Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2018 18:17:46 +0000 From: Chrissy Larkin Subject: The Cuddle [categories: lesbian; incest; beginnings; adult-youth; masturbation] Earlier this year, my husband started working a swing shift and doesn't get home until after midnight. The new schedule has put our sex life on hold, as you can imagine. We have one child, a daughter who is 14. After weeks of hardly any sex, I found myself feeling increasingly desperate, often daydreaming about sex and masturbating at night for some relief. In the meantime, my daughter, Polly, and I bonded at a time when most girls her age push to get out from under their mother. It didn't come easy, I had to work at it. One thing I did was to create a little ritual where we would get in our PJs, make some popcorn and cuddle up on the couch to watch TV. During these moments when it was just the two of us, I would try to make the experience fun for just us girls and, I pour myself a couple glasses of wine to help me relax. Even though Polly was now 14, she was still small for her size and it was easy for her to cuddle up on my lap while we watched TV, ate popcorn and talked. While Polly was small in stature, she had been developing and now had nice-sized breasts for a girl her age. When we cuddled, she would lean back against me and I would wrap my arm around her, so that it rested just underneath her breasts, so that I could feel them. It was on one of those nights, a warm one, which meant Polly was wearing a very light cotton top, and I had perhaps more than my usual amount of wine, that things took a turn. Polly was leaning back as we watched together and her warm little body felt comfortable and smelled nice, a fresh, youthful smell that I found alluring. I looked down at my daughter and could see her nipples were erect and clearly distinctive against the thin fabric of her top. We were chatting idly as we watched a TV game show and I mentioned to Polly how she used to cuddle up on my lap when she was little girl and suck her thumb. She sort of groaned a reply. Then I asked if she knew why she thumb-sucked. Polly shook her head, so I explained how I breastfed her and it lasted longer than normal; she was still doing it when she was three, a time when most children had been weaned from the nipple. "And now look at you, with your own lovely breasts and nipples," I continued. I couldn't see Polly's face, but I knew she was blushing. I didn't say anything else, but slowly moved my hand and touched her nipple. I still don't know what compelled me to do that, but my inhibitions were down, thanks to the wine and cozy feeling with us so close on the couch. I teased Polly gently, saying how nice and stiff they were. Polly didn't respond, but I could hear her breathing, and probably wondering what the hell was I doing. There was dead silence, my heart was beating like a hammer, but I continued to touch her nipple through her shirt and then slowly I moved my hand underneath her shirt and cupped her breast and felt her nipple, which seemed large and swollen. My mouth was dry and I knew I had gone too far, but I couldn't stop, not yet. My daughter was breathing more deeply and started to lean back, as I let my hand roam from one breast to the other. I continued to murmur words of praise for her lovely shape, and as I did, I slid my other hand inside her pajamas bottoms. Polly let out a little gasp, but rather than close her legs, she opened them up. I took that as a sign that she wanted me to continue. I ran my finger down to her pussy lips and found them soaking wet. Very gently, I stroked her with my finger while my other hand continued to massage and roll her nipples. I felt her pussy lips open up and when I touched her clit, she let out another, deeper sigh and moved her hips. I was still shaking with excitement and couldn't talk, but I didn't want to rush the moment and went slowly. Still, my little girl must have been overwhelmed because she nestled her face against my neck and let out a soft, sexy whimper. I massaged her clit just like I did my own, while cupping and caressing her little breasts that fit easily in my hand. Her whimpers turned into sexy cries of pleasure, her breathing came faster and became more ragged and then she moaned, pressing her face into my neck. I could feel her cumming in my arms, a series of convulsions, her thighs clamping down on my hand. God, it was so sweet! I let Polly calm down and hugged her. When I looked at Polly, she was flush in the face, her eyes wide open and glowing with wonder. Impulsively (again!) I gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. It sent a shiver down my spine, it felt even more intimate than having touched her! I could feel my own wetness grow stronger when our lips met. I told her this was our little secret and she nodded. I kissed Polly again, still soft and just on the lips but longer. We continued to kiss and now I was the one who softly moaned. I slid my hand back into her PJs caressed her inner thighs, then looked at Polly and simply asked, "More?" She nodded. Just as the first time, I placed one hand under her shirt and tweaked her nipples while my other hand roamed below. Polly yielded her body to me, opening her legs and resting her head on my shoulder with her face nestled against my neck. I could feel her every breath, hear every whimper. It was incredibly intoxicating to have my daughter in my arms like that, feeling her body twitch and hear the throb in her voice as I built up the pleasure inside of her and then slow it down and then build it back up until I let her release and orgasm in my arms. At one point I slid my finger down past her pussy and pleasured her anus. She wasn't expecting that, nor was she expecting it to feel so good. I knew exactly how to touch her. I was dying to take Polly's hand and have her touch me, but I didn't want to go too far this first time. Instead, I gave my darling girl, with a young woman's body, as much pleasure as I could with my fingers. When I felt her close to cumming again, I whispered to her to let go, as I stroked her faster and faster. And she repaid my efforts, crying out "Mommy! Mommy!" over and over as she shuddered and finally went limp in my arms. I hugged her tightly while my mind wandered wondering and fantasizing about what might happen next. The End I love feedback! Please respond to chrissylarkin955@outlook.com