—DISCLAIMER—
All characters in this story are 18 years of age. All characters and their relationships are fantasy.
Mary was in shock the moment she walked down the stairs at 10 in the morning, only to find her daughter rubbing her clit against a balled up blanket, staring blankly into the eyes of some whores on the TV. Even worse than that was that Emily was moaning out "mommy".
Oh god, something inside of Mary lurched in disgust at the explicit, incestuous words escaping her daughter's mouth, but something else in her felt very turned on. She felt her thin black panties getting wet as she watched her daughter moan and hump her blanket. This was so dirty, how could she get turned on looking at her own daughter masturbate? She had to put a stop to this before it went too far, so she channeled her sexual frustration into parental rage.
"And what do you think you're doing?" shouted Mary.
Emily jumped in surprise, leaping off her wet blanket and scrambling for the remote in sheer panic, trying to get the images of half-naked girls off the screen. She was just on the verge of an orgasm (although she didn't know that's what it was called) when her mommy had shouted at her, and internally, Emily was very frustrated that she had not been able to cum. Panting and red faced, Emily quickly tucked her panties and shorts back in front of her, trying not to let her mommy see what a mess she had made. Mary could tell that she had just edged her daughter away from an orgasm, and her pussy twitched in response.
"I-I wasn't-I didn't mean to- I'm so sorry mommy!" pleaded Emily, tears forming at the edges of her eyes. She clung to the blanket, hiding the wet side away from Mary and balling it up in front of her body.
"I am at a loss for words Emily, how dare you do that in the middle of our own living room! Do you know that anyone could have walked in on you? I cannot believe this..." Mary was so frustrated and angry at this betrayal of all that she knew about her innocent babygirl, but at the same time her thighs were clenched together to provide some pressure to her aching clit.
"I didn't mean to make you angry mommy, I just... I don't know how to put it! I'm so sorry mommy." Emily looked down in embarrassment, trembling in fear at what her mom would do to her.
"Move that blanket right now. What are you hiding from me?" said Mary, still fuming.
"It's nothing!" exclaimed Emily.
"Right now!" responded Mary.
"Please don't make me..." whimpered Emily. She had made such a mess, and she feared her mom asking the question how the blanket got so wet, because Emily didn't entirely understand it herself.
Mary did nothing but walk right in front of Emily and stare coldly down at her daughter. Emily slowly moved the blanket in humiliated submission, revealing a large, sticky wet patch on both the blanket and her shorts. God did Mary's pussy light up in excitement; her daughter made so much precum, just from humping a blanket? Emily didn't dare meet her mother's gaze.
For what seemed like an eternity, Mary didn't know what to say. The mother in her wanted to punish her daughter for acting so explicitly (especially in an open family area), but another part wanted to see more. So thats exactly what she asked.
Mary kneeled down in front of Emily and immediately got a whiff of her daughter's sweet pussy juice. She looked right at her daughter and said "Well? Show me the rest."
Emily slowly peeled back both her shorts and panties to reveal her smooth pussy. Her clit was red and engorged after being edged so close to an orgasm, and her entire pussy was covered in juices. Emily didn't want to look at her mommy, but after a few seconds, did anyway, daring to see her mommy inches away from her, inspecting her pussy up close and in detail. Every inch of her dripping slit was open and on display for her mommy's peering eyes. Her clit twitched in response; she wanted those warm tingles again, but didn't know how to ask. In a burst of embarrassed and frustrated emotion, Emily began to cry.
Mary's anger melted from her body as she looked up to see her daughter weeping. "She's just an adult exploring her body! I shouldn't have been so harsh..." thought Mary.
"Honey, don't cry..." she gently said, placing a motherly hand on her daughter's inner thigh in an attempt to comfort her. "You know, what you're doing is perfectly normal."
"I-It is?" said Emily, sniffling and wiping tears away.
"Yes, everybody does it. Sweetie, do you know the name of what you were just doing?" Emily shaked her head. "It's called masturbation and its perfectly normal, although I must admit I've never masturbated quite like that before."
Emily jerked her head up in shock. Her own mommy masturbates?
"I thought it was just for naughty girls..." said Emily in a low tone.
Mary chuckled "Of course not," she began to trace long strokes up and down her daughter's thigh "you're my good girl."
The words "good girl" caused Emily's cunny to twinge, she loved being praised by her mommy, and slowly the warm tickles came back to her lower stomach. Emily took a deep breath and said to her mommy what she had been thinking for awhile now.
"Mommy? Can you teach me how to masturbate?" Emily asked while gazing right into her mommy's eyes. Mary was flustered by this proposal.
"That's incest, that's wrong, I can't do something like that to my own daughter!" she thought. Yet, her hand crept further and further up her daughter's thigh, and she felt wetness dripping down her own thighs.
After a few seconds of careful debate, and a few seconds of staring at her daughter's twitching pussy, aching to be touched by a mother's hands, Mary finally acquiesced. "Fine, but you can't tell anyone. Masturbation shouldn't be something shared between a mother and daughter."
"Yes mommy! I promise." Emily beamed as she quickly took her shorts and panties off to reveal her smooth, wet, pussy, shaved clean. So innocent and so trusting, Emily spread her legs open again for her mommy.
Mary hadn't felt this turned on in her life, and she desperately wanted to just attach her mouth to her daughter's little clit and start sucking, but she knew she had to hold back. This was an educational lesson after all.
"Not so fast Emily, first mommy has to show you the basics" she said. Mary stood up and slowly took off her black panties from under her tight, black dress. She dropped her panties to the floor and sat down next to her daughter, Emily's eyes following her movements the entire time. Spreading her legs widely, she relaxed her ankles on the couch cushions, and shifted her hips forward so Emily could have an up close view of her mother's pussy. Already dripping and on edge, Mary could barely take her doe-eyed daughter staring up at her so sweetly, but nevertheless she continued.
"Mommy's cunny looks a lot different than yours, doesn't it sweetie?"
"Yes mommy" Emily replied in a curious, yet excited tone.
"First of all this," said Mary, slowly tracing her hand down through her coarse public hair and onto her large clit, "is a clitoris."
Mary began to trace light circles around her clit, causing her breath to go shaky. She had a pronounced clit that stuck out from the rest of her pussy, which only meant that she could tease her "button" with much more efficiency. She looked down at her daughter, who was concentrating hard on her mother's movements.
"Theres—ah—a lot of n-nerve endings in your c-clitoris baby. It's very sensitive." said Mary, struggling to keep composure with her daughter looking directly at her stroking her clit. "If you want to masturbate, t-this is where you touch."
Emily curiously peeked down at her own body, not seeing any clit sticking out. She tried in vain to push back some skin, but could only find a tiny nub, nothing like her mommy's. She began to reach for it and copy her mommy's motion, until Mary reached out and grabbed Emily's hand back.
"Be patient Emily, I haven't finished showing you the basics yet."
Returning to her circular stroking, Mary then took her other hand and teased her labia.
"This is the labia minora, and it also feels v-very good to rub. At the bottom here though-ah-, is the vagina. This is where you came from."
"It also," Mary continued "has a very special spot on the inside t-that feels very good to touch. Do you want to touch mommy's special spot?" Emily nodded enthusiastically. Mary picked up the pace of her stroking, god she was so turned on. The concept of her own daughter fingering her in her g-spot, reaching into the very hole she had come out of 18 years ago, was too much to handle and it made her pussy leak like never before. Her juices ran down her ass and onto the couch, leaving a wet spot just like Emily on her blanket.
Mary reached out and guided her daughter's hands to her pussy, where she slowly teased her entrance with Emily's soft middle finger. "Whenever you're ready, p-push that finger into mommy, and push up." She let go of her daughter's wrist, she didn't want to know exactly when her daughter was going to penetrate her.
Taking a few glances up to her mommy, and trying to disregard the shaky breathing and stifled moans, Emily slowly pushed her way into her mother's pussy. It was so warm and wet and she could feel her mommy's muscles clench tightly around her little finger. Mary stroked faster, this was so wrong but it felt so good, oh god.
"Oohhh..good girl...mmmm good girl finger mommy juuust like that."
Curling her fingers upwards Emily found a rough patch of skin, and pressing harder into it she heard her mommy moan loudly in esctacy.
"Babygirl don't stop.. oh god ohhh yes!" Her daughter massaged her g-spot with just the right pressure and Mary vigorously circled her clit as she felt an orgasm building inside of her.
"Ahhh.. oh mommy's gonna cum for you babygirl.. ahh ah!" Mary looked down to make direct eye contact with her daughter as an orgasm ripped through her body like never before. Her daughter's big eyes staring right up into her mother's while her finger was buried deep inside her pussy made Mary quake and twitch with pleasure. Wave after wave came over her, until finally her body relaxed, Mary panting and numb in post-orgasmic pleasure.
She grabbed her daughter's hand and slowly removed it from her still twitching pussy, Emily's fingers soaked in her mommy's juices.
"That, was an orgasm sweetie."
Emily stared up in awe at her mommy, sweet and sticky liquid dripping down her hand. Almost instinctively she began to lick and suck on her fingers, trying to get every drop possible off (a move that surprised Mary quite a bit). It tasted so good, creamy and sweet, and Emily craved more of it.
