Alisa seemed to change for the worse in a short space of time. I guessed being eighteen it had something to do with her hormones. She would arrive home from school and hibernate in her bedroom with her computer and the internet.
One morning after she had gone to school I was cleaning her room which was not out the norm for me. At the pc desk I knocked the mouse by accident which caused the screen to light up on the last page she was on. I never did pry into my girls' privacy but the unmistakable porn chat page she was on got my attention.
I found myself clicking onto an email link which opened her email file. What I found was mail from both sexes but all had one thing in common. After reading several of them I soon found out my daughter was suicidal and a very lonely eighteen year old.
From what info I gathered from the email she was sexually frustrated and in one email she even described some of her secret fantasies. One in particular included me, her own mom!
I felt so sorry for my daughter. I never realized just the depth of depression she was in and to the extent she had gone to via total strangers to try and satisfy her feelings.
I turned off the pc, not wanting Alisa to know I had invaded her privacy and space but at the same time intending to help her to get over her sexual desires. I realized this could well lead to incest but did not deter me but in fact felt my pussy tingle with the challenge ahead.
That afternoon prior to Alisa arriving home I showered and changed into a short skirt and a semi see thru blouse. I left off my bra to which I knew Alisa did not like them and always loved going bra less. The first thing she would do on getting home was to remove it.
At eighteen Alisa was well developed and very attractive. She loved wearing as little as possible and I am sure flaunted her trim body.
Anyway back to the story. Alisa arrived home in her normal depressed state. I was thinking hard which way was the best to approach this delicate matter. Alisa had gone to her room to change. I decided to follow and talk to her there.
I entered through the open door to catch Alisa naked except for her partly buttoned up white blouse. My vagina tingled as I saw her masturbating her young virginal entrance covered only by a few sparse pubic hairs as blond as her head. Alisa had not seen me and I was about to turn and leave her in private. I knew then that doing that would not do a thing to help solve her problems.
