My Girls and Me, Part 4 – Proggresion

by My Girls

A few weeks had gone by and Alex and I were, or should I say at least on my part was still taking it slow. While together in my room or Alex’s we would lie naked together and continue with our masturbation and fondling. Alex had on a few occasions slipped her hand toward my pussy but like a scared child would pull it away and usually place it upon one of my breasts. Remember those days when you were fumbling as a child or teen and the boy or girl strived to slip their hands under your top to touch your breasts and the bolder ones tried in vain to get in your panties to finger you? Well that was me. She loved my breasts and I would too if not for them heading south and the awful stretch marks on their sides for them being so big at such a young age. I found those marks appearing at fourteen and the ridicule and taunts I got at school were bad, but did help making me stronger. So I guess I’m happier now that my daughters adores them for what they are. Charlie loves and usually just treats them as pillows either resting her head on them or nuzzling her face into them when she’s asleep. Alex on the other hand now adorns them with her warm mouth and tongue and knows I love it when she lightly bites and stretches them with her teeth.

Alex was the all to eager teen trying to get things moving. Yes I wanted it to but this monumental thing that we were doing was still scary but felt so good and I must admit even just the kisses, caresses and the sweet delectable sucks on our nipples was enough.

School was a week into it’s first term and Alex and Charlie were now each in a new year had to get back into the early mornings and the spirit of homework and such like. I decided to (only if the situation was right) only to let Alex and I be together on weekends. This too was only if Charlie was away at a friends or at her dads and unfortunately such weekends were few and far between.

After our separation and divorce most weekends both girls were at their dads and I am thankful now that with a new partner he seems to have less time for them. If not for Alex and I indulging in our activities I would be giving him hell for excluding them for another bimbo bitch who yes is strikingly stunning, but as thick as a plank and to my knowledge doesn’t like children. I should have by now or at least have thought he would have worked this out and got rid of her, but Alex and Charlie both like her. Even if the feeling with her is not mutual. Thankfully she is clever enough to be nice to them and at the young age of only twenty four is in maturity closer to my daughters ages than David’s. Charlie seems to be happy to go there by herself and her and miss ‘bimbo’ do seem to get on well. I myself wouldn’t give her the time of day except I do detest her beauty and I hate how perfect her ass is although I must confess I do admire it and I’m slightly jealous of her for that She is solvent as is David and he does spoil the girls, so all in all things have worked out well. For the time being.

Charlie is at that precious age as are all girls in my eyes. Meaning a girl (especially my two) at any age before adult hood is precious, but Charlie is eight now and loves to have, or still go to sleepovers. Back then she was seven and if not for those nights my relationship with Alex would be as if it were still in it’s infancy. We did steal the odd French kiss now and then if Charlie could not be seen and I must admit my eyes were wide open just in case she strolled in while we were embraced in a loving kiss. God I’d be mortified if she saw us back then and trying to explain my tongue in Alex’s mouth would be a hard thing. Even while cuddling up on the sofa with Charlie on one side and Alex on the other we would kiss quickly and yes it did feel naughty to me and I felt like a naughty mother to be hiding such a beautiful thing from my youngest. All for the best back then.

Now I am an open mother toward my girls. Always have been. They both know what bits are which and know the anatomical names for their privates. Charlie calls her cunny her ‘bunny’ and Alex in private with me or friends uses the name pussy and if not she uses bunny too. Especially if it ever comes up in conversation which as I know happens all the time….. Not. When Alex had her first period while I was away my mother in law had to sort it out she used the name’ bunny’ so I guess it’s just a general term us girls use. It’s very cute to hear Charlie use ‘bunny’ and Alex too, but to hear Alex say pussy does hit a spot. Those tiny electrical pulses that run through you when you hear or see something so delectably sexy. Be it a child or another woman and when it hits the tip of clitoris they are just so….. Oooooh they make me quiver.

The girls know I’m a lesbian and Alex obviously knows what women do together and Charlie was always questioning me about women I had brought home. About the noises and what we were doing together, so I just say “Ask your sister“. I know I should have sat her down back then but to save my embarrassment of trying to explain to a girl the goings on and embarrassing whom I was with, Alex would take her aside and in her way tell her we were just sleeping together and playing. It worked for a while.

Charlie and Alex would always run around the house naked when there was nobody else around. Even my ex was tolerant and sure he probably got a little aroused by the sight of two naked little girls, but I know he would never have done anything to them. It makes me feel bad that I have, and if he ever found out I really don’t know what he would do or say. Best not in my opinion to delve on it as I would get rather upset.

I loved to see my girls cute nakedness before me and it kind of made me be open about my own nakedness. When David left I became very comfortable to expose myself in front of them. Now days I usually wear a dressing gown and ashamedly look a bit stupid also wearing my ‘ankle socks’ as my feet are constantly cold. But my gown either open or closed does not concern me. Unfortunately Alex has grown out of walking around naked so to sometimes see her nude is delightful and every day I wake up with Charlie nestled up to me naked as the day she was born. I love to wake holding her and I just lie there till she wakes smelling her beautiful scent while I stroke her body. Charlie has also taken after me and sometimes she wears her favourite pink panties with different sized red love hearts and a single large one on the back as if saying love my bum. Which I do. She also sometimes wears her ruffled ankle socks that she wears to school. She looks so cute and I find a girl in ruffled socks so endearing. I can’t help but grin in adoration when she waltzes around a corner completely nude bar the socks. It’s enchanting to say the least. Her slim straight body, long blonde hair, her smile topped with her blue eyes, her unblemished porcelain skin and those cute tiny buttocks and hairless still puffy vagina just send the heart fluttering. If I could paint I couldn’t choose a prettier child to place on a canvass. Just sitting here typing away thinking of her makes me smile with joy. As it would any other. One day I do remember with happiness is Christmas 2006. I was downstairs sipping on a flute of champagne to start the day off when in walked two naked girls full of smiles and anticipation. I could have fainted when I saw them. With six years between them they couldn’t have been more different. Alex towered over Charlie but to see two slim naked girls delectably perfect bodies walking hand in hand coming toward me gave me goose bumps. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and I got a shiver up my back in just awe of such a perfect scene.

They sat down next to me, both kissed me on the cheek and said “Merry Christmas mummy“. I wished them a merry Christmas too and with a “Go on then” they clambered down and went for their presents. I sat sipping my champagne and delighted just simply looking at them. What a beautiful morning it was watching them both clamber round the tree searching for the presents with their names on. Such a sight watching little bums wriggle around seeing glimpses of their tiny bum holes and their bald pussies for my delight. I couldn’t help but get turned on when they sat, legs open exposing all their beauty, smiling with glee ripping away the paper from the boxes. Makes me wish I had a video camera. I would if not for fear of reprisal post in on ‘you tube’ if allowed. Just to show how proud a mother I am to have the most precious daughters in the whole wide world. Oh hell…..the whole universe.

I could be here all day, be it typing or chatting about my girls, but I’ll get back to why I’m here. That being the progression of mine and Alex’s sexual love for one another.

I can remember the whole day so clearly.

It was a Friday and much like any other day it started as most do. Walking Charlie to school and then back to do the usual house hold chores. I cleaned the house, did the washing and read my fortnightly trashy magazine from cover to cover. I hadn’t even disrobed and put on my dressing gown so I was still wearing a silk blouse and my yellow skirt. I went to the bathroom at around three ‘o’ clock and after peeing I suddenly wished I’d filled the beaker behind me to have one of my twice weekly treats of my tangy urine. Oh well I thought. So I slipped a finger between my hanging lips and sucked the drops of pee from my finger. A little to tangy for my licking, but I needed it. I sat there thinking about Alex and I got a little bit carried away with my thoughts which made me stand and wander into her bedroom. The curtains were open and the room flooded with sunlight made me squint as the rays hit my eyes. I stood there looking out of her net covered windows into the street which was quiet except for the odd car passing by. I inhaled a deep breath through my nose and as the smell of Alex’s room hit my senses I felt a sudden jolt hit my pussy. I quickly pulled up my skirt and grabbed my crotch and squeezed my mound hard. Just that smell of my daughters bedroom makes me horny in seconds. The slight mustiness, the smell of body deodorant, perfume and just her own delectable sweet smell. Teen spirit I guess you can call it which is highly arousing. Each child has a certain unique smell and when it’s your own child it is like no other and is so strong inside yourself it overpowers all others. Like an animal I think if in a pitch black room I could smell each child and find my girls. It is an imbedded instinct in animals to find their offspring by sight smell and sound and without one or two of these senses I think I could still find them in a crowd.

I found my hand grinding on my pussy and I fell onto Alex’s bed. My hand slipped inside my panties and I began a very passionate finger fuck. Sorry to put it so crass like but it was very vigorous and I was just too horny. I turned my self onto my front and with my whole crotch sopping and my fingers covered in juices I began to rub my swollen clit. I buried my head into Alex’s pillow and inhaled the smell from it. Every breath charged my arousal until after only a few minute my pussy ruptured and I groaned loudly as my cunt filled and overflowed releasing my orgasm into my hairy wet mound and panties. I was breathing heavily as the euphoric tingle and sensation of heaven in my body trickled away and my whole being went limp as if I melted into her bed.

I lay there for a while just relishing in a daze of pleasure as I removed my hand from my panties. Inhaling I smelt the scent of my own vagina before opening my mouth and began to taste my own come. It was at that point while enjoying my creamy orgasm that I decided it would be time I let Alex touch me down there and hopefully she would love to taste her mummy’s pussy.

Eventually standing up I picked up some of Alex’s clothes that had been discarded, as usual on her bedroom floor and took them into the wash room and put them in the clothes basket. Then I went back into the kitchen to wash the breakfast dishes. A few moments later I heard the front door open and in walked Alex. I looked over my back and she was stood in the doorway and said “Hi mam”

“Hello sweatheart” I replied. “How was school?” a silly question I know and I new her answer.

“Crap!” she said.

“ Alex!” I scolded at her. Not the exact response I thought I was going to hear as she doesn’t usually speak that way in front of me.

“Sorry mam….school is school you know?”

“Yes baby I know.” The apology accepted I smiled at her as she dropped her school bag at the door and walked toward me.

I loved seeing her in her school uniform and love to watch all the other children pass by my house everyday on there way to school or going home. A crying shame all the girls have chosen to wear trousers now days as I did get a rush from seeing them in their skirts. Thankfully though the younger ones still have to wear skirts until they reach thirteen so there is something to see each day.

Alex walked up to me as my hands dangled in the warm water in the sink with my marigolds on and she hugged me from behind. I arched my back a little and Alex moved to the side of me. A simple kiss on the lips became a French kiss and as my eyes closed I felt her hand on my bottom which began to gently massage it.

After a moment of enjoying her welcoming mouth I broke away. “Oh sweetie I waited all day for that”

Alex laughed as she licked her lips.” I know mam” she said “Me too”

Alex skipped away as if nothing had happened and I couldn’t help but smile to myself at the way she just was so easy and seemed within herself so uncomplicated about our new relationship. On the way out she picked up her school bag and went upstairs as I finished washing the breakfast dishes. Blankly I stared out of the kitchen window day dreaming for a moment as I took off the marigolds. I decided to make a conscious move and with Alex’s simple view of us it was time I should show some initiative. So I wandered up to her bedroom As I walked in Alex was stood half naked. Her trousers were on the floor and she looked very so very sexy with her simple blue cotton hipster panties and her white shirt unbuttoned barely showing off her naked flat chest.

Again as always I was in awe of her beautiful un shapely figure. Almost wanting to run from her room as the butterflies again returned to play havoc with my stomach and senses Alex stepped up to me. My hand was reaching for the door handle but in reality it never moved as my body froze watching my daughter in slow motion discard the shirt. It was like a movie love scene when you see the lover disrobing in slow motion and the whole of her being glows inside you and time stands still. I could almost envisage her hair gently flow in a breeze which made me so giddy and warm inside. Alex was only thirteen back then but in that instant she looked like Hebe the Greek goddess of youth. I felt like a goddess myself. I was the goddess Here associated with marriage and my two daughters were my hand maidens. Charlie was Eileithyia (the goddess of birth) and Alex as Hebe. Hebe is the cupbearer who served the gods ambrosia and I knew Alex held inside her inside young treasures her own food of the gods. Her hands reached round my neck and with a gentle pull another kiss ensued . My hands trembled as they ran down her bare back and finished lightly cupping her youthful buttocks. I let out a soft moan as her tongue swirled around mine and I could taste the warmth of her saliva.

Alex pulled away and we stared into one another’s eyes. I could see the sensuality inside her and I just stood there as she began to unbutton my blouse. I watched her fingers pop each button open and as the last one was undone she pulled hard releasing it from inside my skirt. Her eyes looked upon my bare chest as I mostly never wear a bra. I felt almost ashamed of them hanging down like two bags of flesh, but Alex’s eyes never blinked as she bent forward and simply kissed each lower facing nipple. I shuddered as each kiss was finished with a slight dart of her tongue to sensitize then and make them fill and stiffen with the surge of blood. My eyes looked down as she slipped two fingers either side inside the elastic top of my skirt and panties. Alex’s eyes stared as she began to pull down my garments. Her legs bent as she lowered down with each tug. My panties held for a moment between my legs and when they pulled away my hands went to cover my hairy mound. Alex let go leaving my skirt and panties drop around my ankles and then she looked up at me. I felt almost embarrassed to let her see my untrimmed mass of pubic hair but Alex determined to go there slowly removed my hands away. Like a hungry lover she inhaled and from seeing the matted hair and smell of my afternoon orgasm she knew I had relieved myself without her. Unconcerned she lifted herself up and kissed me again. I knew she knew and amid each small kiss I whispered “ Sorry……baby” and unable to say more the our lips met and suctioned together not to brake for a few minutes.

Our hands met and our fingers intertwined and our arms began to move outward bringing our bodies together. Her warm, smooth undeveloped chest pressed against mine flatting my breasts even more. My breath was uneven as a surge of fear swept through me as I knew what I was doing was so wrong but I still I knew I could not stop myself. The love I had for Alex was undeniable and the emotions she made me feel were so strong nothing could stop this most beautiful first real embrace. Our first time really connecting, making love, which would end with us consummating our relationship for ever.

Together we both took tiny shuffles toward her bed and our kiss ended when she lowered herself onto it. Our eyes met as I lowered myself to kneel in front of her. My hands traced up her legs and thighs almost making her giggle but a cute grin appeared upon her face. The warmth and passion between was so, that even the usual touches that made her giggle before now meant so much more. My fingers tips found the laced top of her panties. Alex quite naturally lifted her bottom as I slipped them down her legs and away from her feet.

I tossed them like she did onto the floor and as my face turned back a view of sheer perfection made me almost faint. What beheld my eyes was so intimately beautiful. It was and felt almost biblical. Her legs opened as if God herself was presenting me to view upon her own treasures. As if Angels themselves were opening the gates of heaven and inside was the glory of love itself. I couldn’t have ever been or will ever forget my baby girl opening herself to me that first time. I had seen their nakedness thousands of times and I had seen Alex’s first orgasm. The first time she touched herself and how I felt watching her fingers manipulate her precious tiny clitoris and her perfectly smooth bald pussy. This was… was so I can’t quite describe how it was. It was in essence perfection and screamed out pure erotic child love. My head inched between her knees. My eyes not wanting to loose focus and imprint every tiny millimetre of her sweet vagina in my brain. All too soon would she grow and her innocence lost. All because of me. I blamed myself for giving in to her request of showing her masturbation and I wanted to imprint this sight for prosperity and always remember how perfect my eldest child looked at this most precious time. I did not feel ashamed of what we were doing, but we were taking the step over and above just pure adoration and parental love and the simple family love a child has for their parent. Yes we had I suppose passed that step already. This was though the absolute. The soft concrete bond that would harden and seal inside the secrets of our incest and sexual love for each other. Never to be demolished and exposed to the outside world. I knew from that first kiss Alex would be held by her own love for me to never to expose our love affair. Not even to her best friend Liz who I knew in time Alex would get her to show her true feelings toward her. They would soon be teenage lovers and God willing I hope that I will experience them together with me.

I knew I had to show Alex what to do first and with the hardest of will I had ever felt I had to move away from this heavenly tunnel which inside I would find the most desirable amber nectar a mother could wish for. It was hard but I knew Alex should devour and explore my own pussy and learn how to love another woman’s vagina.

I took hold of her legs and as I rose i swivelled her body and lay her on her bed. I climbed over her and whispered “ It’s time sweetheart” Alex held my head and her kiss was her way to say thank you and she knew she was going to get what she had wished for, for over three years. Her first taste of a woman. Her first taste of her own loving mother.