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New Dawn

Chapter One - Getting to know Her

As volunteer at the local food Kitchen I had become accustom to seeing many women popping in for a hot meal. One regular in particular I especially had a soft spot for; youngish always dressed in the same tank-top and jeans. She rarely had much to say, a faint Thank-you after being served were the only words I actually heard from her. Her lithe stature was just as unassuming as her demeanor; even I who barely broke 5 ft had at least an inch or 2 on her. She would sit alone quietly eat her meal then make it a point to thank me again as she left. I often wondered what caused her to find the world she was returning to.

One particular evening she arrived near the end of dinner service as we were just clearing up, unfortunately we had nothing left to offer her;

"Sorry Lass, we are just shutting down for the evening."

"That's OK." she whispered, making her way to the door.

I couldn't help but feel bad for this young lady and quickly removed my apron and grabbed my purse.

"Hey, if you're not too busy, I was just about to knock of and grab a bite to eat, you're welcome to join me, my treat."

"Thank you, but I'm not comfortable with that, not exactly dressed for the occasion." She looked up at me her brown eyes bereft of expectation;New Dawn фото

"This is embarrassing but you wouldn't happen to have a spare tampon would you?"

"Sorry, not with me but I have some back at my place, it's only three blocks from here why don't we take a walk over there and we can get you fixed up, would you like that?"

"Are you sure?" She responded meekly; looking over her shoulder as if she couldn't believe I was speaking to her.

"What's your name Lassie?" I responded.

"Dawn."

"Pretty name for a pretty girl. Yes, I am definitely sure. My friends call me Liz... so you can call me Liz." I smiled taking her hand. She quickly pulled away;

"I'm sorry Liz but I don't like that."

"I understand. Look if you rather I can just grab what you need and you can wait outside."

"Thank you Liz, that's probably for the best."

Without any further conversation we walked to my flat, she shuffled nervously as I put my key into the door;

"Are you sure you don't want to come in, I sure could use some company."

"I... well, I she stammered."If you think it'll be OK."

"Sure it will be." I answered with a smile. "C'mon in."

I opened the door and motioned her in, taking off her shoes before entering, she tentatively made her way in;

"It's rather stark but cozy enough so, let's get you fixed up shall we? The loo is to the right, feel free to wash up. Fresh towels are in the cupboard, anything else you may need is under the sink."

"Really?" She looked up at me in disbelief.

"Just throw your things into the hamper if you want your clothes laundered. You're definitely not my size but, I may have a T-shirt that can work as a nightshirt for you to put mean if your not in any hurry."

"I have no plans... go figure."

"Lovely, I'll fix us a drink, then."

Dawn looked down at the floor, then blurted;

"Why are you being so nice to me?" "You feel sorry for me or something? Sorry, but I can't take anyone feeling sorry for me."

"I just thought you could use a friend, everyone deserves a bit of kindness in their lives, wouldn't you agree?"

"Some do but, I don't trust unsolicited kindness; there's always something attached to it. Why don't you just come clean and tell me what you really want from me."

I looked up at her wistfully;

"You're a person that has run into a rough patch perhaps a bit kindness and understanding can help improve matters."

"Not that I'm ungrateful but, a nice bath and a plug is not going to improve the mess I am in."

"Well we all have our challenges Dawn; I have many of my own."

Dawn scanned my flat then responded somewhat sarcastically;

"Really, well that's quite interesting; I'd love to hear what those challenges are."

"No, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't, not yet anyway."

Dawn laughed;

"Well we can take Food and shelter off the list, leaves family friends or health

Issues..."

"Well I suppose it would fall into the Friends or Lack there of category, I volunteer at the kitchen because I'm a bit of a shut-in so it gives me the opportunity me to positively interact with the human world."

"Oh and how's that working out for you."

"Not so well, up until today perhaps. I've had my eye on you for quite sometime."

"Ahhh, so that's why you're being nice to me... well let me just say your taste in woman needs work, a lot of work. Seriously why me?

"You're quiet and well mannered, and you seem a care-free spirit, my mother would have called you a "Hippy."

"Ya I know, my Mom was one - peace, love and all that jazz. I guess back then I definitely would have been one of those flower-child types too, but the world is a much different place now. Hard to find peace sucking back exhaust fumes under the motorway hoping your house won't blow away while you sleep. Harder to find Love when 95% of people ignore the fact that I even exist."

"Indeed, but given the right circumstances that can change, and take it from a gal who knows; Love cannot be found if you are not open to it."

"Ya well I have a laundry list of other priorities, Love is not one of them."

"I understand Dawn; I can help you with those priorities if you're open to it."

"You can, can you? What's the catch?"

"Come into to the parlor, have a seat I'll fix us a drink. What's your pleasure?"

"Scotch if you have any."

"Just so happens, I do. Please sit."

I went to the kitchen cupboard and grabbed the bottle and glasses; I filled both to the brim gulping down half a glass in an effort to find the courage to relieve the burden of my hidden feelings for her. I nervously walked into the parlor, I handed her the glass shaking enough to spill a little into her lap then placed my glass along with the remainder of the bottle on the end table. Dawn must have also been nervous too as, after an initial sip she knocked the rest of it down in one go.

"Would you like another?" I asked with a chuckle.

Silently she held out the glass. I began shaking profusely to pour her another; steadying my hand. Dawns dark eyes looked up at me and smirked.

"You seem nervous Liz, everything OK?"

"In truth I'm a feeling a little anxious, it's not everyday I find a beautiful young woman sitting in my parlor."

"Surely you mean smelly young woman, Sorry - you may want to open a window."

"On the contrary, I love the natural smell of a woman, surely I am contributing to it, personally haven't washed up in 5 days."

"Ya I kinda noticed, you smell pretty ripe for someone who has access to her own personal loo. Hostel communal showers are pretty scary, what's your excuse?"

I poured myself another drink;

"Being alone I have developed some pretty unconventional habits to relieve myself of the stresses in life. Strong feminine scents provide me peace and comfort."

I looked up at to her with a sublime smile;

"Tell me Dawn, how long has it been since you've had a proper wash-up?"

"I dunno, last week sometime, not exactly on a regular schedule."

"What if I were to tell you that I find that very erotic."

"I'm not bothered." Dawn shrugged, then added provocatively;

"How sad for you being alone and not having anyone to play with."

"Yes, I was hoping you could help me with that, I lifted her feet onto my lap and began untying the laces;

"May I have a sniff?"

"Oh my God!" Dawn laughed, placing her feet back onto the floor.

"I'm sorry for being so forward Dawn; I don't blame you for being put off."

Dawn took another drink, and then put her feet back onto my lap.

"It's not that Liz..."

"What is it then?"

"It was my 18th birthday, just before Mom died; we were watching TV and my feet were on her lap, just like now but bare. She started massaging them, and then asked me if she could have a sniff too. Geesh, what is it with you old ladies and smelly feet!"

"I suppose it's an acquired taste.

"I guess."

"So your Mother had sexual feelings towards you?"

"It was me mostly; Dad left us when I was born, so we were always very close. Mom knew I wanted her since I was 16. She would come down and make tea in the morning; her flannel pajamas always seemed to climb into her wobbly arse, usually bra-less and wore the same shirt... this one to be exact. I loved the way her breasts hung low onto her belly, especially on the colder mornings. One time she was making tea and I couldn't help myself; I gave her a hug and told her how much I loved her. Of course she told me she loved me too, so I pressed into her bum and ran my hands over her breasts to making obvious to what degree.

"You had sexual feeling towards her?"

"Oh yes, strong sexual feelings. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't help it. She didn't exactly say no, just basically gave me the 'talk' then told it would probably be best to explore someone closer to my own age.

"Well I do know how strong wrong feelings can be." I drawled giving Dawn a knowing glance; "In the end you can't choose who you are attracted to, after all."

Catching my drift Dawn shot me a kittenish smirk;

"She was attractive alright, chubby and curvy... in all the right places. You remind me of her... actually."

"Your Mother sounds Lovely Please, carry on."

"Oh she was for sure!" Her hair was jet back like mine, kinda long and messy; she was super pale, kinda like a witch... a kind one though."

"Dawn coyly looked me up and down;

"In truth if Mom was a ginger, you may have passed as sisters. She was covered with freckles and pretty green eyes like you as well."

"Thank you Las, I love that witchy gothic look! Works for pasty white Gingers as well, I have a few goth outfits left over from my rebellious teen days."

"Guess I got my dark eyes from my Dah."

"Well they suit you, very mysterious." I flirted back.

"Anyway, two years later a week before my birthday, Mom asked if I would like to have a party and if I had any special friend I would like to invite over. Basically I told her the truth; I wasn't generally popular and that I never really tried to find any special friends and that..." I cut her off;

"I find that hard to believe, I think you are a lovely girl."

"Awww Thank you! The thing was I wasn't into boys, I wasn't exactly the girly-girl type. Needless to say I didn't really fit in, you know what I mean?"

"I know exactly what you mean, never tried very hard to fit in myself we may very well be 'birds of a feather' in that regard... But there was more to it than that wasn't there?"

Dawn hesitated for a moment;

"There was this one girl in school I liked, she was a tomboy type but had a boyfriend. As it turned out she was a real nasty character. I told her she could do much better, and kinda made a pass at her. All I got for my trouble was a wallop to the gut and spending the rest of my school years being far less popular than I already was."

Giving her thigh a sympathetic squeeze; I knowingly nodded;

"Young people can be terrible creatures. I was often teased because of my weight in school; I guess being somewhat of a butch, it didn't take too much imagination of what my sexual preference was, which didn't help either. "

"A lot of people are terrible Liz. I was teased too 'cause I was kinda plain and small. Never fussed with make-up and all that jazz."

"Agreed, kind people seem to be the minority now-a-days."

"I told Mom that I still wanted her more than ever and that I really didn't try finding a friend because in my heart trying would've been like cheating on her."

"Quite the leap of faith Dear."

Dawn rolled her eyes with a giggle;

"Not much of a leap; after my first pass I caught her sniffing my panties doing the laundry, more than once. One time I left them especially dirty and she wore them as a gas mask and played with herself to completion. God that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

"Your Mother seemed to be quite wise, and extremely disciplined to directly resist your advances. Real daughter or no; I would've been hard pressed not to give in to that prospect."

"I guess. I'll give her credit for trying though."

"Oh she did try then?"

Dawn again rolled you here eyes;

"The feet sniffing thing, on the couch... on my birthday?"

"Oh yes forgive me, this is a lot to take in. I trust your Birthday was pleasant then?"

"Maybe at first, but she chickened out before it went very far. I pleaded with her not too stop, then in desperation I mentioned how tingly it made me watching her getting off my panties in the laundry, so kissing my feet was OK. She turned beet red took off and locked herself in her bedroom. I tried to calm her down but she wouldn't come out. The next morning she didn't come down for morning tea, so I went to check on her and after bashing the door in I found her still in bed, she paler normal. I tried to rouse her but... she was already cold. Ended up being the worst birthday of my life!"

"How terrible for you, I am truly sorry."

Dawn teared up;

"Thank you, they said it was an aneurism but still I can't help to think in some way it was... "

"Oh you mustn't Dawn, I am sure it was just an unfortunate coincidence."

"Yes unfortunate for sure, I spent years fantasising about playing with her, then when my dream almost came true... Well, that was over 5 years ago and I'm still under the motor-way. God I miss her."

Poor thing, I took her into my arms and laid her head onto my breasts. She innocently adjusted her cheek and nuzzled it into my cleavage. I pressed her into me and stroked her hair. Her breath warmed my nipple causing it to pronounce itself through my t-shirt. Dawn noticed immediately, touching it lightly with her fingertips. No longer the quiet sweet-wise woman - Dawn was just a little girl that missed her Mother and needed to let it all out.

Her eyes looked up into mine;

"I wasn't kidding when I told you that you reminded me of her; truth be told I've been coming to the kitchen pretty regular 'cause of you."

"Really... only because of me?"

"Maybe that and the food is pretty good. You're not one to wear a bra are you? I have a thing for freckles and hard nipples."

Unexpectedly Dawn lifted my shirt up; tweaking on them a few times till they grew thick and hard before latching her mouth to my areola. She suckled on my nipple for a few minutes then knelt up and removed her tank top; a thick patch of long fur spilled out from underneath her arms and continued to run thick half way down the side of her torso, until finally thinning out only a few inches above her hips. Her chest had a faint line of hair between the wide gap separating one hapless breast from the other. Scant but long hairs surrounded dark and inverted nipples, she was a naturalists dream.

I ran my finger between her breasts then through the thick line trailing below her navel into her underwear.

"Absolutely lovely; Darling girl!"

Dawn barely managed a humble smile.

"Well you seem pretty cool; I wouldn't show - off this mess to just anybody."

"I have noticed that shirt has always been part of your ensemble through the years."

Dawn blew out a hearty laugh;

"Ensemble?! Ya OK, guess that's one way of putting it. But ya, you're right... I always wear it. It's what Mom wore this the night of my birthday. Guess in a way she knew how much her nips turned me on. Like I said she did try."

Dawn's demeanor darkened;

"Took me over a year to decide whether to launder them, and in the end I only could do it after the streets took over what little reminder I had left of her."

"Such devotion, I find it special that you would allow me to wear it; Thank you."

"Never thought I'd hear that from a woman with a nice flat full of fresh clothes."

"I can see you took great care with it, nothing in my dresser could compare with the meaning this simple garment has attached to it."

I brought her shirt to my cheek;

"I can sense the years of compassion in it,"

"Ahh go over, that's laying it on pretty thick!" Dawn chuckled.

Again I squeezed her thigh, looking straight through her dark eyes.

"I couldn't be more serious, I have sensitivity to this kind of thing. Oh yes, there is definitely a positive energy surrounding this shirt! Yes, this is definitely a manifestation of your love of one another."

"Again I brought the shirt to my face;

"It's clear you definitely had long-term similar feelings toward each other."

"You're having me on! Seriously!?"

"Love Energy does not lie; I certainly wouldn't lie of such a powerful thing. Clearly your Mother wanted you desperately, perhaps before you realised you wanted her. Her reluctance was merely due to the negative implications incestual love social conditioning has placed on such a bond. Simply put for the most part your Mother put her own feelings aside because she felt that would be best for you. I can feel why you're so attached to it."

I handed the shirt back to her;

"Apologies Dawn, but I shouldn't wear this, perhaps later. You do understand why, don't you?"

"I think so; three's a crowd type of thing."

"Couldn't have said it better myself, I was right about you all along; I knew you were an old soul. Perhaps we can create our own energy shirt someday."

"Something tells me that if you were in Mom's position, things may have turned out different for me."

"Perceptive girl as well." I again flirted; "Desire is desire Lassie, no one has the right to judge who you love or how you love. Tell you what, I have a similar shirt to this in the dresser, almost the same colour too, will that do?"

Dawn brought her shirt to cheek, and then nodded.

"Do you have any flannel pajamas Liz?"

"I do. Would you like me to put them on? I'll change into them if you like."

"Yes please Mommy... grey if you have them."

I walked to the bed chamber and began to tremble; I couldn't believe this was happening. Was she just was manipulating me? Was Dawn actually clever enough to feign a 'Mommy Complex', or was her suffering truly a reality? The energy emanating from her shirt told was the only feeling I could trust so went with the latter.

I rummaged through my pyjama drawer; all I had was a light grey pair, surely if I continued to leak she would easily notice how wet she was capable of making me. But what harm could it possibly that do? I decided to go with it and keep my already dampened knickers on as a bit of 'flood' insurance. I found the perfect tank top also grey... and only a shade or two darker than her Mothers. I removed my jean shorts and began to dress for her.

Although manipulation was not my strong suit I figured maybe a little would do no harm; I turned into the mirror and adjusted my knickers wedging them into my ass. I followed that procedure with the flannel fabric ensuring it climbed deep into the cleft of my cheeks. Satisfied I pulled my nipples getting them nice and hard, and then let my breasts rest naturally over my belly before throwing the tank top on. I teased up my hair to make it appear I had just woken up before starting the day... one last glance suggested me take it one step further, I pushed the loose fabric into my pubic area to show off the generosity of my protrubria. So what if she saw I was wet for her! I walked into the parlor, and presented myself to her.

"Better?"

The look on her face was all the assurance to confirm in fact Dawn needed her Mommy back. Her eyes initially fixed on my breasts then moved down to my puffy slot: Mission accomplished I thought as she quietly nodded her head. Dawn stood up and wrapped her arms around me then copped a squeeze on my bum cheeks;

"Your bum so very soft Mommy, it's making me tingle all over."

 

 

"So much for insurance; hearing her referring to me Mommy yet again shivered the first rill of excitement into my fresh pajamas; Dawn sat back in the sofa, placing both her feet up on the seat, took off her socks and placed them neatly on the floor.

"My feet are very dirty Mommy, Look."

Dawn spread her toes inviting me to get at the keek at the grime knelt in front of her taking both her feet into my hands. I hovered my lips over the delicate hairs planted in her knuckles and breathed in their erotic scent; her toenails darkened with earth were at a length which clearly explained the holes in her hosiery.

"Are they nice and smelly Mommy?" Dawn teased.

Again I nosed into her sweaty soles to my face, sniffing in their aroma front to back;

"Mmmm.. Oh my! They most certainly are." I whispered; Eying the grime embedded deeply into the skin. I rand my hand lovingly over her heel were hard and rough;

"It's important to take good care of your feet little one." Mommy will take care of them. Dawn shyly nodded biting her lower lip;

I took her into my mouth, and slowly lapped the filth out of her delicate toe pads. I moaned as days of briny neglect greeted my wanting mouth;

"That tickles Mommy, do my toes taste yummy?"

"Oh yes Baby, very."

"Feels yummy too Mommy."

I took her big toe fully into my mouth to make sure all its filth made it's down my throat, then tongued between her remaining digits. Dawn moaned and unclasped the button of her jeans, to rub herself;

"Good girl Sweetie, just relax and play with your sweet clitty." I hissed, spitting on her sole and working my saliva into her heel and instep. I massaged her foot, coaxing the grime onto the surface; I broad tongued away at her sole and heel until I could no longer taste the saltiness of her sweat on my tongue. Again I massaged away adding just enough spit to coax more grime to the surface, then moaned lapping away the crud until I was satisfied that her pretty foot was now reasonably clean;

"Mmmm, there you go Sweetie!" I lifted her foot up with pride to show her my work. My saliva glistened on her toes as I gently kissed them goodbye. I looked up at her and she shyly took her hand out of her jeans;

"Feels good doesn't it Love? Why don't you take of those tight jeans so Mommy can watch you play as she cleans the other?"

Dawn stood silently pulling down her pants; Thick pubic hair climbed out of her panties and into her groin, only slightly thinning over her thighs, then reappearing in splendid abundance over her shins and calves until finally disappearing completely above her the paleness of her ankles. My satisfied facial expression making no secret of how was perfect she was in my eyes." She teased.

"Sorry I haven't shaved for quite awhile, she whispered facetiously;

"You are truly beautiful Sweetheart, feeling it necessary to shave is a cultural practice through societal conditioning. I never bought into it. You're naturally beautiful Honey, please don't feel like you ever need to change a thing."

I sat down on the sofa lifted up my pant-leg, making sure she could get a glimpse of my furry legs:

"My legs are just like yours... see?"

Dawn, placed her hand on my shin and caressed my woolly calf then thinly smiled

as and took my foot to her face;

"May I play with your socks while you finish?"

"You want to play with my work socks? The ones I've been wearing for 5 days?" I smiled.

"Yes please."

Dawn fingers trembling as she peeled my socks from my feet, and took a sniff of them;

"Wow they really do smell." Her dark eyes looked deeply into mine as she sat down and placed her unwashed foot into my lap;

"Is that a good thing or bad thing?" I asked.

"I kinda like it, makes, me feel naughty... very naughty."

Her little foot pressed as my lips, I opened my mouth wide and took all 5 of her rancid digits into my mouth, chewing on them like a fresh stick of gum. Dawn's left hand made its way under her panties while the right hand innocently positioned my sweaty socks to her nose;

"Mmmm, you're feet are sooo yummy Sweetie, it's been a dream of mine to clean them for you..."

Dawn's breathing began to labour her legs started to twist and tense up, her left hand now rolling with direct purpose under her panties;

"Oh God, clean them Mommy, lick my little toes nice and clean!"

Again, I tongued the mouth-watering gunk out of from between her toes, rolling the slurry of grit and saliva around my mouth until it was full. Rather than swallowing I decided her arousal warranted me to take my own 'leap of faith'. I placed my hand gently over panties on top of hers; Dawn moaned, giving me the green light to jump to the next level; I removed my socks from her and started out with a tight-lipped kiss. She clasped her hands around my neck; her little tongue probing at my lips to let it in;

"Open Sweetie." I mumbled;

Dawn's mouth opened and I drooled a bit of her foot grool into her, and then applied a little pressure over her fingering hand to show my approval;

"Good girl get a good taste of it, if you want more open for me."

Dawn quickly nodded yes them parted her lips. I took her head into my hands and slowly drooled a large string of salty saliva directly into her mouth. To my amazement she moaned as swirled it around. I took her by the cheeks leaned in and shoved my tongue into her. We kissed, swapping the swampy slurry back and forth until she gruffly pushed me away from her to focus on her fingers aggressively toying at her clit.

"That's a good girl." I whispered into her ear; Play for Mommy, show Mommy what a naughty girl you are."

I lifted her arms over her head; shamelessly nuzzling my nose into her oxter. It wasn't long before I got lost in its fetid allure; I tongued and lapped away at it. I half expected Dawn to recoil in but instead she aggressively pressed my face into it. Her faint moaning brought me into a feral state needing more. Using my teeth; I proceeded to comb out her hair, ensuring that every particle the sudor trapped within mixed into my saliva sliding into my belly. I moved to the other side watching her masturbate while I proceeded to tongue wash the other side other bringing me to the brink. Her hand now slapping away at her clit;

"Oh Sweetie, you're mingin oxters are gonna make Mommy cum!" Oh God, Fuck!" My pussy pulsated with unimaginable intensity convulsing more fluid between my legs... I straddled her thigh and pressed my hands over her hips, just as another stream shot out of me;

"Uhhhhhh!"

I slumped over her as wave after wave of orgasmic after-shocks cascaded through me. "Unnnhhh, Oh Fuck! Mmmm"

Her small hand reacting to the lament of my whining arousal worked away feverishly at her clit under the weight of my belly. I took my hand under her knickers and noticed her tampon string her I pulled it out slowly then carelessly discarded it. I palmed then massaged her labia as while encouraging her to cum;

"That's it Sweety, keep going... Mmmm cum for Mommy."

"Shit, your belly is so soft!" She screamed, her body lifted and then bucked wildly. After 3 convulsions a small squirt of her precious cum soaked through panties warming my hand; sadly, causing her to abruptly stop."

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry..."

"Sorry? Whatever for Dear?"

"Peeing on your hand, it just felt so good I couldn't help it. I think I made a mess of your sofa."

"Oh baby, don't concern yourself with that. Here you're welcome to wet yourself anyway, anytime or anywhere."

"See, no worries, Mommy squirted right onto your leg."

"You squirted? Without even touching yourself!?"

"I was long gone before jumping all over your leg! After-all, realizing a fantasy is no small matter. Your tasty feet and oxters may have had something to do with it The mind is capable of amazing things if you learn to fully use it."

I took my wetted hand, brought it to my mouth then, stuck each soiled finger into it;

"Mmmm, such a sweet girl!"

"Wow! You like the taste of my pee?"

I again put my fingers into my mouth, I could only taste of stale blood, days old piss and discharge. I decided it was too early for her to absorb that so a little white lie for encouragement wouldn't hurt;

"Something tells me its not pee I am tasting here, I think you may have just had a proper cum squirt."

"Wow, I saw a girl do it on the web once, but never could do it. I mean I used to get pretty wet but never..."

"Well I think you are well on your way now."

I climbed off, her thigh shining with my ejaculate;

"See how wet your thigh is sweetie, would have been much worse I would have messed up the couch as well had I not been wearing these jammys.

"Ya I noticed you wetted them even before we started, it set kinda set me off, and your smelly socks helped me along too."

"That's wonderful Dear."

Dawn palmed her thigh then brought it to her face then tentatively tested the waters with her tongue;

"How does it taste?" I asked;

Dawn frowned then took a more liberal taste;

"Doesn't taste much like anything, maybe a bit fishy."

"Exactly pee is slightly less viscous and has a much more definitive acidic bouquet."

"Bouquet?! That's so funny Liz."

"How did it feel, Sweetie?

"Amazing at first, then a bit scary."

"I was scared when I first did it too, regrettably enough to stop myself as well. I remember my first time way before the web was a thing! Back then you used to use your imagination to get yourself all worked up."

Dawn seemingly preoccupied; picking away at her toes, but then blurted;

"Before the web ya? That would be roughly 25 years ago Ol' Lady!"

"Yes, well... the point is squirting is a natural function so never be afraid of it. It takes took me ages to be totally comfortable doing it. It's well worth it - there's no better way of relieving stress in my book."

Dawn threw me a falsely innocent smirk;

"Well I'm feeling pretty comfortable now."

"I'm so glad, I could use another drink, you?"

I poured another drink, handed it to her took a gulp of mine and placed it on the side table.

Dawn sat back on the sofa, placing both her feet up on the seat, spreading her knees slightly just enough for to see her discharge soaking through her pale blue knickers. That along with her bringing my soiled socks back to her face was causing my flannels to wet even more."

After a minute of awkward silence I picked up my drink and ran my finger around the glasses lip;

"I found it such a privilege to have some of you inside of me. Your feet and oxters are tastier than I imagined Sweetie."

Dawn gazed shyly into her drink;

"When you were cleaning my pits, It really set me loose. I haven't had an orgasm in years, truly forgotten how good it feels, it can't believe you made me squirt like that."

"Squirting is a good sign Sweetie, means you are at ease with yourself and the one your with. You're truly the most beautiful creature I've had privilege of setting my eyes on. Not that I had much to compare you to; intimacy with another has been definitely lacking in my life."

"Hmm maybe you should get out more." Dawn chided,

Dawn looked up at me,

"I don't have much experience in that department either, Mom was as close to an intimate relationship as I got. I even stopped playing with myself after hitting the streets."

Her eyes glistened with sincerity; "Thank you Liz, it's nice feeling wanted like that."

"I've wanted you like that for quite some time Dawn."

"I think I have a thing for horny old ladies."

"Ones that remind you of your Mother? Oh and by the way, there's only 20 or so years difference between us, my first intimate encounter a few years ago was with a woman 30 years my senior. So consider myself older not old."

"So what your saying your first was basically a grandma type..."

Pretty close I suppose, I was 38 she was 68, so technically she may have been old enough to be my granny. She was my first and last till you came along."

"Sounds to me you had a bad experience, You must what, like 45? 7 years is a long time to get back into the saddle."

"Yes, a long time but not quite 7 years Dear... And it was an amazingly erotic experience actually... there's something to be said about the experience of liberated senior."

"OH, I beginning to find that out Liz." Dawn interjected playfully.

"Brat!" It was only one night, but she awakened my innermost needs; needs that were buried deep in denial in the back of my head for years. In part that one night moulded me what I am today."

"Erotic needs Huh, Hmm do tell!"

"The less secrets we have the more trust is encouraged. Fair warning it's not exactly a Love story."

"Tell me Liz, but only if you want too."

Perhaps I will. Fair play after your candid story about your desire for your Mother."

"Ya... Your turn to spill it."

"It's a long story however if you would allow me the honour of giving you a pedi, I'll tell you every last detail."

"Well, I guess I could let you, for every detail " Dawn cryptically replied."

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