As I shifted to a sitting position on the bed, propped against a couple of pillows, I told Kerie to sit right in front of me so she’d have a good view of everything. At her request, I was showing my 8-year-old daughter how to masturbate.
“The way it works best for me, usually,” I began, “is to close my eyes and very gently run my fingertips over my naked body. Not touching hard, just grazing my skin, almost like tickling, only better.”
Starting between my breasts, I trailed my fingers down over my belly, then onto the top of my thighs, then slowly up the inside of my thighs, almost but not quite touching my sex, then up the sides of my body, gently over my now fully erect nipples, around the back of my neck, up to my cheeks and to my mouth, where I licked my fingers and caressed my lips, licked my fingers again, then lowered them to my breasts where I rubbed the wetness onto the very tips of my nipples. This made me shiver with excitement.
I briefly opened my eyes to make sure Kerie was watching me. She was rapt, staring at my body, at my stiff nipples. And she was touching herself too, fondling her tiny pink immature nipples. I didn’t think they could become erect at her age, but I was pleased to see her trying.
Then I continued the demonstration, closing my eyes again. I toyed with my nipples, running my fingertips in circles around them, gently moving my fingers over them and tugging them. My pussy was becoming very wet.
“When my nipples are really hard, when I’ve played with them and teased them very gently like this until they’re throbbing so much it’s almost painful, because they want to be squeezed and maybe sucked.”
“Sucked?” asked Kerie.
“Yes, when, um, sometimes when two people make love, one partner can suck the other partner’s nipples, and it —”
“You mean like a baby?” she interrupted.
I looked at her. She was pinching her little nipples, apparently trying to make them grow.
“Well, yes,” I told her, “you certainly can suck a woman’s nipples the way a baby does. But you can also kiss them, of course, and lick them, and even bite them, gently, but sucking them is just so delicious. It feels incredibly good.”
“My nipples are maybe not big enough for you to suck ‘em, right?”
I managed to keep myself from laughing. She was so precious.
“No, lover, probably not. But that doesn’t mean I couldn’t kiss your little nipples, or lick them. That might feel nice for you.”
“Will you try that later tonight?”
“Yes, I will, if you want me to.”
“I do want you to.”
“Anyway,” I continued, “when my nipples get really hard like this, then I start playing with them a little more roughly. See? Like this. I pinch them and squeeze them and pull on them. Sometimes I squeeze my whole breasts with my hands. When I’m getting excited, the way I am right now, that feels really good.”
My eyes were open at this point, as they would be if I was masturbating by myself.
“I like to look at my nipples while I’m playing with them. I lick my fingers and rub the wetness over the tips — that really gets me going — and sometimes I even try to lift my breast up toward my mouth so I can lick the end of my nipple, like this.”
“Wow,” sighed my daughter, as she watched my licking my erect nipples. “I couldn’t do that.”
“Not yet.” I smiled at her. “But maybe when you get bigger.”
“I hope so,” she said.
“And then,” I told her, “after I’ve played with my tits and my nipples and gotten myself very excited, then it’s time for me to start playing with my pussy. By this time, my pussy is usually pretty wet. In fact, I can tell I’m already very wet right now. Can you see it? Does it look wet to you?”
“Let me look.” My little girl crouched down low, on her elbows, peering into my crotch. I opened my legs wide for her.
“Yeah! I see it!” she exclaimed “Can I touch it?”
“Well, sweetheart, normally I would say yes, but since I’m supposed to be showing you how I masturbate, maybe we should wait on that for a bit.”
“Hm. Okay.”
“So, usually then I start by gently rubbing the skin here over the top of my clit. Remember how I told you the clitoris is very sensitive and you have to be careful how you touch it?”
“Uh-huh.”
“But if you just move your fingers like this, you’re stimulating the clit without having to touch it directly. It feels really good, and it also makes me get even wetter.”
Kerie was bent over, trying to see her own pubis. I think she was looking for her clit.
“Honey,” I said, “after Mommy’s done, I’ll help you and we’ll see if you can give yourself an orgasm by touching, okay?”
She looked up at me and nodded, smiling.
“But right now, Mommy is very wet and very excited, and I have to make myself come while you watch.”
“Ooh, goodie!” She laid on her belly right in front of me, her chin propped up on her little hands.
I was still rubbing my clit the way I’d showed her. I was so wet and very eager to start fucking myself, but I wanted to give her a proper demonstration, so I forced myself to take it slow.
“Next, I… I usually slide my hand down like this, in between my pussy lips. Mmm, god that feels good. And then I reach inside my vagina a little bit and get the ends of my fingers all wet, like this, and then I rub the wetness all over the inside of my lips, like this, and up onto my clit. Oh fuck that’s nice. Sorry, honey about the language. Couldn’t help it.”
“That’s okay,” she giggled.
“At this point, you can pull back the skin that’s covering your clit, like this, see? And then very gently sort of tickle the sides of the clit and even the end of it, where it’s most sensitive. Oh!” My body jerked as I stimulated myself directly.
“If you keep your fingers wet, either by licking them, or even better just by getting the wetness from your pussy, you can play with your clit like this, and it’s really easy then to make yourself come. Or it is for me anyway.”
“Are you gonna come now?” Kerie asked.
“In a minute. Because even though I could come that way, sweetie, I usually prefer to bring myself by putting my fingers inside my vagina.” I spread my pussy lips wide apart, showing her the wet red opening of my cunt.
I saw my daughter’s eyes go wide as she looked at my sex. I’m sure she could smell my arousal too, and perhaps even feel the heat coming from my cunt, her face was so close to me.
“Now I’m going to use that word again, which is not really a bad word, just a word you have to be careful when and where you use it. The word is ‘fuck’ — because I’m going to fuck my pussy now while you watch me.”
My sweet baby girl scooted in even closer as I slowly inserted the middle finger of my right hand deeply inside myself, as far as it would go. I groaned, and as I reached my g-spot and rubbed it, I felt my mouth watering and my nipples tingling. I was going to be able to come very quickly.
I slowly pulled the finger out of my vagina and showed Kerie how wet it was, before raising it to my mouth, rubbing the savory fluids over my lips and the tip of my tongue. At the same time, I slipped the first finger of my left hand partway into my pussy and continued fucking myself.
Then I put my right hand back down to my cunt, but this time pushed two fingers inside, pressing them in deeply, then started moving them in and out faster and faster, as I fondled my clit with the other hand.
“Mommy’s going to come,” I told my daughter. “Mommy’s gonna come while you watch. I’m fucking my pussy and I’m gonna come for you, honey. Mommy’s gonna come for her lit—”
The climax suddenly struck, jolting my body. As I clenched both hands over my pussy, groaning in ecstasy, I felt warm juices spilling out between my fingers. I shuddered repeatedly as wave after wave of the powerful orgasm crashed through me.
“Oh fuck yes…” I finally said when I could catch my breath and speak again. “That’s so good.”
I opened my eyes and look down and saw Kerie’s face just in front of my sex. She was staring at my cunt and licking her lips. I reached out my left hand and caressed her cheek, getting my wetness on her.
I wanted so badly in that moment to take her head in my hands and pull her in, bring her mouth against my pussy, tell her to put her little tongue inside me, and then fuck her face until I came all over her.
And as I thought those horrible, forbidden, wonderfully exciting thoughts about having my daughter eat my cunt, I was suddenly ready to come once more.
“Kerie, watch me,” I said, “Mommy’s going to come again.”
All I had to do was pull my two hands together up and down inside my slit a couple of times, my thumbs reaching up to fondle my clit, my fingertips teasing the opening of my vagina, and within only a few seconds, I was climaxing again.
This one was not quite as intense, but it was a long, warm, very wet and completely satisfying orgasm. I was able to keep my eyes open through most of it, looking down at my hands while they massaged my sex, and at my daughter as she watched her mommy masturbate.
When my climax began to subside, I lifted one of my hands from my pussy and brought it to my mouth. I slid the dripping fingers between my lips and sucked my fluids.
“What are you doing?” asked Kerie.
“I’m tasting myself.”
“Why?”
“Well, because it tastes good, and because it makes me feel sexy.” I raised my other hand to my face and licked and sucked my fingers.
“Can I taste it?” she asked.
I smiled. “You want to see how my pussy tastes?”
“Uh-huh. Does it taste good?”
“Oh, I don’t know, I guess that’s for you to decide. But I think it does.”
I put my hands between my legs again and held my pussy lips wide open. “Do you really want to taste Mommy’s wet pussy?”
I realized I was deliberately tempting her, or maybe tempting myself, trying to see if I could get Kerie not just to lick my fingers but to lick me directly, to lick my pussy, to have oral sex with her mother.
I burned with desire for her that way, though there was also a stern part of me that told me I was crossing a line — as if I hadn’t crossed so many already! — and that insisted there was a big difference between what we’d done so far and actually having oral sex with my daughter.
Maybe it was that stern part of me I listened to, because instead of pulling my daughter’s face into my cunt that night, or even just putting my finger inside myself and then holding it out to give her a taste, I sat up and said, “But now, we have to do what you said you wanted, remember? You wanted to try it yourself, and have me help you.”
She got to her knees, an eager look in her eyes. “Yeah, I do!”
So, we switched positions. I had Kerie lean against the pillows, as I’d been doing, and I settled between her outstretched legs to watch, instruct, and perhaps even assist my little girl in her first attempt at masturbation.
She began doing the things I’d demonstrated for her, starting with running her fingertips over her body, which she seemed to enjoy. I reached out at one point to show her how the fingers should brush the skin only very lightly. I used my own hand, floating it across her little belly. Her body shivered with excitement when I touched her that way.
But when it came to caressing her breasts and fondling her nipples, that didn’t work as well. My 8-year-old child simply didn’t have any breasts yet, and her nipples were so undeveloped that their response to her stimulation was minimal at best.
We decided instead to focus on her pussy. I instructed her in gently stroking the smooth, sensitive skin on her inner thigh, drawing the tips of her fingers slowly up and down, a little higher each time, until she was touching the outside of her labia.
This seemed to go a little better. She was becoming aroused, it appeared, so after she caressed herself that way for a minute or two, I told her the next thing was to put one hand at the top of her vulva and the other at the bottom. She should rub herself there, stimulating her clit with her top hand, while massaging and then gradually opening her pussy lips with her other hand.
She did her best, but unfortunately her body didn’t seem ready to respond the way she and I were hoping it would. As I’d feared, she apparently wasn’t quite old enough yet.
This whole thing, of course, was a completely new experience for my daughter. She’d never done anything like it before. And although she tried hard and really wanted to be able to masturbate like I’d shown her, ultimately the effort seemed to bring her more frustration than satisfaction.
After about ten minutes of rubbing herself as I’d suggested, it became obvious that it was going nowhere. Kerie seemed disappointed, and I tried to reassure her.
I scooted up next her on the bed and gave her a hug. “Honey, it’s okay. Remember, I told you I didn’t think girls your age could probably do it that way. In another two or three years, though, I’m pretty sure you’ll be able to.”
“But that’s too long.”
“I know.” I smiled to myself as I kissed her cheek. “Everything seems like forever when you’re little. And maybe it won’t even take that long — you can keep trying, right? Plus, we already know you can make yourself come by playing our game.”
“Yeah,” she sighed as she looked down at her hairless slit. She moved her hand back there and started touching herself again. “I just wish I could do it this way too.”
Without even thinking about what I was doing, I placed my hand over hers, covering it, then started moving as if I was masturbating myself. I held Kerie’s fingers in mine, guiding them.
She lifted her face to look at me. I smiled, whispering, “Maybe Mommy can help you do it this way.”
I kissed my daughter gently on the lips. Then she kissed me. Then I kissed her again with more intensity.
With a hand behind her head, I pulled her face closer to mine, kissing her passionately. I opened my mouth and teased her lips with my tongue. With a soft moan, my little girl parted her lips and let me slip my tongue into her mouth.
As we kissed that way, Kerie moved her hand that was under mine between her legs and placed it over mine, pressing my hand against her sex. My fingers were now sliding into her slit, gently exploring. Her skin inside was warm and very tender. It felt slightly moist, but not wet.
I wanted to make her wet.
I began touching her the way I would touch myself — the way I had touched myself hundreds and hundreds of times — the way I knew would always bring me quickly to a high level of arousal, and that I hoped would do the same for my daughter.
I drew my hand up slightly until my thumb was over her clit, my middle two fingers extended inside her labia, the other fingers on the outside, squeezing. Kerie started slightly and gasped when I began to stimulate her clitoris.
Continuing to play with her pussy, I lowered my lips to her neck, kissing her, licking her, and gently sucking her soft skin. Then I moved further down, onto her chest.
As I had promised earlier in the evening, I kissed her tiny pink nipples, I licked them, and I fluttered the end of my tongue over them.
I wanted to please her, I wanted to excite her, I wanted to make my little girl wet and make her come.
And she was getting wet! Whether it was my hand, my kisses, or my tongue on her nipples, or maybe all three, something was definitely working. As my fingers reached down inside her slit, probing at the tender opening to her virgin vagina, I felt a definite sign of her heightened sexual excitement: a warm, slick, wetness that could mean only one thing. My daughter was becoming very aroused.
The signs of her arousal excited me too. I kissed her again on the lips, shoving my tongue inside her mouth, and I leaned into her, pressing my erect nipples against her warm body.
She began moving under my touch. I felt her rocking her pelvis, trying to make more contact between my hand and her sex. Her breath was coming faster. I pulled my mouth away from hers to look at her face. Her eyes were hooded, and she was starting to pant and moan.
What I was doing was working, so I kept doing it. I pressed my fingers gently into the opening of her vagina, I rubbed my thumb over her little clit, I kissed her neck, kissed her chest, licked her nipples — and then suddenly it happened.
“UNH!!!” Kerie groaned as her eyes glazed over and her body went tense. Her thighs clamped shut around my hand, and I felt an increased flow of warm wetness inside her slit.
She groaned and gasped several times, then went limp, though still breathing hard. Her eyes were closed. I stayed quiet, waiting to see what she would do. After a moment, she opened her eyes, looked into mine, and gave me a big smile.
“Mommy, thank you!” my daughter exclaimed, kissing me on the lips.
I smiled and kissed her back. Then I removed my hand from her pussy and raised it to her mouth. “Here,” I said, “lick my fingers.”
She scrunched up her nose for a second, sniffed at the glistening liquid, and then tasted herself. “Mm, I like it.” She took my fingers into her mouth and sucked them.
“That’s your pussy juice, baby girl. It tastes nice, doesn’t it?”
“Mm-hm,” she nodded.
My 8-year-old little girl, with her shiny blonde hair and big blue eyes, my adorable tiny angel, all of four feet four inches tall, was naked with me in my bed, and I had just given her an orgasm by rubbing her pussy with my hand.
There was no doubt about it. I definitely had crossed a line. And it made me very excited.
I took my fingers away from her mouth, replacing them with my lips and my tongue. I wrapped my arms around her, mashing my breasts against her flat chest, kissing her deeply.
After several long, wet kisses, I slid down the bed until I was on my back, pulling my daughter on top of me. Opening my legs wide, I said, “I need you to do it now, baby. Please, honey, make Mommy come.”
Kerie grinned and licked her lips. Then she began moving on me the way she always did, playing our ‘game’. She slid her sweet young body up and down over mine. As wet and aroused as I was, my labia easily fell open, so she was rubbing her hairless pussy directly against my sex.
“That’s right, that’s right,” I urged. “Fuck Mommy! Fuck your mommy! Fuck me hard and make me come!”
I crossed another line there, in the language I used with her. Talking so dirty to my little girl made me hot, and it seemed to get Kerie excited too.
She was moving more quickly now, panting, turning red in the face. I lifted my hips to meet her urgent thrusts, grabbing her bottom with my hands and pulling her into my cunt. She humped up and down, harder and harder, faster and faster, in a frantic frenzy of forbidden lust — until we climaxed at the same moment, crying out in our passion.
We lay together, holding each other, breathing heavily, our bodies warm and wet with sweat. I rubbed my hands on her narrow back, sliding down to cup her butt cheeks, squeezing gently. I kissed the top of her head.
“Did I fuck you, Mommy?” she asked, her face nestled between my breasts.
“Yes, baby, you did. You fucked Mommy and made Mommy come.”
“And I came too.”
I kissed her head again, stroking her back. “You sure did.”
Kerie raised up to look at me. “But I won’t, um, and you won’t, get pregnant now, will we?”
“No, sweetie,” I chuckled, “you can’t get pregnant from having sex with a woman. It doesn’t work that way.”
“Okay,” she smiled. I kissed her lips, twice.
Then she said, “Can we do it again?”
“Again?”
“Yeah, only this time with you on top. And, you know, holding up my leg like you did before.”
I patted her bottom, grinning, “Ooh, my little lover just can’t get enough, can she?”
Taking her pretty face in my hands, I kissed her once more, this time putting my tongue in her mouth. Then I whispered to her, “You want Mommy to fuck you, little girl? You want Mommy to fuck your pussy and make you come?”
She smiled, “Uh-huh.”
We turned over and I mounted her. I opened my cunt lips with my fingers, pressed myself against my child’s hairless mound, and fucked her. We both climaxed that way, and then, after a brief rest, Kerie asked me if I would touch her again with my fingers. So I lay on my side next to her, kissing her and licking her little nipples while I fingered her pussy, and gave her another orgasm that way.
But she still wasn’t done. Moments after I’d made her come with my hand, my daughter rolled me onto my back, got on top of me and fucked me yet again, even harder and faster than before. She made me come twice this time before she reached climax. Then at last she collapsed in my arms, totally spent.
It was almost 10:30 by then. We’d been masturbating together and having sex for almost three hours. My little girl was worn out.
I rolled Kerie gently off of me and lay next to her, watching as she quickly fell asleep. I left the sheets down for a few minutes so I could just look at her naked body. She was so beautiful, so smooth and soft and touchable.
I’d teased her earlier by saying she couldn’t get enough of me — but it was equally true that I could never get enough of her. I sighed contentedly, gave my daughter a tender kiss on the forehead as she slept, then pulled the sheets up to her chin and got quietly out of bed.
Slipping into a robe, I went to the living room and called Jae on my cell phone. She was at home, watching “a dumb TV show,” she told me.
“What’s up with you?” she asked. “Any interesting new perversions you want to share with me?”
I chuckled, “No… well, yes, actually, but I really wanted to tell you something else. It’s about Rose. Kerie told me that she’d heard from Melissa, Rose’s daughter, that Rose has some lesbian videos, that she watches lesbian porn when she masturbates.”
“Wow, she told you that?”
“Yep.”
“But, how does she know? Did Melissa find her mom’s stash or something?”
“No, it was Emily, the older daughter, who told Melissa about it. I guess Emily did find her mom’s porn, I don’t know. But Emily said she listens outside Rose’s bedroom door sometimes, and she can hear the women in the videos having sex and she can hear her mom, or so she said anyhow, climaxing loudly.”
“That’s pretty hot, Shelly,” said Jae. “I wonder if Emily is curious enough about those lesbian videos, and about her mom watching them that she… hmm… anyway, speaking of Rose, she called me tonight.”
“She did?”
“Uh-huh. And guess what — she said she’s free tomorrow night, and she asked if I’d like to get together with her.”
“Let me guess, you said yes.”
Jae laughed. “Of course I did. She’s coming here around 6:30 for dinner.”
“Dinner and then…”
“Yep, that’s what I’m hoping and expecting. I’m pretty sure it’s what Rose has in mind too.”
“Nice. I’ll bet she’s a good lover.”
“Well, I may find out very soon.”
We hung up after a few minutes, and then I got back in bed with my sleeping daughter. I looked at her a while longer, kissed her again, then turned on my side and soon fell asleep, a smile on my face.
Continue on to Chapter 9