Message-ID: <42831asstr$1054973406@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
X-Original-Message-ID: <20030607015321.52904.qmail@web40408.mail.yahoo.com>
From: Planet Dweller <planet_dweller@yahoo.com>
X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 6 Jun 2003 18:53:21 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: {ASSM} Mother, My Friend and Teacher {Fg, mother/daughter inc, cons, menstrual sex, menarche initiation} NEW rewrite June 2003
Date: Sat,  7 Jun 2003 04:10:06 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/42831>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw





===== *Please visit my completely free online adult erotic story
site of my original stories at:    
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/PlanetDweller/www  ~~~Stories about menstrual
sex, sex therapy, sex surrogacy, lesbian sex, incest, alien
abductions, and more.

*Please also visit "The Unofficial ASSTR/ASSM Authors' Support
Group" I moderate at:  
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASSTR_ASSM_Authors/

__________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Calendar
- Free online calendar with sync to Outlook(TM).
http://calendar.yahoo.com

<1st attachment, "mymom.txt" begin>

Author: PlanetDweller Title: Mother, My Friend And Teacher
Summary: A young girl gets her first period and is counseled
about it by her mother, who then has innocent menstrual sex with
her Keywords: Fg, inc, con, first, menarche education, menstrual
sex

Mother, My Friend And Teacher By PlanetDweller



(Ff, incest, pedo, menstrual sex)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Standard Disclaimer & Legal Stuff: The following story is
adult fiction intended for private reading by adults over
eighteen (18) years of age ONLY or a higher age if required by
the political jurisdiction where you reside...if you are under
eighteen years of age, you are required to exit now from your
browser if accessing through a communications network or delete
this file if accessing it through a local disk system...the
following story depicts sexual acts which if they were
perpetrated in real life would be against the law in all
countries and localities; if merely possessing descriptions of
sexual acts which would be against the law if committed in "real
life" is against the law in the political jurisdiction where you
live, you are required to exit access from this story and/or
delete this story immediately...the following story is a work
entirely fictitious and the characters, names, places, dates,
acts depicted etc. bear no resemblance to  any persons
living or dead or events and acts which may or may not have taken
place at some point in time....the author who is using the
pseudonym above retains all rights of publication to this
story...individual readers of legal age my freely possess this
story and distribute it to other readers of legal age on a strict
non-commercial basis...storage of this story on any commercial
website or by any other means of storage and retrieval for
commercial purposes is strictly prohibited without written
consent of the originating author.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


I remember that first talk Mom and I had all those years ago
about becoming a woman. When I was eight or nine, one Saturday
afternoon when Dad and brat brothers were gone, she sat me down
on the bed and sat next to me as she opened the nightstand drawer
and pulled a Kotex pamphlet "What Every Young Girl Should Know".
Her Cinnabaron' perfume created an invisible cloud around her.
Her Liz Claiborne pantsuit flattered her thirty-ish body, which I
knew I'd end up looking a lot like. She held the booklet open and
pointed to the cutaway illustrations of a woman's internal
organs, as she explained the process of eggs being released every
month and if they're not fertilized then menstruation happens
etc. I smiled and tried to appear interested, but the truth was
my best friend Gloria's older sister who had just turned twelve
and already had her periods and it was Gena, Gloria's sister,
that had shared her news with us both and explained it all to me
a couple of months before.

Mom then surprised me by also taking from the nightstand a sex
manual that looked like it had been printed in the 1930's. She
smiled and said that since I would becoming a woman soon in a few
months, it was time I also learned about sex between men and
women, and asked what I thought about that. I told the truth and
told her I thought from what I knew of sex, that it was yucky,
and I really didn't want to learn about it right then. Mom smile,
kissed me on the forehead, and closed the book as she slipped it
back into the nightstand drawer, pushing the drawer closed
silently.

Saying "that's fine, Dear, when you decide you would like to
learn about sex, just come ask me, I'll tell you anything you
want to know..", I replying "I know, Mom, thanks". "But you are
close to becoming a woman, and you need to know what to do when
that happens." "You just told me and showed me what to do..." I
replied. "I showed you pictures and told you about the biology of
it, but I haven't shown you what to do....c'mon, let's go to the
bathroom" she intoned as she nudged my arm and we walked out of
her bedroom to the main bath to right and down the hall a bit.

In the bathroom, Mom said "it'll be easier if we take off our
clothes, but leave our underwear on". Mom unzipped and slipped
out of pantsuit, and then helped me unfasten and pull my dress
over my head. Mom had always been comfortable in her own nudity
around me and me her, as long as Dad or brothers weren't around
to accidentally see anything, so disrobing down to our underwear
wasn't a big deal. With all the talk about periods, I even had a
small flashback, remembered seeing a bloody pad in her underwear
a time or two lying on the bathroom floor when I came to use the
toilet when she was in the shower. She opened the towel closet
and got out her own assortment of pads and tampons, and placed
them on the edge of the toilet.

"When you get your first period, Hon, chances are you'll be at
school or somewhere out in public, so you'll need to start
carrying around a pad with you in your purse wherever you go,
understand?" Mom said with smiling face. "Sure."

"You'll probably feel just a little dampness from your blood at
first which won't be much and won't leak through your underwear
right then, but when you do feel that first trickle, you need to
go to the little girls' room as soon as you can and put a pad on
right then, even if you don't see blood on your underwear, okay,
Honey?" "I understand Mom, I understand..." I replied with mild
disinterest. "Oh, c'mere, you stinker!" Mom whispered loudly as
she pulled me close to her for a hug, I returning her hug.

She then showed me how to peel and stick a mini-pad in my
underwear so it wouldn't bunch or show through my clothes. I
asked her about tampons, and she said that they were always
difficult to use at first, but when I got my period, she would
show me how to use them if I wanted. I replied, "Sure."

I then asked if she would go ahead and show me how to insert one
now. She replied "no, not now, Dear, not in you, you're not
ready...I can show you how to insert one if you want to watch
me", I nodding my head yes. Opening the medicine cabinent, she
pulled out a large jar of brownish "carbolated" Vaseline, opened
it and put it down on the edge of the bathtub next to the boxes
of Stayfrees and Tampaxs, fished a Super Tampax from its box,
took the wrapper off, lubricated the end of it, then shooed me
off the toilet where I had been sitting.

"Now, normally you should never wear a tampon unless you're
actually having your period, I'm just doing this to show you how
you use one, understand, Hon?" she asked as I murmured "uh-hu".
Proping one leg on the toilet, I edged over to sit on the tub, as
she gave me a full view of her vagina while she pushed the tampon
in, explaining how to aim towards the small of my back instead of
straight up, her fingers fishing the applicator out. I couldn't
help myself for a second, I just stared at her vagina as the
Tampax string just hung there limply.

"Understand now, Hon?" she whispered as she craned her neck
around to make eye contact with me "yes, Mom, thanks for showing
me" I replied with wide-eyed wonder that I'm sure she noticed.
Pulling the lubricated plug out, she flushed it down the toilet,
as we got dressed and went back downstairs to find Dad home
already.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Almost a year passed before the big day happened. I was out
riding my bike after school at the park in our neighborhood with
my best friend Gloria and her sister Gena, when I felt a curious,
thick dampness running down my legs. Thank God I was wearing my
jeans! I caught up with Gloria and told her I thought I had
started my period. We dove into some thick bushes where no one
could see us, and the smell and sight of blood running down my
thighs left no doubt. The mini-pad I had been carrying around for
almost a year was finally put to good use.

I told Gloria and Gena I needed to run on home. Dad was in the
living room and brothers were off when I got home. I found Mom in
her bedroom, sewing. Even though Dad was downstairs and couldn't
possibly hear us, I whispered in her ear what had happened, and
she smiled. Making our way to the bathroom, she helped me out of
my jeans and top and helped clean my blood-stained thighs, and
then helped me clean my messy vulva. She then began explaining
again about how to tell when my pad needed changing, how to rinse
my dirty underwear out to minimize staining, all the stuff we had
gone over a year before. I just smiled and nodded. "Dad's going
to be golfing all day Saturday, and your brothers will be off
with their Scout troop all weekend, so this Saturday, we can have
another little girl talk, okay, Hon?" she asked as I hugged her
from love indicating "yes".

When Dad's car pulled out of the driveway, Mom called me in from
the backyard. Giving me a big hug in the kitchen as my Pepsi
fizzed out in its glass, she told me that I was definitely a real
woman now, and I needed to know all the things women need to
know. "When you finish here, Dear, come upstairs to my bedroom."

When I pushed the bedroom door open, Mom was sitting there fully
clothed on the bed, but with all sorts of books and stuff on the
bed near her. Motioning to me, I sat down beside her as she began
talking. She went on and on about how most men, no, all men
really couldn't be trusted, that they would lie to any woman and
tell her that they love her just to have sex with her, and for me
not to even think about getting married until I was grown and out
of college.

Then she got kind of boring as she continued on and on about the
problems all men and women have in their relationships with each
other, on and on and on. She saw I was unintentionally tuning her
out, and then said in a louder but not loud voice "since you're
having your periods, Dear, you really need to pay attention to
what I'm saying, it's important, I don't want any grandkids
before it's MY time to be a grandmother!" she barked with mock
irritation. "Ohhh, Mom!!!" I replied as we hugged on the bed.
"Ready to continue?" "Yeah, uh-hu." "Then let's stand up and face
each other."

"Let's undress each other" she nicely commanded. I looked puzzled
I know, but complied as I undid her blouse and unzipped her skirt
and she helped me out of my short-shorts and top. Turning her
back to me, I undid her bra and pulled her panties down to her
ankles, then turned my back to her so she could undo my bra. My
panties had an unstained pad in them, my period almost over, as
she slipped them to my ankles, I stepping out of them. "Besides
mother and daughter, Hon, we're both women now, and women need to
know certain things" she monotoned as she pulled me over to the
bed. Sitting there naked next to each other on the bed, she
opened that ancient old sex manual and went through the medical
illustrations and photographs, showing and telling me all about
sex. It was actually pretty boring.

Finishing, she then opened some magazines that showed men and
women making love. A couple of them were nothing but women making
love to each other, and one was nothing but guys doing each
other. "What do you feel about that?" she asked as I blanched
from seeing some guy fuck some other guy up his ass. "Gross!!!" I
exclaimed honestly. "What about the women together with men?"
"That's okay I guess, I mean, it is normal." "What about women
with women?" "That's okay too...I guess...Mom, I think my
period's started again."

We scooted down the hall together naked, Mom pulling me close to
her for some reason. In the bathroom, she pulled out from the
towel closet a new box of Tampax Juniors she had bought a couple
of days ago, just after my period started. " 'Like to use one,
Hon?" "Sure, Mom, thanks for buying them for me..." "No problem,
Dear.." Mom held me close to her to help me maintain my balance
as I propped one foot up on the closed commode. I smelled her
Cimmabaron body powder as her breasts pushed next to my side. Her
hands gently held my shoulders and back. After bending a couple
pretty badly, Mom smiled with a "here, Dear, let me help you."

Getting the brown Vaseline out from the medicine cabinent, she
moved to my back as she put a now-lubricated junior Tampax in my
hand, and her hand in mine, helped me angle it right as it went
inside me. Finally, I did indeed feel like a real woman. Her hand
and mine grasped as she pulled away, the stained applicator
between our fingers, she pulling away, opening the lid and
tossing the applicator in. Mom then kissed me on the forehead,
then the cheeks, then on the lips, as her hands massaged my
budding breasts. I froze. Taking my still lightly blood stained
right hand, she put it on her left breast and moved it around. I
got the idea. I then smiled. Mom smiled back. We shared a kiss on
the lips that lingered for a full moment. "Let's go back to our
bedroom" she said. Not "my" bedroom. "Our" bedroom.

Back on the bed, Mom gently stroked my vulval lips with one hand
as we sat butt-to-butt next to each other as she flipped the
pages with her free one and she and I looked at the magazines
full of people making love. I really didn't know what to expect
next. Mom told me that the best way to keep from getting pregnant
was 1) to masturbate when I felt I needed to, and 2) "fool around
with other women or girls" if I felt the need for sex.

"But, Mom, I'm not a lesbian"

"Hon, making love to other women doesn't make you a lesbian...I'm
not one for gosh sake's.

I felt flush. I felt a flush. I felt physically hot. I felt a
little sick to my stomach. I loved my mother with all my heart,
but didn't know if I wanted what I was sure was coming next. I
hiccuped hard. I swallowed hard.

"Hon, you're my daughter, I'd never do anything to hurt you..."

"I know that, Mom..."

I felt like running. I felt hot. I felt like staying. I stayed.

Mom then pushed all the magazines and books off the bed, leaving
a couple of vibrators and dildos next to us. Clinically but with
passion, she showed me how she normally masturabted with her hand
and then with a dildo then a vibrator. Nudging me back on the
bed, she put a towel under my butt, then urged me to masturbate
for her to see. I closed my eyes and silently lost it. It felt
great. I loved having my Mom watch me, knowing she was getting
hot, too. Her hand slipped atop mine as I masturbated. Feeling a
tug, the tampon slid out as Mom pulled on it. "We're both women,
Hon, we don't need things that men make us use in our way."

She slipped her head down between my legs and began licking my
vulva and clitoris. I went somewhere, but I'm not sure where. She
raised her head and I saw a bit of blood on her lips and chin and
face. She just smiled and returned to licking me. Working a
finger inside me, she began a slow finger-fuck of me as she
continued licking my vagina like a cherry ice cream cone. I just
started laughing, it felt so good, I couldn't help it. Mom raised
her eyes up meeting mine from between my legs, giggling a little
with me in approval. Her pushing of her finger in and out of me
continued, the pace picking up. Her tongue lapped my first
period's juices that were leaking out like they were ambrosia.
Her tongue also kept lashing at my clit.

All these years laters, all the great sex I've had with Mom since
then, as well as all the sex I've had mostly with men but also a
couple of non-related women, and this has to have been the most
dramatic, precious, special sexual experience of my life, I
remember every second of it like it was yesterday.

I felt my body tense. I knew it was my first orgasm coming. I
grabbed the sheets and clinched my fists as Mom relentlessly
sucked and licked my vagina and clit. She then slipped two
fingers inside me, picked up the pace even harder and deeper of
her pushing her fingers inside me, as she concentrated on sucking
my clit at the same time. I cried out a gutteral, almost animal
sound, then went to a new plateau, my first orgasm, where I
stayed for a few moments, as Mom gently let me down easy, slowing
the pace of her finger-penetration and tongue-licks on my vulva
over the next few minutes.

Mom rolled up next to me. She smiled as she stroked my hair. She
smiled as she parted my legs once more and gently pulled on my
vulval lips and even more gently pinched my clitoris some, making
it feel good, not hurting me. I just looked in her eyes with
love. I felt my drying, sticky blood puddling on the towel
underneath my butt, and didn't care.

I touched Mom's breasts, and reached for her vagina, she parting
her thighs for my hands. Rolling over, I began my fingers-poke of
her. She reached for my hand and put all my fingers together. I
looked quizical for a second, then followed her lead. Soon, my
entire hand up to my wrist was deep inside her vagina. I worked
my hand in and out of her slowly. She looked like at me and
smiled the happiest smile I'd ever seen from her as she moaned
from pleasure. My free hand touched her breasts. She took my free
hand and told me to pinch and play with her nipples as my
hand-poke of her continued. I smiled back and complied.

The rest of that day, until about 3 p.m., Dad expected home
around four or so, was spent just being women with each other.
Mom taught me so much that day, so much I would have never
learned otherwise. We "69'd", then I used a vibrator on her, then
she used a tiny one on me, giving it to me, telling me she would
even buy batteries for it for me, when I needed them. I knew her
period would probably start soon, and told her I wanted to lick
her vulva and clit when she had her period, too, just like she
had done with me that day. She grinned ear to ear. We made love
some more as only women, real women, can do. She licked my anus
some, then probed my vagina with a finger for a moment, then
slipped her bloody finger in my anus, giving me a nice time that
way. Moments later, I probed my own vagina, getting lubricated
with my own menstrual fluid, then probed her anus with my
naturally-lubricated finger, Mom purring like a cat when I did
that.

Don't get me wrong, we never became lesbian lovers or anything
like that, we were simply a close mother and daughter who enjoyed
pleasing each other as women. And we had and will continue to
have more great and special times together, too, as only women,
real women, can.     So, now I sit here in front of this monitor,
getting ready to be married in less than 24 hours, wondering if
I'll ever have a daughter, a daughter who I then can initiate
into our special family sisterhood of women, once she begins her
own periods.

And I wonder if I do, if she'll appreciate how truly special all
of it is, this wonderful state of being open to special rites and
priviledges available only inside our special matriarchy. I've
got to go now. I've got to run over and see Mom.

{On the webpage version of this story at my site an illustration
by Alfred Lopez Jr. of www.lopezstudios.com   done specifically
for this story is placed here}

Please send comments to:  planet_dweller@yahoo.com

Please visit my author's archive page at ASSTR at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/PlanetDweller/www <1st attachment end>


----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has
been modified from its original format.  The post was sent as an
email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation
software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------

------- ASSM Moderation System Notice--------
This post has been reformatted by the ASSM
Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}|
|Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org>      |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+