Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2008 09:09:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay699@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sanitary Napkins (lesbian/incest, f/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts incest between
mother and daughter.  If this type of content
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read it.

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                   Sanitary Napkins
                         By
                        Jan

	My parents named me Karla after one of my
grandmothers.  I was always self-conscious about the
amount of body hair I had.  I had thick eyebrows,
facial hair and even hairs around my nipples and being
a little overweight, not that I'm fat or anything.  I
was just a little too plump.  As I grew up and never
considered myself attractive.  I hated the color of
my long brown hair.

	I thought my mom was the most beautiful
woman on earth.  Her name was Heidi.  She was very
pretty.  Her hair was fashionably short and she was
always experimenting with new styles.  She was
always fighting to keep her weight down and she did
manage to never vary more than one dress size.  But
she was always looking for that magic diet that would
keep her weight down.

	I have one sister who is four years older than
me and a couple of sisters much younger.  I was never
close to them because they were so young.  To me
they were nothing but shitty diapers to be changed
all of the time.

	Her mother's second husband's child support
went a long way towards making ends meet.  She
worked for Social Services because she had been in
and out of the system so much.

	We lived in a suburb of Detroit at the time.  It
was not the best neighborhood to grow up in.  We
lived in a modest home but because of all of the
cutbacks at the automobile plants there were a lot of
foreclosed homes that were abandoned.  They
became the hangouts for youthful street gangs, drug
dealers and derelicts.  It was not safe for a girl to
walk the streets.  The remaining families did their
best to keep the streets safe.

	At least our family was fortunate enough to
afford a three bedroom house.  When the younger
sisters came along my older sister and I moved into
the basement for a little privacy.  We did our best to
make the basement into a viable living space for the
two of us.  The only thing we did not have down there
was a bathroom.  We had to go upstairs to do our
thing.

	When I was almost 16-years old, one of my
friends had a job as a lifeguard at the city swimming
pool.  I wanted to get a job working there too.  I
started training and studying to take the test.  At
least the swimming trimmed my figure down some.
When it came time to take the written test and the
swimming test, as luck would have it, I got my period
the night before.

	I told my Mom, she told me she would help me.
She told me to use "Tampons".  That was no big deal,
I knew about them.  Mom took it upon herself to take
me in the bathroom and show me how to insert one.  I
watched as she took off her panties and placed one
foot on top of the toilet seat.  I was sitting on the
bathtub rim watching her as she inserted the
cardboard cylinder into her pussy.  She used two
fingers on either side of her vagina and pressed the
flesh to force her pussy open.  I had seen the hairs
on her pussy before but this was the first time I
ever got a good look at her pussy.  When she had the
tube in place she used the plunger to insert the
absorbent material in her pussy before pulling the
tube out, leaving the string dangling out of her pussy.

	Then she changed places with me.  When I had
my panties off and one foot on the toilet seat my
mother used her thumb and fingers to part my pussy.
It felt so strange to have someone touch my pussy
even it was an innocent demonstration.  When she
removed the paper tube she asked me how it felt.  All
I could think of saying was that it felt strange.  She
asked me to follow her into her bedroom.

	I followed her into her bedroom without even
thinking about the fact that we had left our panties
in the bathroom.  Mom laid down on the bed as she
invited me to join her while she talked to me about
our bodies.  She introduced the subject of
masturbation by telling me that she knew I was
masturbating but she was sure it would feel better if
she masturbated me until I had an orgasm.  While she
was talking to me she started rubbing herself.  She
had pulled her dress up to expose her crotch before
she started playing with herself.  I could not believe
my mother did things like that.  I was fascinated as I
watched her bring herself to an orgasm.

	Our family was not shy about walking around the
house in the naked but this was far beyond just
casually walking around naked.  She was so casual
about the way she was talking I felt comfortable
about it.  She was assuring me that it was okay for
me to masturbate.  To prove her point she placed the
hand that had been stimulating her own clit on my
pussy and started rubbing my vulva.  It felt so good
the way she was rubbing me.  It was so thrilling I
thought I would pee all over her bed.  I could not help
humping her fingers as they invaded my pussy.  I
never loved my mother more that at that moment.  I
melted under her persistent probing.  It was more
relaxing that visiting a masseuse or a chiropractor.
When I climaxed she was very gentle.  She rolled me
over and rubbed my shoulders and back.  She kneaded
my butt.  She laid on top of me and while I could feel
her tits resting on my back she stuck her finger into
my asshole.  I could not believe my own mother would
find that exciting.  I was even more astonished when
she turned me back over and I saw her sucking on the
finger that had just been in my ass.

	She peeled my clothes off of me before she
administered the same devotion to my breasts that
she had shown to my butt.  It was an unbelievable
thrill when she sucked on my nipples.  I was going
crazy by the time her hand reached my pussy.  She
masturbated me again she manipulated my clitoris
until I climaxed and it felt even better than the first
time.  That was so enjoyable I slept on her bed until
morning.

	I did pass the tests the next day and got the
job.  I did enjoy being in control of the pool.  Any
punks that got out of line I would kick them out of
the pool.  As I became more comfortable with the
power, I was able to assume more control.  I gained in
confidence and when I was home alone with Mom I
would make sure to renew our relationship.

	We were spending so much time in bed with
each other Mom knew my body better than me.  One
evening when we were alone she started me off
masturbating me as usual but without warning she
leaned over my body and placed her mouth right on
my pussy.  I had heard about women doing that to
other women but would not have believed my mother
would do that sort of thing.  She used her tongue to
stimulate my clitoris even better than she did with
her fingers.  She spent a long time down there
sucking on my pussy and even did it while sticking a
finger up my ass.  I had thought nothing could be
better that her masturbating me but little did I
know.

	I had to find out what she tasted like too.  She
wrapped her legs around my neck and locked her
ankles as if I was planning to get away.  At one point I
did raise up so that I lifted her butt up so I could
stick my finger in her asshole like she did to me.

	One evening she had a personal battery powered
vibrator hidden under her pillow.  She rubbed the end
against my pussy opening until it was wet before she
inserted it.  When I got used to the thing in my pussy
she moved the switch and the thing began to hum.
The vibration was like a nerve was attached to my
brain and teeth.  I could not believe what she was
doing to me just when I thought I could not take any
more she turned it up to high speed and I went into a
quivering climax that caused me to pass out.

	When I recovered I had to use her toy on her.
She did respond to the toy just like I had but it took
much longer to get her off.  I don't know if my
sisters ever figured out what was going on between
us.  I never discussed it with my older sister.  She
was almost ready to move away from home when Mom
and I started having sex with each other.

	Eventually I made the move out on my own too.
That did not stop our relationship at all.  Whenever
she comes to visit she brings her toys and any new
ones she wants to try out.  When I return home I get
to sleep with her.  I suspect my younger half sisters
are also becoming beneficiaries of mom's special
tutoring.



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