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I tossed my tee in the hamper and shimmied out of my blue boy shorts. They were comfortable and cute, with a pretty pink flower on my right butt cheek. When Mommy gave them to me she said they were more appropriate for my age. They rode low on my hips and showed just a little bit of the underside of my butt cheeks. They were definitely an upgrade from the plain cotton bikinis that were high waisted and hid everything. Luckily I hadn’t had to wear those granny panties since I turned 16. Mommy loved lingerie shopping and always came home with bags of goodies for us when she went to the mall.
“What are you doing Mommy?” I asked her, looking at her nipple as she played with it a little.
“I’m going to help you feel better, just like I did when you cried when you were little.” She leaned over me and placed her hand on the back of my head, guiding me to her breast. “Here baby girl, suck on my titty for a little bit, you’ll calm down.”
Instinctively my mouth opened and latched on to her nipple, suckling. I was almost immediately comforted by the soothing action. Her nipple was hard in my mouth and although there was no milk, it was sweet tasting. It made sense why Daddy was always sucking on Mommy’s tits, as she called them, during sex. Thinking about them fucking made my cunny start to tingle again and I squeezed my legs together to try and relieve the tension.
Mommy saw this and said gently “Go ahead and rub your cunny baby girl, you’ll feel so much better.” With her encouragement I slipped my hand down my shorts and under my panties, finding my little bud and rubbing my fingers over it. I sighed happily and continued nursing on her tit. As I rubbed I got wetter and started moving my hips around, squirming against her.
Amy undid two buttons of her blouse and put her right hand inside to cup her left breast, squeezing it tenderly. As she did so, she felt her loins begin to tingle, and a slight shiver radiated up her body. She unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, and opening it wide, fondled and squeezed both of her pinkish white breasts. Breasts of young womanhood. Tender…soft…yet firm.
“Mmmm, that feels nice,” she sighed.
