The drive back home was filled with animated talk about her schoolwork, the athletic day, her friends and their boyfriend problems, a couple of boys interested in her, and then her asking me for a new set of mask/fins/snorkel for tomorrow's beach picnic to replace her 'kiddie' set as she coined her old set. I wondered if her request was a conscious ploy hinting on blackmail; blackmail for what she and I did with each other up at our picnic beach. Or maybe it was unconscious and completely innocent?

I looked at her and saw only a vibrant, happy little 8 year daughter; a pretty cute kid of mine at that. And to think that we, mother and daughter, just had sex together. With momentary feelings of guilt, I asked myself 'What was I thinking or what kind of a daughter am I nurturing.' Then I looked back at Lori Anne and saw her in a much different light or different kind of love for her. But then, by our society and the church or religious standards, I would be but a molesting, incestuous mother taking advantage of her age; overpowering and controlling her to do what I said, or even force her to do things sexually or be punished. This wasn't the case in the least, tiniest manner. Lori Anne loved it all. When she brought me to my orgasm while fingering and rubbing my clitoris, she grabbed my neck and gave me a hard kiss on my lips and then looked at me with a satisfied grin of her achievement.

"I love you so much mommy!" Her words were golden to me as I grabbed and hugged her back.

There indeed is more to pedophilia, or child love, here and I am seeing a new window of sexuality opening before me that includes my own daughter in a way that doesn't seem to be wrong or socially unacceptable because, in my opinion, love and respect can be for all ages. My friend Casey mentioned something about her relationship with her two sons that didn't click with me. Now it does or maybe not. I'll have to feel her out better. Assumptions can be dangerous especially with how our society seems to be evermore intolerant of pedophilia.

"Mommy? So can I have a new snorkel set for tomorrow? Please. The old set is too..well..too kiddies' like." Lori Anne broke my thoughts and brought me back to reality.

"Well ok. We can go to the base sports shop to check out what they have that'll fit you. Ok?"

"Great mommy! I want a pink set to match my new bikini that Uncle Jason bought me. He says it's a 'g-string. I looked at it. Looks kinda weird. Not much to the bottom or the top. Kinda sexy too." She giggled.

I looked over at her. "New bikini eh and G string too?"

I thought again about Jason and how he is actually getting away with 'doing' both mother and daughter; thinking he has kept it secret. Well it's not a secret with him and me but we shall see on the other side of the coin; that of doing my little daughter without me or David knowing about it.

We finally arrived home and we piled into the house together hand in hand.

"Babe. You go up and take a shower and get dressed and we can head to the base sport shop before it closes at 5pm."

She ran upstairs. I, again, admired her cute little ass; an ass that I had just savored and sexually enjoyed to kiss, tongue lick, and explore with my fingers. My my Joan, you're hot for your own daughter! Well my daughter seems to enjoy having sex with me and we both love each other in a better and different way now for sure!

Lori Anne hasn't been socialized with some church family upbringing as David and I don't believe in half of what we are told and ingrained mentally to us in school or church; that shared sexuality is a sin, that having sex in any other position other than me being on my back and spreading my legs is a sin, that having sex with someone of the same gender is definitely a sin, and on and on the list goes on 'do's and don'ts for this and that when it comes to sexuality. I think it all boils down to mutually agreed to shared, physical, and sexual interaction based on honor, respect, and love; love for our fellow men, women, and children. Whoa Joan! Time to do my research on this child love.

Before I could finish my shower upstairs, Lori Anne came into the bathroom dressed and ready to go to the store. She sat on the closed toilet seat with a towel ready for me. I rinsed my hair a final time, turned off the water and stepped out of the shower stall.

She stood and gave me the towel. "Here mommy. Let's go." She stepped out of the bathroom and sat on the bed. She watched me get dressed for the first time I think.

"Mommy why are your nipples hard?" Lori Anne was looking at me differently now. Was this good or bad I wondered? Will she carry this onto her classmates in some similar manner with such questions? Ah. Just an innocent question Joan!

"It's the shower water that falls on me and my nipples. It's only that and the warm water too."

I finished dressing as the last was my t-shirt. No bra this time.

Lori Anne ran downstairs and opened the front door. I was half way down the stairway when I noticed a man and woman at the doorway looking at my daughter and then to me.

"Ah. Hello? Can I help you?"

The man spoke first. "Yes Mrs Joan McDonald is it? We are here from the base social welfare department. May we come in as we would like to ask some questions to both you and your daughter? Her name is..ah ...Lori McDonald?"

"Lori Anne. Lori Anne McDonald. May I ask what all this about?" I still hadn't invited them in.

The lady spoke this time. "Seems there is a complaint from a base mother about her daughter and her discussions with your daughter about ..well..certain matters of our concern. May we come in please?"

"Sure. Come in." They walked past me and entered the kitchen and sat down at the kitchen dining table. Lori Anne seemed nervous but I patted her shoulder and whispered the reminder about some people not understanding on how we love each other.

"May I first ask your daughter some questions please?" The lady grimaced at us with her disgust from somewhere as if she had just smelled a rotten fish.

"Lori Anne. Please don't be afraid to speak what you wish and want. Tell us everything and we will protect you always from any further harm." The lady jumped right into it! My gawd! How bloody fuck did this happen!

I stood up and started to become enraged by the nature, tone, and perhaps subject of the questioning. "I am not going to tolerate you people treating my little 8 year old daughter like this. What are you saying here anyways?"

The man looked at Lori Anne and then to me.

"You, Mrs McDonald have been accused of allowing your daughter to have, well, intimate relations with a man. We came to know about this through your daughter basically admitting this to her friend in school."

I looked at my daughter that started to appear frightened.

"OK then. Let's ask Lori Anne then."

I knelt down to her and put my hands around her small waist.

"Lori Anne, honey, you doing things with a man that you haven't told mommy about?"

Knowing that my daughter certainly wasn't dumb, she figured it out instantly. She looked at the two people and then to me.

"No Mommy! I am not doing anything that I haven't told you about."

"So see!? She's telling me the truth and also to you." I kept my contempt in check and wanted this all to finish and end.

The two people, who didn't even introduce their names to me but only who they represented, looked at one another and shook their heads in some silent agreement.

"I think we've heard enough. We'll get back to you and your husband later with a letter. Please don't leave the island."

"By the way. Can I see some ID please?" I asked them as they walked out the front door. They both turned around and took out their IDs and showed them to me. Sure enough, they were attached to the base social welfare department. They entered the Van and drove away.

"Mommy? What was that about?" Lori Anne gave me a look of both confusion and fear.

I shut the door and knelt down and put my hands onto her small shoulders.

"Honey, they just wanted to make sure you were ok and all. But remember what I asked you about speaking or telling others how we sex play and the like?"

"Yeah I know now. I chat to my girlfriend Micky about how Uncle Jason likes me and what we do sometimes. But I know now not to say anything. Sorry Mommy." She looked at me with a tear in her eyes.

I hugged her. "Ok girl. It's ok. Just be careful next time and always remembering there are a lot of people that just don't understand or accept how we love each other."

She hugged me back before she looked into my eyes. "Yes mommy. I love you. I love Uncle Jason too. Can we go to the store now? Please?"

As we drove to the base sports store I pondered about my amazing little girl and how she just accepted and gladly embraced the ways and actions of Jason's and my own sexuality we both shared with her. But, then, she hasn't been told or guided by the typical household and family socialization of how sex is dirty, that masturbation is sick or evil, that it's a sin for a man and woman to share and enjoy sex with others, or even with same genders or that incest is wrong or even that love and sex between adult and child is a sin. It's all about love right? And we all treat each other no matter our ages. And then I thought about the two visitors. They will be watching us for sure now!

"Mommy. Is it ok to ask a boy to play sex with me?" Lori Anne again caught me off guard.

"Girl, as I said, it's not bad, sex isn't bad. But the boy you ask may not think like you do about sex and he may use you, tell on you to other boys and even tell his parents. So let's keep it with us for now. Ok?" I gave her a quick glance and saw her fingers on her chin; her cute thinking pose.

"Ok mommy. I understand I think. But there is one boy that I like and he likes me I think." She left it open for my further answer.

"Well maybe we can invite him on the picnic tomorrow then so we can meet your new boyfriend. What's his name?" I grinned ahead as I started into the parking lot.

"His name is Gerry. Gerry Sears. He's maybe a year older than me but we are in the same class. He's really cute too!" She was excited with my offer.

"Ok then you can give him and his parents a call when we get back home." I parked the SUV and got out. Lori Anne jumped out of the SUV and ran around to take my hand as we walked to the store entrance.

One of the store clerks there I knew. Maggie, a black girl who's husband was on tour with my David. She was stocking the ball sports section as she was too easy to not to notice.

"Hey Maggi Mei!" I nickname her after the Chinese noodle soup.

"Damn if it ain't the bitch herself Joan of fucking ...ah ..Arc? Opps." Maggie saw Lori Anne with me and came over gave me a bear hug first and then picked my little girl up in her big rotund black arms and kissed her small lips with her big ones. She was a big woman or what some would call a BBW. She was a good friend too.

"Damn...oh..darn if your little lady ain't getting prettier by the week! So what's the store occasion here little princess babe?" Maggie still had Lori Anne in her arms.

"Mommy calls me babe now too. I need a new snorkel set. Not the kiddie ones either." Lori Anne gave Maggie a big smile and looked back at me and then downward to Maggie's big breasts. Maggie let her down and took her hand as they walked together to another section.

It took all of 5 minutes for Lori Anne to find the right set; a pinkish blue color that matched the fins even. Maggie test adjusted her mask to fit right. Though a bit big, it fit ok.

"Looks like you got what ya need princess. Anything else on your list?" Maggie had her big hands now planted firmly on her hips while she looked down at Lori Anne.

"You got an underwater camera? Cheap one but ok?" She looked over at me a 'brightened eye and asking smile.' I nodded ok. We could use a waterproof camera anyways.

"Sure little lady follow big mama." Maggie walked her big frame towards the glass shelving near the checkout register.

From the camera counter shelving, Maggie selected a red underwater housing with a Sony camera already inside.

"How's this one?" She looked at me for my assessment and not so much my daughter's.

All in all, after 30 minutes, I managed to nail my credit card with two sets of mask, fins, and snorkel, an underwater camera outfit, and a couple of inflatable rafts; the longer lasting ones with canvas on one side.

Lori Anne was elated and wanted to learn how to use the camera even while in the SUV on the way home.

"It can take digital video too it says! Wow!" She was carefully reading the camera specs while looking at the camera every few seconds.

We piled back into the house with our new 'toys' and both of us made it to the bathroom together. I watched Lori Anne pull her shorts and panties down and pee first. Without pulling her clothing back on, she stood up and let me go at it. It felt strange but almost refreshing not to be hiding from my daughter such bodily ways. She watched and only pulled her panties and shorts back up after I did.

"Uncle Jason will be here soon. Maybe we order pizza again?" I sat down at the kitchen table while Lori Anne was still studying the new camera while sitting down at the table.

"Ok mommy. Can we get pepperoni this time? The pineapple on the last pizzas was smelly and I had to pick them off."

I laughed. "Sure ok sweetie." I made the order over the phone for delivery.

She looked up at me. "So it's 'Sweetie' now? Any other names you want to call me? How about 'slut' or 'whore?'

I was shocked at her reply. "Sorry Lori Anne. Maybe no more 'names' ok?" I had to defuse the moment as innocently as I could with her angry reaction and words.

"Ok. Good." She returned her focus on the camera and manual smiling.

Was this a beginning of the end or something? Was my little daughter changing into my adult ways and whims over this sexual stuff; an 8 year old nailing me this way and manner? Was I making a little psychotic nymphomaniac? We'll see about tonight with Jason and how he sees about fucking me and my daughter! I watched Lori Anne take some test pictures of her foot and then her leg. I frowned on her choice of pictures.

Part 6 Soon!