighbors were that kind, but it was always possible. Most of her time on the job was spent keeping her eyes peeled so that she could make a fast exit if she spotted anyone.
It didn't happen though, and her thoughts began to dwell on more urgent things. Like how to curb the appetite that the woman had built up in her. At first her fingers and her memories were able to do the trick, but it soon became evident that that wouldn't be enough. She was beginning to get hungry for the taste of female flesh. And then, one Sunday afternoon, she found the answer, or at least part of the answer right in front of her.
Betty was almost five years old now, and her brother Paul was just going on three. -Ellen was sitting on the living room couch, looking at, but not seeing the television, while the two kids played on the floor in front of her. She had many pictures of lierself when she was a child, and she couldn't help but note how much little Betty looked like her in the old photos. She was thinking that if she was to take a picture of Betty now and hold it next to one of her own, they would look almost like twins.
But then she recalled what life had been like for her when she was that age. She was doing a lot of playing all right, but by the time she was five, she was not playing with little plastic-dolls. She was playing with big, real live, living, breathing dolls, and the dolls were playing with her.
And as she looked at the round face, with the blue eyes and blond hair and the peaches and cream complexion that only a baby girl could have, she found her eyes wandering down further. It seemed as if she was looking at her own daughter for the first time, and when her eyes fastened on the long, chubby legs that stuck so enticingly out from under the short playskirt, Ellen felt an unmistakable sensation begin to develop between her own legs.
She knew what she was thinking, but she tried not to put it into words even in her thoughts. She tried to fight it by concentrating on the television, but it didn't work. Only a few seconds of watching the indistinguishable figures moving across the foggy screen, and she would find that the picture faded completely, and her eyes were once more full of the little, giggling, squirming body on the floor.
She tried to tell herself that even though her own mother was a lesbian, she had not had any lesbian relations with her daughter. Her mother had allowed other women to use her little girl, but she herself never touched her in any way that might be considered indecent. But then again, she told herself, maybe that's why her mother disappeared. She never had any real intimate contact with her daughter, and it probably tore her apart. She would rather go away and leave her than have to live with her and not even be able to touch her. Maybe if they had been more intimate, they would still be together. Maybe not still making love together, but at least they would know that they" were two of a kind, and they would at least have that in common.
Ellen knew that deep down inside of her she was going to do it. Now that the seed had been planted in her mind, she was not going to be able to get rid of it. It would remain on her mind until she couldn't control it any longer, and she was going to turn that little girl into the same kind of woman that she was. It was only a matter of time. But then again, there was another problem. Paul. When she was growing up, there was only her. There was no one else in the house besides her and her mother, so it was easy for them to train her. How could she do it though with a little boy around? There would be no trouble getting Betty off by herself, but little girls have big mouths, especially when they are brought up so close to another little kid. She had little doubt that she w6uld figure something out though, because by now, she knew that she had to.
Ellen managed to control herself though, at least for the time being. She was off Sunday night and Monday night, so she would have plenty of time, right up until Tuesday night to think it over. And there was a lot of thinking to do, and she did her best thinking lying in bed in the dark. It was only the start of the afternoon though, and night seemed to be a long way off. But the kids usually took a nap in the afternoon, so maybe if she let them play a little while longer they would tire themselves out, and then she could lie down too and do some thinking.
She waited until about two o'clock, and when she saw them slowing down a bit, she figured that it was time. Both of the kids shared one bedroom, with their beds against opposite walls. She didn't think it was necessary to separate them at this early age, but as they began to grow, she would probably have to take Betty into her room and let Paul have the other one by himself. They only had the two bedrooms. If things worked out the way she figured they would, she and Betty would be sharing her room most of the time anyway. There was no trouble getting them to lie down and take a nap. After the big Sunday meal and a couple of hours of rough housing, they were ready to crap out for a while. She simply tucked them away and then went into her own room, pulled the shades down, and lay down on her bed. She had no intentions of going to sleep though. With all she had on her mind now, she doubted if she would even be able to sleep tonight. But she did close her eyes as she tried to make some sense out of the jumble of thoughts that were floating around in her head. It was like trying to put a jigsaw puzzle together.
She figured that she might as well start at the beginning. First of all, did she really want to do this? Her mind began to cast pictures on the inside of her eyelids like a movie projector, and she was again looking at the little girl as she walked and crawled and sat on the floor and played with her brother and with her dolls. The first thing that came into focus was the cute legs. And then the picture exchanged, and she was not only looking at the legs, but at the whole body as she stripped it down to give it its nightly bath.
It seems that one never realizes how their child is growing until something calls their attention to it. Like this. That of course stems from the fact that not only is growth so slow that it can't be perceived, but also from the total familiarity of living with the person day in and day out. It's generally not even taken too much note of when new clothes have to be bought frequently as the old ones seem to get smaller. It's not usually until someone who hasn't seen the child in a very long time drops by and says my how she's grown.
And that was the way it appeared to Ellen right now. As if she were suddenly seeing her own daughter after an absence of several years.
And my how she did grow. And how good she looked since she grew. Now she could understand why all her mother's women friends took such an interest in her when she was that age. Young and fresh and tender, and with no settled hang-ups, she was ripe for anything that' they might have in mind for her. And Ellen realized that right now, she held her own daughter's entire future right in the palm of her hand. Which way should she go? And then she saw the pictures again.
Her movie projector mind seemed to take on the effect of a zoom lens, and she saw the entire body, stark naked, in vivid living color, and she didn't realize for a few minutes that it was because she had her hand on the control knob. It wasn't until she felt the wetness on her fingers that she first found that her hand was inside her panties and she was playing with her clit so violently that she was actually beginning to have 'an orgasm. Well there was no sense, in stopping now, so she zoomed in even closer until all she could see was the little fat mound between Betty's legs. She wondered if the little clit buried in that mound had any sensation in it yet.
And as her guts erupted in a fury of passionate fire, she knew that she was going to find out before the night was over. She was going to find out in the bathroom tonight.
Even the fading away of the intense sensations inide of her as her liquid passions soaked through her panties and onto the bed could not make her change her mind now. And even though she hadn't planned on it, she found herself drifting off to sleep with a big smile on her face. Maybe it was the wonderful release that did it, or maybe she just unconsciously thought that it would be a good way to make the time pass faster until bath time.
When she woke up, it was half dark, and for a few minutes she thought that she had slept right into the evening, but when she put the shades up, she saw that it was still broad daylight, and she could hear the kids stirring in the next room. She also found that her mind hadn't lost any of the thoughts of sex that permeated them before she fell asleep.
She got the kids up and brought them downstairs to play some more, but she couldn't sit in the living room with them anymore. She was afraid her mind would explode the way her guts had earlier, so although it was a little early, she decided to start supper. If she took her time, she would be able to remain in the kitchen for awhile, and maybe get her mind off what she had planned for tonight. She had never seen a day go as slow'as this.
It did go though, and after a light supper and a restless evening of again watching but not really seeing or hearing the television and trying to get lost in the Sunday papers, the hands of the clock finally, slowly and seemingly reluctantly reached the hour of bedtime. Paul being the youngest, she had gotten into the habit of preparing him for bed first so that he would be asleep by the time she finished with Betty and got into bed herself.
And as anxious as she was, she was determined to do things just as normally as possible so that the kids wouldn't sense that there was anything out of the way going on. She brought both of the kids and all of their toys up into their room, and left Betty playing on the floor as she took Paul and his pajamas into the bathroom. She even thought that she might get a kick out of giving him a bath tonight, figuring that it would really get her in the mood for Betty's bath, but somehow it wasn't quite -the same thing.
Paul was no longer a little baby, but he wasn't a very big boy either. His body was just as smooth and soft as a girl's, but that little thing hanging dawn between his legs spoiled the whole effect. Not that she had anything against males anymore, but it was just that this particular male was far too small to be of any interest. The little penis had a long way to go before it would be able to make a girl happy.
She gave him his bath and cuddled and petted and cooed at him as usual, but she was actually glad when it was all over and he was in his pajamas and tucked into bed. Now she could get down to the real business at hand. She gathered up Betty's night clothes, and she noticed that her hand was shaking a little as she took hold of the small hand and led her daughter into the bathroom.
She didn't know whether she was getting nervous about what she was doing, or if it was just plain anticipation, but whatever it was, there was no way that she was going to back out now. She put some warm water into the tub and then stood the little girl on a chair next to the tub and started to undress her, and as she lifted the tiny dress off over Betty-'s head, she looked at the almost naked body over, and for some reason, her hands weren't shaking anymore. She suddenly knew exactly what she was doing. Something she had done countless times before. Never with such a small girl of course, but what the hell, a girl is a girl, and as she pulled the little panties down and looked at the object of her desire, the little girl in front of her suddenly wasn't her daughter anymore. She was just another delightful piece of delicious pussy.
It was as if she was seeing this sight for the first time, but that was only because she had never had these particular thoughts in her mind or the hot feeling in her belly when she had seen it countless times before. She wanted to dig right into the smooth, fat, hairless lips right then and there, but she thought that it might come as too much of a shock to the child. She would have to lead up to it gradually, and there was no better way to do that than in the bathtub. She would give her her bath as usual, but she would pay a lot more attention to the vital parts and see what kind of, if any, reaction she could arouse. Even a five year old should show some kind of reaction.
Betty sat in the tub and she was just as bubbly as the water that she splashed around her. She loved the warm bath, and she loved the feeling of her mother's tender, gentle hands working all over her body. They felt just as good this time, but that was all it was, so far. It just felt good. It stirred the kind of reaction in her that it did in her mother, but then again, her mother hadn't really gotten down to business yet.
Ellen could feel her clit rising to the occasion as her smooth, soapy hands manipulated the warm, young flesh of the little girl, and as she rubbed and massaged the length of the chubby legs the heat built up inside of her until she knew that if she didn't get down to the bare facts pretty soon, it would be too late. So she skipped all the rest and Betty obligingly opened her legs wide as she felt the hot hand sliding down in between them.
Betty always did like this part of it, because somehow it gave her a kind of sensation that she didn't feel when the rest of her was being washed. And it wasn't long before she noticed that this time the sensation was much stronger than usual as her mother's hand dug in a little deeper than usual. And she looked up at her mother's smiling face and smiled back at her as she opened her thighs a bit wider hoping that the hand would continue to enhance the feeling inside of her.
Ellen didn't know what Betty was thinking about, but she didn't miss any of the signs, the toothy smile and the further separation of the legs, and they encouraged her so much that she decided to go for broke. She bent right over the tub, unmindful of getting wet-herself, and putting one arm around the small back to hold her still, she went to work in earnest on the little pussy. And as she slipped her finger in between the lips and started to gently rub it all around the inside, tickling the little clit and searching out the tiny vagina opening, the giggles came, and she had to quickly jump up and close the door so that they wouldn't wake Paul up. When she returned to the tub, she stood Betty up, and again supporting her with one arm, she immediately went back to work where she had left off. The child was really getting with this little game now, and as her mother's fingers again delved into the sensitive crack, Betty squatted down and spread* her knees apart in order to take full advantage of this delightful extra attention. But Ellen was not in the mood to carry on this bit of foreplay much longer. She could feel the wetness leaking out of her and soaking the front of her panties, and she figured that the time had come.
The bath, being a nightly routine, Ellen had everything prepared and set up in advance. As soon as she had Betty in the tub, she would go back into her room for a minute and spread a big turkish towel out on her bed. When Betty had been soaped and rinsed, she would dry her off pretty good right in the bathroom, and then carry her in and lay her on the towel to finish drying and powder her, and put her into her pajamas. Tonight however, a couple of those steps would be skipped.
She simply rinsed the soap off good and then picked her up, soaking wet, and carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the towel and closed and locked the door in case the little boy in the next room decided to get up and investigate the party going on next door. Because Ellen knew now that there was going to be a party, and she expected lots of noise and giggling.
When she turned back to the bed, she looked down at the expectant body, and found that she didn't know where to start. If it had been a big girl, she would have had no trouble at all because the girl would be expecting whatever happened. But she figured that she might as well make believe that this was a big girl, and go right through the whole thing from the beginning.
She wrapped the towel quickly around the small body in order to blot at least some of the water off, and then she opened the towel up again and climbed up on the bed next to Betty. Betty was still getting a big kick out of all these unusual events, and she was just as anxious as her mother to get on with it and find out what was finally going to happen.
Ellen put one arm under the little girl's shoulders and reached across her with the other arm and gave her a big hug as she leaned over her. Her mother had hugged and kissed her before, but not like this. It was always a kiss on the cheek or the nose or the forehead, or even sometimes a warm pack on the lips, but now her mother's mouth was open and Betty could see the pointy, pink tip of her tongue through the parted red lips. Betty might not have known what was going on, but it looked like fun, and she opened her mouth too.
As far as the child was concerned, she didn't even think of it as a kiss anymore. A kiss was with puckered lips that pressed against your skin and felt all tickly and warm and nice. This of course was all tickly and warm and nice too, but the tongue that looked so small and dainty as it stuck from between her mother's lips on occasion had now turned into a huge, ravaging hunk of meat that filled the little mouth and seemed to be trying to work its way into her throat. But Betty didn't mind. In fact she liked it. Her own tongue began to lick at the big intruder, and she could feel her mouth fill up with liquid. She didn't know whether it was her own or her mother's or both, but it made no difference at first. It was only when her mouth became flooded with it and she began to choke as she tried to swallow with that big tongue in her way that she started to get restless and Ellen had to quit. " Once her mouth was cleared, Betty was ready for more though. She gulped down the last of the warm liquid and opened her mouth again, but Ellen had different ideas in mind. Her one arm remained under Betty's back, but the other hand was exploring the rest of the little body, and the way she was doing it made the giggles start again. Her mother was pinching her little red buds on her chest and squeezing the surrounding fat into little lumps as if trying to make them into little premature breasts.
When she had enough of a mound built up between her fingers, she once more leaned over the girl, and although all Betty could see was the hair hanging down in front of her face from her mother's head, she knew just what was happening and the giggles became even stronger. Ellen could feel the soft little nipple hardening in her mouth as she teased it with the tip of her tongue, and she opened her mouth wider and drew in all of the tender flesh that surrounded it. By this time, Betty was almost in hysterics, and Ellen could feel the bed shake as the legs flopped uncontrollably against it.
That was only her second stop, but she was getting out of control herself now, and it was necessary to prepare herself for the third stop. The way that she felt now, that third stop was going to be the end of the line, one way or another. And as she climbed back off the bed and stood before it and began to remove her own clothes, a very hot little body sat up on the bed to watch. Betty had never even seen her mother without any clothes on, and Ellen liked the way the already big blue eyes turned into saucers as she took her blouse and bra off and her fabulous globes pushed their unhindered way out before her.
Those large meaty mounds had fascinated many other people, and in fact now earned her her living, so there was no reason why a little girl shouldn't be fascinated by them also. In fact, Betty was so fascinated by the wonderful protrusions, that she hardly even noticed when the skirt and panties joined the blouse and bra on the floor. All Ellen had to do now was to kick off her shoes, and she would be in the same condition as her wide-eyed, open-mouthed daughter.
The giggles had stopped by now, and Betty was in a state of ecstatic suspense as she watched her mother climb back onto the bed with her. Somehow she knew that whatever was going to happen now, was going to be even better than before, and she simply turned herself limp in an attitude of full compliance as Ellen took her by the legs and swung her around so that she was lying full length along the center of the bed.
Ellen wasn't sure whether she would do it or not, but she didn't want to wet the bed again as she. had done that afternoon, so she took the towel and placed it underneath her own body. Then she lay down on her stomach facing the puffy little crotch and pushed the legs as far apart as she could get them without hurting Betty. As she placed her hands on each side of the bald snatch and spread the lips apart, she couldn't hear a sound coming from her daughter, but when she looked up along the naked body, she could see the fat, round belly heaving as if she knew what was coming as was trying to hold back an internal explosion.
But Ellen had an internal explosion of her own to worry about, and there was no time to waste so she dove right in head first. And the belly heaved again as the wonderfully experienced tongue put all of its vast knowledge to use on the smallest and sweetest cunt that Ellen had ever tasted. Once her tongue was inside and was able to locate all of the virgin meat, she removed her hands from the crotch and slid them up under the bare, round cheeks of Betty's ass. As she squeezed and kneaded the firmly soft flesh, she also pushed upward, forcing - the hot, fat mound even further into her hungry mouth.
Her mouth lips were open so wide that they almost completely engulfed the twat lips and she could taste all of the tender flesh that surrounded the delicious crack as well as the soft quivering meat inside of it. And Ellen knew that she was not the only one that was having a ball, as she could feel the insides of the chubby thighs shuddering with pleasure as they pressed against her ears.