JL090706.txt <!--ADULTS ONLY--> 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 ------------------- 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 offended by (or it is illegal for you to read) sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further. All characters in the story are fictitious; any similarity to any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone nor endorse any of the activities described in this story. (c) Copyright 2010, 2011 Julie ALL Rights Reserved! This material may NOT be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This material may be freely distributed with this notice attached and with credit to the author. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License (CC-by-nc-nd) ----------------------------------------------- (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.) ----------------------------------------------- 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 **** end of text ****