Shelby had never thought of her self as a very sexual being. She thought she was just like every other person on the planet. She never thought that touching herself was dirty or wrong. Pleasure couldn't be dirty could it? Her explorations of her body were all very innocent. If it felt good, she did it. However, it wasn't long before Shelby realized the rest of the world didn't see her sexuality the same way she did.
It wasn't long after her 18th birthday, and she had been on the couch with her mother and father watching some inane little romantic drama. The two main characters were making love in the movie and Shelby began to feel the telltale tingle of arousal, slipping her hand down she gently rubbed her self. It took a few moments before her mother realized what she was doing, but when she did all hell broke loose.
That night, her mother had cried and screamed at Shelby and asked her where she had learned to do that. Her mother was sure some evil person had molested and defiled her innocent daughter. A quick session with a therapist assured Mother that it was natural exploration and that she shouldn't make Shelby feel guilty for learning about her body. Her mother relayed this begrudgingly to her daughter, adding in the fact that touching yourself was something you did in private and never in front of other people. However, it was clear that her mother didn't approve of such behavior whether in public or private.
Shelby realized that day, that nothing would really be the same between her and her mother. They might have the same DNA, but they were different people in fundamental ways that would never really allow them to be very close. Her mother's disapproval was practically tangible in the air.
So Shelby taught her self how to please her body in secret. At night she would lay in bed, running her hands across her body. A stroke here, a gentle pinch there; Masturbating became an art form to her and she practiced religiously. She could bring herself to the brink and back off until finally allowing herself the sweet release of an orgasm to crash over her body. As she matured, her own hands began to not be quite enough. Her body ached to be touched by someone else.
She had grown up looking lovely. She looked like sin wrapped up in a blanket of wickedness. She was average height, but with her wide hips, full butt and tiny waist, she was built like the movie stars of old. Her full lips were always stuck in an unconscious pout, but they turned up at the corners like she knew a secret that she wasn't telling anyone. Her nose was too large for her to be considered classically beautiful, but her ice blue eyes led many people to call her stunning. Hers was a face that was not easily forgotten.
Silly little 18 year old boys became her new tools of masturbation. She realized at a fairly young age that she had a strange ability to control boys. Often she didn't even need to use sex outright, the promise of it was usually enough to manipulate a man to her needs.
Just like with her own explorations, the fumbling ministrations of teenage boys quickly became old and it wasn't long before she no longer felt satisfied by a quick trip in the back of Johnny's daddy's car.
She began finding new ways to get her heart racing. It probably all harkened back to that first day she was caught by her parents. She would curl up on the couch with her parents, wrapped up in a blanket watching a movie. Half an hour into the movie, she would slip her hand below her waistband and begin to masturbate. The threat of discovery lent an dangerous air to those episodes and she never had trouble bringing herself to an earth shattering orgasm. She was always careful to minimize her movement trying to control the undulation of her hips as that wonderful pressure built up inside her.
She would accidentally leave her door open a crack as she masturbated, not bothering to really conceal her moans of pleasure. She didn't think her parents had noticed her new daring behavior until one particular night.
She was watching a movie with her dad while her mom was off at some business dinner with colleagues. She was curled against his side and he had put his arm around her and was gently rubbing her arm. She hadn't planned on one of her little escapades that night, but the feel of his fingers on her skin convinced her otherwise. Careful not to jostle him she slowly slipped her hand lower beneath the blanket till it she cupped her mound. Slowly she applied some pressure. She released and did it again. She gently rubbed her clit with two fingers, stroking it until she could feel her juices pooling in her pussy lips. Her breathing slowed and she tried to keep her composure.
This was the first time, she had masturbated curled up against her father, and the naughtiness of the physical contact was making her more aroused than she'd ever been before. She didn't even realize it but her hips started to rock back and forth against her own hand. Her breathing quickened until she was panting softly. She didn't even notice her father's other hand slip below the blanket until it covered her own hand.
"Stop." he whispered in her ear. She realized he had known what she was doing and jerked her hand away automatically. His hand dropped down to where hers had been and the accidental brush of his fingers on her clit sent her orgasm through her. Without even meaning to, Shelby squeezed her thighs down on her father's hand. Riding out her orgasm with his hand trapped against her. Once she realized what she had done, she parted her thighs and looked up at him guiltily. She was expecting screams and yelling like what her mother had done to her before. So she was surprised to see that while her daddy's cheeks were stained pink, he was looking intently at the TV, avoiding all eye contact with her.
"I'm sorry Daddy," she whimpered, tears coming unbidden to her eyes. He looked down at her tenderly and cupped her face, brushing the tears away with his thumb.
