Precocious

Chapter 7: Family Life

During those six months or so, as winter gave way to spring and summer and as Evie turned from five years old to six, I had only idle thoughts about finding more dick for her. Given how much she loved being plowed by Buddy and that she showed a certain amount of interest in the adult men in the porn videos we’ve watched, I knew that she would love to be fucked by a grown man. 

But I had little idea whether and how I could make that happen. Maybe this sounds awful, but up to that point, each of Evie’s sex partners had been someone I had some degree of control over: Evie’s teenage babysitter, Evie’s cousins Devon and Lizzie, Buddy, and me. Even my sister, to some degree. But with an adult man, I probably wouldn’t have that advantage.

Also, the man would have to be a stranger, because if any of the men I knew at the time had a sexual attraction to little girls, they were playing it very close to the vest—just like I was. And he couldn’t be a man who was attracted only to little girls, because I would want some cock, too.

Late that summer, as a special treat before the start of school, I decided to take Evie to a water park. It was more than an hour’s drive away, so the odds of our running into anyone we knew there would be low. That being the case, I thought Evie might like to wear something a little daring.

“How about this one?” I said, reaching into her bottom dresser drawer and pulling out a pink one-piece that she’d had for over a year. “I know it’s a little small on you, but for today, that could be a good thing. Try it on and let’s see.”

She put the suit on. It was indeed a bit small for her, because I could see her chubby little breasts and the peaks of her nipples through the fabric. A little cameltoe, too. I stood behind Evie as she looked at herself in my full-length closet mirror.

“I think it looks perfect, don’t you?” I said.

Evie looked at herself in the mirror and blushed a little. I almost giggled; by that time, there wasn’t much that could make Evie blush. I supposed that while Evie wasn’t shy about her body, she wasn’t quite an exhibitionist, either. At least, not yet.

“Okay,” she said.

***

Back in my own room, I agonized perhaps more than necessary over my own choice of swimsuit. Not to sound vain or complain about my first-world problems, but when you’re a busty blonde woman, it can be hard to strike a balance between attracting desirable male attention and fending off the undesirable kind.

But I pushed my concerns aside. We weren’t going to the park to look for a human fuckbuddy for Evie, I told myself, even though I couldn’t keep the idea out of my mind completely. And even if we were, we’d be looking for a sexual situation that would be satisfying for both of us, not just my daughter. It might be a single man, or it might be a whole family. But whoever it was, they would have to be interested in both Evie and me.

Then I reminded myself, again, that we weren’t going to be looking for any of that. That we should be happy with what we had and not put it at risk.

Looking at the three swimsuits I owned, I rejected the mom-appropriate one-piece and the modest tankini and went with the cream-colored bikini that I only wear on two types of occasions: when I don’t care who’s looking, and when I definitely care who’s looking.

***

That was the day Evie and I met Randy Clark and his young, adorable, utterly sexy daughter, Rose. Like myself, Randy was divorced and raising a daughter on his own. He was also pretty easy on the eyes: about six feet tall, with deep-brown eyes and straight brown hair that didn’t show any sign of thinning. Rose had her father’s brown eyes and straight, light-brown hair, which was shoulder length. She was slimmer than Evie and a little taller—unsurprising, since she was almost a year older. Nonetheless, her body was definitely that of a child, and cute in a way that I had come to think of as sexy, too.

If I’m honest, Randy tells the story of our first meeting better than I do, so I won’t try to add much to his version. I’ll just tell you what I saw.

He was sitting in a deck chair with a drink, looking at the pool where kids landed at the end of a long, snaking water slide. I could see the way he was watching the little girls flying off of the end of the slide. Not that I was judging him, of course; I’m sure I was looking at those girls, including my own daughter, in the very same way. My sunglasses just made it harder for people to notice.

Like most children her age, Evie could do the same thing over and over again without tiring of it. So, repeatedly, I watched her fly off the end of the slide, splash into the water, swim over to the little metal ladder at the edge of the pool, climb out, and go up the stone steps to the top of the slide. Rose was doing the same thing, and even though she was a child, I saw sexiness in the way she moved. Each time she climbed out of the pool, she turned toward her father and the rest of us on the deck and paused for a moment, seeming to strike a pose like a model. Somehow, I sensed that it was not her ocean-blue bikini that she was showing off, but her body. I felt warmth between my thighs, and being fully in the shade, I knew it wasn’t the sun.

I struck up a conversation with the man, and you know the rest. I’ll just say that the first time Evie and I visited Randy and Rose at their home, watching a grown man fuck his six-year-old daughter (her seventh birthday was still a couple months away) was…new. And watching him fuck my six-year-old daughter made me horny as anything.

As I said, I’m not going to go back over ground Randy has already covered, because I think you’d rather hear something new. So I’m going to tell you a couple of stories from soon after the four of us met: one that Randy glossed over, and one that he avoided telling you at all.

***

It was Evie’s and my second visit to Randy and Rose’s big house out in the suburbs. Although “suburbs” might be an overstatement, given how far apart the houses are out there.

If you’ve read Randy’s stories, then you know that Rose’s favorite thing in all the world is anal sex. I have never met a woman or even a gay man who loves getting fucked in the ass as much as Rose does.

For that reason, and also because she was very much an exhibitionist, Rose liked to wear clothes that drew attention to her ass. Evie had noticed this during our first visit, and because “monkey see monkey do,” she wanted to wear something like that for our second visit. We went through Evie’s dresser and, at the bottom of a drawer, found a pair of pink shorts that had become too small for her—at least, too small to wear in public. But they would be perfect to wear at Randy’s house. We also found a nice, tight white tank top of hers through which one could just make out the pink of her nipples.

“I helped her choose her outfit for today,” I told Randy when we sat down in the living room to sip coffee and watch the girls play.

“Very nice,” Randy replied. “I’m wondering if your girl is going to pick up mine’s fondness for showing off.”

“I certainly wouldn’t mind if she did,” I replied. “I mean, she’s not shy about taking her clothes off, but she undresses like a tornado. You blink, and suddenly she’s naked and her clothes are all over the room.”

“You know,” Randy said, “that gives me an idea.” Then he looked at his daughter. “Rose, how about you show Evie how to do a striptease?”

Rose, who had been playing with colorful toy ponies on the floor with Evie, looked up at her dad like he’d just given her the idea of the year. The little brunette practically leaped to her feet and said, “C’mon, Evie!” as she grabbed my daughter’s hand and led her off to Rose’s bedroom.

I chuckled. “I’m guessing this is something Rose likes to do?” I asked Randy.

“Let me put it this way,” he replied. “If you asked Rose to rank her favorite things in the world, stripping would be above ice cream. And she loves ice cream.”

Randy connected his phone to the house’s speaker system and pulled up a song. He told me he had a whole playlist of Rose’s favorite songs to exotic-dance to.

We chatted for a few minutes while Evie and Rose made whatever preparations they were making. Then the girls emerged from Rose’s room. Rose was wearing a gauzy baby-blue princess dress through which I could clearly see what she had on underneath: a Denver Broncos tube top (I guessed that if you want a child-size tube top, you have to take what you can get) and a pair of panties that matched the dress. Evie had borrowed another such dress from Rose, this one pink, over her own tight pink shorts and similarly tight white tank top.

With a devilish smile, Rose looked at Randy and nodded. He turned on the music; appropriately, it was “Take It Off” by Kesha. Rose and Evie turned to face each other, and Rose began to dance. Evie began a moment later, imitating Rose.

Rose certainly knew how to dance sexily. She wiggled her slender hips, ran her hands up and down her sides, and swirled her little ass. Evie imitated all of these moves with a goofy smile on her face.

Then, slowly and with a come-hither look in her eyes, Rose turned to face her father and me and slowly pulled her princess dress up over her head. The dress was so sheer that she could look at us even as she took it off. Evie watched Rose, then turned to us and took her dress off, too. I chuckled inwardly; I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen her remove any article of clothing so slowly.

Rose and Evie turned back to face each other, both continuing to dance to the music. Rose’s hip movements became less subtle as she showed off her panty-clad ass. That turned me on—as did Evie’s shaking her cute, chubby ass in those tight shorts.

Then Rose turned toward me and Randy and slowly peeled off her tube top, revealing her pink nipples. Evie imitated her, slowly pulling her tight T-shirt up and off. Of course, Evie didn’t do it quite as gracefully, both for lack of practice and because the tight shirt got caught around her head for a moment. I’ll confess that I laughed, but luckily Evie’s feelings weren’t hurt.

Now, things got more interesting. Rose put her fingertips to her little nipples and rubbed them in slow circles. Evie did the same for a few seconds. Then, for the first time since their dance began, Evie did something other than what Rose was doing: She grasped her chubby little booblets and squeezed them, slowly and repeatedly.

“Aw dang,” Randy breathed. “That’s hot.” I had to agree.

I was familiar with the song and knew that there wasn’t much of it left. So it didn’t surprise me that Rose very soon bent over and slowly pushed her blue panties down to her ankles, showing us her cute, slender, bare ass in profile. And then, after Evie did the same, she and Rose came together and ended the song by kissing each other, each one squeezing the other’s bare bottom as they kissed. Randy and I applauded.

“Well,” Randy announced, “that got me horny as anything. Who wants to fuck?”

“Evie,” I said, “now that you’re naked, would you like to try getting fucked in the ass?”

“Really? Now?” Evie replied.

“You’ve seen how much Rose likes it,” I said. 

“I like it SO much!” Rose cried.

“Well…” Evie said hesitantly.

After our first visit with Randy and Rose, where we’d watched Rose eagerly take her father’s cock in her ass, I had asked Evie whether she might like to try that, too. She was at least somewhat interested, so we experimented with putting the executive-model vibrator in her ass. She liked that pretty well, and she liked getting assfucked with the strap-on, too. But we hadn’t experimented with anything larger; I didn’t have a dildo or vibrator that was bigger than the strappy but smaller than Big Boy, and I didn’t want Evie to try assfucking with Buddy because I worried about him trying to force his knot into her ass.

So now, I think she was concerned about taking a cock the size of Randy’s in her little asshole. I decided to take the same tack I had before Evie’s first time with Buddy.

“I’ll tell you what,” I said to Evie. “How about I do it first, and you watch? Then you can decide if you want to do it, too.”

Evie smiled at me. I guess she liked the idea of watching her Mommy get fucked in the ass—something she’d never seen.

“Okay,” she said.

“Yay!” Rose cried. I guess she liked the idea of watching her dad assfuck me, too.

At that point, I had not yet had anal sex with Randy. In fact, my only experience with assfucking had been a couple of abortive attempts with Matt (who’d also had no clue what to do apart from “Apply lube and insert” and thus hadn’t been able to get his cock into my ass) and a few dildo assfucks with a short-term girlfriend who was very into that. But Randy, I knew, had tons of experience with anal sex, and with a partner a lot smaller than me. If he could get his cock into Rose’s six-year-old ass and make her love it, then I was willing to give him a crack at mine. No pun intended.

I got on all fours on the sofa, bracing against one of its arms, and Randy put some lube on his cock. (I had already noticed that he had stashes of lube all over the house.) Then he got up on his knees behind me and put his warm, strong hands on my ass, spreading it open. There was something very erotic about him opening me up like that.

He put the warm, thick head of his cock against my asshole. It was so slick with lube that I thought it might slip right off my little hole the moment he tried to push it in (which had been the issue when Matt and I tried it). But Randy knew what he was doing; I felt him wrap his hand around the base of his cock to keep it on target before he pushed.

“Ohhhhh,” I moaned as his cockhead pushed my hole open and then sank in. It hurt a little, and it felt strange, but kind of in a good way. I think part of that was mental: To be honest, I liked the idea that I was slutty enough to be taking it up the ass from a well-hung man while two little girls watched.

Evie and Rose did more than watch, though. As Randy began slowly pumping my ass from behind, Rose put some of the lube on her fingers and pushed one of her small digits and then another inside Evie’s little pink hole, finger-fucking it slowly.

“I do this to myself sometimes,” Rose explained. “And sometimes Daddy does it to me. It feels really nice.”

“Uh-huh…nice…” Evie breathed.

I was only dimly aware of this conversation, because I was getting what was quickly turning into the best assfuck of my life to date. Randy really knew what he was doing as he slowly pumped my little rear hole. The way he took it easy and pushed all the way into me each time, filling me with cock, made it feel almost as good as getting fucked in my pussy.

“Mmmm, yessss…” I breathed. “That’s nice…”

I suppose, after watching Rose and Evie’s performance, I couldn’t have expected the horny Randy to take it slow for long. But that was all right, because I was pretty turned on, too. So when Randy started fucking my ass faster, I backed my ass up against him faster. Also, keeping one hand on the arm of the couch, I reached back and fingered my clit.

As intense as my pleasure was, I still spared a glance at the girls. Rose had stopped finger-fucking Evie’s pink asshole and was now using the executive vibe instead. Evie was enjoying it even more than when we’d done it at home, because now she could get fucked in the ass while watching me get fucked in the ass.

I closed my eyes and fucked my ass back at Randy as hard and fast as I could. His cock plunged deep into me again and again; then he slammed it in balls-deep one last time and grunted “UUUUUNGH!” When I felt his hot cum shooting deep inside me, I screamed “AH FUUUCK!” and came, too.

That was only Evie’s and my second time visiting Randy and Rose, but I had already learned to recognize from Randy’s breathing that he was still horny, despite having just cum. Which was fine, because now it was Evie’s turn.

Having watched me take Randy in my ass and while getting some warm-up from Rose, Evie seemed much less apprehensive now. And she wanted to do it the same way I had, on the sofa, braced against one of the arms. We had to borrow a cushion from one of the room’s two easy chairs for Evie to kneel on so her ass would be as high as Randy’s crotch. 

Rose came up behind Evie and watched with intense interest as her father pushed a finger into Evie’s already lubed asshole. Then two fingers, then three. Evie didn’t whine or whimper—she moaned. Even so, I pumped a bit more lube on my fingers and smeared it on Randy’s fingers and Evie’s hole just to be safe. And, as much for fun as for any practical reason, I moved my lube-slicked hand up and down Randy’s hard cock a few times, too.

“Ready, Evie?” Randy breathed lustily.

“Uh-huh,” Evie moaned.

As I sat down next to Rose on the floor to watch, Randy put his hands on Evie’s chubby little ass and spread it open. There was something very sexy about seeing those grown-man hands opening up my little girl, exposing her little pink hole. And something even sexier about seeing that grown-man cockhead press against that hole.

“Here we go,” Randy said breathily.

I was glad Randy had just gotten off with me, because it enabled him to control himself and ease in slowly. Evie’s blue eyes went big for a moment as Randy’s cock began to open her hole up wider than anything ever before. Then she shut her eyes tightly.

Evie moaned and whimpered, but I could tell that she wasn’t in physical discomfort—just reacting to the strangeness of something so big opening her up wide, and then sinking in.

“Yes, good girl…” Randy breathed, pushing inch after inch of thick shaft into my little girl’s wide-stretched hole.

“Ooooooh…” Evie whined, her eyes still screwed shut. “It’s so biiiiig…ooooooh…”

Again, I knew she wasn’t in pain or wanting to stop; she was just overwhelmed by the sensations that big cock in her ass was giving her. Then Randy’s pubis nestled in the top of Evie’s ass-split as he hilted inside her.

“It’s all the way in, baby,” I said to Evie. “You took Randy’s whole cock in your ass.”

“Wooowwwww…” Evie moaned.

Randy began pumping her slow and deep. Evie kept her eyes closed, but now her lips parted, and she breathed in time with Randy’s slow thrusts. There was something erotic about the way Evie’s chest expanded and contracted beneath her as she took that big cock in her ass again and again.

I glanced over at Rose; she was watching raptly. I suppose this was the first time she’d ever seen a girl even younger than herself get assfucked. I, getting horny again, pulled Rose onto my lap, facing the sofa, so that we could both continue watching as I fondled Rose’s pussy.

Gradually, Randy sped up the fucking. I watched Evie’s ass and little titties jiggle with his thrusts, and I listened to the sweet, sexy music of her little moans. Then Evie moved one hand off the arm of the sofa and reached back to diddle her own clit, just as I had done.

By the time Randy was fucking her at full speed, Evie was crying out “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” in rhythm with Randy’s low grunts of effort. Then Randy squeezed her chubby ass and shouted “HAAAAAH!” and Evie was screaming high and loud, and I knew that the sensation of hot cum shooting deep into her bowels was making her cum just as it had me.

After that, Randy and Evie rested while I fucked Rose in her adorable little ass with the strap-on. Then we cleaned up and had lunch before the next round of sexual fun began.

***

A few weeks later, Evie and I were back at Randy and Rose’s house. This was our fifth visit; by that time, we were seeing one another every weekend. I’d had them over to the apartment once, but Randy’s house was clearly the better venue for our special games.

We were all bonding. Whenever Randy fucked Evie, Rose would climb onto my lap to watch. In fact, Rose had begun climbing onto my lap on other occasions, too; sometimes to play with my tits—she was still very interested in my generously adult-size breasts—and sometimes just to be close to me. 

That day, Randy and Evie had just finished fucking, and now Randy was giving himself and Evie a shower before we decided what to do next. So Rose and I were alone in the living room, her on my lap.

“Wanna hear a secret?” Rose asked me.

It was a question that Evie occasionally asked, and the secret always turned out to be something innocuous, or not secret at all, or maybe just an excuse to say “I love you.” But coming from a girl I didn’t yet know that well, yet who had all kinds of real secrets to keep, the question intrigued me.

“Yes,” I said. “Tell me.”

“When Daddy gets really really horny,” Rose whispered in my ear, “he has to fuck. Like, no matter what. If you try to run away, he’ll catch you and fuck you.” 

That Randy’s libido could get away from him wasn’t a secret; he’d told me about it during our first weekend together, before our sexual activities even began, as a full-disclosure kind of thing. You would think I might have found that scary, but I didn’t. Not every man is willing to admit that he is not always in complete control—especially when it comes to sex, which is where a lot of men are prone to losing control in one way or another—and I liked that he was open about it. But Randy hadn’t told me whether he had ever completely lost control.

“Has he ever done that to you?” I asked. 

Nodding soberly, Rose replied, “Uh-huh.” 

Well, she’d asked me if I wanted to hear a secret, so I’d been fairly warned. But I wasn’t sure what to do now that this little six-year-old had told me that her father had forced himself on her.

But I couldn’t make a judgment just yet. Because the six-year-old in question was Rose, who was every bit as precocious as my daughter in terms of both sexual desire and sexual experience. So I asked another question, which came out awkward and vague because I was trying not to lead Rose to any particular answer.

“And…how was that?”

She gave me a little smile. “I liked it.”

Having heard that, I wondered if Evie would like it, too. After all, she liked being fucked by Buddy, who always went at it hard right from the start and didn’t care if the girl he was fucking came or not. 

The difference was, I could control Buddy. Even if he didn’t listen to my commands, he didn’t weigh any more than Evie; I could pull him off her if necessary. I wasn’t sure I could do the same with a two-hundred-pound man.

But now that the idea was in my head, I couldn’t let it go. Because I found it sexy to think about making a man lose control, about forcing him to force himself on me. And, to be honest, the idea of Evie making him force himself on her was a bit exciting, too.

***

At the start of our next visit, we didn’t spend much time on small talk. The girls were anxious to “play,” so we went into the master bedroom.

“Opal,” Rose asked, “can we suck your titties while Daddy watches?”

I liked this idea very much—which was why I had come up with it when the girls and I planned this seduction near the end of our previous visit.

“Oh, of course, babies,” I answered sexily. Randy just smiled and went to sit in the bedroom’s easy chair, which faced the bed.

The girls approached me, and I untied my knotted button-down blouse and opened it. I had nothing on underneath, so I could feel Evie and Rose’s warm breath on my nipples. They had already been growing stiff with my increasing arousal, and now they felt as hard as acorns.

I lay back on the bed. Then the girls climbed on, and each straddled one of my thighs. Evie was again wearing her tight pink shorts and revealing white tank top, while Rose had on a crop top and a skirt so short that it left the bottom third of her ass exposed, making clear that she wasn’t wearing panties. I imagine that Randy got quite a view when the two girls leaned forward and began to kiss and suck my now-engorged nipples.

“Ooooh, yessss,” I moaned, being a little theatrical but also genuinely turned on. 

I reached down and caressed the girls’ asses, Evie’s through her tight shorts and Rose’s under her short skirt. It excited me to be stroking one familiar ass and one relatively new one at the same time, and to know that both of those sweet backsides belonged to girls who, by most people’s estimation, were a decade away from being old enough for such treatment—and from being able to enjoy it.

Through half-open eyes, I glanced at Randy. He was watching intently, but he wasn’t yet touching himself or taking off any clothes.

Got to fix that, I thought naughtily.

I gave both girls’ asses a deliberate squeeze—our agreed-upon signal. Evie and Rose stopped sucking my tits, then got up on their knees and pulled off their shirts. 

Evie and I both knew that Rose had a submissive streak, and Evie was learning to take advantage of it. She thrust her little breasts at Rose.

“Suck my tits!” Evie demanded.

Rose immediately sat down on her butt to put her face at the height of the kneeling Evie’s chest. Then she started alternately licking and sucking Evie’s rosy nipples. Evie moaned, and she moaned even louder when I pulled her shorts down to her knees—revealing her bare ass, because, like Rose, she wasn’t wearing panties—and fingered her pussy with one hand while fondling one of my own tits with the other.

After half a minute of this, I glanced at Randy just in time to see him unzip his khaki shorts and free his cock, which was getting hard. He put his hand around it and stroked it gently, and in moments, it was rock-hard.

“Ready for me to join in?” he asked.

“Not just yet,” I replied.

“Now,” Evie commanded Rose, “eat my pussy.”

Evie lay down on her back and kicked her shorts the rest of the way off, then spread her chubby thighs wide. Rose put her face between them and licked Evie’s puffy bald noonie. Randy jacked himself a little less casually than before.

“You know, Evie,” I said, “you’re going to have to learn how to be submissive sometimes, like Rose is. You’re going to have to learn to spread your legs when you’re told, not just when you want to.”

This was all rehearsed, of course. But Randy clearly couldn’t tell, because I could see the horniness on his face. And I could see it starting to get out of his control, to the point that he was struggling with it. Which meant that I needed to act fast before he told us to stop, or else just got up and left before he could do anything he’d regret.

“Move out of the way, Rose,” I commanded. 

Rose wriggled out from between Evie’s legs, which were still open wide. I got behind Evie and put both hands on her shoulders. Then I looked at Randy.

“I’m holding her down for you,” I said. “So there’s nothing she can do to stop you from shoving your big, grown-up cock into her chubby little six-year-old pussy. Nothing at all. You can ram it into her and she won’t even be able to move, no matter how hard you pound her helpless little babycunt, she-”

In an instant, Randy was on his feet, his pants falling to the floor; then he was on Evie, in Evie, grunting and forcing his thick cock into my daughter’s puffy, hairless pussy.

Just like Buddy, Randy didn’t start slow; he fucked Evie so hard that even though I was holding her down by the shoulders, her body moved violently forward and back with Randy’s powerful thrusts. Evie cried out “AH!” again and again as Randy rode her hard, and I could only imagine the pounding that her little cervix was taking. Rose watched open-mouthed, fascinated and obviously horny as all hell.

“Yes, Evie, take it,” I breathed. This part wasn’t rehearsed; this was just me and my lust. “Take that big cock, take it deep in your little-girl cunt, he’s fucking you Evie, he’s fucking you so hard, and soon he’s going to cum inside you and fill up your little womb with all his seed.”

“NNNGGHHH!” Randy grunted, cumming hard. Evie shrieked with orgasm and flailed her legs as his seed pumped into her small body.

For a moment, Randy just lay on top of her, panting. Then he pushed himself up to look at me. His eyes still burned with lust.

Randy snarled something at me that I didn’t understand. Only when he grabbed me and shoved me down on my back did I realize that it had been “Your turn.”

His cock was still completely hard, and now he thrust it into my pussy, shoving his whole length in at once and making me shout “FUCK!” And then he was thrusting, fucking me every bit as hard as he’d fucked Evie.

Oh my God was it hot, getting fucked so hard by someone who was literally consumed with lust—lust for me. I raised my legs in the air, shut my eyes tight, and just let him pound my pussy like an animal. His body was hot against mine, his chest practically burning me where it pressed against my tits, his breath feral and ragged in my ear as he fucked me like a madman. And when he came hard inside me, I shrieked and flailed just like Evie had.

Two orgasms gave Randy some of his control back, but he still made Rose suck his cock. I was stunned when he forced it down her throat, and she swallowed it like a champ. He’d told me that she could do that, but this was the first time I’d seen it. I knew I’d have to learn how to do it, too, because it was so fucking hot to watch that actually performing the act had to be even hotter.

***

Maybe this is ironic, but that weekend was when I realized that Randy was the one for me. Because I felt like I’d seen all of him, and I was okay with all of him. And I felt the same way about Rose, which was good because she and Evie soon became inseparable.

So that’s where Evie’s and my story ends—at least, the story of me as a divorced mom and of Evie as an only child. Because after that, the four of us became a family.

And we couldn’t have been happier.

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Many thanks to Jomahawk for beta reading!

Author notes:

- During my first few years writing smut stories, I was not comfortable writing in the first person from a female character’s perspective. I eased into it by writing “Mia: Confessions of a Dickgirl,” in which the main character has a penis but is otherwise female and thinks of herself as a woman. Later, I wrote “First Time: Jiyani,” which is narrated by a female furry alien. Writing those stories made me feel confident enough to write “Can’t Resist Her,” a one-shot story that is told alternately by a (human) mother and daughter, and now this story.

- To make sure that Evie didn’t come across as just a blonde version of Rose, I gave Evie different fetishes. Evie does not share Rose’s submissiveness, exhibitionism, or near-obsession with anal sex; rather, Evie is particularly interested in breasts (including her own), vaginal sex, and bestiality.