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Subject: {ASS} {RP} Entry for July 6, 2009 -
Continuing My Introduction to Our Family {Julie_Love}
{M+ F+ m f g+ b+ inc ped bi cons} 2010/03/30
STANDARD DISCLAIMER
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The material herein is fictional and is intended as
ADULT entertainment. It contains material of an
adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. It contains themes of
incest and underage sexual activities. If you are
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(The original source for this story was from the
original Yahoo Blog written by Julie. It has been
updated with comments throughout to provide the
reader with added information which was not allowed
in the Yahoo environment. Please enjoy the story.)
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In my last entry I started to provide you with some of
my background. I had briefly mentioned that Jen and I
had started a sexual relationship when she was 9. I
should tell you a little more about that. Its not
quite like it happened in one fell swoop. Our
relationship changed over the course of several
months, in fact many years of pre-conditioning
ourselves. First off, we were nudists. We saw each
other naked all the time and other people as well.
When we moved out to Vancouver, we continued being
nudists in our home and would strip off our clothes
when we got home. Nudity was not anything unusual.
I had started sleep-sharing when my daughter Jen was a
baby. I was a young mom of 16 and I had Jen's
bassinet in my bedroom. If she so much as moved I was
awake and up right away. But being a teenager still I
soon gave up (sleep was so much better) and just kept
her with me in the bed. If she needed to feed I would
pull her to me and she would nestle right in and feed.
I did have lots of leakage so most times I'd wake up
with wet sheets. I soon learned to cover the mattress
with a rubber cover then a mattress pad, a bottom
sheet, a flannel sheet, then a top sheet and finally
a quilt or comforter. I even rolled up a blanket into
a tube and placed that on the other side of Jen so she
wouldn't roll out of the bed. At the time I didn't
know about the name - sleep sharing - I just thought
it was a great idea that worked well for me. In time
Jen did have her own bed, but many mornings she'd be
back in my bed with me and cuddled up in my arms. When
I graduated from University and moved to Vancouver for
my first job, Jen was sleeping more in my bed than in
her own. The only time she would sleep in her own bed
was when I had a date night because I had a baby
sitter stay with her.
Over time I got to be very comfortable with her being
in the bed with me. I'd even got to masturbating
myself while she slept. I didn't do that every night
but there were mornings before I would have to get up
that I'd find myself fondling my breasts and my vulva
and eventually giving myself a nice comforting orgasm.
It is such a perfect way to start the day.
Well, one Saturday morning in February about 2 weeks
after Jens 9th birthday, I must have been a little
later than usual. I was laying flat on the bed with
both knees up and spread. I had one hand caressing my
breasts and the other moving up and down my body. I
would rub my fingers along my labia, slip them inside
me getting the fingertips wet then slip the fingers
around and around my clitoris. I was feeling pretty
horny and I was very wet and sloppy. I would take my
fingers off me and slip my fingers into my mouth to
savour my own natural flavours. I'd then return my
hand to my pussy after a brief stop to tweak my
nipples. I had been doing this for probably 20
minutes working myself up to having a wonderful
orgasm. I had my eyes closed and was working the pads
of my index and middle fingers faster and faster
across my clitoris and was almost to my orgasm when I
felt a hand on my breast.
My eyes flashed open, I screamed and by instinct
almost hit the hand when I realized it was Jen. She
was looking at my face, her eyes wide open and looking
so scared and shocked. She was almost in tears. I
immediately turned towards her and pulled her against
me, holding her tightly against my chest and hugging
her while rubbing her naked back with one hand. I
talked to her gently and softly. I told her that she
was OK and that I was OK. Once we had both calmed
down some more, I told her that I wasn't mad at her at
all, just surprised. Jens head was resting on my arm
with her face snuggled into my right breast, she
turned her head upward and looked up at my face. I
knew she wanted to ask me something but wasn't quite
sure how to start. So I started and I asked her how
much she'd seen. She put her head back into my chest
and quietly said that she'd been watching for about 3
weeks. She turned her head back to look at me and
asked if I was mad about that. I told her that I was
not mad. After about a minute of me rubbing her back
and she snuggled into my right breast she asked me why
I was rubbing myself between my legs because when she
did it she didn't feel anything. I told her that I
was trying to give myself and orgasm and that having
an orgasm takes some time to learn but once you do, it
is wonderful.
I had always talked with Jen in the same manner as
my mom had talked with me. We shared. I treated her
with respect and she learned to do that with me. We
talked, listened to each other and I would answer all
her questions as best I could trying to make sure I
wasn't telling her at a level that was way over her
capability to understand. We developed a strong
mother-daughter bond that lasts to this day and will
continue forever. This openness gave us the
confidence to have very open and frank discussions
about sex, orgasms and body parts.
We moved ourselves up in the bed so that I could
lay more upright with my back up against the head
board of the bed. I scrunched my pillow to support my
back and Jen snuggled back into my right arm. She
placed her head more on my upper arm this time so she
could look up at me. Her right arm was resting on my
tummy while my right arm gently rubbed her back
sometimes going as low to touch and rub her cute
bottom. While I held Jen we talked. She asked me
questions and I would give her straight answers. She
asked me about my nipples and why I pulled them. I
told her that when I was aroused that my nipples would
get very sensitive, stiff and that touching them and
eventually pulling them made the feelings very good.
I remember that her hand moved a little but she kept
it on my tummy. Now I realize that she wanted to see
what my nipples felt like. She asked about where I
was rubbing myself between my legs because she
couldn't quite see. I had her sit up and I lifted my
left leg to expose my vulva. Using my left hand I
touched my labia asking her if she remembered the
names of the parts of the body. She responded with
the word labia. I smiled and said she had a good
memory. Then I continued with my lesson touching
myself and she responding with the correct names. I
told her that when I was stimulated I would get wet
inside my vagina and that if I used my wetness on my
fingertips that rubbing my clitoris would feel nicer.
She was happy with that discussion for that morning.
She announced that she was hungry and bounced out of
bed. I remember wishing that I could continue my own
lessons myself but her banging around in the kitchen
got me up and moving.
In the weeks that followed we got into more
discussions which eventually lead to us touching each
other and then ourselves. We got to the point of
masturbating while in bed together. She'd watch me
and copy what I did. I have to admit that I did love
to watch her jill off. We even congratulated each
other when we had our orgasms. Before too long, she
and I got to helping each other. I would show her how
to place her fingers better. Maybe provide some
lubrication to help her. Before I realized it we'd
started to finger each other, give each other kisses
and well I realized the first time that I licked her
clitoris that we'd reached a turning point. We talked
about what we were doing and even though she was only
9, I new she was more mature at that age than her
other friends. We never stopped nor did I feel that
what we were doing was wrong. It just simply felt
natural and good.
Today we are still having our mom and daughter
times. I do miss her when she is away at university
but when she returns home we do have our mom/daughter
play times with the approval of my family who knows we
need to reacquaint ourselves.
I hope that this writing is interesting to you and
I welcome your comments.
Julie (horny mom)
www.asstr.org/~julie_love/
dated created 2009/07/06 - last updated 2010/03/30
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