MEMORIES OF MY DAUGHTER POLLY
I was wakened in the early hours by an eddy of cool air under the duvet. My brain struggled for a few seconds, before I realised that is was caused by my little girl, getting in beside me. Little girl? Well, she is nearly twenty, but still my little girl.
'Mummy - I had a bad dream,' you said in a quiet voice.
'Polly darling,' I whispered back. 'Come to mummy then. I'll look after you.'
And I wrapped my arms round your warm body, smelling it's freshness, drawing you close to me. Mmm! You are so very cuddly. You responded by hiding your face in the throat of my neck. I could feel your breath on my skin. Your left arm was over my breasts. I know you are fascinated by my tits. You always were, even as a baby. You loved to suckle and gaze on them for ages.
I know they're rather large and squashy, with big areolae and large nipples, like small plums, but you like them that way. So does your father - when he's at home. When I was feeding you, they were bursting with milk, like balloons! You were a greedy baby!
I know you want to suckle them at this moment, but seem a bit reluctant. Why darling? Perhaps you're a bit embarrassed, because your own breasts are smaller, with paler colored nipples. Never mind darling - they're lovely. I push my face into your beautiful silver-blonde hair, rubbing my nose gently on the scalp, smelling you - my little girl. You smell divine! You're a gorgeous young lady. How did I come to have such a beauty?
'Go on Polly, darling,' I whisper in your ear. 'Suckle them gently. It'll help to calm your mind. Settle you down again. Just imagine you're a baby at her mummy's breast.' Which is what I know you want to do, and I open the top of my pyjamas, lifting the right one to offer to your mouth. I hear your intake of breath as your lips envelop the swollen teat. You moan very softly. I can hardly feel your lips move as they murmur 'Mummy! Mmmm!' Your lips suck lightly and avidly.
I drop my head back, delighting in the heavenly feel of my nipples being sucked. I adore it. It makes me feel all woman. Wanted. Needed. I may be turned forty, but I feel the need for sexual stimulation as never before. I love to masturbate darling. To caress my own body. Rouse it to heights of lust. These thoughts come to my half-asleep brain as I cuddle my little girl to my breast.
Without really thinking, my hand reaches for your bottom, the pads of my fingers gliding over the silky softness. You have a perfect bum, Polly. I know you like it being stroked. I feel your muscles ripple in response, and your sucking getting a bit more intense on my nipples. Then your left thigh is hoisted over my loins to open up the cleft dividing the cheeks of your bum.
My fingers quickly move to explore the valley between, moist and quite hot. I can't resist running the tips of my middle fingers round the rim of the little rose you have there. It's a strange, erotic feeling, dabbling your fingers in your daughter's bum. I wonder if you'll move it away? But you moan softly, pushing lightly against my hand. Gosh! You want me to reach through to put my hand on your pussy, I think.
But I want to take my time with you. Enjoy every little feel of you. Softly, softly. You may change your mind if I rush.
Then I freeze. Fucking hell, Polly! Your hand is rubbing over my belly, seeking the navel to dabble in it, before slipping into the covering of hair on my groin. Wow! It's no use - I can't help it - my loins flutter beneath your fingers, and you must know by that, that mummy's getting rather horny.
Then I realize, that's what you want! You want to work me up! You want to control my lust!
I can almost feel you smiling happily against my breast, cuddling closer, pressing your fingers against the groin. This time, the involuntary moan is from my lips, gasping softly. My little girl's fingers examining her mummy's groin, a tentative finger slipping into the crease at one side of the inner thigh, slowly feeling the silky softness of the outer labia with curiosity. Gosh little Polly! You have sensitive fingers. You know how to tease. You're deliberately teasing me, you naughty little girl.
I should put a stop to this straight away. I'm your Mummy! But, fucking hell... I know what you want - you want Mummy to make love to you. Polly! You do, really, don't you? Mmm! Me too you little beautiful devil! I jerk as your fingers brush against my fat clit. Oh, please! I want my little girl to make love to me!
I'm feeling distinctly randy by this time. I want you to slip those long fingers between my labia, to feel the juices flowing - just for you. But hang on. Don't rush things. Oh shit!! Those dabbling fingers. They're sending me crazy!
'Play with Mummy's pussy, Polly,' I mutter hoarsely. 'Go on! Play, play, play.'
I decide that I must get you so horny that you'll scream for release! So that you'll play with me more. My fingers slide away from your bum and stroke the top of your inner thigh, the thumb touching against the vulva as I push my hand down, then back up the other thigh. Your legs open even wider, urging me to reach into the secret little pocket of wet flesh, wanting contact with my fingers. The thought of exploring my daughters private center is mind boggling. It's nothing like handling other women's pussies. It special. It's different. It's exciting. Fucking hell, Polly!