The Perfect Mommy

My standard disclaimer, all stories take place on a different earth, where the orbit is 3 times ours, making ages 1/3 what they are on earth. And where the age of consent is thus 6.

I was a beautiful spring day to walk home from school. WWII ended a few years ago, and there was a sense of hope and promise everywhere. That was also the war that took my daddy away from mommy and me. We lived in a nice neighborhood, where we had the nicest house, mommy always made sure everything was perfect. I skipped that last block, my light dress flowing high around me, anxious to get home, it had been a long afternoon in the second grade.

“Mommy, I’m home,” I shouted.

“No need to shout, I’m right here.” She scolded me, she didn’t like yelling in the house. She looked her perfect self, knee length dress, back seems straight, heels polished. She was a stickler for that sort of thing.

I approached arms wide, lips puckered. She bent down and pecked me on the cheek. I gave her my most disappointed look with a pouty grin.

“Not what you wanted?” Mommy asked.

I shook my head. She walked me down the hall, away from all the windows of the living room. She bent down again, and her lips touched mine, parted, and our tongues danced on each other. She reached down under my dress, ran her hands up my legs to my butt, and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around her waist as she continued to kiss me and rub my bare bottom. She broke our kiss briefly,

“Where are your panties? ” she asked, before quickly returning to our kiss.

“In my lunch box. ” I told her without ever totally breaking contact with her lips. They were soft and tasted of her ruby red lipstick.

She ran her fingers up and down my crack, feeling my butt hole and parts of my puss. I undid three buttons on the front of her dress, and my right hand found her right breast, it was warm and soft, until I found the hard and sensitive part, mommy moaned slightly in my mouth, her breath was like mint gum.

“Well you are sure the randy little minx today.” Mommy said.

“Have been all afternoon.” Came my quick reply between kisses.

“Do you want a quick one now, or a better time later?” She asked.

I hesitated to think, “Both.” I managed.

Next thing she increased her kissing efforts, I continued to rub her nipple, and a finger found its way up my cunny. Slowly it ran all the way up inside me, then a different finger poked half way in my butt.

“Oh fuck.” I blurted out in excitement.

“Watch your language Mary Beth.” Came the stern and serious reply. Mommy was serious about manors, grammar and keeping appearances.

“Sorry mommy.” Was followed by a loud gasp and groan, as she started going in and out of me. I could tell it was the middle finger on her right hand up in my cunny, she wears a large ring on that one, and I could feel it hit me. She held me, fingering me faster, and faster. She leaned me back against the wall, pinning me between it and her, pressing her breasts in to my chest.

“Here it comes mommy.” I said in a breathless voice. My hips started to shake. “Here it comes mommy, here it com…” was all I got out when my orgasm hit. Mommy held me tight and soon I was relaxed and slipping down from her arms. Mommy says I am easy to make cum, I don’t know about that, but it feels very good when I do.

“Ok sweetie, dinner is at 6:00, so get some homework done, and then change for dinner.” And with that my perfect mom went back to the kitchen.

She always insisted on ‘dressing’ for dinner. And being 8 was no excuse not to. Girls had to wear dresses, always. Dinner was no exception. Bare legs after 5:00pm was forbidden, and frowned upon always. Everything had to be proper. I hated wearing stockings, they felt nice, but the garter belts were uncomfortable when I sat. And the shoes… I could never run in them, all tall and pointy. I did my homework, waiting till the last minute to change.

I was allowed white or tan stockings, I picked a red dress so wore tan with the red garter. Red shoes, the heels were not as tall as what mommy wears, but 3 inches seemed too tall for me. 5 minutes later, the seems were straight and I went to dinner.