My daughter Judy

MY DAUGHTER JUDY
My daughter Judy was twelve years old when she happened to catch me masturbating. I was embarrassed at first, but she seemed interested and came right into the room, confessing that she had thought there must be something wrong with her because she had been playing with herself “down there” lately at night and in the shower when she washed herself.

I told her it was perfectly natural to play with yourself, and that all women did it. I asked her if she had ever had an orgasm, to which she replied that she didn’t know what I was talking about.

“Well, did it feel good when you played with yourself down there?”

“Yes,” she said, “But what is an orgasm?”

I told her about the wonderful feeling you could have when you stroked your vagina just right and found the clitoris, a little nub at the top of your vaginal slit.

Then I demonstrated for her, running my fingers into my vagina and quickly giving myself a cum, feeling extra turned-on by the fact that my 12 year-old daughter was watching me.

Judy was fascinated, and started playing with herself as she watched me writhe and wriggle in my orgasm. She said what she was doing still felt good, but that she didn’t feel anything like what I was apparently feeling.

I had her lie down on the bed next to me, and I gently took her fingers away from her pussy and ran my hands up between her legs, which she willingly spread open to me. I caressed her inner thighs and gradually worked my fingers up until I was stroking her hairless pussy, which was already nice and juicy with her vaginal secretions.

Then, after running my fingers up and down her slippery slit several times I found her little clitty and began stroking it. After a few strokes her little bottom began to fidget and squirm, and I kept it up until she gave a pleasurable gasp and her whole body tightened around my strumming finger. At last she relaxed, and I continued to stroke her pussy until she calmed down.

“Whew, Mom!” she said. “That was the most wonderful feeling I have ever had!” Then I kissed her and told her to go back to bed. That was just the beginning of our mother/daughter fun together.

The next morning, Judy came down to breakfast in just her panties and a t-shirt, her pert little breasts poking little bumps through the thin material.