It all began late one night whilst my husband, Pete was away on a long distance trip. Pete's job as a truck driver often takes him away for several weeks at a time, and at that time he was on his way back from Italy.

I miss him when he's away. I've always been a highly sexed woman and found Pete's long absences hard to bear. Of course, when he's home, a lot of our time together is spent between the sheets. During the long frustrating nights of his absence, I try to satisfy the strong sexual urges that rage through me like a forest fire, by masturbation.

The night this story began, I was on my bed, eyes closed, naked, fingers rapidly rubbing my clit, the first of several orgasms I hoped to have that evening about to strike. I opened my eyes as the orgasm began and noticed a shadow standing by the bedroom door.

I froze. That shadow was my daughter, Sarah. The shock of discovery caused my heart to skip a beat. My orgasm died to a dull unsatisfactory ache.

For a few brief seconds, Sarah and I stared at each other. She stood with one hand holding up the hem of her nightie and the other hand was tucked under the waist band of her 'Minnie Mouse' knickers. The look of shock on her face must have been a mirror of my own. Seconds passed, then suddenly she turned and fled, the patter of tiny feet the only evidence she had been there at all.

"Oh fuck!" I cursed under my breath. Sarah, my only child, was just eight years old. She was young and innocent. I couldn't imagine what she thought I had been doing. The sound of muffled crying drifted from her room. I had some explaining to do!

I covered my nakedness with a bathrobe and entered my daughters bedroom. "Sarah!" I called softly. The sobbing had reduced to sniffles, but she stayed hidden under her duvet. I sat on the edge of her bed and stroked the lump where her head should be. "Sarah!" I tried again, but still no response.

Her teddy bear lay discarded on the floor, so I picked it up and tried a different approach. "Grumble wants to know why your crying." I placed the bear on her pillow. Suddenly Sarah's hand flew out from the duvet, snatched Grumble and dragged him into hiding.

"Sarah, come on sweetheart, time to talk to mummy." I gently pulled the duvet off her head. Two tear stained eyes stared back at me through a few loose strand of dark hair. I brushed them aside and tenderly stroked her cheek.

Suddenly she sat up, throwing her arms around me. "I'm sorry mummy," she mumbled into my neck, "I didn't mean to watch."

"That's all right sweetheart, I didn't mind." I soothed.

"Why were you doing that mummy." Sarah sat back and looked me in the eyes, a frown creasing her forehead.

"Well...er, it feels nice, and when daddy isn't here to...er cuddle me, I can do that instead." It was a lame explanation, but it was the best I could come up with at such short notice.

"Is that what sex is?" She said as she snuggled into my arms.

"Yes, sort of. Its something you can do by yourself, umm...instead of sex."

"Do you and daddy do sex?"

"Yes...yes we do." I chuckled.

"Is it the same as what I saw you doing? I mean, does it feel the same?"

"No, its not the same, but what I was doing makes you feel all nice inside just like sex does."

"What happens when you do sex?" Sarah asked.

I hadn't planned to enlighten her on this subject for at least a couple of years, though I'd promised myself that when the time came I would tell her the whole, unvarnished truth. Well they say there's no time like the present, I'd just have to tell it without any preparation.

I began explaining the differences between male and female anatomy, not too difficult a task as she has seen her dad strolling about the house in the nude. I told her about the mechanics of sex, emphasizing the loving, pleasurable aspect of copulation. The lesson continued for fifteen to twenty minutes. Sarah asked questions when she didn't understand what I was trying to explain, and I tried to make my explanations clearer.

Eventually, I'm not sure how, we were discussing the mechanics of masturbation. I was trying to explain what a clitoris is and how, when stimulated correctly it can give a girl a great deal of pleasure. Sarah was interested in this, and wanted to know where it was and why didn't she have one.

"You have got one," I explained, "Its quite small, so you probably haven't noticed it yet." I remembered her having her hand down her knickers earlier as she watched me. I asked her what she had felt.

"It's a sort of nice itchy feeling." She told me, her cheeks turning red. She was probably feeling sexual stirrings between her thighs and had been trying to encourage it without knowing what she was doing.

"That nice feeling comes from your clitoris and it gets nicer when you rub it." I explained.

Sarah suddenly pulled her knickers down and opened her legs to look at her pussy. I've seen her pussy a million times over the past eight years of her life, but never in a sexual way. Maybe it was all the talk of sex, maybe it was the fact that I was still sexually charged from masturbating earlier, but the sight of her smooth delicate virginal cunt sparked an instant orgasm between my own legs.

"Where is my clitis mummy?" she asked.

It was a few seconds before I had sufficient control over my voice to reply. "It's called a clitoris, sweetheart. Most girls call it a clit for short. If you pull your lips open, you'll see it hiding between them."

Sarah raised her eyebrows at me. "My lips?"

"Yes." I reached between her thighs to touch her hairless cunt. "These are really called labia, but it means lips." I gently parted them for her. "See, your clit is that tiny fold of flesh above your vagina."

"Where? I can't see it." She stared intently between her legs.

"It's here." I said, placing a finger on her clit and giving it a little rub.

Sarah drew a deep breath and pushed her cunt against my finger. This evidence of her sexual arousal excited me, I can't explain why. I've never had any lesbian feelings in the past, and there were shades of incest and pedophilia here too. Suddenly, all my concerns over these taboos didn't matter, I wanted Sarah to experience an orgasm.

"Wow! That feels nice." Sarah smiled.

"Good, it's supposed to." I continued stimulating her. "The nice feeling gets better and better until you get an orgasm."

"What's that like mummy? Will I get one?"

"It's like it feels now, only ten times better. I'm not sure if you can have one," I replied, "you might still be too young. How would you like give it a good try though?"

Sarah nodded enthusiastically, a big smile lit her face.

I rubbed he little clit with a circular motion, then eased my finger a short way into her virgin cunt as far as her hymen. My own pussy was aching for attention so I used my free hand on myself. Sarah watched my movements with interest.

"I'm going to do something you might find a little strange sweetheart, but its something daddy likes to do to me and it never fails to give me an orgasm."

An expression of puzzlement crossed her elfin face as I changed position, laying her down on the bed and pulling her knickers off. I knelt next to the bed, opened her legs and lowered my mouth to her cunt. Sarah gasped with surprise and as I ran my tongue along the length of her pussy crack, then I sucked her soft puffy lips into my mouth.

This was the first time I had ever tasted another cunt, the first time I had engaged in any kind of lesbian sex and I was loving it. The fact that it was my eight year old daughter's cunt I was eating didn't trouble me. I was experiencing such an incredible sexual high that my own pussy was pulsating with a continuous orgasm.

Sarah was soon wriggling her hips, pushing her pussy onto my face. I began rapidly flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue, something Pete does for me that drives me wild. Sarah's breathing quickened and she groaned with pleasure. Suddenly she tensed and arched her back, gasping "Ooooh!" After a few seconds, her first orgasm was over and she relaxed, panting for air.

I climbed on the bed next to her, holding her in my arms. "What was that like then, little one?" I asked, kissing her forehead.

"Wow!" she laughed. "That was really nice mummy. Was that a... a ogre sam?"

"An orgasm. Yes, I think it probably was." I explained. "Just a little one though, it didn't last very long." My cunt was still humming. Subconsciously, my hand slipped between my thighs, fingers teasing my clit and easing into my moist pussy hole.

Sarah noticed however, and she wriggled out of my arms. "Mummy, can I do that to you?" She asked eagerly. Her hand slipped between my legs, but found my hand guarding my sex.

"I don't think so sweetheart, you've learnt more than you should have at your age." I smiled.

"Oh please mummy! I want to." She insisted, trying to pull my hand away from my cunt.

"Sarah, you really shouldn't." Though my mind was being sensible, my body craved sex. The thought of Sarah stimulating my climax was seriously undermining my resolve.

"Oh mummy! I want to make you feel all nice too." She slipped her hand back between my thighs.

I wasn't prepared for it and she successfully grabbed a handful of slick sensual pussy lips. I moved to pull her hand away again but the feel of her fingers inexpertly rummaging in my cunt was electrifying. Instead of removing her hand, I held her there while I took a few deep breaths in a futile attempt to regain control. "Ok...ok!" I gasped, finally giving up the struggle. "Let me show you how to do it then."

I guided her fingers to my clit and showed her how to stimulate me. I taught her to slip two of her fingers inside my cunt, to curl them up and stimulate my 'G' spot. Then I lay back to enjoy the fantastic sensation of my daughter finger fucking me. My pussy was in a state of almost constant orgasm, pulse after pulse of orgasmic pleasure swept over me.

Suddenly, the sensations between my legs changed. I looked down to see Sarah's face pressed up against my pubic hair, her little tongue lapping at my cunt like a puppy laps a bowl of water. "No Sarah! Not that." I gasped. But even as I spoke my legs opened wider and my bum lifted off the bed, pressing my cunt against her elfin face.

At last an orgasmic explosion hit with unbelievable force. "Oh god, Sarah! Don't." I groaned as I placed my hand on the back of her head, holding her face in place as I rubbed my cunt against her mouth.

Finally, my body stopped jerking and I lay back on the bed totally exhausted. Sarah crawled up to lie half on top of me. I barely had the strength to wrap my arms around her as we rested together. We both drifted off to sleep.

Kids wake up early. Sarah is no exception to that rule. She told me later she had tried masturbating herself, lying next to me while I slept, and had given herself an orgasm. I woke some time late feeling little fingers stroking my pussy. Briefly I thought it was Pete, then memories of the previous night came flooding back.

I lay quietly, eyes closed, enjoying the sensations my little sweetheart's amateur fumbling in my cunt were creating. She wasn't trying to stimulate me, it was more like an exploration. Sarah was examining my pussy, perhaps comparing the differences between my cunt and her own.

Sarah rubbed my clit and it stiffened and popped out from under its protective hood. I heard her giggle at the sight. It was getting difficult keep still, to keep up the pretense I was still asleep. Her little fingers pushed into my cunt hole, experimentally feeling around inside. My body responded, my thighs snapped shut trapping her fingers in me and my hips pushed longingly against her.

I opened my eyes. There was a look of shock and guilt on her elfin face. I smiled reassuringly at her, stroking her hair. "It's OK sweetie, that feels really nice."

Sarah smiled back, shuffling down between my legs to lick my pussy. Her efforts were amateurish and sweet but still stimulating. "Sarah, remember I showed you how to tickle my clit last night?" I asked.

She nodded, her little eyes smiling at me through my pubic hair.

"Use your tongue like you did with your fingers." I urged.

She did as she was asked, licking my clit with the tip of her tongue, rolling it round and round. I groaned with pleasure. "Suck it into your mouth, suck my clit darling." I moaned. Sarah sucked me gently, driving me wild, but I needed more. "Harder my love, suck me harder....Aaaagh yes! That's it!"

Her little fingers were still in my cunt hole, but she wasn't moving them. My cunt juice flooded from me, coating her hand with slick oil. "Mmmmm....move your fingers Sarah," I panted, "fuck me with your fingers." She had two fingers fucking me but her fingers are only short, I needed more. "More....put more fingers in." I urged. "Push them all in!"

Sarah tried but could only push them as far as her knuckles. It felt good, really good. I pushed my cunt against her and felt my pussy stretch, trying to accommodate the width of her fist. Small though her hand is, its still thicker than Pete's cock. I loved the feeling of a large object forcing its way into my pussy reminding me of the day I lost my virginity.

I pushed harder, rocking my hips repeatedly against Sarah's fist. Slowly her hand was drawn into my cunt, the walls of my pussy stretching to let her in. Suddenly her fist was in, sinking quickly up to Sarah's wrist, surprising her. She stopped pushing and stared up at me, a look of concern on her face.

"Aaaarrrgh....yes." I panted. "That's great....keep fucking me sweetheart....its OK!"

She began moving her fist again. Gently at first, then harder and deeper as I urged her on, reassuring her I loved what she was doing. She was a tight fit, filling me completely. Her wrist slid inside followed by two to three inches of her slender arm until I could feel her fist pressing against my cervix.

The pace quickened as my orgasm approached. Sarah pumped her arm in and out faster at my urging. Suddenly I came. Huge waves of pleasure crashed throughout my body, my thighs clamped onto Sarah's arm and my cunt rippled and quivered around her fist. Finally, after a seemingly endless high, it was over. I sighed with pleasure.

Sarah withdrew her arm from my pussy and crawled up to snuggle next to me, a look of puzzlement at what had just occurred on her face. I had some more explaining to do!

We talked for some time. I tried to reassure her that what I had got her to do to me was very enjoyable, that using your fingers, your hand or some other object such as a hairbrush handle, carrot or banana in your pussy simulates the feeling you would get from having sex with a man.

As we talked I stroked her bottom. I ran my fingers between her legs, caressing her hairless mons and damp pussy lips. Sarah squirmed with pleasure as I rubbed her tiny clit. My finger slid easily into her moist cunt.

"Mummy, will I be able to push things inside me?" She whispered huskily.

"Yes my love, you will. You'll have to be careful at first, just using your finger so you don't hurt yourself. You can try other things later, and I'll be here to help you anyway."

Sarah was moving her hips in opposition to my caresses and moaning softly. I changed position, sliding down the bed to suck her pussy for the second time. After liberally licking her cunt lips and mons, I concentrated on her clit, sucking hard and making her gasp.

I pushed my finger into her cunt rubbing her inside in little circles, pressing her hymen. As her body stiffened and spasmed in orgasm, I drove my finger deep into her cunt, taking her cherry.

She gasped and shuddered, her spasm's became more rapid as she rode my finger. At last her climax eased and she slowly relaxed. Her whole body was flushed from the exertion. I lay beside my daughter, taking her in my arms and cuddled her closely. We kissed passionately, long lovers kisses, our tongues entwined.

I knew I would not feel lonely and sexually frustrated anymore when Pete went away.

 

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