Chapter One

Lilly Dunski was more popular these days than she had ever known or imagined. Being only 11 at the time, she hadn't had much opportunity to star in big time roles, but the roles she did get to act in had already boosted her status as being a full fledged child star.

Nowhere as popular as other child stars, she was often reminded that this was only due to her being eleven. She accepted it, as best as an eleven year old could, but her mother didn't.

Claire Dunski stated that she was just as she hoped Lilly wouldn't be -- a failed child actress. Claire's mother had pushed her into it, making her star in roles that simply didn't fulfill the criteria for being successful, and her career sank like a bullet. A deeper, darker secret of hers was that her mother somehow convinced her to star in an underground child pornography ring, which damaged her career in an instant. It destroyed it, and it destroyed her mother at the same time, for she was found to be heavily linked to that ring.

Claire hated the fact that she still hadn't been able to converse with her mother since. And she didn't want to bear that on her child. She was happy that Lilly had so much success! She was more than that, she was proud. It isn't everyday that someone gets to feel the way that she felt about her daughter, the amount of pride that she got from watching her one and only child succeed beyond expectation... sometimes she felt it was a bit too much, and she would just break down crying right then and there.

There was a manditory pause of clear thought whenever that came up, though. It reassured herself that she was maintaining both a positive image and a professional one. She was a maintained person on the outside, and that's all it took.

Lilly was dressed very nicely, in a red button down top overlapping a pair of black jeans. Her blonde hair was bunned up in the back and had a red ribbon in it. Dark colors brought out her light brown, almost wooden eyes. She was very pretty, as most men in her life had said before (both to her, which felt good to hear, but also to her mother).

They were being driven to a Hollywood party, one of the numerous they got invited to, and it was supposed to have a couple of top-line producers there. This would be an opportunity to gain a few more picture deals, so Claire was jumping for the chance!

The daughter and mother team had a lot in common. They both knew the name of the game, and they both knew it's rules. Social gatherings, like this party, are absolutely necessary to an early actor's career! Top producers and other stars frequented these little shindigs, and 'networking' was among the top priorities of a child actor and her mother.

And this party was proving to be very profitable in her mother's eyes. Carl Denny was a very famous producer of many, many family movies. Getting on his good side would be a very sensable move for the two of them to make, seeing as how that next hurdle -- a starring role -- was creeping up on Lilly.

Claire glanced over at her daughter, daydreamingly looking out the passenger's side window at the building running by. People crowded the sidewalks, going to shows, movies, shops...everything. Her childish innocence made Claire's mouth crawl into a grin. She was much like a younger Claire than Lilly. Lilly reminding Claire of herself always put a different spin on things.

Claire rounded a few streets and finally made it into a large hotel. She let a nice young man vallet park their BMW, and the two of them, amidst a few flashes from cameras and a few people waiting outside, walked up the stairs and into the main lobby. A short man dressed in a shining, almost reflective, blue suit greeted Claire with a grin and walked up to meet them.

"Ahhh! Claire, I have been expecting you!" he opened his arms and embraced her with a quick, light hug.

"Leon, how have you been?" Claire was absolutely beaming.

"I've been fine, just fine," Leon replied.

"I've been meaning to call you," Claire began. "It's just that-"

"No, no, it's alright. Things get pushed, it's understandable. Say!" he exclaimed, shifting his attention downward to little Lilly, "who's this pretty little gal you have here with you?"

Lilly giggled and blushed a little, giving Leon a glimpse at what made her such an adorable little actress.

"Well I can see that the two finest people at this thing have arrived, so let me show you to the ballroom!" He offered a hand out and ushered the two women, both giving various thanks, into an elevator. They rode it up a few floors and got off into a hallway. At the far end of it was a double door ballroom, closed off, with a few bouncers standing guard in front of them.

"Alrighty you two, I'll see you in just a few minutes. The party is right down there, the gentlemen will acknowledge you." he waived a quick goodbye and went back into the elevator.

Claire quickly got down on one knee and smiled at her daughter. "Remember what mommy told you about parties, sweety."

"Alrighty mom. Make friends to make movies, and be extra sweet!"

"That's right pumpkin. Now let's go make some friends, huh?" Lilly nodded eagerly and the two of them made their way down the hallway hand in hand.

The party was wonderfully designed and decorated in a great lace motif. The table skirts and cloths were also lace, with beautiful ribbons strung up on the wall hiding the lighting sources. The whole room was aglow with a nice true white that accented everything around them. There were many nice people, most popular and famous actors, and a soft modern music selection hid itself in the background noise of chatter.

Group to group they went, the mother-daughter team was unstoppable. They talked to old producers and new ones, old directors and past interests. People that could pose offers for product endorsements and other good business deals were put in awe and adoration of the girl. The duo were infectious, almost intoxicating with the way they played off one another in playful gestures.

Eventually, they made their way to a large buffet table, where Claire called out a drink order to a waiter behind it. He hurriedly made the two drinks, a margarita and a Coca Cola on the rocks, and handed them to their respective owners.

There was a life of Lilly's, outside of even what her mother knew. Although she agreed that being only eleven would hurt her career at times, it also never meant she couldn't be a part of the crowd.

As things go at these functions, Claire and Lilly would eventually move further and further away from each other, making double rounds, revisiting people and blending into the crowd perfectly.

Claire began talking to a man by the buffet table, while Lilly slowly made her way through the crowds, looking for someone she already knew to start talking to. Eventually, she found a man sitting at a table who, though a bit elderly, was a flash from the past. He had a big round brown cigar emitting tons of smoke as he greedily puffed on it. He immediately noticed the young girl coming up to him, and stopped his conversation with a younger man with long brown hair to turn his attention to Lilly.

"Hey there, Lilly! It's been a long time since I've seen you!"

Lilly approached him and hugged him considerately, and she just happened to notice that his large hands slid cautiously low on her back, almost fully on her butt. She didn't exactly care though, it wasn't like he was doing anything to hurt her, right? And being a young woman such as herself, she knew that it was alright to flirt a bit with men.

"You're looking great Mr. Harper, just great!"

"Oh, why thank you Ma'am." the elderly man flashed a quick grin.

"Say, Mr. Harper, I was thinking...maybe I could..."

"Of course, Lilly. You're big enough, aren't ya? Besides, what could it hurt?" he said, reaching into his jacket's pocket and bringing out a gold cigarette case. He pulled a cigarette out and held it out to Lilly, who took it and lit it with a lighter, also provided generously by Mr. Harper. She took a drag, choked a little bit and exhaled. The other man at the table was taking an odd notice to it.

"Should you be smoking, missy?" he asked, jaw slightly gaping.

"Why not, Robert? She's big enough to have a cigarette once in a while."

"Jeez, Mr. Harper," Lilly said taking another drag. It was almost comical to see her do it so naturally, "You make me out to sound like a goody-two-shoes!"

"Aww, hon, I try not to." he chuckled, throwing an arm around her again in another but-resting hug.

"Thanks Mr. Harper. So what might you be doing here tonight?"

"Well, I'm here talking to Robert. He's a man that's in charge of asking people to put their products in certain movies. He's putting a feature into my new one. Hey, I just thought of something! Maybe you could think about being in another of my movies, sweety!"

"That would be cool, Mr. Harper! I'd really like that!" He slid out away from the table again, offering her a seat on his lap.

Having always been a bit of a pedophile, Mr. Harper was definitely not alone in having slightly sexual thoughts involving this young lady. She accepted the invitation and slid up on his lap, where his growingly-erect member swelled beneath the light fabric of his pants. She positioned her butt almost right on it, which generated an amount of pressure that he simply loved to have on it at the moment. Even more, it was the person that sat on it that made it grow even more than expected!

Almost innocently, she wiggled a bit to reassure her position. Mr. Harper drew in from his cigar heavily, hoping not to pop in his pants.

The trio talked for almost an hour about different projects and product placements, business talk for the most part, and the party grew wilder. Lilly remembered watching Leon walk in with another child actress, and hover through the crowds.

After a while though, she began to notice more and more people at the party enjoying drugs freely. One man snorted a line of cocaine straight in front of a lot of people, while others would either light joints and begin sharing them or doing lines on tin plates.

Looking around, oblivious to the conversation, she noticed her mother leaning over to the buffet table and use a dollar bill to snort a line of coke. She'd seen it before, and it was nothing real major, though her mother always told her never to do the white stuff. But, like her split personality would allow, she did smoke a bit of marijuana.

Sure enough, almost reading her mind, Mr. Harper set his cigar in an ashtray while Robert pulled out a joint and lit it.

"Ain't nothing wrong with smokin' a little herb now and then. It's relaxing," Robert explained himself as he exhaled, passing it to Mr. Harper. He only nodded in acknowledgement and took a hit himself. Finally, it came down to Lilly.

Robert nearly choked as she inhaled a powerful hit, held it for a second and exhaled with a bright grin, holding the joint out for Robert.

"Holy shit! I've never...never seen anything like this before!"

"Relax, Robby, it's an inner circle party, no one gives a shit," Mr. Harper said, waiting patiently for the joint to pass his way again. He and Lilly, by all means considered "light weights", were already feeling it. Robert had to take a few more to get to a plateu.

The joint disappeared, and the three started laughing and joking with one another. More than being simple fun, it made Lilly feel mature...grown up. She didn't feel like a little kid at this table anymore, she felt like an equal. She felt...like an actress.

Claire stood up after snorting a long line of powder, and cleared her nostrils loudly. She looked up at Lilly, sitting on Mr. Harper's lap, their joint long smoked.

Cocaine was never a frequent thing to Claire, though she knew she was by all means a mild addict. She'd done it a few times, and found it easier and more freeing to do it at parties versus in her bathroom whenever she snuck a quick shot or two. She had no idea that her addictions were going to lead to something worse, but such offsetting thoughts never crept into her head. For now, she was free.

She took notice to Lilly sitting on Harper's lap, but did nothing about it. He was a pedophile, and even she knew this, but it just didn't seem to affect her whatsoever. She also smoked a joint, which made her a little bit uneasy. Though she did know Lilly had done pot in the past, it was never this brazen. Never so open as tonight. Still, she couldn't care less.

'She's going to be exposed to these things, it's the way of the business,' she thought to herself, tearing her attention away from her little girl and back to a tall, well dressed man with a goatee grinning at her.

"It's good stuff, isn't it?" he said, almost overconfident.

"Yeah, does the trick. So you say you represent..."

"Dandellion Motion Pictures, yeah. We're planning on a fourth quarter release picture about a boy and a girl on a camping adventure in Colorado."

"Really? Well what do you think about getting Lilly as the little girl?"

"Well, I can't say anything definite right now, but I'm sure I could do something to help your odds a bit. I mean, I'm sure you'd be willing to do whatever it takes to help your daughter's career, right?"

"Of course I would, you know that!"

"That's great, Claire. Really good. I'll tell you what, I'm throwing a bit of a shindig at my room here later tonight, I think I could get a couple of head shots of Lilly...something to present to the board and all..."

"Absolutely! That sounds good, what time do you want me...us to come up?"

"Oh, I don't know...how about ten?"

"Ten sounds good. What room?"

"Room 210. I'll look forward to it, and I could probably get you a bit more of that," he said pointing to the remaining two-inch line of coke on the serving tray.

"Alright, uhh..." she extended her hand.

He took it in his and shook it. "Stanley Mackey. Nice to meet you Claire."

"You too." They exchanged quick good byes, and Stanely wandered off into the crowd.

Lilly wiggled on Mr. Harper's lap again. She took full notice of his erect member straining against his pants (and against her butt, as well) and felt it twitch under her when she did. Glancing in his eyes, she knew that he was going ballistic with pleasure.

"Robert, I just remembered! I need you to find me Duvall's manager, I believe she's somewhere in here if not in the lobby."

"Sure, Mr. Harper. I'll find her right away." he stood up, excused himself from the table and left the two of them alone.

"He's kind of new to the scene, don't mind his comments," Harper said, staring down into Lilly's auburn eyes and perfect face. From his line of sight, he could stare down at her tiny little chest hidden by her red blouse. Though she wasn't equipped with large breasts, the small pert ones she did have promised good things to come with time. Mr. Harper's mind flew in a million directions all at once -- what it would feel like to give her oral sex...to tongue at her nether-reigions and to feel a (hopefully) bald pussy between his fingers.

The line of thought only made matters worse for his package, it now felt like it was about to explode at the drop of a hat. The sweet young girl's tight jean-covered butt was so soft, so tender, so conforming to his crotch that it simply made him drool.

"Geez, he's uptight alright." she said in a mature, knowing-all tone of voice. Still, it was sweet and innocent.

"Say, sugar, I have a bit of a problem..."

"What's that Mr. Harper?"

"I'm signed to direct a movie about a family man that goes off to war...I was thinking about who I could get to play his young daughter..."

The problem certainly was a big one alright. Lilly looked up with baby-deer eyes and smiled. "You think I can do it?"

"I don't know, sweetness...the girl has to look a certain way, I'm not sure if you look the way she's supposed to."

"Would you like me to model for you?"

"Oh sure, that sounds pretty good. Tell you what though, let's go somewhere not so public, alright?"

"Okay Mr. Harper." she stood up and held his hand as he exited through a door leading to the male's bathroom. Their venture didn't go unnoticed, as Lilly heard some people making comments about how she's going to go sign a deal, and that Harper caught another one. She didn't pay any attention to them, though, and continued on into the room with the elderly man.

The lighting wasn't as good in the bathroom as it was in the ballroom, but it didn't bother either of them really. Harper closed and locked the door behind them and stepped towards the young girl.

Her stomach was flipping over and over, it was obvious that Harper liked her, seeing as how his covered dick was tent-poling out of his pants now. She had never done anything sexual, but had a very basic view of things. It might have been those hidden sips of booze he slipped her, or it might have been the joint. Either way, she was absolutely willing to fool around with him.

"Let's see," he took a few steps back, looking at the young girls body. He noticed her trying to expand her chest out towards him a bit. She was trying to entice him. He liked that.

"Well, you have really nice hips, and I'm sure your legs...well...could I see your legs? The girl in the movie has to wear a swimsuit, and I have to see you in a swimsuit-like piece of clothing."

"I'm wearing a bra, could I just strip down?" she floated in the room, her head so light from saying what she said that she felt like fainting.

"That'll be good, yeah."

Quickly, she undressed. Her matching white cotton panties and training bra hid those precious gems from Harper, but it allowed him to see enough. He was, quite literally, at the end of his rope. Slowly he approached her, extending his hands out to her, resting them on her small shoulders. She looked up at him with those eyes...God almighty, those eyes were beginning to drive Harper insane.

He kissed her, powerfully, throwing his whole mouth into hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. His hands grabbed at her small tits, removing the bra and fondling her nipples. She backed off, sliding her panties to the floor.

Taking advantage of the break, Harper desperately unzipped his fly and let his cock stand in freedom. She lowered herself to the floor, on her knees and kept excellent eye contact as her tiny little pink mouth (with that silky, small...beautiful tongue of hers) slid over the head of his dick. She shivered as it slid to the back of her throat, and Mr. Harper pulled out. He humped her tiny mouth as she worked her tongue on it until, finally, he pulled out and grabbed her hair.

"Eat it...Lilly, eat it..." he ejaculated thick slimy ropes of cum onto her beautiful, movie star face. She grinned, licking the head as it erupted into her mouth, on her nose, her lips, her eyes, her cheeks. Her face was coated in cum, and she loved it. Lovingly she purred to him.

It was in slow motion, rope after rope exploded into her mouth, her tongue doing it's dance.

"Lilly, honey, we have to be going! We have a meeting to get to in a few minutes!"

Mr. Harper slammed back into reality, realizing that he had cum in his pants, with Lilly still sitting on his lap, in the middle of the ballroom. There was no embarassment, no one would notice.

The pot, the booze...it all added up. Harper's imagination was flourishing beyond what ever he could understand. He swore he was there in the bathroom, looking at the little girl with big brown puppy dog eyes, swallowing gallons of his seed.

Unfortunately, he was just a bit shook up and didn't realize that something was amiss, and the further blurring of reality just made his sticky shorts begin to tent once more.

A final little wiggle of the butt, and Lilly hopped down onto the floor. She glanced back at Mr. Harper and gave a quick wink, and the old man was left to sit there and try to make sense of it all.

Chapter Two

The two of them entered the hotel room cautiously, if not a bit curious. It was a standard suite, but the TV was left on and the room was a bit dimmed down. On the front room's coffee table lay a bottle of champagne in a tin bucket of ice and two glasses.

Stanley walked out of the bathroom, readjusting his collar and saw the two standing there looking at the room in utter awe. Lilly was still somewhat feeling the pot, and Claire was certainly overly-buzzed from her multiple lines of coke, so neither of them were in too good of a condition to make any deals or have any business meetings.

Despite her complete lack of proper judgement, Claire decided to go ahead and make a deal tonight anyway. Hopefully it would be the one, maybe it would lead up to it. Either way, work was work. And work was needed.

"Come on in you two, have a seat, please." the two of them nodded politely and sat down on the couch. Claire leaned back and relaxed, while Lilly sat straight up, trying to present herself as professional as possible.

"So, Stanley. What's this picture about?" Claire asked as Stan uncorked the champagne bottle and poured two glasses. He handed one over the table to Claire, who had to sit up to reach it.

"It's a movie about a boy and a girl and their family. They go hiking in Colorado and the two get seperated...so the film is really about them getting home and surviving out in the wilderness."

"Sounds like a winner, do you think Lilly has a chance at the role?"

"Of course she does, Claire." he locked eyes with the girl. "Of course. But, I'll need to take a couple of pictures..."

"Sure, Stanley. That's alright. Honey, why don't you go freshen up a little in the bathroom...you can put on mommy's makeup so you'll look extra pretty for the photos."

"Alright mommy!" Lilly hopped off the couch and grabbed her mother's makeup bag as she headed off to the bathroom. The door clicked and she was gone...for the moment.

"You know, Claire, we've had our eye on Lilly for quite some time now. Her career is really flying!" Stanley sipped from his glass of champagne.

"Yes, it is. Though a starring role would put her over the top."

"It would, wouldn't it?" he smiled at her. She was smiling at him the whole time. "How badly do you think she needs this role?"

"Well, it is a starring role, right? How much is being offered?"

"About two million starring agreements. That's very good for a child actor of her limited showings."

"I understand...really..."

"Excellent!" Stanely approached her carefully. "Why don't you take off your blouse?"

Taken back, Claire shirked away immediately. "What are you talking about?! You want me to have sex with you for the role?"

"No, I want you to suck me off...for your daughter's role."

"But, but, she's in the bathroom right now, she'll come out and see us!"

"Claire, she's eleven. That's thirty in actor's years. She'll learn about it one way or another in this business, it might as well be with you in the room, right? It's clean and pure, Claire. A business transaction."

Millions of images flew through her clouded head, what she was going to do, what would come of all of this. 'Was he indicating I have sex with him and my daughter? Or just he and my daughter? Poor Lilly... I don't want her to be exposed to this...this is so wrong...'

Slowly, but surely, she unbuttoned her blouse, and tossed it to the floor.

"Now your bra," Stanley said, pointing at her chest. Her 34C breasts were nice and firm, and her soft pink nipples were beginning to poke holes in the black lace bra she was wearing. Her nipples were so soft, so fine and pink, that they barely distinguished themselves as seperate parts of the breast.

And that bra, too, was cast down onto the ground. Claire sat barechested as Stanley unzipped his fly and extracted a limp, soft dick about 7 inches long.

"Make me hard...play with your tits, Claire."

She began to grab her breasts, pulling and gently twisting her nipples, twirling them with her fingers. She brought her right breast up to her mouth, and suckled on her own nub hungrily. She was beyond caring about tomorrow, or psychological problems, she was beyond being shy, even with her daughter in the next room. No, now she was horny.

"Good...god yeah..." his prick grew erect. "Blow me, Claire."

She leaned forward, dropping her tits (and her jaw) and slid the phallus into her mouth, sucking hard and slicking it all the way down with her tongue. Deep throating was something Claire did naturally, she wasn't taught any other way, in fact.

In and out, she sucked on his cock, kissing the tip of it every time he withdrew it. She moaned into it, reached up and began playing softly with his balls. She put all her effort, her lust, into blowing Stanley. She blinked, looking up at him, and saw that his face was stuck in a sense of ultimate pleasure.

Five minutes into it, the bathroom door clicked again, and Lilly walked into the room. Instinct told Claire to retract herself and cover up her gorgeous breasts, but Stanley grabbed her head and shook a silent "no". Claire had no choice but to proceed sucking him.

"Mom, I...oh my God, what're you doing?" she froze in her tracks, the makeup made her look even more beautiful than before.

Claire stopped sucking and let his dick pop out of her mouth as she turned to Lilly and smiled.

"C'mere, hon. We're going to sign you up for a starring role..." a glimpse of shame shattered Claire, and tears started to roll down her cheeks.

Lilly was scared, freaked out as it was. But slowly, and carefully, she walked over to the couch.

"You look gorgeous, sweety." Claire said, wiping her tears. "Please don't hate mommy for this...please..." Water works.

"Take a seat, Lilly." Stanley said, stepping back and unbuttoning his white dress shirt. The little girl sat beside her topless mother, occasionally glancing down at the massive set of tits.

"I could never hate you, mommy." she hugged the eldest woman strongly, but taking in that her mother's nipples were poking her through her shirt.

"Touching. Now, Claire, I want to see your pussy." Stanley was completely nude now, as he set his pants down on the growing mound of clothes. His dick poked straight out into the room.

"Hey, don't talk to my mo-" Lilly was hushed by Claire, as she slowly stood and slid her skirt and panties down to the floor, kicking them over to the mound of clothes. She sat back down, looking up at Stanley, almost begging.

"Spread your legs." Claire did as she was told, and exposed a beautiful set of pussy lips, oozing with clear girl cum. Her clit was enflamed and red, and her pubic hair was matted down. "Lilly, look at your mother..."

Lilly glanced, but didn't stare at the spread eagle position her mother was in. She was very pretty though, her skin was almost flawless.

"No no, really look. Stare at her tits...look at her pussy." Lilly did as she was told. A waft of pussy spread through the room, and it drove Claire insane to smell herself being so turned on. Lilly stared at her mother's exposed pussy, dripping with wetness and just begging to be touched.

"Claire, remove your daughter's clothes..."

The words sunk in and hit the two of them directly in the stomach. For Claire, who had managed to avoid direct eye contact with Lilly since undressing, now stared her daughter straight on. Her look sent more words than her mouth ever could, or would at the time. Lilly seemed to totally get it, too. Claire was embarrassed, ashamed, horrified...and, oddest of all, turned on.

"Now, I don't have all day," Stanley said, reaching down and yanking on his dick a few times to maintain it's erection.

With nimble, ghost-white fingers, Claire lifted Lilly's shirt up and over her head. The young girl never hesitated to assist in getting naked, as her mother was. She willingly pulled down her pants, with her mother taken slightly aback, and removed her panties. It was something that just made her a bit...excited. She was being adult now! She sat back down, closing her legs and staring Stanley in the face with a big bright smile that fortold of something awesome.

Stanley got one look at the girl's hairless, bubbling pussy and he got harder than ever, and gave it another couple of strokes.

"Claire...God, Lilly, you're so pretty...Claire, spread Lilly's legs for her."

Obediently, the eldest woman did as she was ordered to, and reached over to spread her daughter's legs, letting him get a better look at the girl's cunt. Stanley drooled a bit, moaning and writhing for attention.

"Eat her pussy, Claire...eat that sweet pussy."

She swallowed hard...the order had been given, but it didn't mean she had to do it. And when she thought back on it later, she couldn't understand why she felt exactly how she felt at that very moment, but a second past and she didn't give a shit about it or anything else. She saw her daughter as a woman to please, conquer, for the sake of a job. She was going to do it.

Slowly, she lowered her head to Lilly's stomach and kissed it gently. She ran her tongue in and out of the girl's belly button, bringing her hands up to the girl's tiny titties. She squeezed nipples, grabbed tit mass, massaged, tweaked, twisted, pulled and manipulated them until they stood up in ecstasy. The girl moaned and called out 'mommy' once or twice, but by the time she had to adjust to it, Claire had already moved downward in search of her cunt.

Claire snaked her tongue down in between Lilly's lips, stopping along the way to flick at her hidden clit. Her head was leudly wrenched into the young girl's legs as she felt something wet lap at her asshole.

Startled, she jumped up and saw Stanley licking in between her asscrack greedily.

"Go on, tongue fuck her, Claire." he said, muffled.

And that she did. The girl started wiggling and laughing at her mother's antics. Noisily, her mother ate her out until the girl's pussy convulsed, and Lilly nearly tossed herself off the couch in an orgasm more powerful than ever.

"Lilly, dear, come here." Stanley was standing behind Claire as Lilly got up and walked over to him. Claire was going to follow, but Stanley pushed on her back and kept her where she was.

When Lilly arrived, she saw Stanley's massive erection and her mother's most private of parts. On request, she bent down and attempted to repay the favor to her mother by sliding her tongue in the steaming wet cunt in front of her.

She sucked on her lips, slithered her tongue in as far as it would go, and was rewarded by a small gush of girl cum from a minor orgasm. She withdrew her face just in time for Stanley to reach down and pat her head. She turned to look at him, but was stopped in her tracks by his dick, pressing against the side of her face. Thinking back to her introduction to this little party, she slid the head of it in between her lips.

Stanley nearly shot his load right then and there, the move was so willing...it seemed slutty, and that made Stanley like it all the better. Slowly he pushed into her mouth, until it hit and end and brought it back into thin air.

Lilly gagged at first, but eventually got the hang of it. Claire even slid a finger into herself as she watched her daughter blow Stanley. The erect, veiny pink dick glistened in her spit, and Lilly couldn't help but let out a little moan.

It was nowhere as loud as Stanley, though. Eventually, he started yelping uncontrollably at the pleasure Lilly gave him.

"Stop! Stop! Oh god oh god oh god..." It wasn't soon enough that Lilly pulled it out and held it firmly in her small left hand. It jerked up in the air, projecting a large glob of jism directed straight into Lilly's still open mouth. It shocked her, and she closed her mouth around it, but didn't expect the second spurt. It landed on her upper cheek, right below her left eye.

Stanley moaned unknowingly as Lilly pumped him for all he was worth. He dripped everywhere- the carpet and Lilly's chest...finally she directed the leaking cock to her face to collect as much as she could before he finally pulled away from her and stumbled a bit.

Lilly giggled, and gave a cum-soaked smile.

Claire sat up, grabbing her daughter's shoulder, and turned her around to face her.

"Honey, you're a mess!"

"This is fun, mommy! He sprayed all over me, did you see it?"

Her enthusiasm was hard to grasp...perhaps it was a hidden passion of hers. Either that or she was truely enjoying sex at such a young age. Something about it struck a chord in Claire.

She put her hands on Lilly's cheeks, slick with Stanley's seed, and pulled her in towards her own face. A brief, soft kiss on the lips between mother and daughter foretold of things yet to come; that they wouldn't see each other as kin, but lovers.

Following the quick peck came a round of longer and longer kisses between the two, before Claire gently brought her tongue out and licked the young girl's smiling lips. The salty, still warm taste of Stanley's cum felt familiar to Claire, and Lilly's eyes were slightly closed. Claire licked the small girl all over her face, around her chin, her nose, her eyes...everywhere she could, to eat up as much semen as possible. The girl's face, now slick and shining in her mother's spit, crawled into another smile as she leaned back in and stuck her tongue in her mother's mouth.

Stanley, after having watched such a spectacle, immediately became hard again, and wandered back over to the couch, grinning.

"Lilly, come here, I want you to watch as I fuck your Mom." Claire and Lilly both broke off their kisses immediately, and Claire moved back on the couch, spreading her legs and keeping eye contact with her daughter. Taking his time, Stanley eventually slid his cock into her sopping wet pussy, and withdrew it quickly. The rocking motion of fucking began to move the whole couch, eventually, and Lilly couldn't get enough of watching this all take place in front of her.

"Oh yes...oh yes...oh yes...fuck me, Stanley, fuck me...fuck me..." Claire cried out in passion. The little girl began to venture down her body with her right hand, until it found her bald pussy, and began to flick her clit as sexily as she thought it would be. Stanley's eyes darted from one pussy to the next, licking his lips and keeping his tempo alive.

"Watch, Lilly. Look at your mother's cunt as I fuck it...look at it...lick it, Lilly. Suck on her clit!" Stanley barked.

"Yes, Lilly! Suck my pussy...oh baby, this is so beautiful..."

Eagerly, the young girl bent down and lapped at her mother's engorged clitorous, and Stanley's dick at the same time. With the rocking motion, there was plenty of action to be going on in the room.

Finally, with Stanley pulling out and aiming at Claire's pussy, it was over. A few small streams of jism flew out and coated over each other on Claire's used, bubbling...unsatisfied pussy. Lilly stepped in to take over where Stanley stopped, and began eating her mother out. She used her fingers to scoop as much cum up into her mouth as possible, and licked the rest of it away and down her throat. Claire, having an awesome orgasm, felt like she had somehow opened the flood gates. Lilly's mouth was filled half full of girl cum, which she proudly swallowed down along with Stan's.

"C'mere baby...oh baby..." Claire bent forward again, kissing her daughter full on the lips, letting their tongues flick with each other and wrestle one another. She tasted herself on her daughter's lips and in her mouth, and it turned her on further.

"It's not fair to have you do all the work and get nothing in return...lie down baby..."

Doing as she was ordered, Lilly hopped up onto the couch and spread her legs invitingly. Claire loved it, loved her, and really enjoyed flicking her tongue in and out of the premature vagina. It tasted pure, sweet, untouched...it was warm...so warm. It made Claire's nipples stand out on end at the mere smell of the little girl's eagerness. Sloppily she ate the girl out until she squeeled in enjoyment.

"I love you mommy...don't quit doing that...I love it so much..." Her words morphed into moans and pants of ecstasy...and best part of it all; her mother just wouldn't quit. Instead of giving up after Lilly's first orgasm, she merely moved upwards, sucking on the small pert little nipples, fingering her steaming crotch, then moved back down once things got heated up again.

Lilly must have had a million and a half orgasms before Claire stopped her sucking and once again brought her lips to Lilly's face. Gentle, sweet kisses rained down on the prestine face underneath the woman, and a slew of giggles escaped Lilly's beautiful mouth.

The next few minutes are still blurry to Claire. Stanley came around to reality, and resumed his snooty behavior. He got dressed quickly, telling the two females to do the same (which they did). It was with almost a sense of panic that he ushered them out of his room, where he also promised Lilly the role in the upcoming movie.

They walked down the hallways gleaming at each other, smiling with bright red faces. Truely, they weren't mother and daughter any more -- they moved beyond that place. In a business such as this, I suppose it's just common.