How it all Began

by Loving Mom

Hello everyone,

I finally had to tell someone about the little secrets that were happening in my house. But first let me tell you a little about myself. I am a single mother of three. My age is of no importance but I will say that I had my first child fairly young. My oldest son is six years old and my two daughters are four and two.

None of my kids have the same father and none of the fathers are in their life right now. Honestly I enjoyed a lot of sex at parties with people I barely knew that ended in the result of three kids and no child support. I can’t work and pay for a babysitter so I am on welfare and spend all my time at home. My parents hardly help me but occasionally they send over some food or pay a bill or two.

Mostly I have a few guy friends who come over for sex and give me money. Now don’t take this the wrong way. I don’t believe I am a prostitute because I do not ask for the money, I don’t have set prices and I don’t walk the streets asking everyone for sex. Instead I have what I like to think of as boyfriends who understand I have a difficult life who enjoy helping me out sexually as far as financially. There are times that they don’t have anything to give me and we have sex regardless.

I know you probably want to hear more about my daughters than my son but honestly it all started with him. I am really open-minded and I allow my kids a lot of freedom when it comes to touching their own bodies. I am not hypocritical telling my kids that they can’t touch themselves when I lie in bed every night and finger myself to orgasm. I also believe that exploration of one’s body with being told it is naughty or wrong to touch can be damaging to the child’s ego making them feel dirty or that they are doing something wrong when they enjoy touching themselves.

My seven-year-old son has been running around in underwear from the time he gets up until the time he goes to bed. I home-school him so that I don’t have to mess around with the public school system telling me how dirty my son is or allowing them to get involved in my home situation. I don’t want to lose my kids. Now I do use my food stamps and WIC for food and my kids never get hungry and I still breast feed my youngest to supplement her diet.

Anyway my son hates getting dressed and one morning a few years ago he was sitting in front of the TV pinching himself through his underwear. I sat on the couch watching him watch TV and casually pinching his little peter like he was twiddling his thumbs.

My oldest daughter was sitting on my lap and she was just two. I was pregnant with my youngest daughter. I really did not think too much about him playing. In other words it did not get me excited in order to molest my son. Instead I just thought how cute he was getting to know his body and like I said before I was not about to tell him that he was doing anything wrong.

It did not take long for him to pull his undies down so that his small little penis was poking out above the elastic and he again pinched it playing mostly with his hard little head. For weeks his playing intensified and his hand was in his pants more often. I began to notice that he always slipped his hand into his pants when there were girls or women on the TV.

Bathtime was something we did every night. From the time they were toddlers until today, my kids and I would climb into the tub together to save on the water bill and so that when they splashed me it was not as big of a deal as if I was fully dressed on my knees outside the tub. Being pregnant most of the time I realized that being in the bath with them was so much easier than bending over with this huge belly. So what I am getting at is bathing with my kids was much more a convenience for me than anything else. Again I had no desire when I started bathing with them to allow this to get to a sexual nature.

I noticed from the age of five until now that my son would play with his penis in the bathtub looking at his sisters and I.

Now these past few weeks I noticed my oldest daughter copying her brother. She lay on the floor next to him watching TV when he nonchalantly pulled out his pee—pee. My daughter’s gaze went from the TV to his hand and soon she rolled over to her side and placed her hand under her dress between her legs. I was on the couch in just my panties and my youngest daughter was clamped onto my nipple for a little morning snack. I watched as the part of my daughter’s arm that I could see wiggled as the hidden part of her arm and hand tossed her dress around.

After two years of my son playing with himself I got used to the idea of it being natural and never thought about it in a sexual way but my daughter must have wanted to see why he was always doing this to himself. With nudity being common in the house the kids just understood that mommy has hair there and they don’t. Believe it or not I never had any questions from any of them about why I have hair and they don’t. Also another thing is that my kids just understood that our son had a penis and they and I did not. Again this was just not a question that they brought up. Not saying that I might not be asked it later down the road, but I just assume that since nudity has been common they just grew up knowing there was differences.

So I sat there watching my daughter rub herself as my son stroked his little cock between two fingers and his thumb. This type of play continued on for the next two weeks well until today when I decided to write this letter.

I was sitting on the couch watching my favorite Soap during the kid’s nap time when my oldest daughter came out of her room yawning and rubbing her eyes. I had my hand in my panties fingering myself watching my favorite couple make out. I was just about to cum hard when I watched her approach me. I almost stopped but because she has seen her brother doing this for the past two years and has been doing it herself for the past two weeks I continued on. But to my surprise just the understanding that my daughter was only feet away from me standing there watching me in her panties made my orgasm come quicker than I expected.

I wish I could put into words the intensity of the moment where I bit my lip and crammed my fingers deep inside of my cunt while rubbing hard on my clit with the other hand. Oh and how I spread my legs wide as I came and then held my lips open knowing that my daughter was watching me. I would be playing with my boobs but unless I am in the bath things get a little messy and then smelly like spoiled milk.

As I removed my fingers and licked them off my daughter ran toward me and jumped on my lap. Her little knee went between my legs and ground into my slippery lips. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she whispered in my ear. “Can I stay up or do I have to go back to nap?”

The corner of my lip rose both because of how cute my daughter was but also because of her tiny knee poking at my entrance. “No sweetie you don’t have to go back to bed.” I had to place my hand over her mouth as she began yelling “Yea!” So that she would not wake her siblings.

She twisted around, to my disappointment, and sat on my knee. She scooted all the way back so that her back rested on my belly. Which I can happily say is not the size of a basketball right now and I hope to not be pregnant again.

I started bouncing my knee and she started laughing. She loved playing horsy. So she scooted back up so that she was sitting right on my knee as I bounced her. I felt her tiny pelvic bone bounce against my knee bone. Her little puffy cunny lips mushed between the two bones. To my surprise her little hand went right to her panties. I felt her fingers wiggle against my knee.

Her long hair flopped up and down tickling my face and I took hold of her tiny little hip bones. My fingers curved around her pelvic bone. She is so tiny that her hipbones look like they are just covered by her thin skin. Almost skeleton like. But she eats enough for her age but just not junk food or fast food, we can’t afford non healthy foods, which keeps her and the rest of my kids pretty thin.

I sat up and looked over her shoulder at her little hand gliding across her panties working at her tiny cunny. I kissed her right where her shoulder and her neck meet, open-mouthed and even licked her causing her to giggle and scrunch her head down like a turtle trying to hide her head in her shell.

I whispered into her ear to hop up and take off her panties before I would continue giving her a horsy ride. She hopped up without questioning me and removed her panties. When she bent over in front of me I looked at her thin frame as her butt poked itself toward me. I could see a hint of her puffy cunny lips protruding between her legs just under her bottom crack.

After stepping out of her panties she climbed back up on my knee and I started to bounce her again a lot slower. I whispered to her again that she could put her hand back down there if it felt good and she just hummed MmmHmm and I felt her fingers against my skin once again.

I took hold of her hips again but this time instead of bouncing her up and down I slid her back and forth across my knee. I reached into the diaper bag on the floor next to me and I grabbed out the bottle of baby oil. I opened the lid and aimed it between her legs and squeezed.

My daughter jumped screaming the word cold as the clear liquid splashed against her little puffy lips. With the hand still on her hips I pulled her back down to my knee and dropped the bottle of baby oil after closing it of course. My, now free hand, went toward her tiny hip again but just kept going. I stopped only when my middle finger pressed down through the oil coated mounds of skin feeling for the first time how warm her cunny entrance was.

My finger slid easily between her tiny opening and her clit. I paid attention to both of these areas working her clit in small circles or in quick back and forth motions but when my finger was above her small opening I curled my finger and pressed easily against her blockage seeing just how far I could enter my finger without making her cry.

Many thoughts went through my mind as I stroked my oil covered daughter’s pussy. I wanted to toss her down on the couch and finger fuck her tiny cunt. I wanted to press my mouth against her tiny hole and lick out all of her juices. I even got naughty thoughts about feeling my daughter’s fingers playing with my cunt or mashing her face against her mommy’s cunt. I was actually shocked at my naughty thoughts as well as deeply turned on.

I whispered into her ear as her breathing intensified. “Does it feel good baby?” and she nodded her head quietly spreading her legs even more. I was no longer bouncing her on my knee. She even took up the sliding back and forth motion once I greased up my leg making it easier for her to glide back and forth.

I smiled widely realizing that I was making my daughter feel good as I continued to work her tiny hood back and forth so I could get access to her even smaller clit. She leaned back against me and put her knees up on the edge of the couch spread wide like butterfly wings.

I moved my second hand into position so that I could use two fingers from each hand to spread open her four-year-old girl sized cunny lips. I whispered into her ear again, “rub on it baby make yourself feel good while I hold your lips open.”

Her tiny fingers went right toward her small opening and she flicked her finger against it. I watched with anticipation to see if she would try to enter herself and when she did not I whispered once again in her ear. “That is a small hole that you can put things inside to make you feel good. Push your finger inside.”

I moaned and nearly pissed myself as I watched her tiny finger poke inside her little hole. It only went in to her middle knuckle but still it made me stuff a finger all the way inside my own cunt and tell her to look at mommy. I moved my finger in and out of myself slowly and asked her if she could do the same thing. Unfortunately I was no longer holding open her little lips. Instead I was working her clit with two fingers as she continued to poke herself in her puss just like mommy was doing.

“Mommy do it.” Came out of my daughter’s mouth as she took hold of my finger and moved it toward her own little opening. I poked the tip of my finger into her stopping at my first knuckle to evaluate the situation. I wiggled it and twisted it around seeing how she reacted to the intruding digit. When she did not protest any more I pushed deeper into her. I found the tiny blockage that stood between my finger and her cervix and I worked in and out of her like I had shown her to do.

My four-year-old lay motionless on my lap very calm and relaxed as I finger fucked her tiny hole with half my finger. With each inward motion I pressed harder against her hymen trying to soften it up and get used to the feeling of being pushed on before I pushed the whole finger inside of her.

Her tiny body tensed with the first tinge of pain and I froze and removed my finger knowing that continuing on might not be such a good idea. I will save you the details about the fluid that leaked from her onto my knee as well as cleaning her up with a little Vaseline to lubricate her soar little hole, which I had just opened.