My Girls

by Thom

I’m a really sound sleeper so it takes quite a bit to wake me up but this particular night I had eaten something that disagreed with me and I was sleeping fitfully, thank goodness, or I might have missed the opportunity of the special relationship I have with my ten-year-old daughter Pam.

When my husband is out of town on business, which is frequently, I sleep naked. It was pretty warm that night but not so warm that I felt the AC needed to be on. I just pulled the covers down off the bed and plopped down on the bottom sheet. I was stirred out of my half sleep by a rhythmic movement on the bed. Opening my eyes, I saw my daughter lying at the foot of the bed, masturbating. Her head was just about at my crotch. It took me a bit to realize that she was smelling my pussy that I hadn’t washed since my morning shower. She was rubbing her smooth, not quite nubile mound with some material that I finally came to believe was a pair of my panties.

Watching her was really turning me on. I was simultaneously amazed and appalled that I was so aroused watching my own daughter touch herself intimately. What was I thinking would come of this? I had no inkling that I was attracted to little girls. The thought of being attracted to my own children would have never even entered my mind, but here I was and it wasn’t a dream.

A memory suddenly caught my attention, blending in its images with the one I was viewing of my daughter pleasing herself. I had, in fact, played house with a close girl friend when we were 7 or 8 perhaps. Just a bit younger than Pam, closer to her sister Kim’s age. I’m not sure now how we got started. I think I had discovered some dirty picture magazines of my father’s hidden in a closet and wanted to share them with someone, with her. Had I masturbated with them before I shared them? I don’t remember. I do remember discovering my bottom during nap time before I went to school and how rubbing it with my hand or humping a stuffy was very pleasurable. My mother used to walk in on me sometimes and cajole me into stopping. If I weren’t interrupted, I could go on forever.

I think my friend and I were supposed to be at her house because my parents were away. We must have snuck back in the house because I wanted to show her the magazines. There were pictures of just young girls and of men doing different things to girls and girls doing things to girls. My friend and I quite naturally began to touch ourselves through our clothes in response to the pictures stimulating us. I don’t remember that we talked about what we were doing. We were just doing. And soon what we were doing was stripping naked and climbing onto my bed to masturbate with the pictures. We lay on our backs, side by side with a magazine between us, touching and rubbing. For me, after a bit, I was watching her as much as I was looking at the pictures.

We were too afraid of getting caught with the magazines after that to take them out again. Probably didn’t really have the opportunity. But that didn’t stop us from masturbating together when we were able to sleep over at each other’s house. We may have once or twice touched each other but beyond that, I don’t remember doing anything more than watching each other pull on ourselves. I thought about my friend’s fingers in her little, bare slit, rubbing vigorously and returned to Pam who was climaxing at the bottom of my bed while I was doing everything I could not to touch myself or her.

When Pam was there that first night, I didn’t touch myself as strong as the urge was. I didn’t want to spoil the scene or embarrass her. I could only imagine that she had been doing this for awhile since I would likely have slept through it most nights. It also explained why I occasionally had panties go missing only to turn up later in the laundry.

My little trooper got herself off a couple of times in short order and scooted off of the bed and out of my room, dropping that pair of panties back on the chair where I had left them. As soon as she left the room, I touched myself and rubbed my kitty rapidly a couple of dozen times, having two quick orgasms in succession just to relieve the pressure a bit. I got up after that and retrieved the panties. I wanted to smell them to see if our odors had mingled. If I could smell my daughter on them. Sure enough. They were ripe from my day but there was also that sweet, urine kind of smell that she and my younger daughter has.

I still wasn’t satisfied from my quickies. I lay back in bed, pulling my feet up to my butt to open myself fully to my hand as I put the crotch of the panties to my nose and inhaled the pungent smell of my daughter and self through my nose. I put my thumb on my clitty and thrust two and then three fingers deep inside me as I relived the scene that my daughter had played out on my bed. I was rewarded with a countless number of climaxes. That my daughter was so turned on by my body and my smell, turned me on. I found myself passionately in lust with her but wasn’t sure if or how or when I might do something about it except to enjoy her nocturnal visits if she were to ever return.

I have to admit, I was naughty after that. While we had always been fairly liberal about nakedness around the house, as the girls (the younger one is eight) became more aware around the time that they started to school, my husband and I were more careful to cover up with robes and close the bathroom door. Once the girls could take care of their own bathing and dressing routine, I didn’t much get involved so I had little opportunity to see them naked or they me. After that night though, that all changed when my husband wasn’t around. I even announced at breakfast one morning as the girls asked me why I was in my panties and a camisole instead of being dressed, that I thought since we were all girls, we could be a bit looser around one another when it came to our bodies.

For awhile, tees and panties became the norm after that when Dad was away. The girls caught me more than once looking at the white V of their cotton panties and I caught them looking at my often soaked V from being aroused but they never asked if I had peed my pants. I began to leave the bathroom door open when I showered and I would walk naked back and forth from the bedroom to the bathroom. I hadn’t bothered too much with my bush of late but I decided to shave it off and show it off. As summer came, I instituted skinny dipping when no men were around. This was the best, and naughtiest, thing I did, for awhile anyway. Cavorting naked in the pool with them gave them and me a chance to touch places that we don’t normally touch, just briefly as we wrestled with one another.

With my older daughter’s interest in my body, I was flattered and very interested in hers. As my daughters and I became increasingly naked more than dressed when we were on our own, I was almost constantly aroused, needing to relieve myself several times a day. Not yet at the point of doing that with them watching, I would steal off to my room or wait until they were out playing and have a quickie. I noticed both of the girls were spending more time alone or even together behind closed doors. I was guessing that I was seducing them as they were seducing me and they needed to relieve themselves too. I was intrigued by the possibility that they were doing it together. Imagining that heightened my arousal even more.

But what I looked most forward to were the nights my husband was away. I trained myself to stay awake but appear to be asleep so that I could enjoy having by daughter with me, masturbating. After she would leave, the orgasms I had were the best I’ve ever had. The scene would play out pretty much the way it had that first night but I had come to lying with my legs open so that she could crawl up between them getting very close to my cunt. She would kneel with her head almost over my pussy and touch herself vigorously while taking deep breaths through her nose. After a couple of climaxes, she would scurry out and I would come using my hand until I was exhausted.

Then one night things changed. Pam took her hand from herself and touched my pussy, just at the top of the slit where I was desperate to put my own hand. I couldn’t help myself but moan out loud with pleasure. She pulled her hand back and started to bolt. Just as she climbed off the end of the bed I blurted out what came into my mind “It’s OK, Pam, to make Mommy feel good.”

“It is?” she said. “Yes, come here honey.” Pam climbed back onto the bed and up into my waiting arms. I pulled her close to me, our naked bodies melting into one. Her flat chest, squeezing my tits to the side. I wrapped my legs around her waist, pushing my adult pussy up against her little one and began to rock her back and forth. I was fucking my daughter and we were both enjoying it. We both demonstrated how much we enjoyed it by having orgasms one after the other. Spent, I put my lips on hers and we tongued each other. I need to ask her where she learned that at ten I thought but I didn’t want to break the magic spell that we were in.

We slept together that night as much as two new lovers ever sleep the first time they make love. Pam turned out to be very facile at making love with a woman and new how to touch and use her mouth in just the right ways. I asked her how she knew how to do these things and she said she and her sister had been involved with one another and with a babysitter that we no longer used. It had been the babysitter that had taught her all of the techniques she knew. The sitter had first seduced Pam when she was eight and then her little sister soon after that. When that sitter moved away, Pam and her sister kept on with their intimacy and their practice. She told me that only recently had she wanted to be with me in that way and began to masturbate thinking of me. Stealing my panties and smelling them had aroused her (made her feel on tingly she called it) and that got her thinking about visiting me at night.

While I still very much enjoy my daughter’s body when we are together, there is nothing like the first times that I experienced that night. The first time I touched her bare labia. The first time I opened them with my fingers and explored, looking for her clit. The first time I put my mouth on her, licking and sucking. Pulling her sex into my mouth. Kissing her rose bud which made her giggle because it tickled. Her straddling my face, riding me like a horse because of her ecstasy. The first time she put her mouth on my sex as I held my lips apart for her to find me easily.

In the morning I woke to find myself completely wrapped around my naked daughter, enveloping her body in my arms and legs, her little butt pushed into my crotch. In a second or less I remembered our loving and felt guilty and conflicted. I couldn’t possibly continue to have Pam as a lover, could I, as much as I wanted to? As much as I had been hoping to with all of my seducing her over the last few weeks even though I don’t think I even admitted that to myself. I was simply going along with my daughter’s game but surely nothing would come of it. She would visit me and play with herself and then when she left, I’d have these great orgasms thinking about what I might do with her. It would always be a fantasy though. But just the night before, I had let it become a reality.

I couldn’t afford to let Pam sleep too long because her sister would be getting up and looking for us. If she were to find Pam naked in bed with me, it would only complicate my problem. I gave Pam a nudge or two and a couple of tight hugs and she woke up. She too was a bit disoriented and then remembered the night time activities. “Oh, Mommy, I love you so much. Can we play again like that?”

I started to say no, that it had been a weak moment on my part and that moms and their daughters were not supposed to be doing the things we had done but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. I dug the hole deeper and told her that it was really, really important that what we have between us is our secret. No one else can know or there will be hell to pay. Pam promised me that it was our secret and thanked me profusely for what we had done.

It was just the two of us for quite a long time. My husband went through a spell of not traveling so our time was very limited. We would catch a few minutes alone when he was working and Kim was otherwise occupied at sports practice or something similar. We would get into each other’s pants quickly when we could and use our mouths or our hands to pleasure one another. Our goodbye kisses, even in public became a bit of a tease with furtive tongue exchanges. Pam reported that she and Kim were still involved and that she had learned quite a lot of our loving that she was able to do with her sister that made their time together better.

One day though my husband left for a business trip on a Saturday. It was hot still, though late summer. The girls and I stripped and went out for a swim. I wrestled with them and I could see that all of us were aroused from it. Maybe it was that we hadn’t had much alone time for weeks. We dried ourselves in the sun and went indoors. My husband has a collection of dirty movies on tape and I decided to pop one in the VCR that promised girl-on-girl action just to see what would happen. I was prepared to, at least, masturbate in front of both of the girls even though I hadn’t done it with Kim. Nor did I know whether she knew or not that her sister and her mother were lovers.

It didn’t take the girls or I very long to be touching ourselves while we watched the girls on the TV pleasure themselves. It was the girls on the screen tribbing though that got Pam and Kim to touching one another and wanting to try it. They scissored their legs over each other and pushed their cunnys together. They held each other’s hands tightly and wiggled their little bottoms. It was a fantastic scene. I was soaking myself and the sofa I was so wet. Pulling myself hard enough to do damage, with waves and waves of orgasms.

When the girls climaxed, they wanted me to try it with them. I tribbed with each of them and then we branched out from there. In the end the best was lying on my back with the little one on my face and Pam eating me out in the expert way she has of pushing me over. Exhausted, I pulled back, rubbing my purring kitty gently while I watched Kim go down on Pam one more time to get her off.

Now it’s the three of us. When Dad is away, my girls and I play. They sleep with me in my bed, loving and then snuggling close for the rest of the night. I don’t know how this might turn out as they get older and be attracted to others but for now, I know there isn’t anywhere else we want to be.