Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2008 09:09:23 -0800 (PST) From: Jan None Subject: Sanitary Napkins (lesbian/incest, f/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts incest between mother and daughter. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2008 Jan, All rights reserved. Please mail to janmay699@yahoo.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Sanitary Napkins By Jan My parents named me Karla after one of my grandmothers. I was always self-conscious about the amount of body hair I had. I had thick eyebrows, facial hair and even hairs around my nipples and being a little overweight, not that I'm fat or anything. I was just a little too plump. As I grew up and never considered myself attractive. I hated the color of my long brown hair. I thought my mom was the most beautiful woman on earth. Her name was Heidi. She was very pretty. Her hair was fashionably short and she was always experimenting with new styles. She was always fighting to keep her weight down and she did manage to never vary more than one dress size. But she was always looking for that magic diet that would keep her weight down. I have one sister who is four years older than me and a couple of sisters much younger. I was never close to them because they were so young. To me they were nothing but shitty diapers to be changed all of the time. Her mother's second husband's child support went a long way towards making ends meet. She worked for Social Services because she had been in and out of the system so much. We lived in a suburb of Detroit at the time. It was not the best neighborhood to grow up in. We lived in a modest home but because of all of the cutbacks at the automobile plants there were a lot of foreclosed homes that were abandoned. They became the hangouts for youthful street gangs, drug dealers and derelicts. It was not safe for a girl to walk the streets. The remaining families did their best to keep the streets safe. At least our family was fortunate enough to afford a three bedroom house. When the younger sisters came along my older sister and I moved into the basement for a little privacy. We did our best to make the basement into a viable living space for the two of us. The only thing we did not have down there was a bathroom. We had to go upstairs to do our thing. When I was almost 16-years old, one of my friends had a job as a lifeguard at the city swimming pool. I wanted to get a job working there too. I started training and studying to take the test. At least the swimming trimmed my figure down some. When it came time to take the written test and the swimming test, as luck would have it, I got my period the night before. I told my Mom, she told me she would help me. She told me to use "Tampons". That was no big deal, I knew about them. Mom took it upon herself to take me in the bathroom and show me how to insert one. I watched as she took off her panties and placed one foot on top of the toilet seat. I was sitting on the bathtub rim watching her as she inserted the cardboard cylinder into her pussy. She used two fingers on either side of her vagina and pressed the flesh to force her pussy open. I had seen the hairs on her pussy before but this was the first time I ever got a good look at her pussy. When she had the tube in place she used the plunger to insert the absorbent material in her pussy before pulling the tube out, leaving the string dangling out of her pussy. Then she changed places with me. When I had my panties off and one foot on the toilet seat my mother used her thumb and fingers to part my pussy. It felt so strange to have someone touch my pussy even it was an innocent demonstration. When she removed the paper tube she asked me how it felt. All I could think of saying was that it felt strange. She asked me to follow her into her bedroom. I followed her into her bedroom without even thinking about the fact that we had left our panties in the bathroom. Mom laid down on the bed as she invited me to join her while she talked to me about our bodies. She introduced the subject of masturbation by telling me that she knew I was masturbating but she was sure it would feel better if she masturbated me until I had an orgasm. While she was talking to me she started rubbing herself. She had pulled her dress up to expose her crotch before she started playing with herself. I could not believe my mother did things like that. I was fascinated as I watched her bring herself to an orgasm. Our family was not shy about walking around the house in the naked but this was far beyond just casually walking around naked. She was so casual about the way she was talking I felt comfortable about it. She was assuring me that it was okay for me to masturbate. To prove her point she placed the hand that had been stimulating her own clit on my pussy and started rubbing my vulva. It felt so good the way she was rubbing me. It was so thrilling I thought I would pee all over her bed. I could not help humping her fingers as they invaded my pussy. I never loved my mother more that at that moment. I melted under her persistent probing. It was more relaxing that visiting a masseuse or a chiropractor. When I climaxed she was very gentle. She rolled me over and rubbed my shoulders and back. She kneaded my butt. She laid on top of me and while I could feel her tits resting on my back she stuck her finger into my asshole. I could not believe my own mother would find that exciting. I was even more astonished when she turned me back over and I saw her sucking on the finger that had just been in my ass. She peeled my clothes off of me before she administered the same devotion to my breasts that she had shown to my butt. It was an unbelievable thrill when she sucked on my nipples. I was going crazy by the time her hand reached my pussy. She masturbated me again she manipulated my clitoris until I climaxed and it felt even better than the first time. That was so enjoyable I slept on her bed until morning. I did pass the tests the next day and got the job. I did enjoy being in control of the pool. Any punks that got out of line I would kick them out of the pool. As I became more comfortable with the power, I was able to assume more control. I gained in confidence and when I was home alone with Mom I would make sure to renew our relationship. We were spending so much time in bed with each other Mom knew my body better than me. One evening when we were alone she started me off masturbating me as usual but without warning she leaned over my body and placed her mouth right on my pussy. I had heard about women doing that to other women but would not have believed my mother would do that sort of thing. She used her tongue to stimulate my clitoris even better than she did with her fingers. She spent a long time down there sucking on my pussy and even did it while sticking a finger up my ass. I had thought nothing could be better that her masturbating me but little did I know. I had to find out what she tasted like too. She wrapped her legs around my neck and locked her ankles as if I was planning to get away. At one point I did raise up so that I lifted her butt up so I could stick my finger in her asshole like she did to me. One evening she had a personal battery powered vibrator hidden under her pillow. She rubbed the end against my pussy opening until it was wet before she inserted it. When I got used to the thing in my pussy she moved the switch and the thing began to hum. The vibration was like a nerve was attached to my brain and teeth. I could not believe what she was doing to me just when I thought I could not take any more she turned it up to high speed and I went into a quivering climax that caused me to pass out. When I recovered I had to use her toy on her. She did respond to the toy just like I had but it took much longer to get her off. I don't know if my sisters ever figured out what was going on between us. I never discussed it with my older sister. She was almost ready to move away from home when Mom and I started having sex with each other. Eventually I made the move out on my own too. That did not stop our relationship at all. Whenever she comes to visit she brings her toys and any new ones she wants to try out. When I return home I get to sleep with her. I suspect my younger half sisters are also becoming beneficiaries of mom's special tutoring. I hope you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like told please send your mail to janmay699@yahoo.com