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."
"Yeah, I'd love to work with you again."
"You know, I'd be more comfortable with it if you were nude, too."
"Are you coming on to me?"
"Well, let's just say I wouldn't mind if you were cumming on me."
"I'm really flattered and, believe me, I would love to, but I have a strict policy about not sleeping with clients or models."
"That's too bad. I'd still like to see that body of yours, even if I can't play with it, though."
"Well, we'll see. I'll need to run it by my assistant to see if she'd be ok with that."
"Ooh, is she as hot as you?"
"She looks almost exactly like I did when I was 19."
"Well, now I'm really intrigued. Listen, if you promise not to share with anyone other than your 'assistant', you can take some photos now. Get a sneak preview of what you'd get to see if we did an all-nude shoot."
I gave her my word and readied my camera. Jessica gathered her hair up like she was going to put it into a ponytail, which showed off her slender neck while pulling her shoulders back and lifting her breasts. I grabbed a few photos, before she let her hair down and started tweaking her nipple with one hand as the other hand snaked its way down into her panties. I couldn't actually see what Jessica was doing, but the movement of her hand and the sounds made it pretty clear what she was doing. I sat the camera aside and enjoyed the show as Jessica fingered herself to an orgasm that left her legs wobbly. She pulled her hand out of her panties and held it out so that I could see two of her fingers were coated with her thick, white cream. Jessica extended her tongue and ran it seductively along her finger, gathering her cream. She smiled, then put the finger in her mouth and sucked it clean with a moan.
"Mmm, so good. You want a taste?" Jessica offered her other cream-coated finger to me. I knew I should decline, but her scent was so intoxicating. I took her finger in my mouth and sucked it clean. If Jessica's pussy smelled good, it tasted amazing. "You like that? There's more where that came from."
I was saved from my urge to drop to my knees and taste Jessica from the source by a knock on the door. It was my next pair of models. Jessica got into the second dress, while I let them in. I showed them the dresses that I wanted them to model and where they could change, then went out to finish up the shoot with Jessica. We finished our shoot and Jessica left with a sultry, "I hope to work with you again... soon," parting.
The shoot with my two new models was uneventful. Beautiful women, elegant dresses; one would change while the other was being photographed. We finished up in just a little over an hour. That gave me a chance to grab a quick lunch, put away the previous models' dresses and prepare for the next models. I was looking forward to the next shoot. My friend had some dresses for an "alternative aesthetic" and I knew two beauties who would be perfect.
I heard a knock at the door and rushed to welcome Rose and Annika. They didn't know it, but Rose and Annika were a big part of the reason that I'd be getting to fuck my daughter later that night. The last time we worked with them, we took photos and video of them having sex and it left Bree and me so incredibly horny that, well, one thing led to another, which ultimately led to Bree eating my pussy.
The first pair of dresses were very form-fitting; Annika in carmine red velvet and Rose in a black silk dress that looks stunning against her alabaster skin. As I was taking photos of Annika, Rose said, "I must admit, I'm a bit disappointed that that lovely assistant of yours isn't here."
"Oh, Bree's out getting ready for the final shoot of the day. She's going to be modeling for me."
