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WARNING:  The following fictional tale deals with the subject of incest
within a family unit.  This will include a father, mother and a daughter
who is 18 months old.  Please do not read if that combination of topics
is not amenable to your way of thinking.  If you feel that it may be
something you might enjoy then by all means, please, proceed.  The
contents of this story are probably illegal in certain parts of the
world so be careful.  The author of this story neither condones nor
promotes the activities described herein but wishes it to be known that
neither does the author understand just what that means.  Enjoy or not.  

DISCLAIMER:  Any resemblance to either real persons, places, things or
positions is purely a coincidence and solely the figment of the author's
imagination, whichever is greater.  The actors involved in the story are
fictional which means that the events never happened in reality but
rather in the twisted mind of the author.  Please be advised that it's
just a story.
Period.  Deal with it.  I have.

DEDICATION:  For Sticky Fingers, who anxiously awaits this one.


"Kool Pop - Ménage-å-Trois"

a story by          kids_at_play

(Fg, MFg, inc cons, ped, very young)


Part 1


My daughter and I settled on the sofa together after having just had a
very satisfying bathtime, both of us having been satisfied sexually. Now
that may seem strange to you at first, probably because of the incest
implications that very statement elicits. Once you get over the stigma
of incest, then when I tell you that my daughter is a mere 18-months-old
and I am a 30+ adult male then your senses tell you to act shocked and
horrified. And you always listen to your senses, don't you? Of course
you do. 

And that's exactly what I had done. Listened to my senses. 

It all started with me shaving peacefully in the bathroom. Then, my
moral world as I knew it 
exploded and everything immoral took hold of me, leading me to molest my
baby daughter. 

Yes, that is what I did. Plain and simple. But the strange part about
that is the fact that my daughter, Jess, my little elf, went along with
whatever I did to her completely. In fact, I'm even sure that she
enjoyed it. 

Now I know what you are all thinking. How can an 18-month-old baby girl
go along with sexual contact by her father? You don't know. You weren't
there. I was. I saw. I know. 

Jess and I enjoyed each other's bodies in a father/daughter bonding
experience that will forever after be unique. I won't go into the
details here of what transpired between us but if you wish to know you
can read the account of our explorations in my other missives.  For now,
the story continues. 

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I had dressed Jess in a pretty little dress made for toddlers and had
brushed her dark blonde hair out so that the curled ringlets around her
neck floated lazily against her soft skin. We sat on the sofa, my little
elf by my side. We snuggled together while watching an episode of Sesame
Street. Jess seems to be mesmerized by Elmo. I had my arm cradling her
around her tiny body and in a matter of minutes she fell asleep. Worn
out, I supposed, from all the excitement. Ah, the joys of youth. I,
myself, was beginning to feel the effects of having not only come once
but twice. Alas, the woes of getting older. 

My daughter slept peacefully, making not a sound as her blonde-haired
head rested against my side, buried underneath my arm. I softly patted
her shoulder, then stroked the soft supple skin below the dress sleeve.
I glanced down at her little legs sticking out from the hem of her dress
and saw her white cotton tights shimmering in the television's light.
Her Mary Janes were black, and shone brightly, reflecting up to me the
image on the television screen. 

So small. So frail. So sweet. So sexy. 

I lowered my arm from around Jess' shoulder and dropped it to her lap. I
softly caressed her thigh through her pretty dress, and then reached for
the hem and drew it back. I uncovered my little elf's tights-covered
thighs. 
I could see her diaper underneath the cotton crotch of her tights and it
bulged there ominously. My hand petted Jess' soft thigh, and moved to
cover her diapered crotch. I cupped my daughter's toddler mound and
pressed in on it, but all I could feel was the wadded diaper. 

Jess was sound asleep. 

I bent my head and kissed the top of her golden head. I removed my hand
from in between her legs and settled her dress back over her thighs. I
lay my head back, closed my eyes, and fell asleep alongside my
beautiful, loving daughter. 

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I don't know how long she had been standing there watching the two of us
asleep together on the sofa, but I awoke suddenly to find my wife just
looking at Jess and I, father and daughter, side by side, bonded. My
wife was standing by the television with a huge smile on her face. 

"Hon, when -- when did you get back? I never heard you," I said,
sleepily. 

"A few minutes ago," she replied. "I just wanted to look at you two
before I woke you. You look so sweet together, darling." 

I smiled. Wondered if she'd say the same thing if she'd seen us the way
we were earlier. Shook the thought from my mind. 

My wife came over to the sofa and sat down on the other side of Jess.
She ran the fingers of one hand through Jess' hair, stroking her. 

"Was she a handful?" my wife asked me. 

"Not at all," I said, truthfully. "We had a bath and I dressed her and
she fell right to sleep." 

I winced at using the collective pronoun 'we'. Not that I was worried
that my wife would think that Jess and I had taken a bath 'together' but
that my wife knew that I had already taken a shower before I started
shaving this morning. Why take a bath, as well? 

But she didn't pick up on the slip of my tongue. Or if she had, she
didn't pursue it. 

"Mark, listen, I'm sorry about this morning.
Sometimes Jess just gets too much for me, you know? I -- I don't want
you to think that --" 

"It's all right, honey. We were fine alone. You needed some time and
space. Really, I know how it can get to you. In fact, I'm glad you left.
Jess and I did some daddy/daughter bonding while you were out." 

"You did, huh? Closer than ever now?" 

I was tempted to say 'more than you'll ever know' but instead said, 

"She loves me lots. I'm her 'kool pop'." 

The hidden meaning of that connotation was known only to me. I smiled
lewdly at the thought. 

"Jess looks very pretty, Mark. You brushed her hair and everything." 

"I wanted her to look pretty for her mommy," I said, meaning it. 

"Thank you, Mark. Thank you for letting me blow off some steam." 

My wife leaned over still-sleeping Jess and kissed me. I felt her tongue
press against my lips and I opened my mouth and our tongues caressed one
another's. Her kiss was urgent, insistent, and she pressed into my mouth
hard. 

"Remember what I said on the phone, Mark?" she breathed heavily into my
ear. "I'd make it up to you tonight? Well, how about I make it up to you
right now? Jess is asleep and I'm feeling very loose and easy." 

I froze. Although my wife's kiss was passionate, it did nothing for my
lower extremities. My cock was not responding to the stimulus. I had
already come twice, two powerful orgasms, and old Faithful wasn't
scheduled for another eruption for a few hours. Much less becoming tall
and proud for the occasion. What do do? 

My wife's kisses became more ardent and she began moaning into my mouth.
It was all well and good that she was worked up but right now that
didn't do me a lick of good. Normally my eager-beaver member would be
assuming the position, upright and at attention, but woefully my little
marine was AWOL. My wife is an incredibly sexy woman but at the moment
nothing was stirring in nether nether land. 

"Mark?" my wife stopped kissing me and asked. "Mark, what's wrong,
honey?" 

I didn't answer her straight away and tried to think of a plausible
explanation for rebuffing her advances. 

"Mark, are you sure you're not mad at me for taking off this morning and
leaving you with Jess?" 

"Um, no, it's not that, dear, um --" 

"Well, then, what is it? Is it because Jess is right here with us? Does
that bother you, you know, becoming intimate with me with our daughter
present?" 

Oh, if you only knew, I thought to myself. But instead I said, 

"No, it's not that, honey. It's just -- I'm kind of worn out, you know,
from everything this morning. I don't know, I'm -- I'm getting old, I
guess." 

"You're not old, Mark. A little toddler can wear anyone down. Now you
know what I go through every day," my wife said with just a small smirk
of satisfaction and quite possibly revenge. 

Well, if that's what she wanted to think, then let her think that. I
couldn't have thought of a better alibi than that. 

"Yes, dear, now I know," I said, resignedly. "I don't know how you do
it," I added for emphasis. 

She kissed me on my cheek and whispered in my ear, 

"But you're not getting off that easy, mister. Tonight is still on for
us." 

Her tongue flicked out and licked the inside of my ear. Again, normally
that subtle-yet-sexy 
action would have caused my dangling jockey to spring up like a
jack-in-the-box but now all it did was groan and shudder and retreat
further back into its shell. 

"You're on, hot stuff," I said huskily to her. 

"Why don't you go take a nap and I'll spend some mommy time with Jess?"
my wife told me. 

"Sounds good," I said, "and you might want to check Jess' diaper. She
hasn't gone potty since after she woke up this morning." 

"Okay. Now you go rest up and get your energy back. You're gonna need it
tonight!" 

My wife winked at me and I got up off of the sofa and looked down at my
wife and my daughter. Both were gorgeous and both were blondes. I was
indeed a lucky man. But, could I have the best of both worlds? That
would have to wait and see. 

I headed upstairs to our bedroom. I passed the bathroom where my
daughter and I had shared a unique bonding experience. In the bedroom, I
stripped off my shirt and pants and lie down on top of the bed in just
my underwear. I was trying to conceive a way in which to have my wife
join in with Jess and I in a little family bonding. A little three-way
experience. A ménage-å-trois. I smiled wickedly and then fell fast
asleep. 

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Melissa closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down. Or more
correctly, tried to calm her body down. She was extremely horny. She
didn't know why she was that way, though. It could have been that she
had been alone, apart from her husband, for those four hours. 
Or it could have been her emotional response to seeing her husband and
her beautiful daughter asleep together on the sofa that had instilled
her with the sudden sexual hunger. You know, the bliss and tranqulity of
a happy marriage, home and family. 

No, simply put, Melissa was horny. 

Well, she'd just have to wait until tonight. She sighed and looked down
at Jess, still sleeping in her pretty dress and her tights and shiny
shoes. Just so adorable, Melissa thought. 

She stood up and gently picked Jess up and cradled her in her arm,
letting her head rest on her shoulder. She carried Jess upstairs and
went down the hall away from the bedroom where her husband lie sleeping
and into Jessica's bedroom. There was a changing table there and Melissa
lay the sleeping toddler on it gently. 

Jess stirred a bit, and Melissa whispered, 

"Jess? It's mommy, sweetie. I'm just going to change your diaper." 

Melissa gazed upon her daughter's beautiful face as she lay there on the
changing table. So calm, so serene. So innocent. So much a part of her,
Melissa. 

Melissa pulled up the pretty dress that Mark had put on their daughter
and bunched it around Jess' waist. Jess' white cotton tights covered the
toddler's waist, thighs and legs and her white diaper could be seen
through the tights. Melissa grasped her daughter's tights on either side
of her hips and slipped her fingers inside the elastic waistband of them
and tugged them down. She drew the tights down to Jess' mid-thighs,
leaving them there. 

Then she reached for the velcro tabs on either side of Jess' diaper and
opened them, loosening her daughter's diaper and then pulling the front
down, exposing the 18-month-old's vagina. Melissa saw that Jess' vaginal
lips were slightly red, and then saw that Jess had peed and associated
the redness with having been in contact with a wet diaper for a few
hours. She thought nothing more of it. 

She pulled the wet diaper out from underneath Jess' butt cheeks and
tossed it into the Diaper Genie next to the changing table. Jess was
just starting to wake up more fully now and Melissa saw her eyes open
and look at her. She immediately smiled at seeing her mommy and Melissa
said, 

"Well hello, sleepyhead. Did my sweetie have a nice nap?" 

Jess nodded her head yes and began reaching her arms upwards and out
towards her mommy. 

"No, no, sweetie, not yet.   Mommy's changing your diaper. You want a
clean diaper on, don't you?" 

Jess nodded yes again and Melissa turned to get a fresh diaper from the
dispenser, also next to the changing table. She turned back and saw that
Jess' right hand was in between her legs and her little fingers were
probing the folds of her baby vagina. 

Now Melissa wasn't like Mark, who didn't fly off the handle when
confronted with something new or something that shocked a person. No,
Melissa was just as Mark had described. She immediately brushed Jess'
hand away from her 
vagina and went about slipping the fresh diaper underneath her
daughter's butt cheeks. But when she had accomplished that, Jess' right
hand went immediately back to her little baby vagina, chubby fingers
playing along the outer lips in a childlike fascination. 

Melissa went to move Jess' hand out of the way again but Jess insisted
on exploring her baby vagina. Melissa wasn't ignorant. She knew that
babies and toddlers at one time or another were curious about what was
between their legs. But she wasn't prepared for it to happen now, here,
not when she wasn't ready. But, then again, when would she ever be
ready? 

Overcoming her initial shock, Melissa decided to be more like Mark and
let her daughter explore her body. What harm could come from it? Mark
was always telling her how children, especially young ones, should be
allowed to explore, allowed to investigate, so long as what they were
doing was not harmful to them or others. 

So, Melissa watched as her daughter's right hand again descended in
between her legs and her fingers scrabbled in between her baby vaginal
lips. Melissa looked at her daughter's face and saw what looked to be a
look of contentment. But was that possible? Could her 18-month-old
toddler daughter know and feel something by touching her vagina? Her
sexual 
organ? Did it feel good to her? Could babies feel pleasure in their
undeveloped vaginas? 

All these questions swarmed through Melissa's mind as she watched her
daughter play with her baby vagina. Jess seemed happy while she idly
fondled herself. And, oddly enough, Melissa started feeling warm and a
certain flush came over her as she stood there observing her little Jess
touching herself. Melissa's horniness was back! But how? She wasn't with
Mark. She wasn't thinking of Mark. She wasn't thinking of making love to
her husband. 

No, she was standing here watching her 18-month-old daughter play with
her tiny baby vagina. With her baby pussy. 

Melissa gasped when she suddenly thought of Jess' vagina like that. A
pussy? Her own pussy was suddenly becoming wet, aroused. Horny. 

This could not be. This should not be. 

This was wrong. My own daughter making me aroused. No, no, no. 

But the more Melissa fought it, the more aroused she became. 

She stared with excited eyes as Jess' fingers stroked up and down her
baby pussy. Trying to go in between the fleshy lips, trying to get
inside, in the midldle, as if she were trying to touch her -- 

Melissa's own clit began throbbing inside her jeans and panties. She
could feel moisture running down one thigh. She was incredibly horny.
She moved closer to the changing table. 
Jess looked at her and just smiled as her little hand continued to
fondle her baby pussy while mommy watched. 

"Jess, honey, sweetie," Melissa suddenly whispered to her beautiful,
half-naked daughter lying there on the changing table, white tights
pulled down to mid-thigh, diaper underneath her bare ass cheeks. 

"Jess, do you want mommy to help you with that?" 

And little Jess just nodded yes. 

Melissa couldn't believe that she just said that to her daughter. She
quickly looked towards the doorway of Jess' bedroom in case Mark was
standing there and had heard what she had said. But there was no one
there. She looked back down at Jess, who seemed to be waiting patiently.
Jess' legs were held somewhat together by her tights and as such her
thighs were separated only a few inches. Melissa reached out and pulled
down her daughter's white cotton tights some more, pulling them down to
her ankles. Jess' legs immediately fell to the sides, as toddlers' legs
do in that position, and now Melissa could see her 18-month-old
daughter's baby pussy in all its splendor. 

"Mommy?" Jess seemed to say it questioningly to Melissa. As if her
daughter were waiting for her to do something. 

Melissa snaked her hand out slowly towards her daughter's exposed
vagina. She passed over top of it and instead placed her hand on Jess'
belly. 

This was insane! she thought to herself. What am I about to do? I can't.
And yet the more she looked at Jess' parted legs and plump little pussy
the more her own pussy throbbed and became increasingly wetter. Jess for
her part was smiling at Melissa and Melissa swore that her daughter knew
what was about to happen and in fact wanted it to happen. But was that
possible? 

Melissa's hand patted and then rubbed Jess' chubby belly, lightly
tickling her there, making Jess giggle delightedly. Melissa's hand moved
downwards, over her daughter's rounded lower belly and slipping
underneath the precipice there which began the toddler's pubic pad, or
pudenda. 

Again, Jess said one word, quite plainly. 

"Mommy?" 

Almost like a question again. 

Melissa's hand moved lower to finally cover Jess' little chubby baby
pussy. She felt her daughter's genitals for the first time in a way
other than strictly utilitarian due to a necessary diaper change. This
was a sexual contact. No doubt about it. 

Jess lay there quiet as her mommy began touching her in between her
legs. Melissa started to trace her fingers lightly over the fleshy folds
of Jess' pudgy labia. Her lips there were incredibly soft. Melissa
stroked them tenderly, noting that as she did, they began to grow a
darker red. Was it possible that her daughter, all of 18 months old, was
becoming sexually aroused from manual stimulation of her genitals? It
sure seemed to be. 

"Is that what you wanted to do, Jess?" Melissa asked her daughter almost
sensually. 

Jess didn't answer but instead she lay still on the changing table,
pretty dress around her waist, white tights around her ankles, and a
fresh diaper lying underneath her butt cheeks. 

Melissa began to slide one of her fingers, the forefinger, in between
the pudgy halves of Jess' labia. Scarlet-colored bulging pussylips gaped
around Melissa's insistent-yet-gentle finger. 

"Want mommy to play with your clit? Your happy button, sweetie?" Melissa
asked her daughter rhetorically. 

Melissa's finger gently separated Jess' pussylips and she used the very
tip of her forefinger to rub and probe the delicate folds of her
daughter's immature pussy. She passed over a small tiny pinhead-sized
protrusion and knew that she had found Jess' clitoris. Once she found
it, she started to draw circles around it to gauge her daughter's
reaction. She didn't want to go straight for clitoral stimulation too
fast. 

At that thought, Melissa pressed her other hand against the crotch of
her jeans. Her own throbbing clit could use some stimulation. 

Maybe if I... 

Melissa opened her jeans with one hand, drawing the zipper down, and
exposing her white panties in the opening. Her other hand kept on
circling Jess' baby clit. Melissa stuck her other hand down inside her
panties and gave her pussy a few much-needed rubs. She was now hornier
than ever. 

Melissa removed her hand from her panties and concentrated on her
daughter's pussy. 

She passed hesitantly over Jess' tiny hardened clit and when she did she
heard Jess audibly sigh. Melissa fondled the tiny organ and was rewarded
by her daughter letting out another sigh. Almost like one of pleasure.
This was incredible! Melissa thought to herself. She never knew that
baby girls could feel pleasure from having their sexual organs played
with. 

Melissa felt a new sensation now as she continued fondling her
18-month-old daughter's pussy. Melissa's nipples were quite stiff and
poking out through her bra and sweater. This was the hottest she'd ever
been. Not really thinking about what would happen if Mark woke up and
came into Jess' bedroom and found her like this Melissa removed her hand
from in between Jess' legs and quickly stripped off her sweater. 

Jess looked up at her mommy as if to say, 

"Hey, that was feeling good, why'd ya stop?" 

Melissa pushed down her jeans and pulled them off, now standing next to
her nearly-bottomless daughter in just her white bra and panties. She
figured that Mark would be asleep for quite awhile and so the risk of
him waking up so soon was minimal. She had plenty of time. But time for
what? she asked herself. Time for her to get herself off? Get her
daughter off? Could 18-month-old baby girls climax? Could they come?
Melissa sure knew that she herself could definitely come. She'd have to
see about her baby daughter, though. 
Melissa was certainly going to find out. 

Jess was starting to make fussing noises and Melissa whispered softly, 

"Shh! Mommy's gonna take care of you, sweetie. Don't worry. Mommy's
gonna make you feel soooo good, Jess!" 

And with that Melissa went back to rubbing Jess' pussy and clit. While
she was masturbating her daughter, Melissa used her other hand to cup
and squeeze one of her breasts. She pulled at the nipple that poked out
of the white bra cup. It felt so damn good! Her breasts weren't very
large, but they were quite sensitive. As she was pulling at her stiff
nipple, Melissa got an idea. An absolutely wicked idea. 
She moved around the changing table so that she was positioned at Jess'
head. Her left arm was extended out over Jess' chest and her left hand
was busy in between Jess' legs. Melissa's bra was a front-closing one
and now she used her right hand to open the clasp and her bra fell
apart, exposing both of her stiff-nippled breasts. 
Melissa had not breast-fed her daughter but she still thought that Jess
might naturally want to suckle at a nipple. And that's just what Melissa
needed right now. 

Melissa bent over and positioned her breasts over top of Jess' face. The
white bra cups hung down on either side of her chest and Melissa
maneuvered her right breast close to her daughter's mouth. 

"Jess, sweetie, be a good mommy's girl and suck on my tit," Melissa
urged her daughter. 

True to nature, Jess opened her mouth and latched onto the protruding
nub that poked out and down from Melissa's hanging tit. Jess closed her
lips over top of the rubbery cap and began sucking at her mommy's teat.
Melissa moaned aloud as her daughter's mouth pulled and sucked on the
distended nipple. 

"Mmmm, that's so nice, Jess. Oh, sweetie, yeah, suck me. Suck mommy's
tit. Like that. 
Ooh." 

While Jess was sucking away contentedly on Melissa's tit, Melissa
continued masturbating Jess' pussy. She rubbed and petted her baby
clitty and then she got another idea. Another wicked idea. 

Melissa's head was hovering almost directly above Jess' crotch as she
was bent over allowing Jess to suck on her tit. Not believing that she
was actually going to do it, Melissa 
lowered her head in between Jess' legs and planted a kiss right on her
pussy. Melissa stuck out her tongue and swiped it up and down the length
of Jess' baby vagina. She was actually licking her little girl. On her
pussy. And it was wonderful. 

Upon feeling her mommy's tongue licking her pussy, Jess increased her
sucking of her mommy's tit. Little did Melissa know that her little Jess
was already accustomed to having her baby pussy licked. But that will
come later on in this story. 

Melissa tongued and licked her daughter's pussy while Jess continued
sucking on her tit and nipple. Melissa's pussy was dripping wet and she
was sure that her white panties were soaked. She needed to touch herself
but right now she wanted to make her daughter come! 

As Melissa's tongue swirled around and around Jess' baby clitty Melissa
noticed that Jess' hips began thrusting up and down in time with
Melissa's licking. Her daughter was knowingly trying to keep direct
contact with Melissa's tongue on her pussy and clit. She was sure of it. 

Melissa could feel Jess' little body begin to tremble and Jess suddenly
stopped sucking on Melissa's tit and as Melissa increased her licking of
Jess' clit her daughter's body went rigid and then suddenly relaxed.
Jess had climaxed! Melissa was sure of it! 

Melissa stood up then and looked down at her daughter. She lay there on
the changing table, her legs spread apart, her baby pussy red and wet,
and she was smiling contentedly. 

"Jess is such a good girl, yes she is," Melissa said softly, running her
fingers through her daughter's blonde hair. 

But Melissa herself was still hurting. She needed a come and she needed
one bad. 

"Jess, sweetie, you wanna watch mommy now? You wanna see mommy's pussy?
You wanna see mommy play with her pussy?" 

Jess seemed to be watching Melissa as Melissa stood next to Jess's head
and slid down her panties. Melissa's furry patch was revealed and Jess
seemed to be fascinated with it. 

"That's mommy's pussy, baby," Melissa said, running her fingers through
her pubic hair. 

"One day when you get older you're gonna have hair down there, too,
Jess. Now, sweetie, watch mommy. Watch mommy come!" 

Melissa slid her fingers down her pussy and began fingering her clit.
Her bra still hung open and her tits still hung out. One nipple was red
and wet from Jess' sucking. Jess watched in fascination while Melissa
played with her pussy in front of her daughter. 

Melissa's fingers began thrusting in and out of her hot, wet pussyhole.
Jess watched every stroke, every thrust, every wet slippery insertion.
Melissa looked at her daughter's mouth and saw that Jess had her tiny
pink tongue hanging out while she watched. Melissa imagined what it
would feel like to have Jess' tongue lick her pussy. To have her
18-month-old daughter use her tongue on her clit. Oh, it was too much to
think about. 

"Oh, Oh, Jess, sweetie, mommy's gonna come! Mommy's gonna come, baby!
Ahhhh! Ahhhh! 
Oh, Jess, baby, my baby girl, oh your tongue, oh god, your tongue, I can
feel your tongue licking me. Ohhhh!" Melissa groaned as she imagined
Jess licking her pussy. 

And just then, Melissa's body quivered and her pussy spasmed and she
came! 

She never came so hard! It was out of this world! Melissa shivered and
experienced orgasm after orgasm shuddering through her body. This was a
new height. A new horizon. 

This was incest. 

That thought sobered her up. She stood there on trembling legs looking
down at her daughter. 
She had just masturbated and then performed oral sex on her daughter.
That was incest, wasn't it? Oh god. What if Mark found out? What would
he do? What am I going to do? 

Melissa composed herself and pulled up her panties and then re-closed
her bra. She pulled on her jeans and slipped on her sweater. She pulled
out a baby wipe and cleaned off Jess' pussy. Melissa saw that Jess'
pussylips were the same slightly-red color that they were when Melissa
had first removed Jess' diaper. Briefly Melissa associated the
slight-redness with the oral sex and wondered if that was why Jess'
vagina was red before, which would mean that Jess had experienced some
form of sexual contact on her vagina which would mean that Mark would
have had something to do with it which would further mean that he would
have done something with Jess in the time that he had been alone with
her this morning. 

Nah, Melissa thought. Not possible. Mark wasn't a pedophile. Well,
neither was she, for that fact. And yet here she had just molested her
baby daughter. Now she wanted to ask Mark about earlier today but she
was afraid to because what if he hadn't done anything to Jess and it
came out that she had then Mark would probably hate her. Oh what was she
to do? 

Deciding to cross that bridge when she came to it, Melissa closed the
fresh diaper over top of Jess' vagina, safely tucking it away. She
pulled her white cotton tights back up and fit them into place around
her belly. She pulled Jess' pretty little dress back down and picked her
up in her arms, kissing her on the cheek. 

"Mommy loves you, Jess," Melissa said, and hugged Jess tightly. 

"'ool Mom," Jess said, and Melissa remembered Mark saying something
about Jess calling him "Kool Pop". 

She wondered if there was a connection. She was sure going to find out. 


End of Part One

To be continued in Part Two


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"We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the
heart too big for the body."   (Ralph Waldo Emerson) 

"He who cannot see the beauty of a child hath no beauty in him."    
(Anon) 

"A thing of beauty is a joy forever."
John Keats,   "Endymion"     1818 

Kids are our future. Kids are our hope. Please respect them. Don't
exploit them. 

kids_at_play 

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