I watched the movement of May's hips and sighed. My little girl wasn't little any more. Still a baby to me, but all woman from top to bottom. My pussy tingled as she stooped down to pick up a ribbon she'd dropped and her short skirt pulled tight around her petite heart-shaped butt.
The truth is, I've wanted my daughter in a sexual way ever since the day -- a few years ago now -- that she fell in the shower. I'd heard her cry out and ran to help. She was lying beside the tub, and when I reached down to help her up, she threw her arms around my waist and began to cry. Holding the soft, supple body that clung so sweetly to mine, that's when the seeds of my desire for my daughter were planted.
Her long wet hair was falling across her shoulders and pointing to her small breasts. As I held her at arm's length to see if he was heart, I noticed that the tan on her long, willowy legs dissolved into a creamy white just inches below the V of her flaxen pubic hair.
After she calmed down, I began to towel her off. She was so pretty, it was difficult to keep my eyes and hands from roaming all over her -- and she didn't help matters any. As I knelt to dry her feet and ankles, she placed her hands on my shoulders and told me "I like this, Mom."
I made my way up past her knees to dry the area around her beautiful pussy. As my towel-covered hands caressed her, she cooed "Ohhh, that feels wonderful." But as much as I wanted to just lean forward and kiss where I was drying, I didn't, I couldn't. Not then.
With her finally dry and feeling much better, I helped her to the bedroom and put her on her bed. She was still naked. I paused for several moments, admiring her smooth, delicate body.
"... Is everything all right, Mom?"
"Mmm." I nodded as I came out of my daydream. "I was just thinking about how pretty you are." She smiled as I patted her arm and bent down to kiss her cheek.
"Mom?" she asked as I got up reluctantly. "Could you get me out a pair of panties?" I'll never forget the way my knees trembled at something that would have meant nothing the day before. I took a pair of her soft cotton panties from the dresser, gave them to her, and stood there watching shamelessly as she pulled them up over her dainty little pussy. Then I turned to leave.
"Mom?" I turned to see what my daughter wanted. "I think you're beautiful." I didn't say anything, just blew her a kiss and left. But that day, and most days afterwards, I fingered myself to frenzied climaxes thinking only of my daughter, her beautiful pussy, and what she had said to me at the end.
A few years later, May was married, pregnant, had a miscarriage, was divorced, and came back home to live with me.
"I really don't know how to say this," May said to me as she leaned over the table to hand me a cup of coffee. Even dressed, she still made me see her naked body in my mind's eye. After all my little girl had gone through, she was more desirable to me than ever.
"What I'm trying say, Mom, is that I'm afraid I'll get a bad reputation if I just start sleeping with the guys around here." May slumped in her chair across from me. "And it's not like there's any of them I like that way around here anyhow."
"I understand, May," I said, reaching over to touch her hand. "I went through the same thing myself, years ago." It was beautiful the way her neck blended so smoothly with her shoulders. I could have kissed them forever ....
"After your father and I split up," I continued, I dated two other men. But both of them thought I was just a young divorcee looking for a hot time in the sack." My eyes couldn't stay away from May's breasts as they rose and fell in time with her breathing. "And the social disapproval of a woman who wanted sex was much more serious back then." May looked at me with a kind of half grin.
"But I didn't want just sex. I wanted to be treated like a lady, shown some respect, not just fucked and dumped."
May flinched. She wasn't used to hearing such language from her own mother, but I figured if I had any chance of, of, I didn't know what exactly, I had better start by being completely open around her.
"After I dated the second asshole for a while," I said, watching May start to relax just a bit, "I got fed up with his crap and kicked him out. That's when I decided I was going to raise you by myself and the hell with men, or a man. I figured that if I needed sex, I could take care of myself." I took a deep breath. "I could feel a lot better doing what I wanted done myself without having to rely on some stupid cock." May looked shocked at that, but there was also a hint of something in her beautiful eyes that hadn't been there before.
"Umm, you mean, Mom ..." May trailed off.
I decided to take the cow by the horns. "What I mean is, May, that I've been masturbating all these years. A lot. At least once a day, often more."
May took a sip of her coffee, I think to cover her reaction. "Sure, Mom, I understand that. I was just trying to picture you ... well, you know."
"Rubbing my clit? Finger-fucking myself?" I nodded vigorously. "All of that."
"I understand," May repeated. "It just feels funny, you telling me that. I always used to wonder what you did for relaxation ... and sex."
"Well, now you know. Am I embarrassing you?"
May blushed, but she shook her head. "Oh no. I, uh, well, I kinda do it all the time myself." She shrugged a little. "In fact, when I was with you-know-who, it was the only way I could get off. After he fell asleep, you know?" My daughter glanced toward me. "Mom, can I ask you a personal question?" I nodded my head and waited. "When you, uh, play with yourself, umm, what do you dream about?"
I burned to tell her everything in full detail, living color, and stereo sound, but I decided to make sure first. The fish was nibbling the bait. Would she take the hook? And would I be able to tell her that I wanted her, in my bed, right now?
