It was about 7 months ago that my life took a major change for the better. That was the day that Bree, my beautiful daughter, and I first made love. Before that, life was pretty good, since then it's been damn near perfect. Bree and I play whenever we get the chance, during the day if it's a slow day at work, other times we stay late. The absolute best days, though, were the ones with a light workload when we could also stay late. It was on one of those wonderful days that set the stage for one of the happiest days of my life.
Bree and I were laying in bed after a long afternoon of play, enjoying the warmth and tenderness of cuddling when she asked, "Mom, what's it feel like to have sex?"
"Well, unless I hallucinated the past couple of hours, I think you've got a pretty good idea of what sex is like."
"I don't mean like that, Mom. What we've been doing is amazing, but what's it like doing it the way a man and a woman do?"
"Well, depending on your partner, it can be either amazing or a terrible disappointment. Mechanically, though, it's a bit like using a dildo on yourself."
"I've, um, I've never done that."
"Oh. Oh! Have you put anything in yourself?"
"Just my fingers. I kinda want the first time that I really have anything in my pussy to be with another person."
"Well, there's no need to rush, baby. You only get one first time, so make sure it's special and with someone special." I flashed back to my first time, a Milwaukee's Best fueled fumbling in the back-seat of a Camaro in a K-Mart parking lot. I wanted my baby to have much better.
"I think... I think I've found the person that I want to be with."
"Oh? And who's the lucky guy?" I hoped the surge of jealousy wasn't obvious. I loved being intimate with my daughter, but I also loved her as a mother, and wanted her to be happy.
"It's not a guy. I don't want to lose my virginity, or have it taken. I want to give it, freely and with love. I want to give it to you, Mom."
I lay there silently for a moment, taking in what Bree had just said. The silence must have unnerved her, because she said, "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to freak you out."
"You didn't freak me out, baby. I'm just surprised. Very pleasantly so. Ya know, your Dad's going to be out of town for a weekend at the end of the month, and a friend has been bugging me to take some photos of her new line of wedding dresses. We can have you model one of them, then pretend it's your wedding night and make it really special."
"Can we... can we not pretend?"
"What do you mean, baby?"
"Can we get married? I mean, I know we can't tell anyone or have a ceremony, and it won't be a legal thing, but that's not the important part is it? The important part's the promise to love each other forever, right?" The words had been spilling out of Bree like a flood, but suddenly she slowed, crestfallen, like she was afraid she had crossed a line and ruined everything. "It's ok if you don't want to. I understand."
"Baby, you didn't give me a chance to respond. Taking you as my bride would make me the happiest woman alive. I think we should write our own vows, to capture how special our relationship is."
"I love that idea, Mom! Ya know what else I'd love?"
"What's that, baby?"
"To have you sitting on my face."
"Well, whatever my baby wants, my baby gets."
I had a lot to do, but the next couple of weeks still passed at a glacial pace. I told my husband my plans, leaving out the part where I planned to spend the weekend in bed with our daughter, and he helped me decorate our garden for the shoot. I keep a flower garden in our back yard; it's quite lovely if I do say so myself. With my husband's help, it was beautiful, with an arch decorated with roses.
The weekend finally arrived. My husband had an early flight, so he was gone before the sun came up. I let Bree sleep in a bit while I made breakfast for us; she was going to have a long day ahead of her. The smell of coffee finally summoned my darling daughter. She came in wearing sweatpants, an old t-shirt and severe bed-head and she looked so unbelievably sexy that I wanted to take her right then and there. It took all of my self-control, but I settled for a kiss, knowing that postponing the pleasure would only make tonight more exciting.
As soon Bree was gone, I put the silk sheets on our bed. I love the way they feel on my skin, but my husband prefers the practicality of cotton, so we only use the silk for special occasions. My daughter's first time definitely counts as a special occasion. That done, I jumped into the shower to get ready for the day. As I soaped myself up, I fantasized that it was Bree's hands caressing my body. My hand made its way down to stroke my wet pussy and I wished it was my daughter fingering me. I forced myself to stop before reaching orgasm; I didn't want to cum until it was with Bree.
I got out of the shower and quickly dried off. Well, mostly. My pussy was still soaking wet. I was worried about having a visible wet spot all day, so I considered wearing a pad to keep from soaking through my clothes. I decided against it, though. I wanted Bree to see the effect she has on her Mommy. To protect my pants, I pulled a pair of yoga shorts on over my panties, then put my pants on. That'd keep my pants clean while still giving my baby girl a soaked pair of panties. I think I looked quite striking in my tuxedo.
My timing was impeccable. The first model showed up just a few minutes after I had finished dressing. My first model was Jessica, a stunning redhead, with a very pronounced hourglass figure. I knew she was coming and what her body shape was, so I was ready for her with the first dress picked out. What I wasn't ready for was finding out that she was not even remotely shy. I was going to point her to the small dressing room I had set up for the models, but she started stripping down before I could. Oh well, I wasn't going to complain about seeing that sexy body.
I put Jessica in a corset-style dress. She didn't need the waist-cinching, but it hugged her form beautifully and really highlighted her breasts. She gave a twirl and asked, "How do I look?"
"Even better than I could've hoped. You and that dress are a perfect match."
"Thanks! It makes me feel so sexy. I love the way it shows off my tits."
"Mmm, so do I. Anyway, shall we?" I guided her out to the garden and we started our photo shoot. I got a lot of good photos, then we went back inside for her to change to the second dress. Again, she didn't bother with the changing screen and, again, I was happy for that.
"You have a beautiful body. Have you ever thought of doing some nude modeling?"
"Haven't really thought about it. I might consider it, though, if you're offering to be my photographer."
