Mother And Daughter, conclusion?

by hornykate

This will probably be the concluding part. But never say never!

We woke in the morning, not to silence but to smiles and a hug. I'd gone down on my ten year old daughter and made her come twice. The thought made me so wet.

I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around her little body and we held each other. Her p.j's had disappeared in the night and we lay naked in each others arms.

I eventually went for a shower and then downstairs to make breakfast. There were still chores to do. She was off to school though I'd decided to skip work. I would've been useless anyway.

It was when she came into the kitchen that the reality of what we'd done really hit home for she was in her school uniform and she looked, once again, like my ten year old daughter. Just a little girl.

She seemed fine but I was fast becoming a mess. I held it together til she'd gone (a friend's mother came to pick her up) but once I was alone, I cried. It wasn't a cry of despair or sorrow, or even happinness. I dont know why I cried, I just did. It was as though I'd hit my mental funny bone and I didn't know whether to laugh OR cry.

I got through the day but as the time went on I became increasingly anxious. Would Jenny be OK when she got home? Would she be thinking about me? About our night together?

Eventually the door opened and closed and Jenny walked into the living room where I was sat as tense as a carriage spring. And she came to me and knelt in front of me. And we looked at each other, just gazing into each others eyes.

"Is everythin OK baby?" I asked, in what sounded like a hoarse whisper.

"Everything's wonderful Mummy." (slight pause)

"Isn't it?"

And then I did what I should've done last night but surprisingly didn't. I kissed her. Imagine a hot summer's day when the heat makes everything seem silent and still, and you see a butterfly alight on a flower. Thats how delicate our first kiss was.

"My heart's beating so fast," I whispered between kisses.

"So's mine," she whispered back.

So I put my hand on her little chest and felt her heart through her school blouse, and I kissed her more deeply. I opened my mouth and she did the same and we were kissing like lovers. Our tongues touched, nervously, like debutantes at the first dance. I'd stopped feeling her heart now but was instead stroking her breasts, her small beautifully formed breasts. I could feel the fabric of the training bra we'd only recently bought. My mouth left hers and I began kissing her cheek, her neck, then I was kissing and licking her ear and she was literally panting. I whispered her name in her ear. I kept saying it.

"Oh Jenny, Jenny, Jenny. I want you so much baby. I've been thinking about this for so long."

"How long Mummy?" All this was in whispered tones.

"Dont hate me for this baby, but since you were eight, I've wanted you."

"Oh Mummy. I want you too." While we'd been kissing, her hands had been resting on my knees, and she now slowly began easing my skirt up my legs. Then I felt her right hand stroking my thigh, higher and higher, til she was caressing my inner thigh.

"Touch me." I whispered, and she did. Her fingers began stroking my cunt through my panties which were soaked.

"You're wet Mummy."

"It's how you make me feel baby." She moved her head to whisper into my ear, "I'm wet too Mummy. And thats how you make ME feel." We kissed again, both of us moaning and whimpering into each others mouths, and I slid my hand beneath her short pleated skirt and, with little ceremony, into her little panties. And she was wet. I slid a finger inside her and I could feel on my hand that the insides of her thighs were slippery with her juices.

Her fingers had by now worked around my knickers and she had a finger in my cunt, sliding it in and out.

"Taste me." I said, "put your finger in your mouth and taste me."

And she did. Then she did it again, and again.

"I like how you taste Mummy," she said.

We kissed again, tongues meeting, I wanted to drink her saliva, I wanted to taste her cunt, I wanted to drink her piss, I wanted everything. I wanted to devour her, completely, I felt so boundlessly in love with her. That afternoon on the sofa in the living room, we did taste each other. I went down on her, and, at her insistence, she went down on me. It's a sin, I know. It's wrong, I know. But looking down at my ten year old daughter, head between my open legs, as she licked my cunt, it wasn't a sin. It wasn't wrong. It was the most right thing in the world. I didn't want to dominate her life, I didn't want to abuse her. I wanted to teach her. I wanted to love her. I wanted us to love each other. And we do. We feel complete.

And I still take her panties to bed.