First Touch, Part 1

by Not4real

“Mom, you’d better come see this,”

Knowing that the source of that warning was my thirteen year old son, Jason, I knew it had to be something involving Diana, my daughter, twelve. Like most kids of that age level, the tattle tale level is rather high so I expected that Diana forgot to do something she was told to do, or was using something that belonged to Jason

“See what?” I asked, but he was long gone, running toward the garage. When he got there, he put his fingers to his lips and pointed at the window on the side of the garage away from the yard.

When I reached him, he stepped back and told me not to let them see me.

“Who?” I asked.

“You’ll see,” he whispered.

Carefully moving past him, I peered through the dirt covered window and had trouble seeing anything at all, but then I saw some movement toward the rear of the garage, in an area where I store the cushions for the chaises when they aren’t in use. Holding very still, I focused on the activity and was surprised to see my innocent young daughter half sitting, half lying on some cushions with her legs spread and no panties in evidence.

You’ll notice that I said surprised, but not shocked, because Diana at twelve is well into the stage of life where she emerges from that cocoon called childhood and takes on her new identity of a young woman. By all indications, she was going to be blessed, or cursed, as you will have it, of her mother’s body. Tight ass, high and firm breasts that will challenge a C cup bra, and legs that never seem to end. Poor child. From what I could see, I needed to pay closer attention to the osmosis. She’d come to me when she first developed pubic hair, but there was more of it now and it was darker, but I suddenly found myself looking at her not as my daughter, but as a young woman, and I realized that her body was decidedly more feminine than I’d noticed.

Crouching down in front of her, intent on seeing what Diana had between her legs, was Belinda Thomas, her best friend. Belinda, a somewhat lesser matured eleven year old, had only recently discovered that her nipples were no long the tiny nips of a child. I’d noticed that change in Diana almost a year ago and now her breasts were taking shape nicely, although I hadn’t realized just how nicely until this moment.

My immediate problem was what did I tell Jason to either make him understand or at the very least take a vow of silence on the promise of full divulgence later? If his father, my blessed ex, or heaven forbid, Belinda’s provincial parents, knew of what was taking place, we would be banned from any activity that included children for the next ten years in that neighborhood.

As I watched, carefully staying concealed, the two girls were obviously discussing the differences in their bodies since Belinda would point out different parts of Diana’s pubic area, then carry on an active discussion with Diana. At times, they would giggle that silly giggle typical of a young teen female, and at other times, their conversations seemed to become quite serious.

When Belinda tenderly reached up to put a finger on Diana’s thigh, I felt the distinct presence of wetness between my own legs, remembering my own first sexual experience with Georgette Myers, who was still my best friend. I was wishing at that moment that the girl between my daughter’s legs was Gina, Georgette’s daughter. It would be much easier for me to work my way through this if Georgette was there to talk to Gina at the same time.

“What’s the matter Mom?” Jason asked. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“Wha.?” I muttered, but then I realized that the moan he was asking about had come from my lips when Belinda’s finger moved closer to Diana’s sweet, tender pussy. Was that the first time they’d gone that far, I wondered, remembering the first touch of Georgette’s fingertips to my labia and the indescribable feeling I got from it.

I remembered that Jason was watching me and motioned for him to back up. I got up to look him in his eyes, hoping I had my stern look on, and not the hungry look that he would never understand. “I’ve got to study this,” I said, “because your sister has some explaining to do. I think it might be best if you were to go down to Kyle’s for a while. I>ll call you when Diana and I have had our conversation. Take the cookies with you to share but don’t say anything about this to Kyle or his parents. This is family business and we don’t share family business do we?”

“Nope,” he agreed. “Can we take Kyle with us to the movies Friday night?”

“Talk to his mother about it but don’t make any plans just yet. Okay? ”

“Okay. I feel sorry for sis. She’s really in for it this time.”

“You wish,” I thought to myself. Little shit would love to see Diana fry over this.

Once he was on his way, I returned to the window. Diana now had her legs spread wider and Belinda was studying her labia, lightly caressing them as Diana squirmed in obvious pleasure at the touch. Her fingers were dug into one of the cushions and she was chewing on her lip, a sure sign that she liked what Belinda was doing.

Belinda looked up and asked Diana a question and Diana didn’t hesitate to agree, nodding her head and quite obvious hissing out a yes. The next thing I knew, Belinda’s fingertip was penetrating the barrier and pulling the lips open. The sight of those pink inner lips was almost too much for me to handle with my clothes on, but my fingers managed to find their way into my panties and were now pressing into my naked labia and the great pink walls beyond. .

I had to pull my eyes away from the scene inside to focus on the orgasm that threatened to reveal my location but there was no other option and I had to use the other hand to hold me up when my knees first shook, then became quit weak.

I wasn’t exactly sure how I was going to handle it, but I had to sit the girls down and have a long talk with them.

The next morning, I called Belinda’s mother and suggested that Belinda spend Friday night with Diana so I could take them to the new animated movie they wanted to see. She gladly agreed since she didn’t want to see it. It wasn’t hard at all to get my ex husband to take our son Corey fishing with him for the weekend. With any luck, I could work on the girls and get Georgette to give me some much needed therapy as well. When I called to suggest it, she almost creamed her panties thinking about it, even though she knew that Derek and his girlfriend would take advantage of the situation to spend the night in his bed.

“Too bad your ex can’t give Corey some guidance,” she said.

“It would have to be about blow jobs or anal because he has no idea what to do with a cunt,” I reminded her.

I stocked up on sodas and snacks and got a couple of new videos in case the girls wanted to make a weekend out of it, I hope, I hope, I hope.

Everything started off perfectly. Georgette showed up to take in the movie with us and after the show, we stopped and had some ice cream. While we ate the ice cream, Georgette and I took advantage of every opportunity to comment on how cute some of the girls were and how sexy they looked. We even joked about what color panties they were wearing if they were wearing any at all.

When we got home, the girls put a video in and Diana made some popcorn. Georgette and I went up and stripped naked before putting loose robes on that could easily fall open at the proper times.

When we got back downstairs, the girls were in panties and tee shirts. Diana was sitting on the couch, with her legs crossed, ankles tucked under her ass, which is how she sits all the time. For a long time, I stared at her sunshine yellow panties, wishing I could rip them off of her to see her pussy. Belinda was draped over the arms of the recliner, with her legs hanging down and her ass suspended over the seat. Her panties were bright pink, which really stood out against the gray fabric of the recliner.

Georgette and I took seats on the couch, facing the television with our legs spread out so a TV table could fit between them and also to give the girls a good look at our pussies, shaved clean on Wednesday night by our friendly beautician.

It was not my intent to push the girls together or in any direction they weren’t going anyway. I only wanted Diana to know that I was all right with whatever she and Belinda were doing and that I was there for them if they ever needed me. I felt that were I to rant and rave and insist that what they were doing was completely wrong, they would simply find a way to do it in a more risky and there more precarious location. At least this way I knew where they were and they couldn’t get each other pregnant now, could they?

As the movie went on, I watched them both carefully and it was obvious that as soon as Georgette and I went to “bed” they would be naked together and I envied them that experience.

The first indication we got that we were headed in the right direction, came when we paused the movie to go to the bathroom, get snacks, etc.. After the girls went to the bathroom, Diana whispered something to Belinda who shook her head and said no several times before she shrugged and said all right. Diana made the excuse that she needed to get something from her room and I went to the kitchen to get some snacks for Georgette and I. Belinda came into the kitchen and I knew she wanted to talk about something but I didn’t press the issue.

I told her I had some of my homemade peach cobbler in the fridge but it wasn’t enough for more than one and Diana didn’t care for it anyway. “If you’d finish it up, I can get rid of that dish from the fridge,” I said.

“Okay,” she said, but she kept glancing toward the door to the den.

“You can close that door if you want,” I said. “Diana knows that when that door is closed, I’m trying to be alone or talk to someone and she doesn’t bother me.”

She went over and closed the door, making sure it was completely closed before returning to take a bite of the cobbler.

“Is there something you wanted to ask me or tell me?” I asked, not looking directly at her.

She started to say something, but then she put her spoon down and shook her head. “I can’t,” she said. “I can’t do it.”

I caught her on the way to the door and took her in my arms. “Of course you can, Belinda. I promise not to make fun of you or think you’re being silly or anything. If there’s something you want to talk about it, we will. It’s as simple as that.”

After a few moments hesitation, she stopped eating again. “Diana says you almost never wear panties, is she right?”

“Not always,” I confessed. “Especially when I’m at home.”

“Oh,” she said, taking another bite of cobbler. “Why not”

“Oh, I don’t know honey,” I answered, flipping my robe to one side to reveal the moist lips. “I like the feeling of having nothing on down there. I just don’t think I have to hide something I’m not ashamed of.”

“Mom would never allow that,” she said.

“No honey, I’m sure your mother would never allow that at your age but one of these days you’ll be eighteen and you can decide for yourself whether to wear panties or not.”

She tanked me for the cobbler and left me sitting there alone, all juiced up and no one to enjoy it.

I put the bowl in the dishwasher and wiped down the counter just as Georgette came into the kitchen.

“You’d better let me take those snacks,” she said. “From the way the girls are talking in there, I suspect you’re about to have company again.”

Sure enough, both girls came into the kitchen a few minutes later to “get a drink,” and it was so cute to see them dancing around, trying to find a way to say something.

“All right girls, let’s make this easy. This kitchen is a special room where anyone can ask any question and get an honest answer. Also, no question is too dumb or too anything to ask. Nothing is off limits in this room. One other thing, and this is important. Nothing that happens and nothing that’s said in this room is EVER to be repeated.”

“Mom, “ Diana said, “Belinda says you don’t have any hair down there.”

“That’s true, honey,” I said. “I keep all shaved off.”

“All of it?”

“Every bit of it, front and back,” I said. “Would you like to see it?”

Both girls nodded so I dropped my robe to the floor. “You can touch it if you want.”

I came so close to a screaming orgasm by the time they’d caressed over my clit several times and run their fingers over my ass cheeks.

“Wow,” Diana said. “I never knew you did that. It feels so smooth.”

“When you get old enough, we can have yours shaved too, if you want.”

“I don’t have very much,” she said, sliding her panties down to show me, a simple act that almost did me in. My hands were shaking with the desire to touch her there, kiss her there and taste her.

“I don’t have hardly anything,” Belinda said, sliding her panties off to show me. Now I really was in trouble because I could see both little slits and I wanted them both.

“Any other questions?” I asked.

“You’re very wet down there,” Diana said. “Belinda says that means that you are around or something.”

“Aroused, honey,” I said. “It means that I’m sexually excited right now.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Because you and Belinda have your panties down and I can see the tiny slit between your legs.”

“So?” she said, “You have one too.”

“Yes honey, I do, but yours are so tiny and pretty that I just want to touch them and kiss them.”

She looked over at Belinda and back. “I guess,” she said.” Belinda did that to me before.”’

“Are you sure?” I asked, wanting it to happen so badly I was shaking.

“Okay, but Belinda has to go first because she already did it to me,” she said.

Belinda finished taking her panties off and I lifted her to the counter while Diana stood right beside me to watch. Knowing that she would be watching made it even more exciting..

She lay back with her ass right at the edge of the counter so her pretty pucker was hanging over the edge. With her legs spread wide and high, I approached her tender young pussy for the very first time, my mouth almost drooling at what I was about to have.

I licked my fingers and caressed her pink lips to get them aroused before tenderly slipping between them. She jerked and moaned when I got close to her tiny clit and really whimpered when I actually touched it. I didn’t penetrate her at that time, I would save that for later, but when her mewling sounds got louder, I bent to kiss her pussy and lick her bud. She sat up quickly with her hands in my hair as I licked her over and over, drawing out the woman in her until she tried to push me away.

“What’s happening to me,” she whimpered, “Oh my god what’s happening to me inside? Oh please stop, I think I’m going to have an accident or something,” she said.

“It’s alright,” I assured her. “You’re just going to have your first orgasm honey. You’ll know how it feels to be a woman in just a minute.”

Easing a finger tip into her, I began to fuck her with just the end of my fingers while I sucked and licked her clit. With her hands about to yank me bald, she bounced on the counter but then she stiffened and her body shuddered with her first orgasm. She was crying when it ended, but it wasn’t a hurt cry, just a cry of surprise at the strength of her orgasm and the stress it places on a woman’s body. I kissed and held her through the afterglow and lifted her from the counter to lower her to the floor where she curled up in a ball with her eyes closed and rested, her breathing still a bit ragged.

“What did you do to her?” Diana demanded to know. “Why was she crying?”

“It’s all right, honey, I didn’t hurt her,” I said. “She just had the first orgasm in her young life and she wasn’t ready for the way it feels. She’s just tired right now and she’s thinking about how wonderful it feels when it’s over.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, honey, I’m sure. Are you ready for your first orgasm?” Good lord, don’t let her say no. I need this so bad.

“I guess,” she said, “but don’t hurt me.”

“It doesn’t really hurt honey, you’ll see. You’ll really like what happens.”

“Okay,” she said and held up her arms to be lifted to the counter.

“Tell you what honey, how about I get down on the floor with you instead.”

She shrugged and sat on the floor next to Belinda who was lying with her eyes open, watching us. That was going to make this even better.

“It’s okay,” Belinda said. “You’ll see.”

“For sure?” Diana asked.

“For sure,” she replied.