For Holly

I saw the ad in the window of a local photographers and straight away I knew my daughter would be perfect; the ad asked for girls between the ages of 9 and 13 to audition for modelling, and my Pippa was certainly pretty enough to do that! I popped in and spoke to a lovely woman called Karen who was the photographer and a date was made for later that afternoon, after school. She explained what would be involved if Pippa was chosen - modelling clothes, underwear, swimwear, all sorts of things, solo and with other girls.

I was a bit hot and flustered by the time I got home and I had to do something about it; you see, much to my shame I have a fetish about girls and their panties, and a key component of that is my gorgeous daughter. I've been into panties and girls for years and it's only recently that Pippa has become a part of that, and god knows I've tried to fight it, but whenever I see a flash of Pippa's pants (or her friends), or see her when she's getting dressed (and I do as her mother) my heart beat goes up and I get that feeling between my legs.

So I did what I do, fetching a pair of Pippa's panties from the laundry basket - pink hipsters - before laying back on my bed, jeans and knickers round my ankles, rubbing my wet pussy as I rub those panties over my face. They're not dirty or soiled in any way but they smell of Pippa, a little girl smell that drives me wild. I picture her in front of the camera in her undies, a matching vest and panties, tight fitting to show off her little mound. Oh, this so wrong - I'm getting so wet thinking about my daughter, seeing her peel those panties down and displaying herself for Karen, whose getting to do all sorts of nasty things.

I'm close to cumming and I drag Pippa's panties down to my crotch, using them to rub myself hard as I cum, soaking the fabric with my juices as I cream all over them, imagining its Pippa's young pussy cream. As soon as I'm done though I'm filled with shame and guilt for getting off on my own 10 year old daughter - it's so wrong of me, but so hot!

I had calmed down by the time I picked Pippa up from school, telling her what was going on as we walked to the studio. Pippa was really excited about being a model - she's never been shy about showing off her body - and so when we got there Karen was introduced to a bubbly and excited 10 year old with a very pretty face and a lovely slim body.

"Oh, yes, aren't you a cute one?" Karen smiled as she ran her expert eye over my daughter, "You must be Pippa? I'm Karen and I want to take some test shots of you to see how you look through a camera."

"Sure thing!" Pippa replied enthusiastically, "Whatever you say!" So through to the studio proper we go and soon Karen's camera is clicking away as she takes lots of photos of Pippa in all sorts of poses, and even this is enough to have my pulse up and my groin twitching.

"now, given that if you do model for me you'll be doing a fair bit of underwear modelling, "Karen asked both of us, "I'd like to take some test shots of you in your undies - is that OK?"

"I don't mind," Pippa said, "you don't do you mummy?"

"No, not at all," I eventually said, smiling at Pippa and then at Karen, who was watching me intently.

So I watched as my darling daughter stripped out of her school top and pleated skirt to stand there in her matching Cupcake cami and panties - cream and pink - and her white knee-length socks. With her long blonde hair in a ponytail she looked amazing and I caught myself staring at her as my pulse went up another notch and I felt my pussy moisten and twitch. I was struggling to maintain my composure as I admired Pippa's smooth lean thighs and her trim little butt as Karen put her through her paces.

"Well, she's perfect," Karen told me when she was done and I watched Pippa getting dressed again, "and I want to offer her a contract on the spot!" she had uploaded the photos and she showed me how my daughter looked as a model.

"Could I have a copy of these?" I asked her, my voice breaking a little as I looked at a picture of Pippa sitting on the couch with her legs spread, showing the hint of her mound in those beautiful panties.

"Of course you can Mary," Karen said with a glint in her eye and a smile on her face, "I can see why you wanted her to audition - she's so beautiful."

"Yes, she is," I said absently as I watched Pippa bent over to put her shoes on, my eyes following up the back of her thighs to the hem of her skirt, "she really is..."

"I expect you'll be her chaperone for shoots?" Karen inquired as she produced a contract for me to sign, which I did without really reading it.

"Oh, of course," I replied, "I couldn't have it any other way."

"Good, good," Karen said, smiling warmly at me and putting her hand on my hand, "I find it's always best to have mum present when I've got their little angels in states of undress."

We both laughed but I'm sure Karen's comment had many levels to it - how did she know? Don't be daft, I told myself, she can't possibly know - can she?

"Actually, I have a shoot coming up that Pippa would be perfect for," Karen told me, "are you free this Friday evening for a few hours...?"

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I made sure that Pippa had a bath and washed her hair when she got home from school, and once I had spent a pleasurable 10 minutes drying and brushing it out for her I left her to get dressed in the clothes I'd left out for her, a t-shirt and skirt over plain white panties and cami top. I had, of course, spent the afternoon masturbating furiously over the photos from the other day, giving in to my twisted desires completely and imagining Pippa was naked and begging for my touch.

I was more nervous than Pippa when we got to the studio, but I kept my composure and Karen told me what she had lined up - some tops and skirts, a few dresses and then a run of underwear.

"Some of them might be a bit racy so I want you to check and see if you're OK with them," Karen told me.

"I'm sure they'll be fine, but I'll check them anyway," I assured her as my pussy grew a little wetter.

The next hour or so was sweet agony for me as I helped Pippa change into all those different outfits, seeing her in her panties and watching her pose for Karen and her camera. Pippa looked beautiful and she was clearly enjoying herself posing as Karen directed her and playing dress-up in all those lovely clothes.

Karen called a short break and as she swapped memory cards over she asked me if I was OK.

"Oh yes, I'm fine," I replied, feeling the need to shove my hand down inside my jeans and rub myself hard, "it's just a little warm with all these lights and all."

"I know what you mean," Karen confided, "on long shoots I sometimes strip down to my undies because it's so hot."

"Oh, wow, I mean, um," I spluttered, "I guess, if it's just you and the girls, and, um, their mums..."

"Well, I do it if there are men present!" she chuckled, "but there never is when it's an undies shoot. So did you check the underwear out, are you happy for Pippa to model it?"

"Oh yes, more than happy!" I blurted out, "I mean...um..."

"I know exactly what you mean Mary," Karen said softly as she leaned forward and put her hand on my knee, "I've seen the way you look at your daughter and I don't blame you - she is exceptional!" I looked down at her hand on my knee and I didn't know what to say - all I knew was that I wasn't going to deny it.

"Don't worry," she told me, "you're not the first mother I've had in here that feels that way about their princess - it's entirely natural and is a wonderful thing to see, as will Pippa be in a minute - let me just go and check on her," and I was left sitting there not sure what to think as Karen went to check on Pippa in the little side room. She had obviously noticed the way I looked at my daughter and I suspect that she looked at her in the same way, which made her as twisted as I was; was that a good thing?

"Well, what do you think mummy?" asked Pippa a she bounded out of the room in front of Karen. My daughter was wearing a white lacy training bra and some high cut white panties that were verging on being adult lingerie, with lace panels, frilly edging on the waistband and the thinnest of gussets that failed to hide Pippa's mound.

"I think you look wonderful honey," I replied huskily as I felt my knickers starting to soak up my leaking juices, "very pretty and sexy."

"I feel sexy too!" she beamed at us as Karen looked at my daughter in much the same way I did - we were both lusting after her!

Karen started the shoot and that just made it worse for me, as she directed Pippa into all sorts of poses and positions, some of them really quite sexual. Not that I was complaining as I got to see those sexy little panties getting stretched tight across her mound, the outline of her slit quite visible.

"Go and try the next set on, "Karen told Pippa and as she scampered happily into the changing room she turned to me with a big smile on her face.

"Do you think it's hot enough for us to strip off too?" she asked me as she walked over to me, "I know you're getting hot...and wet too I'll bet."

"You know I am," I moaned, wriggling with the discomfort of my wet knickers, "just promise that what happens in here..."

"Stays in here - don't worry, I know how to be discreet!" she reassured me, her hand going to my neck and gently stroking it, "I also know what mothers desire from their daughters."

I shivered with nerves and excitement as Karen leaned down and planted a quick but intense kiss on my lips, straightening up with a look of desire on her face. Just then Pippa came out with another set on - knee length black socks, a black camisole and some skimpy black panties.

"Pippa, your mum and I were just saying how it was getting in here," Karen told her, "you wouldn't mind if we stripped down to our undies too would you?"

"No, of course I wouldn't!" Pippa replied, looking at Karen and me with a smile, "sounds like fun!"

Karen was quick to remove her top and trousers after kicking her shoes off, revealing a shapely, slightly cubby figure, large breasts in a black bra and a small black thong. Pippa was staring at her but then looked at me, frowning at my lack of progress.

"Come on mum, you too!" she scolded me playfully.

I slipped off my top and eased my jeans down to reveal my favourite navy pleat and lace bra and thong, trying to keep my legs together so as not to reveal the dampness.

"I can see where Pippa gets her looks from," Karen told me as she looked me up and down, "you look amazing!"

"Thank you," I replied, blushing as I sat back down demurely, feeling rather self-conscious as both Karen and Pippa stared at me.

"You look very sexy mummy," Pippa said softly, that look in her eyes that I kept seeing in Karen.

"Thank you sweetie, so do you," I told her, keeping my legs firmly together; I was getting so wet!

The atmosphere in the studio changed over the next few minutes as Karen directed my daughter into increasingly naughty poses, Pippa clearly enjoying showing off her body to Karen, and I knew that my little girl would do anything Karen asked her to do - question was -how far would Karen go? Would she stop or go as far as I secretly wanted her to? I soon got my answer...

"Pippa, I want to do some special shots now, some exciting ones that I think you will enjoy," she told my daughter, "does that sound OK to you?"

"It does Karen," my little girl told her, "whatever you want me to do!"

Karen went over to Pippa and got her kneeling on the sofa, legs wide apart, and got her to lift her camisole up just shy of her barely-budding breasts before returning to the camera and snapping away. Then she asked Pippa to remove the camisole completely and once Pippa had complied she told her to put her hands on her slim hips.

I was wriggling and fidgeting like crazy now as my darling daughter proudly displayed her naked chest, the slight bumps of her young breasts topped with small but incredibly pink little nipples. The smile Pippa flashed me made my heart melt and I knew that in a moment I was going to have to take matters in hand.

I noticed that Karen kept sneaking her hand down to her groin, and as I watched she rubbed herself through her thong. I realised that Pippa must be able to see this and that's when I knew that she was performing for her, not the camera, not me. I watched what was going on between them, the looks that they gave each other as Karen arranged and posed my little girl into the sort of poses you'd see in a girlie mag. Her panties were pulled up very tightly and showed very clearly the outline of her little pussy.

At one point Pippa was knelt on the sofa with her back to us, little legs spread wide and the panties just covering her little bumhole. She looked back at me and mouthed 'I love you' and as I mouthed it back I realised that my hand was inside my thong and I was rubbing my wet lips. I looked down at my hand and back up at Pippa and she gave me a lustful look that no 10 year old girl should be capable of giving.

"Can you touch yourself there Pippa?" Karen told my daughter as she sat there with her bum in the air, "rub yourself through your panties for me sweetheart."

She didn't hesitate, reaching under herself and running her hand across those pretty panties, pressing the material into her slit and moaning contentedly. My hand was soaking wet by now and I was unashamedly masturbating as I watched my daughter rubbing herself for Karen, making a damp patch in her panties.

Karen moved back to Pippa and got her turned around, sitting back on the sofa and pulling her legs up and wide apart. The way my daughter looked at Karen with such adoration was heart melting, and I just stared at the two of them as Karen ran her hand over the wet material covering Pippa's pussy before he guided the girls hand into them, returning the camera and removing it from the tripod.

Karen snapped away as she squatted in front of Pippa, directing my horny daughter to finger herself inside her panties, and she was evidently enjoying herself a lot. Then Karen got Pippa to raise her legs into the air and she pulled the black undies halfway up her slim thighs, revealing my daughters finger inside her pussy. I watched Karen play with herself for a few seconds before she took more shots of Pippa fingering herself.

My thong was now a damp little bundle on the floor as I spread my legs wide and shoved two fingers inside myself as Karen made my little princess perform for her, fingering and rubbing her gorgeous little slit and pulling it open for the horny photographer. There was a constant mumbled dialogue between the two, and although I couldn't hear all of it, it was clear that they were both getting very horny and that something was going to happen.

Then Karen looked back at me and gave me such an imploring look that I couldn't deny her; anyway, I knew what she wanted and I wanted it to happen, to watch it happen. I smiled and nodded at her, giving her my permission to do what she wanted to do with my 10 year old daughter.

Karen put her camera down and as I got up to move closer she moved in and her hands took hold of Pippa's ankles, pushing her legs right back as her head went down. I stood over them rubbing my dribbling slit as Pippa cried out in pleasure, Karen licking her little pink slit lovingly. Oh god, how beautiful was that? My legs were quite wobbly so I dropped to my knees, swapping hands so that I could tug Karen's thong down and rub her wet cunt.

It was so wonderfully horny to watch this groan woman eating my daughters hot little snatch right there in front of me, and I knew that at some point I would get to experience that joy; but not yet, not now. Now I was quite happy to watch my Pippa surrender her cherry to this horny and sexy woman who was wriggling on the fingers I now had buried in her drooling cunt. The air in the studio was redolent of excited pussy and above the whirr of the lights were the moans and groans of released lust and passion.

Pippa was the first to cum and that was a joy to behold; her little body trembling and shaking as she cried and gasped loudly her head tipped back and her eyes closed as she came in Karen's mouth, still holding her little legs firmly in the air. It was all too much for me and I had to pull my fingers from Karen as I came all over my rapidly moving hand, bending forward over myself as I came loudly and wetly, dripping cum onto the floor. Karen released her hold on Pippa's legs and rolled onto her back beside me and frantically ribbed herself to a noisy and messy climax.

All three of us remained motionless for a little while as we all enjoyed that post-orgasm glow. Pippa was the first to stir, getting up and throwing herself into Karen's arms to kiss her with girlish enthusiasm, thanking her profusely.

"I think you should thank your mum too!" Karen chuckled as she managed to untangle herself from Pippa and sit up.

"Of course; thank you mummy!" Pippa said as she moved over and sat on my lap, wrapping her legs around me and kissing me hotly, "thank you so much!" She was pressed tight against my breasts and I could feel her wet slit against the bottom of my tummy as she hugged me. "I like modelling!" she said happily.

"Yes, I like it too baby," I chuckled, wondering what the next shoot would be like...