Date: Tue, 1 Jan 2002 12:32:57 -0800 (PST)
From: amanda taylor <mandypoo_22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Learning the Ropes  - Lesbian

Many of you were kind enough to write to me after my previous story and I
thank you for all the generous support.  Several of you requested more
stories, so I decided to put this idea to paper.  I have recently been
interested in the tentative steps individuals have taken into the discovery
of their sexual selves - how did they learn of sex, when and what were the
circumstances of their first masturbatory experiences.  I don't know about
you, but it tantalizes me to see someone that gets me hot, perhaps a
stranger even, and to contemplate how they learned of sex, from whom, and
what their first sexual experience was like.  Those are such tender
moments, are they not?  That was the basis for this story.  This is a
purely fictional account - none of it is true, but it did get me hot to the
point of touching myself and I hope it does the same for you.  Enjoy.


"Learning the Ropes"

Some of the things I say here may shock you.  Indeed, a couple of friends I
have related this story to say I must be sick or something.  But I would
not change any of this for the world based upon reasons I shall explain
later.

My name is Kate.  I am 26 years old, but this story has its beginning
several years ago when I was a young child.  Mother and I lived alone
together, having been left by my father when I was but a babe.  I suppose
that is one reason mother and I were so close and remain so to this day.
We always took care of each other.  Perhaps another is that mom was only 17
when I was born, so she was little more than a child herself when we became
a family.

Mom would work each day as I attended school, but money was always scarce
and so we seemingly moved around a lot and always lived in small, cramped
apartments.  Though I had my own bedroom, mom and I always shared a
bathroom; privacy was as much in short supply as floor space.  I didn't
mind, though.  In fact, it never really occurred to me to be shy about my
body or anything else around mom.  We were always bathing in front of each
other or going pee whilst the other was in the room.  It seemed so natural
because it had always been that way of necessity.

And so it was one evening at the age of ten that a bit of curiosity
overcame me as I was in the tub washing before bed; my usual Saturday
evening ritual.  Mom entered the restroom and turned round in front of the
toilet.  She was wearing a long nightshirt, which she raised above her
waist.  She lowered her panties and sat down on the stool.  Nothing unusual
there; I had seen this hundreds of times.  I spread soap on my back - I
always wash my back last.  Mom tinkled and then unrolled a bit of tissue,
reached between her legs and wiped, and tossed the tissue into the bowl.
As I lay down in the water to rinse mom reached into a small box sitting
close by to the toilet and removed a small, slender packet - a tampon.
This, of course, was nothing new either.  I had seen mom insert tampons and
remove tampons plenty of times.  It was in no way a surprise or unusual to
see this take place.  But it occurred to me on this evening that mom wears
tampons occasionally, yet I never do.  Why might this be?  What purpose did
they serve?

"Mom, what's that?" I asked.

Mom paused just as she was preparing to tear open the plastic wrap on the
packet.  She seemed a little unprepared for the question just at that
moment.  But if that were so, she quickly recovered.

"You're getting to be a big girl now, Katie.  You are growing up so fast."

This made me smile; I liked being told I was growing up because I wanted to
be just like my mom.

Mom continued to look at my inquisitive face.  I wouldn't say she was
smiling, but I could see a look of motherly approval as she peered at me.

"You know, I think you are getting old enough to learn some things now,
important things.  Things that will be changing about you soon, differences
that will occur in your body.  And even about boys and girls.  Since you
are finished bathing, why don't you dry off and sit here and I will explain
these things to you."

Boys and girls?  I knew about boys and girls.  Boys are icky and crude and
girls are sweet and ... well, not icky.  Boys are oafs and girls are
goddesses.  Oh, well, maybe there were additional shortcomings of boys that
I needed to know about and which mom could fill in for me.  Dutifully, I
opened the drain of the tub, rose up and grabbed my towel and quickly began
to dry myself off.  Stepping from the tub, I wrapped my towel around my
body and sat against the wall, next to the tub, facing momma.  I was very
attentive, ready for my lesson - but not at all prepared for what I was
about to hear and see and learn.

Mom had by this time removed the wrapping from the tampon and was holding
it somewhat like a wand, patiently waiting for me to get situated and
still.  Once she saw that I was ready, she began.

"You see, Katie, this is a tampon."

"Uh-huh."  No news here.  Been there, knew that.  I could read the box for
god's sake.

"A tampon is something moms use when their bodies are ready to have babies
because they will bleed sometimes."

Whoa!  News flash.  Mom was going to have a baby and I was just now finding
out about it!

"You're going to have a baby?!?"

Mom suddenly looked startled, then smiled and quickly set me straight.

"No, no.  That didn't come out right.  I'm not going to have a baby.  Not
right now, anyway.  Maybe I should start a little further back.  Let's
start this talk again by discussing how babies are born."

Okay, so I'm not going to get a brother or, better still, a sister.  And I
was about to learn more old information.  Babies are born at hospitals when
the mom's tummy gets cut open.  Something like that.  I knew everything
there was to know about "birthin' babies" as someone once said.  But as I
was about to find out, sometimes you just have to have a little patience.
You don't always know everything you think you know - a lesson I soon
learned.

"Now, you are aware that babies grow in a mommy's tummy.  You've seen
mothers who were pregnant before."

"Uh-huh."

"Well, this tampon has a little bit to do with how the babies get in there.
You see, Katie, when a girl gets to be just a little bit older than you,
her body will begin to change.  One obvious change is that she will grow
breasts."

That's the one I could hardly wait for.  My mom had such pretty, pert
breasts.  I wanted to have some just like hers.  They weren't large and
they weren't small and they didn't have any sag to them.  And sometimes her
nipples would get really pointy, but I think mom was a little
self-conscious of that because she would often cross her arm over her
breasts when that would occur so that it would be hidden from me.

"Another change is that you will begin to grow hair - under your arms, on
you legs, and here", she said as she spread her legs a little on the toilet
and pointed to her cunny.  Momma had a lot of thick, curly hair there.  My
cunny was completely smooth and hairless.

Yes, I knew about the hair thing, too. I was not so anxious about that as I
was for the breast thing.  Extra hair just didn't have the same appeal as
perky boobies for some reason.

"And one more important change is that you will begin to bleed here
sometimes.  That means that your body has grown up and is able to have
babies."

"So you began to bleed when you were seventeen?" I asked.  I could do the
math, so I knew mom's age when I was born.

"No.  Actually, I began to bleed when I was thirteen.  The bleeding only
indicates that your body is ready.  It has begun to produce eggs that under
the right conditions will become babies in your tummy.  And that is where
Daddies come in."

Oh, yeah.  I had heard something at one time that it required a mommy and a
daddy to have a baby, but not having had a dad around I couldn't imagine
what that role might be.  I never had a dad around and yet here I was.  I
thought they just mowed grass or something.  Our apartments seldom had
grass and even less seldom was it mowed.  Nope, nothing for dads to do
around here.

Mom continued, "You see, an egg can only become a baby when a dad
fertilizes it."

Uh, timeout.  Big word here.  Remember, mom, I'm only in forth grade and
this is America.  It's not like the educational system is anything to be
proud of.  Apparently my face revealed the confusion I was feeling.

"Let me explain", she continued.  "When a mommy and a daddy fall in love,
they . . . do a dance kind of thing that can create a baby.  They have sex.
Have you heard of that before?"

"Well, I've heard that girls are one sex and boys are the other sex."

"Yes, that is right.  But sex is also an act or a ritual that girls and
boys can do that creates babies.  It works like this."

Unexpectedly, we moved into new territory.  I had no idea these things had
been going on without my knowledge - or that they were so complicated.

"First, you and I have private parts between our legs which are called
vaginas.  This is my vagina and you have one, too.  Sometimes they are
called pussies or other names.  Boys have private parts between their legs
also, but theirs is different.  Theirs is more like this tampon - long and
slender."  Mom held the tampon to her mound with it pointed outward,
demonstrating how a cock stood out from a boy.  "Theirs is called a penis,
but often times you hear it referred to as a dick or a cock."

Oh, yeah.  I had heard these words before.  They were always said in hushed
tones around school, but mom was just blurting them out.  I squirmed a
little.

"When a boy and girl love each other, often times the boy will stick his
penis, or dick, into a girls pussy and after a bit of ... rubbing together,
the boy will shoot liquid into the girl and that liquid will fertilize her
egg.  After that, the egg will grow into a baby."

This was an awful lot for a ten-year-old to absorb at first blush.  And I
was still at that age where boys had cooties.  Why on earth would a girl
let a boy stick his dick inside her?  I knew the older boys and girls
sometimes danced together, but I didn't think it had led to babies being
born.  Dick Clark had a lot of explaining to do.  I should have known that
was why his first name was Dick.

Mom continued, "The reason for the tampon is that if a boy doesn't
fertilize the egg in the girl, then after about a month the egg comes out
along with some blood.  This tampon keeps that blood from seeping into my
panties and creating a mess.  It goes in like this."

And she inserted it.  She slipped the plastic into the folds of her puss
and gently pushed it in.  Once inside her, she pressed the small plunger
and it seemed the entire tampon disappeared even more into her.  After that
she slowly withdrew the applicator.  There were little slender streaks of
blood on the plastic and a cotton thread dangled from between her lips.

"You see?  And when it is time to remove it I just pull on this string."

Yeah, I had seen that before.

"One day you will wear tampons to help keep your panties clean also.  Any
questions?"

Hmmm, looks to me like something that might hurt.  Yeah, I have a question.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, not really.  I feel it in there, but it is not really uncomfortable
and you quickly get used to the feeling so that you no longer notice that
it is in there."

I kept staring at the string emerging from momma contemplating, I suppose,
all the things I had just heard.  Perhaps momma was thinking something else
was on my mind, based on her next question.

"Would you like to try one?"

I hadn't considered it, but now that she had planted the thought there,
yes, I suppose I would.

"Okay", I replied.

"Alright", momma replied.  She reached into the box beside the toilet again
and removed a second packet.  She tore open the plastic wrapper and reached
over to the counter and squirted a dab of lotion into her hand.

"Because this is your first time, we best put a little lotion on it to help
it slide in.  Now, how about you lie down on your back to do this."

I spun around on my bottom and scooted forward a bit on the bathroom floor
and then lay back flat on the floor with my legs stretched out in front of
me.

"Okay, now open your towel and pull your legs up to your chest."

I did so, holding my legs forward with my hands on my knees, and momma
moved off of the toilet and positioned herself between my legs.  My little
heart was beating fast at the thought that I was about to experience a big
girl sensation.  Momma leaned forward.

"Ready?"

"Uh-huh."

"Okay", she said, "here goes."

And with that, she separated my little puss lips with one hand and with her
other, she worked the tampon up and down my slit a couple of times until
she located my puss opening, and then slowly eased it into me.  At that
young age I did not yet know what it felt like to be fucked - the passion,
the sensation, the pleasure of it.  But remembering back on it now, it is
that same intensity of emotion that I felt then.  I felt so warm all over.
I felt so tingly.  I know now that what I was really feeling was arousal.

And then momma pushed the plunger.  I had forgotten that was coming.  As
she slowly drove it in, I slowly felt myself becoming full.  Incredibly,
gloriously full.  At this point I felt I would almost pass out.  Finally,
she had it all the way in me and she stopped.  She just held everything in
place for a moment while studying my face to gauge my reaction.  Did I like
it, was it painful, did she need to remove everything right away?  The look
on my face must have confirmed that all was okay and then, and only then,
she slowly pulled the plastic applicator out of me.  I felt it as the tip
slipped free of my pussy.

"Okay, that's it.  Sit up and take a look."  Momma seemed to be beaming at
me.

I let loose of my legs and raised up, bending forward to look between my
legs.  I could now see that I, too, had a cotton string emerging from
between my lips.  I reached down and felt of the string.  I took it between
my fingers and gently tugged on it.  I looked up at momma and smiled.  I
don't know why.  I just felt proud, I guess.

Wow.  Now, I had had the full story.  That's where babies come from.  You
know, I really think I'm going to like this tampon thing (did I have a lot
to learn).  I had seen mom do that so many times and it didn't seem too
yucky and it felt kind of ... sexy.  Yeah, sexy.  But that dancing dick
business thing - that was a bit tougher to swallow.  (Prophetic words, eh?)

"So, you and dad danced with his dick in you?"

"Uh-huh."

"And that's where I came from?"

"Uh-huh."

I thought on that a moment while still playing with my string.

"Did it hurt?"

Mom chuckled a little.  "No, not really.  As a matter of fact, it can feel
very good.  Extremely good.  For both the dad and the mom.  Have you ever
touched your self down here and noticed it feeling good?"

I had sometimes put my finger or hand down there, touching my peehole or
close to it.  I did notice a pleasant sensation when I would do it.  I
would keep it there sometimes for a while.  It felt nice, but it was not
anything incredible.  I didn't think it felt wonderful enough to justify
letting a boy dick dance with you.

"Sometimes ... a little", I said.

"Did anything special occur?"

I didn't know what she meant.  I guess she suspected that.

"You see, Katie, if you rub it just right, your pussy will make you feel
incredibly good.  And it is the same for boys with their dicks.  It feels
good to them when they shoot liquid in a girls pussy.  It's called cumming.
Boys cum and girls cum and it feels good for both."

Well, as I said, I had touched my pussy before but it was not anything
special.

"Do you have to do it a certain way to make it feel good?"  Maybe I was
just doing it wrong or maybe I had the wrong spot.

"Well, you concentrate up here at the top of you puss on this little button
area, but slowly at first because it can be very sensitive when you first
start" she said as she spread her puss lips a bit and pointed at a fleshy
fold.  "You can try it if you like, Katie."

One of my qualities is that I can be talked into trying anything once,
something that has gotten me into trouble more than a few times.  But, hey,
this was momma.  If she okayed it, then it was alright.  I let go of my
tampon string and stretched so that my legs were extended fully out in
front of me.  My hairless little cunny looked small and pouty compared to
mom's hair covered mound.  Tentatively, I spread myself with my right index
finger and found the familiar place I knew was there.  My peehole.  That is
how I thought of it.  But as I moved my finger a little, it felt no more
special than before.

"How will I know when I come, momma?"

"Oh, you will know.  Don't worry.  It is unmistakable."

"Well, what does it feel like?"

I think at this point momma was a little perturbed that she had steered the
conversation in this direction, but it was certainly too late now to turn
back.  And after a pregnant pause (ok, I had to gratuitously throw that in
here considering the subject - but it was a long pause), momma asked that
immortal question.

"Would you like me to show you, Kate?"

Yes, I wanted to be shown.  But I hardly realized the profound effect that
my response would have on the rest of my life or my nascent sexuality.

"Ok."

"Alright.  It works a little better if I stretch out my legs a bit, so why
don't you move back to where you were."  I slid back to the wall with the
tub by my side as momma scooted her bottom to the front of the toilet seat
and stretched her legs forward.  She kicked off her panties entirely.  "I
like to have my panties off because I can move a bit freer."

I know it had happened to me before, but I could feel my cunny getting wet
and sticky and feeling itchy - more than any time previous.  My puss felt
primed but I was not quite sure for what.

Momma leaned back against the toilet tank and reached both hands between
her legs.  One hand she used to spread her protruding lips and the other
began a circuitous dance upon her glistening folds.  I sat totally
mesmerized at the sight of momma touching her peehole.  I was literally
transfixed by the way she deftly manipulated herself.  Instinctively, I
knew that what I was seeing was something very special and intimate.  My
puss was flowing as I watched.

Momma's finger moved slowly at first between her legs, occasionally dipping
down lower and deeper into herself.  Wetness seemed to spread all over in
between her thighs.  Briefly momma stopped, sat up, and removed her
nightshirt and leaned back again, totally nude.  I could see that momma's
nipples were standing tall again, but she made no effort to hide them this
time.  I wanted to touch them.

Momma started again to furiously rub at her cunny.  She was making moaning
sounds and her ass was wiggling a bit on the toilet seat.  I began to
notice a pungency about the air.  It made my face flush and my nostrils
flair to smell it.  I noticed that the tampon string exiting momma's puss
was now completely wet, whereas before it had been dry.  My breathing was
becoming deep and slow as was momma's.

Wanting to see all, I moved closer to mom's side and got up on my knees.  I
was next to her waist now and could see her fingers working at her puss up
close.  Without thinking I placed a hand on her thigh and pulled her legs a
bit wider to give myself more of a view.  Just as I did this momma's thighs
began to quiver really fast and she seemed to attack her puss with a
ferocity that seemed unimaginable.  Guttural sounds began to emanate from
her lips.

"Uuuuugggggghhhhh!  AAAaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh.  Isshhh.  Isshhh.  Ah ... Ah
... Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"

I pulled back quickly.  I must have hurt momma somehow because she sounded
in pain!

"Ooh.  Ooh.  Ooh...."  Her finger slowed, as did her thrashing.  I sat
scared.

Momma rested a moment and then opened her eyes and looked at me with a
gentle smile on her lips.  She must have seen my distress.

"It's okay, babe.  That was me cumming.  It felt good.  Very good.  It's so
intense it just makes you lose control like that."  She took her hand that
had been rubbing herself and placed it on my cheek.  She gently worked her
fingers back through my hair, stroking it.  I began to calm down now that I
knew momma was okay.  And I noticed that her hand smelled quite musky.  I
felt my heart pounding from the scare I had just received and the sight I
had just seen.  Also, I think my heart was pounding at the thought of how
my first orgasm would feel to me as soon as I tried this.  Somehow mommas
can read your mind.

"Are you ready to try now?"

"Uh-huh", I said, as I tried to contain my excitement.

Momma got up from the seat and moved over.  I raised up from the floor sans
my towel and crossed over to the toilet in front of her.  As I turned to
take my place there, I noticed that drops of dew glistened all over the
seat where momma had just been.  As I sat down and leaned back and
stretched my legs like momma, a swirl of feelings rushed through me.  The
thought of being nude in the same spot as momma, rubbing myself like a
woman made me feel like a grown up, like momma.  The uncertainty of what I
would feel as my first orgasm surged though me was both thrilling and
discomfiting.  My little ass wiggled into position as I prepared to begin.
Momma moved back over and sat on the side of the tub next to me, preparing
to guide me on my journey of self-discovery.

Just as momma, I took a two-handed approach.  Using one hand to open
myself, I used the other to massage my cunny.  It had never felt like this
in between my legs before.  But even so, it seemed that my strokings were a
bit clumsy and I soon was losing the 'feel', if you know what I mean.

"Momma, I don't think I'm doing it right."

Pause.  Long pause.  "Would you like me to do it for you, hon?"

Yeah, momma's an expert.  I have full faith in her abilities.

"Uh-huh."

Momma reached across my thigh and her hand replaced mine.  She gently poked
her finger into the folds of my puss and pulled upward to just above my
peehole.  Gently, she began to flick her finger across the hidden place in
my cunny.  The deftness of her more experienced ministrations quickly began
to have an incredible effect on me.

"I can feel your clitty becoming engorged."

I had no idea what she was talking about, but it sounded like a good thing
and it made me even hotter.  And I noticed that momma's nipples, which had
briefly receded, were once again swollen and pointy.  I could not take my
eyes from them, something that did not escape momma's notice.  She began
lightly cupping her breasts with her free hand, rubbing her nipples lightly
between her fingers.  I wished that I had breasts with large nipples to
rub.

I don't know what momma was doing or how she was doing it, but it felt
incredible.  In fact, it felt so that good I could scarcely hold still.  I
was starting to squirm and wiggle on the toilet seat.  I noticed that I
could slide one way or the other and it felt better in between my legs.  I
just kept 'driving' momma to some secret spot that felt unbelievably
wonderful.

Soon, a new feeling began to emerge in my crotch - something I had not
experienced before.  It began to feel full and itchy.  It started to feel
like I needed an incredible pee - except I didn't.  I was not sure what it
was, but I was beginning to wiggle my ass on the toilet even more.  With
one hand I began to separate my pubic folds.  I'm not sure why.  It just
felt good to do it.  My other hand shot out and grasped momma's thigh.
That's when it hit.

My legs went straight, my back arched, I began to tremble all over.  It was
like a thousand, million volts surged through my tiny body at once;
starting at my puss and radiating up through my abdomen and also down
through my legs.  Even my tiny non-existent breasts felt on fire.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeghhhhh.  Aaahhh.  Aaahhhh.  Ooooooooooohhhhuuuuuuuuuuhhhh!
Uhh. Uhh.  Uhh."

I never expected anything like that.  Even seeing it happen to momma did
not prepare me for the feeling that came over me.  As the intensity
subsided I was left panting, trying to catch my breath.  Momma pulled her
hand away from my little cunny and was watching me with a huge smile on her
face knowing I had just been awakened to a whole new experience.  A fog
slowly lifted from my mind and as I began to come to my senses, I scrambled
off the toilet and quickly flew into momma's arms.  I was all gangly - all
arms and legs - as I wrapped my self around her.  I don't know if I was
terrified or frightened or excited or happy.  I was on the crest of an
emotional wave; thousands of new sensations and feelings were washing over
me and I was unprepared for them at my tender age.

I buried my face into momma's neck and began to weep softly.  My cunny had
straddled momma's leg and the harder I tried to cling to her, the more my
dripping cunny slipped around on her leg.  Momma reached round behind me
and put a hand on my little fanny to support me.  Finally, I was able to
sit still.

As my whimpers began to ease up, I pulled my head back and could look down
momma's body.  One of her breasts was crushed against me, but the other was
free and looked so beautiful with its nipple still hard and pointy.  I
pulled one arm from around momma's neck and touched her breast and nipple.

"When will I get these, momma?"

"Soon, dear.  Very soon."

That made me smile.  I so wanted to be like momma.  I felt much better now.

"Well, young lady, I think you best be getting into bed now."

I really didn't want to go just yet.

"Momma?"

"Yes, Kate?"

I was still playing with her breast.

"Could you ... could you do that to me again?"

"Goodness, girl!  Didn't that satisfy you?"

"Please, momma?" I begged.

Momma smiled at me and relented.

"Okay, girl.  One more time."

Happily, I slid off her lap.  And I had the presence of mind this time to
notice that as I slid down momma's leg that it, too, felt good to my cunny.
I even let out a little ooh.

Momma began to laugh.  "Did that feel good?"

"Uh-huh."

I climbed back up on the toilet seat, again taking notice that it was very
wet.  I leaned back on the toilet, grabbed momma's hand and pushed it back
between my legs.  Momma began to realize just how much I meant it when I
asked for a second stroking.  I did want another cum and now.  Momma
continued to smile at me bemusedly as she fingered me to a second orgasm.
It happened faster the second time, but it still felt truly, incredibly
amazing.

By now, I was totally exhausted.  In fact I was completely debilitated.  I
just slid off the toilet into the floor, which was easy considering how wet
the seat was after having been cum on three times in a row.  My legs were
jelly and I didn't feel that I could walk.  Momma was laughing at me and my
predicament as she helped me up and to my room.  She assisted me getting
into bed.  Even though I was still naked from my bath, momma pulled the
covers up over me and I slept in the nude for the first time in my life.
And did I sleep.  Something I learned over time - a good cum is the best
little sleeping potion!

I awoke quite dreamily the next morning.  For a few minutes my mind had
difficulty embracing the here and now.  But slowly I came to and realized
that I was still unclothed.  The feel of nakedness beneath the covers was a
new sensation to me and I was just beginning to learn how my body could
enjoy sensations.  I rolled around under the covers a little just to feel
it against my bare skin.  I ran my hands down my body and onto my thighs
and then drew my hands up between them.  As soon as my fingers reached my
puss, I began to linger there and touch myself.  I recalled how my cunny
had brought me such pleasure the evening before.  And I remembered - I
still had a tampon in!  I explored and quickly located the string and gave
it a tug.  It resisted my pull and reminded me how full it made my little
puss feel.

Continuing to pull the string with one hand, my other hand searched out
that magic spot that momma had touched.  My finger located it and began
gentle circles around it.  Ooh, it felt so good.  So deliciously ...  What?
Dirty?  No.  Naughty?  No.  No, momma had taught this to me herself, so
there was obviously nothing wrong with touching your peehole.  It was
deliciously erotic, sensual, carnal.  I did not know those words at age 10,
but I knew those emotions and they were making me melt between my legs and
even on my inside.  Tenderly stroking myself made me hotter and being
hotter made me stroke myself more.  I could not hold still on the bed.  I
thrashed about.  I pulled at my tampon.  Momma's lesson for me had paid
off.  This was working.  This felt like last night.  I could feel the
intensity in my puss rising.  Growing.  Getting ready to explode.

"AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh.  AAAAAAeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhh.  Uuuuhhhh.  Uuuuuuuh.
Uhhh."

Something I discovered over time is that I am very vocal and loud when I
come.  I can't control it.  I've often tried, but as soon as orgasm hits, I
loose my senses and forget to suppress my passionate utterances.  Every
time.  Perhaps that is why many neighbors give me odd looks even to this
day.

Momma quickly rushed into the room.

"Are you okay?"

As soon as she saw me she began to laugh.

"Again?"

"Uh-huh."

"You did it yourself this time."

"Uh-huh."

Momma sat on the edge of my bed and began to lightly stroke my hair as she
smiled at me.

"Did it feel good?"

"Uh-huh."

I was still panting and could hardly speak.  I still had my string in my
other hand.  Momma took notice.

"You probably should remove that soon.  You don't want to leave it in too
long."

"Uh-huh."

Momma continued to stroke my hair for a while, looking down at me.  I felt
very close to momma at that moment.  Very loved.  Very appreciated.  I've
always felt that I've had momma's approval.  Approval for what?  Approval
for life.  Approval to try.  Approval to experiment.  Approval for
anything.  That has always been important to me.

Momma stopped stroking my hair for a moment and cupped my cheek in her hand
and looked intently at me.  After a long gaze, she spoke.

"I think I'll do myself, too", momma said.

She stood up off the bed and unbuttoned her shirt and pulled the shirttail
from her shorts.  She allowed it to slide off her shoulders and it fell to
the floor.  Reaching around back, she un-hooked her bra and it joined her
shirt, permitting her beautiful breast to stand free.  Upon unsnapping and
unzipping her shorts, she hooked them with her thumbs and eased them down
her legs and her panties with them.  Momma's triangle patch of hair was
revealed between her legs and descending from it, the cotton string of her
tampon.  I moved over to one side of my bed and momma lay down naked beside
me.  She positioned herself on one side, facing a little towards me and
began to rub her peehole.  I lay facing momma, intently watching her give
pleasure to herself.  Momma's eyes were closed as she rubbed her cunny.
Watching her made my little puss come alive again.  I could feel wetness
flowing out of myself again.  I dipped a finger inside of my little hole.
It was so wet and slippery.  I brought it to my face and it had such an
intoxicating aroma to it.  Momma had opened her eyes and was watching me
inhale my smell.  Briefly, she brought her hand to my nose.

"Do I smell like you?"

"Uh-huh."

"Smell good?"

"Uh-huh."

Momma returned her finger to her cunny and rubbed with renewed intensity.
I could no longer just watch.  I rolled to my back and scooted next to
momma and I began to rub my peehole again.  There was something about being
side-by-side with momma that gave me a comforting feeling.  Both of us with
our fingers plunged into our pussies.  Both of us working towards that
intense, emotional, intimate release that helped define us as women.  Both
of us on fire, watching each other as consuming passion and swift fingers
swept through our pussies.

I began to feel my orgasm build within me.  My legs grew completely stiff
and began to quake.  Momma looked at me, knowing what was coming and
knowing sent her over too.  Both of us together, cumming in a rash of
sounds and groans and grunts, legs flailing, backs arching, fingers digging
into sheets and pillows and flesh - not always our own.

We both lay exhausted, breathing hard and sweaty.  I rolled over against
momma and just held on to her and she wrapped an arm around me.  I marveled
at her hard nipples and began to play with one.  I looked down her tummy
and saw the curly tendrils of her pubic hair.  I reached down and stroked
it and ran it through my fingers.  Momma shivered when I touched it.  I was
surprised by its coarseness.  I could feel the wetness of momma's dew in
it.

"When will I change momma?"

"Soon dear, very soon."

I love momma.

No, not in a sexual way.  Yes, we masturbate together from time to time.
Not because we are lovers, but because we are women sharing our intense
emotional feelings with each other.  I've had lovers.  Momma has had
lovers.  We have our own private sexual lives, which we both each enjoy
very much.  When we masturbate together, we don't even view it as sex.
Rather, we see it as self-fulfillment.  We see it as emotional release.  We
see it as physical gratification.  We see it as sharing our womanliness.  I
could no more make love to momma than ... well, I don't know what.  But, I
couldn't.  I like to watch momma masturbate and know that she enjoys her
life and her body and the pleasures it can bring to her and I think that is
the same reason she likes to watch me.

Sometimes we do it when watching a romance movie.  Sometimes we do it after
she or I have come from a date with someone that interests us and we feel
the need for release.  Sometimes, one of us will just start doing it and
the other will watch or join in, knowing that the initiator was driven to
the need by something unspoken or maybe spoken or maybe seen or maybe just
imagined.  Neither of us questions the other's motivation.  Sometimes a
girl's got to do what a girl's got to do.  Why ask?

Once, momma even said to me, "Kate, would you finger yourself so I can
watch?"  I wasn't particularly aroused at the time, but if momma had a need
I was going to fulfill it and so I did.  And momma just watched.  And when
I came she just smiled and said thanks and left the room while I redressed.
I don't know why she asked, but I tend to think it gave her satisfaction to
know that her daughter enjoys her body, enjoys her sexuality, enjoys her
womanhood.  And I do.  So if that makes me a sick puppy, so be it.  Me and
momma know otherwise.  Love ya, mom.


If you enjoyed this or if you have ever had an experience akin to this or
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