| Deflowering Emily's Rosebud Steam rose from the bathwater and Janice eased her body into the tub. Her daughter Emily removed her robe and hung it on the door. She tentatively put her toe in the bubbly water. "Oh gosh, Mom. The water is hot," she said. "Don't be a chicken. You'll get used to it in a second," her mom replied. And so began what had become a regular ritual between mother and daughter. A bath together. Janice had started the communal bath when Emily was a little girl. She didn't want her daughter growing up self-conscious about her own body or the female figure in general. It was a hangup that Janice had as a teen and she was determined that her daughter not have the same issues of low self-esteem when it came to body and her sexuality. Being naked together in the bath, she thought, would break down barriers and open up intimacies between mother and daughter. Janice admired Emily's body as she slowly eased herself into the water. She had just turned 13 and the changes were well under way. Most notably, her breasts were developing and had that beautiful, small pear shape with puffy nipples that looked so ripe. Her hips were widening, giving her daughter a new shape below the waist. And a soft downy triangle of pubic hair was beginning to show between her legs. Janice wondered if Emily would look like herself eventually: curvy, large-breasted, with broad hips and an ample fanny. Janice was right. Bathing together did break down barriers. For example, talk about boys and sex had started a while back and Janice had recently learned that Emily had started masturbating and even had her first orgasm. Kids start doing things so much earlier, she mused. Janice shouldn't have been so surprised by Emily's emerging sexuality, given the maturing of her young body. After a few minutes of small talk, Janice asked Emily if she was enjoying her new masturbation experiences. With some prodding she found out that Emily was doing it daily, sometimes more. They shared techniques -- Emily enjoyed humping her pillow, Mom used her fingers. Janice sensed that her meek and shy daughter had the same lust for sex as she did as a teen. She didn't want her to miss out on anything. Anything. "Emily, there's another masturbation experience you might want to try," said her mom. "Your rosebud...it's another way to enjoy sex, you know." "My rose....you mean my tushie hole?" Janice explained how it was another entry way -- literally and figuratively -- to a new and exciting world of sexual exploration. Emily blushed as her mother talked, but grew excited as Janice explained the techniques of anal stimulation. "You've done this too?" Emily asked. "Since I was a young girl," her mother answered, and she explained how, through self exploration, she had discovered the joys of anal masturbation. "Can you...orgasm too?," said Emily tentatively. "Let me help you, darling," replied her mom. It took just a little bit of coaxing before Emily turned in the tub so her rear faced her mom. Janice felt a stirring of lust as she looked at her daughter's dripping wet ass, her pussy lips bulging just slightly below her anal opening. She knew she had erotic impulses towards her daughter that mingled with her maternal love. It had been easier to suppress when she was younger, but now that Emily was turning into a young woman, fully of ripening sexuality, Janice felt a taboo temptation grow with intensity. Today, it would reveal itself. She began by soaping her daughter's lower body with her hands, cleansing her back and thighs (with a gentle, soapy caress between her legs), before massaging her cheeks and the her crack. Making sure her finger was coated in the soap's glycerine, she began to massage Emily's orifice, just rubbing her thumb round and round on the puckered bud. Emily gasped at first, but said nothing more. Janice marveled at how pink Emily's anus was, with just a small amount of crinkling around the edges. Otherwise she was smooth but extremely tight. Janice felt her own heartbeat skip as she thought about what she was about to do with her lovely daughter. Slowly, Janice could feel the sphincter relax a little. She pressed gently and told Emily to close her eyes and concentrate on the sensations she felt in her rear. With a firm but slow nudge, she placed the tip of her middle finger and slid it in to the first knuckle. Emily let out a little cry, but Janice continued. The soap made it easy; her finger was now firmly inside her rectum, past the last knuckle. Emily turned and looked at her mom. "It stung a little when you started, but now it feels good," she said, her face already flush. Her mom smiled and said, "The fun is just beginning, sweetie. Keep your eyes closed and let your mind focus on the feeling back there." Janice marveled at how tight her hole felt, as if the blood to her finger was cut off by the constricting muscle. But the soap was the perfect lubricant and she moved her finger in and out slowly (she was also pleased to feel Emily's rectum was empty). Meanwhile, Emily's hands gripped the edge of the tub tightly and instinctively she began to sway her hips as her mind adjusted to the arousing sensation of her mom's finger in her ass, the strange, full feeling she felt inside. While she worked her finger in and out of Emily, Janice couldn't help to start caressing her daughter, running her hand over her slender body, cupping her lovely breasts, massaging her inner thighs, but careful not to touch her clit and pussy. She wanted her daughter to concentrate on the intense sexual charge coming from her ass. "Tell me how it feels, baby," Janice said. She didn't want any holding back. She wanted her daughter to experience this new way of sexing without any restraint. Janice knew from experience the joys of letting go, and wanted her daughter to be an anal slut while in the loving intimacy of her mother's care. "Let go baby, express yourself." Emily clenched her eyes shut and tightened her grip on the edge of the tub. Her hips began to rock back and forth, and she let out little grunts when her pelvic thrusts were met by her mom's finger slipping deep into her rectum. "Feels good. So different. Makes me horny n' hot. I love it, Mommy." Something inside of Janice melted, when her daughter said, "Mommy." Janice thought it time to step up the intensity, so she inserted a second finger into Emily, who let out a loud, "oh jeeez!" when it happened. She quickened her thrusts and soon bubbles formed around her daughter's rosebud, a smear of foam that soon dropped down to the water. Now Emily was grinding and bucking hard against her mom's fingers, making the bath water slop out of the tub. Emily had entered that state of frenzy that Janice knew so well, the point of no return, of letting go completely. It was a moment of passion that Janice craved and now wanted her daughter to experience it as well. "Oh my gosh! Oh Mommy! Faster...Faster!!," cried Emily. Her thighs began to shake and suddenly a spurt of liquid squirted from her pussy (was it pee or pussy juice?) into the water. "Yes....Yes....YES" And then it started. Janice could feel Emily's rosebud begin to contract. Her baby was starting to have an anal orgasm. She hadn't even touched her pussy or clit for stimulation! Emily thrashed in the water, her ass bouncing up and down as Janice slammed her fingers in as deep as they could go. Go, my anal slut, feel it, my anal princess, said Janice to herself. She was overcome with emotion and intense physical longing as she helped her daughter lose control to the passions of anal sex. Oh, god it was so gratifying, so erotic! As Emily's orgasm started to subside, she slumped in the bathtub. Janice gently removed her fingers from her daughter's anus and then embraced her from behind, rubbing the nipple of her breast on Janice's puckered bud, which was still contracting with orgasmic spasms. As she pressed herself on her daughter, she reached between her legs and rubbed her clit in a rapid frenzy before becoming overwhelmed by an intense orgasm. She knew it was wrong to finger herself while embracing her daughter in this most intimate and sexual way. But she couldn't help it. Janice was now losing control as lust took over. "Oh God! Oh Fuck....," she groaned as she pressed her bosom hard against her daughter's ass and humping against her as the waves of the orgasm crested through her body. For a few minutes the only sound was the hard breathing of mother and daughter. Janice slumped against the back of the tub, sliding back into the warm water. Emily slumped against her mother, her body between her mother's legs, her back against her soft, wet breasts. Janice wrapped her arms and hands across Emily's little budding breasts and massaged her body, at times letting her hand slide down to her daughter's pussy and further, to feel her soft pink bud, now deflowered. "Mom...that was amazing. I love how it felt. And I love you for making that happen!" "I love you too, baby." The End Any comments? Send them to my email address below. |