Mother and daughter, continues...

by hornykate

My fascination with my daughter's panties started two years ago. She was now ten and in those two years I'd regularly take a pair of her panties from the wash basket and take them to bed, and there I'd smell, lick and suck on the gusset til I quietly but intensely orgasmed. Sometimes after I came I'd inch them into my cunt and fall asleep with them partially inside me. Once I actually worked them into my anus (but only once!).

I think I may have been developing an obsession (!) and for two years I'd been thinking of how to move things on without putting the fear of god into her. After all, she's my daughter and I love her with all my heart. But, maybe irrationally, I didn't want her to learn about sex at the hands of some young spotty adolescent who wouldn't appreciate my little girl as he man-handled her secret parts.

And then one night, something happened.

I'd gone to bed as normal with a pair of Jenny's panties, as normal. I'd chosen a particularly cute pair, always turned me on more.

I'd hardly started with my routine when the door slowly opened and in came little Jenny. There was no reason for her to come to me. It'd happened before in times of stress; thunder storms, bad dreams, the usual. But tonight? All was calm, as was she. And there she was, in my bed, in her little make-shift pyjama set, a sky blue T-shirt with matching loose-fitting shorts.

I asked if she was OK and she whispered yes and then after a while she was asleep.

I felt I was in new territory. I WAS in new territory. I couldn't very well start masturbating over her panties while she was so close to me but I was feeling so horny.

I spoke to her again, no response. I put my hand on her leg and gently shook it, no response.

I kept my hand on her leg, just above the knee. She had quite thin legs, typically gangly, on the verge of filling out and becoming womanly. I stroked her leg in a motherly fashion (I told myself) but my touches were increasing in proportion to my heart rate.

Her legs were already slightly parted but they eased open slightly more. Was she asleep? This was so risky.

I softly whispered her name again. Nothing.

I was now stroking the inside of her left thigh, the one nearest to me, slowly moving my hand higher, to what end I hadn't figured out. Where was I going? What was I doing? Then the magical moment when my fingers slipped beneath her shorts and I felt the wisps of soft pubic hair. When did I last see her naked? Why was I surprised she had pubic hair? It was like strokin a peach.

By this point I'd eased her left leg over my right and I felt like I was falling down a ravine, as my fingers gently touched her virgin cunt. And there was my second surprise. She was wet. She felt wet and open. I softly, gently continued my caressing, amazed at my own temerity, at my own willingness to seduce my own daughter.

"Mummy?"

I froze. I stopped. Stock still. Like a statue. The only part of me that continued moving was my thumping heart.

"That feels nice Mummy."

I didn't feel any sense of relief at her words. I think I was still in shock.

"Don't stop Mummy, please."

Had she been awake all this time? It didn't really matter, she was clearly awake now.

"Baby," I said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be doing this."

But I still hadn't moved my hand. And then I felt her hand on mine.

"Don't stop," she said again.

So I carried on stroking her wet little cunt. Her arms came above the bed-clothes and she pushed them down, I helped til we were completely uncovered. I'd moved my hand so I was inside her shorts from the top, this felt more comfortable. I was cupping her little sex while my middle finger was caressing her clit. Her breathing deepened, as did mine. I had to talk, we couldn't continue this in silence. I had a feeling that if we carried on in silence, then went to sleep in silence, we'd wake up in silence.

"Are you OK baby?" I asked.

"Yes, it feels wonderful," she said.

"Don't worry Mummy," she continued, reading my mind. "this is our secret."

My finger was now inside her cunt and I could feel her whole sex was so wet, I almost couldn't believe it.

"I want to taste you," I whispered, "I want to lick you, would you like that?" She just nodded.

"Tell me." I said. "Tell me you want me to taste you."

"I want you to taste me Mummy, I want you to lick me."

She was lying on her back, I eased her T-shirt up to reveal her little tits. They were small but evident but as she lay now they were as flat as a two year old's. I licked her nipples, and kissed down her stomach.

"I want you so much," I told her as I moved even lower down her body. "Are you sure about this?" I asked.

"Surer than anything," she said and I metaphorically leapt into the ravine as I put my head between her legs.

I kissed her on her inner thighs, tracing the hard sinews that joined her thighs to her pelvis, and I was shaking as I took the first taste of my beautiful daughter. And she spread her legs as wide as she could and a whole world of possibilities opened up before us.