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Chapter 1: Sweet Sleepy Sex
The house was quiet and dark, only the faint blue glow of the nightlight in the hallway. Grace
stood outside Emily’s bedroom door for a long time, heart hammering in her chest. She
hadn’t touched anyone in years, actually she never did due her past and her lonely
personality. The mission, the rescue, raising this fragile little girl she had saved… it had all
left her touch-starved and burning with a need she couldn’t admit out loud. Especially not
to Emily.
Tonight the ache was too strong.
She had slipped a mild sedative into Emily’s bedtime milk — just enough to make her sleep
deeply, she told herself. Nothing harmful. Just… enough so the girl wouldn’t wake up while
Grace finally let herself have what she craved.
Grace quietly opened the door and stepped inside.
Emily lay on her back in the middle of the bed, wearing only a loose white tank top and soft
pink panties. Her short white-silver hair was fanned across the pillow, eyes closed,
breathing slow and even. She looked so small, so innocent, so perfectly untouched.
Grace’s hands trembled as she sat on the edge of the bed. She gently pulled the blanket
down, then carefully slid Emily’s panties down her smooth pale legs and off completely,
leaving the girl bare from the waist down.
Emily didn’t stir.
Grace swallowed hard, then leaned down and pressed her face between the girl’s slightly
parted thighs. The first inhale of that soft, clean, warm little-girl scent made her dizzy with
lust. She dragged her tongue slowly up Emily’s puffy slit, tasting the delicate, faintly sweet
skin. When she reached the tiny clit she circled it gently with the tip of her tongue, then
licked deeper, pushing inside the tight, velvety entrance.
Emily stayed perfectly still, breathing steady… but inside, her heart was racing. She had
seen Grace pour something into her milk earlier and had quietly dumped it down the sink
when Grace wasn’t looking. She had pretended to drink the rest, pretended to get sleepy,
and now she was pretending to be deeply asleep while Mommy’s warm, wet tongue
explored her most private place.
It felt… really good.
Grace grew bolder. She slid two fingers inside Emily’s tight little pussy, slowly pumping
them while she sucked gently on the clit. The wet, soft sounds of fingering filled the quiet
room. Emily’s insides were scorching hot and silky, clenching instinctively around the
invading fingers even though the girl kept her body limp.
Grace was breathing hard now, one of her own hands slipping into her shorts to rub her
neglected pussy furiously while she ate Emily out. She curled her fingers, stroking that
sensitive spot inside, making more slick leak out around her digits.
Emily had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning out loud. The pleasure was
building fast — warm, tingling waves that made her toes curl. She stayed perfectly still,
pretending to sleep, but her breathing had grown just a tiny bit quicker.
Grace pulled her fingers out, glistening with Emily’s juices, and brought them to her own
mouth to suck them clean with a quiet moan. Then she climbed fully onto the bed, gently
spread Emily’s legs wider, and lowered her own dripping pussy directly onto the girl’s small,
smooth slit.
She started grinding slowly — hot, wet tribbing — sliding her slick folds against Emily’s puffy
little cunt. The friction made Grace whimper softly. She rocked her hips faster, clit rubbing
directly against Emily’s clit with every movement.
Emily’s hands fisted the sheets under the pillow where Grace couldn’t see. The feeling of
Mommy’s warm, wet pussy grinding against hers was driving her crazy. She could feel
Grace’s juices mixing with her own, making everything slippery and hot. Her own little clit
was throbbing, another orgasm building fast.
Grace was getting lost in it now. She leaned down, pressing their bodies together, and
started kissing and licking Emily’s neck while she humped harder, the wet sounds growing
louder and more obscene. One hand reached down to rub Emily’s clit in tight circles while
she kept grinding.
That was too much.
Emily couldn’t hold back the tiny, breathy whimper that escaped her lips.
Grace froze for half a second… but she was too far gone to stop or question it. She assumed
it was just an unconscious sound from the sleeping girl and kept going, fucking Emily’s little
pussy with her own in desperate, needy thrusts.
Emily’s orgasm hit her first. Her small body tensed, thighs trembling, as powerful waves of
pleasure rolled through her. She stayed perfectly quiet except for the softest little gasps,
pretending to stay asleep even as her pussy fluttered and leaked fresh wetness against
Grace’s grinding cunt.
The feeling of Emily’s orgasm triggered Grace’s own. She buried her face in the girl’s neck,
moaning low and shaky as she came hard, grinding down through the spasms, coating
Emily’s puffy slit and inner thighs with her juices.
For a long minute Grace just lay there on top of the smaller girl, panting, basking in the
afterglow and the forbidden warmth of Emily’s body.
Finally she kissed Emily’s forehead tenderly, whispered “I’m sorry, baby… Mommy needed
you so much,” and carefully pulled the blanket back over her. She slipped Emily’s panties
back on (now soaked) and quietly left the room, closing the door behind her.
The second the door clicked shut, Emily’s eyes opened in the dark.
Her cheeks were flushed, her little pussy still tingling and messy with both their juices. A
small, shy, secretly thrilled smile spread across her face.
She hugged her pillow tight and whispered to herself in the darkness:
“…Mommy… that felt really nice… I really hope you to do it again tomorrow night.”