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 Comfort

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Ruth heard her daughter cry out in the night and was instantly awake, as only a mother can be. It sounded like she was having a nightmare. Ruth threw on her dressing gown and went across the hallway into Melanie’s bedroom. The 13-year-old was asleep but whimpering and crying. Ruth gently touched her shoulder, and the girl sat up suddenly and opened her eyes wide, then caught sight of her mother and burst into tears. The woman hugged her, feeling her sobs lessen, her heart catching at the girl’s distress. Since her husband had died four years ago Melanie was her only companion and she loved the girl more dearly than she could have believed possible.

 

She soothed the distressed teenager. ‘It’s OK, my love, it was just a bad dream. You’re all right.’

 

Gradually she was calmed. ‘Do you want to come into my bed?’

 

The girl nodded, her face streaked with tears, and got up and padded across the hall in her short Winnie-the-Pooh nightie which she still insisted on wearing. Ruth took off her gown and got into bed naked. She had slept nude ever since she met her husband and preferred it to pyjamas or nighties. They hugged briefly and Melanie snuggled down and was soon asleep; her mother followed suit.

 

Later Ruth was awakened by small movements in the bed. Careful not to show she was awake, she investigated with all her senses and eventually worked out that her daughter was moving her hand in gentle rhythmic movements, her breathing controlled. With a flutter of excitement she realised that Melanie was masturbating, and then immediately felt guilty at her excitement. She wasn’t a prude – far from it, she had enjoyed sex with both men and women, and masturbated herself when she felt the need – but the idea of her young daughter doing it was strange. However, the girl was 13, already developing breasts and pubic hair, and her periods had been going for nearly two years. Ruth could remember how her hormones had raged at the same age and what she had done to try and satisfy her new urges.

 

So she lay there quietly, sensing her daughter’s slowly rising arousal, and trying to ignore the growing itch between her own legs and the warm moistness that was developing there. After a while, Melanie began to grunt very softly, and the bed shook slightly as she achieved her orgasm. Almost immediately she was fast asleep again, relaxed and sated. Her mother took a lot longer to get to sleep.

 

In the morning there was the usual frantic rush to get ready for school and work, respectively, and Melanie was completely normal. She apologised briefly for her nightmare. Her mother reassured her that it was not a problem, but wondered if there was something troubling her, for the girl was not usually bothered by bad dreams. She watched her daughter go off to school, dressed in her white blouse and far-too-short skirt (the school regularly sent letters home complaining about the amount of leg on show, but the girls ignored them en masse), and thought how fast she was growing up. She also wondered how often Melanie masturbated; whether she had discussed it with her friends; what else they might do.

 

The evening was taken up with eating, homework, housework until about 9 p.m. As they settled down to watch a film on TV, Ruth noticed that her daughter was looking a little worried. She asked her if her nightmare was bothering her. To her surprise the girl came over and sat by her, snuggling against her, and burst into tears. ‘It was horrible, mum, I was so scared! I couldn’t move ...’

 

Gentle questioning only elicited the statement that she even didn’t want to think about it. Ruth wondered if it had been triggered off by some incident at school; but she knew better than to try and probe. Information would be given out when it was ready. Instead she asked Melanie if she wanted to sleep with her again.

 

‘Can I mum? You don’t mind?’

 

Ruth kissed her head, smelling the conditioner in her long straight brown hair. Melanie was a pretty girl, slim and poised, and was rapidly turning into a very attractive young woman. Her mother had been like that once; perhaps she was still an attractive older woman – if 40 could be said to be old these days.

 

‘You go up and I’ll be along shortly,’ she said when the film ended. Washing and undressing in the bathroom later, Ruth wondered if she would catch her daughter masturbating again, and the idea made her nipples swell and harden suddenly.

 

She slipped into the bed, naked, and Melanie turned and hugged her.

 

‘Why don’t you wear a nightie, mum?’ she asked.

 

‘I never have, since I was 18 or so,’ Ruth answered. ‘I like sleeping like this. Anyway, nighties always get tangled up around you.’

 

‘Mmm, they do. Maybe I’ll try it.’ She sat up and pulled Winnie-the-Pooh off over her head, revealing her slim shoulders and breast buds with their big puffy pink nipples. She gave her mother a big smile and snuggled down again, hugging her tightly and giggling as their bare flesh rubbed together.

 

‘Mmm, that feels nice! You’re so soft.’

 

‘Not as soft as you,’ Ruth said, kissing her on the cheek. Her daughter wriggled against her for a while, then kissed her on the mouth and turned away. ‘Night-night.’

 

The feel of her daughter’s naked body against hers had got Ruth guiltily aroused. Her nipples were hard and she wondered if Melanie had noticed. She lay awake for ages, wondering whether she dare masturbate. Trouble was, she had trouble climaxing silently and motionlessly.

 

After a while she noticed the tell-tale signs of her daughter’s activity. Her hand was moving rhythmically and her breathing was deeper. Ruth grew even more excited. Without stopping to think, she slipped her hand down and touched Melanie’s wrist. The girl instantly went rigid.

 

‘It’s OK, my love,’ her mother whispered. ‘We all do it. Just enjoy it.’ She covered her daughter’s hand with her own, gently pressing the slim fingers against the soft mound of her pubes, and encouraging her to start stroking again. She could tell that two of Melanie’s fingertips were between her labia. She started a soft slow circular motion.

 

The young girl moaned very softly and gave a small shudder. Ruth persisted, and eventually Melanie withdrew her own fingers and let her mother take over altogether. She stretched her arms up above her head and spread her thighs slightly as the sensations grew inside her. Her hips writhed gently, pushing her pubes up into her mother’s palm. Ruth could feel the wetness spreading as her fingers massaged her daughter’s small rubbery clitoris.

 

Suddenly the 13-year-old caught her breath, then gave a series of little cries, pumping her bottom into the mattress and throwing her head from side to side. Her mother carried on stroking until the orgasm had run its course, then gave the clit and labia a few gentle caresses to ease the descent. Melanie was breathing hard. She moaned and buried her face in her mother’s shoulder.

 

‘Oh mum!’

 

‘I love you,’ Ruth whispered.

 

‘Oh mum I love you so much! That was ... incredible.’

 

‘I’m glad.’

 

The girl was silent for a while, hugging her very aroused parent tightly. Eventually she said, ‘Mum ... do you do it too?’

 

‘Of course I do, my love.’

 

‘Do you do it every night?’

 

‘Well ... most nights, yes.’

 

‘Have you done it tonight?’

 

‘No, not tonight.’

 

There was a pause.

 

‘Do you want me to do it for you?’

 

Ruth’s heart missed a beat. Of course she did! But dare she?

 

‘Only if you want to, my love.’

 

‘Of course I want to,’ Melanie whispered against her cheek, and slid her hand down her mother’s stomach and over her shaven pubes. The girl had seen her naked enough times to have got used to the fact that her mother shaved; she had asked her about it, and Ruth said simply that she liked it that way.

 

Ruth turned onto her back and let her thighs fall open slightly. Her daughter stroked her labia gently, and then slipped a small finger in between the bare lips and found her big solid clitoris. She giggled.

 

‘You’re very wet, mum!’

 

‘I know. I can’t help it. I’m feeling very sexy.’

 

The girl was silent, concentrating on the task in hand. She was going too fast, though, so Ruth covered her hand with her own and gently slowed the rhythm. As the sensations built within her, part of her mind wondered what on earth she was doing helping her own daughter to masturbate her. But it was so pleasurable that the worry didn’t last for long.

 

Ruth was so pent-up with arousal that she had to consciously try and delay her climax. That, of course, only made it stronger. She daren’t let herself writhe and hump and scream as she did when she was alone and could express her feelings properly – she didn’t want to scare Melanie. The girl had got the right rhythm and pressure now and Ruth’s guiding hand was no longer needed. She just lay back, one arm around her daughter’s slim back, her thighs spread wide, and let it happen.

 

Her vagina felt empty, though; she would have liked something in it to grip as she came. The image flashed into her head of Melanie’s fingers penetrating her, stretching her tunnel, filling her up; and she climaxed powerfully, with long deep moans of ecstasy.

 

Her daughter rested her hand on Ruth’s wet, pulsing pussy as her orgasm slowly ebbed.

 

‘Was that OK? Did I do it right?’

 

‘Oh my love, it was heavenly. You did it right.’

 

‘I love you, mum,’ she said, and was asleep in the crook of Ruth’s arm.

 

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The next day was Saturday, so they didn’t have to get up early. Ruth woke first, found her daughter naked beside her, and had a sudden rush of guilt and shame at what they’d done. Then Melanie stirred in her sleep and threw an arm across her stomach, and Ruth looked at the girl’s pretty face and soft rosebud mouth, and her tousled hair, and was reassured.

 

She slipped out of bed and went to put the coffee on, padding around the kitchen naked, feeling the wetness between her thighs. She was excited by the unknown prospects of the day, and not a little frightened at what she might have got herself into.

 

The woman carried two mugs of coffee upstairs. Melanie was sitting up in bed, the sheet only covering her legs. She yawned and grinned at her mother, who felt a great wave of love for the teenager.

 

Ruth put the coffee down and kissed her daughter. Melanie reached out and stroked the woman’s breast and stomach. ‘Mum, you’re lovely.’ She sat cross-legged on the bed and drank the coffee. Ruth sat likewise, her eyes running over her daughter’s unconcerned nakedness. The girl was slim and healthy, her skin smooth and unblemished. Her pubes had a light floss of brown hair which did not hide her puss at all. Ruth thought what a contrast there was between their pussies – the girl’s outer lips were fat and puffy and pink, her inner lips hardly visible in the slit. Her own outer lips were thin, whereas her inner lips were full and florid and jutted proudly forward like a clam shell, wavy and deeply corrugated, even more so when she was sexually aroused.

 

Melanie saw where her gaze was directed. ‘Did you enjoy last night?’ she asked shyly.

 

‘It was wonderful, my love. Did you?’

 

The girl nodded. ‘It was much better than when I do it myself. My come, I mean. Is that what you call it?’

 

‘Yes.’

 

‘Maybe we should do it again tonight.’

 

Ruth felt another wave of love and desire sweep over her. ‘Maybe we should, my love!’ She felt herself losing control, and forced herself to get up. ‘Time for showers. You want first?’

 

Melanie shook her head and flopped back on the bed, her legs spread obscenely. Her mother went into the bathroom before she did something that might shock the girl. Soaping herself in the shower, she found her hands lingering on her breasts and crotch. She was highly aroused and wondered if she would have time for a quick orgasm in order to get through the day. Suddenly there was a giggle and Melanie pushed into the cubicle next to her. The girl hugged her and writhed against her, covering herself in lather. The feel of their slippery bodies against each other was overpoweringly sensuous.

 

‘Rub me down,’ said her daughter, turning round and wriggling her back against Ruth’s breasts and stomach, pushing her small round buttocks against her thighs. Ruth lathered the girl’s front, not avoiding her small firm breasts. Melanie moaned in bliss as her mother massaged the soft flesh. Then she grabbed a hand and pushed it between her legs. The woman caressed her slippery wet pussy and slipped a finger between her lips. Holding her daughter tight against her, one arm across her bust and then other between her legs, she masturbated the girl gently. Melanie sagged against her and let the sensations overwhelm her. Soon she moaned ‘Mum, I’m coming!’ and her body shook, her legs going weak, her buttocks thudding into Ruth’s groin. Ruth held her tightly until the climax had ebbed and the young girl could stand again.

 

Melanie slipped round behind her mother and hugged her. ‘Your turn now!’ she chortled, and slid both hand between the woman’s thighs. Ruth’s pussy was drenched with lather and her own juices, and her daughter worked some fingers between her inner lips, stroking her entrance and clitoris firmly. Within a short time an orgasm burst inside her and Ruth had to support herself against the wall as her knees gave way and her whole body throbbed in bliss.

 

They rinsed the soap off and stepped out of the shower. Silently they dried each other with soft towels. Ruth was very gentle between Melanie’s legs – she was worried that the girl might be tender.

 

The 13-year-old giggled softly. ‘I don’t think I’ll ever be dry there!’

 

‘Me neither,’ said Ruth.

 

Her daughter wiped her mother’s breasts gently. ‘You’re really sexy, you know. I wish I was like you.’

 

Ruth hugged her, their dry skin soft against each other. ‘You’re the sexiest girl I know.’

 

Melanie rested her head against her mother’s shoulder. ‘Mum ... I’m feeling sexy again. Can we go back to bed?’

 

‘I don’t want you to get sore, my love.’

 

‘I don’t feel sore. Just ... you know, sort of wanting.’

 

‘I know.’

 

They went back to the bedroom, arms around each other. Melanie lay back on the bed, her arms above her head, making her breasts rise, her long slim legs spread wide. ‘I’m all yours!’ she laughed.

 

Ruth knelt above her. ‘You’re so gorgeous I could eat you up. I’m going to cover you with kisses.’

 

She proceeded to do so, starting with the hands and arms, then the shoulders and breasts and, daringly, the girl’s fat pink nipples. Then her flat stomach and deep navel, which made Melanie catch her breath. Then she kissed her delicate feet and worked away up her legs and thighs.

 

Melanie caught her mother’s hair and lifted her head. ‘Mum ... will you kiss me ... down there? It feels like it wants it.’

 

Ruth’s heart almost stopped again. Slowly she bent her head and kissed her daughter’s pubes, the fine hair tickling her lips. Then she kissed the fat puffy labia, catching the scent of soap and girl-musk. Of its own accord her tongue flicked out and probed into the slit, tasting the wetness and its sweet feminine tang. Melanie moaned and spread her thighs further, her slit opening up to give access to her soft inner membranes.

 

The next fifteen minutes were an earthly heaven for both of them. Melanie had never imagined such bliss; her mother knew exactly how blissful licking a pussy could be and what her daughter must be feeling, which doubled her pleasure. She was careful not to be too rough with the girl’s young clitoris, and was almost sorry when her daughter began to writhe and groan and then scream softly, her hips jerking, her hands tangling in her mother’s hair, her thighs clenching the sides of Ruth’s head.

 

For a while afterwards Melanie was too exhausted to speak. She just lay there next to her mother, gently kissing her wet face, little quivers running through her body.

 

‘Oh mum,’ she whispered when she had recovered a little, ‘that was so good. Did someone do that to you when you were young?’

 

‘Unfortunately no,’ Ruth said. ‘I had to wait until much later before someone did it properly.’

 

‘Was it a man or a woman?’

 

Ruth chuckled. ‘It was a woman, actually. Women know what to do.’

 

‘I want to do it. Will you teach me?’ The girl sat up on her elbow, her breasts brushing her mother’s arm. ‘I want to make you come like that!’

 

‘You’re a love. Are you sure you want to?’

 

‘Of course I’m sure!’ The girl climbed on top of her mother and slid down so she was lying between her legs. ‘Come on, open up!’

 

Ruth spread her thighs wide and lay back, unable to resist her daughter’s attentions. The girl kissed her pussy firmly.

 

‘Wow, you taste nice. And you’re ever so wet!’

 

She applied her mouth to her mother’s pussy and licked and sucked the swollen crinkly lips with a will.

 

‘Am I doing it right, mum?’

 

‘Oh yes, my love! Do anything you want. Just do what feels good to you!’

 

She felt the girl’s slim fingers on her labia, pulling them apart, gaining access to her deep tunnel, and pulled her thighs even wider. She wanted Melanie to have all of her, her whole sex. The girl turned her attention to her mother’s big clitoris, proud and swollen and throbbing with need, and sucked it and licked and twanged it with her tongue. Waves of pleasure radiated outwards.

 

Once again, though, her vagina was demanding attention. Ruth always prefereed coming when she had something to grip. She touched her daughter’s shoulder.

 

‘Melanie, love ... put your fingers in me will you?’

 

The girl raised her head and grinned at her mother. ‘Like this?’ she said, slipping a couple of slim fingers into the hungry orifice.

 

‘Oh yes! more! As many as you can!’

 

Melanie certainly wasn’t hesitant. She pushed all four fingers firmly into her mother’s vagina, and reapplied her mouth to the wanting clitoris. Ruth felt her muscles gripping the invading digits and trying to expel them, but the girl pushed back with a muffled giggle.

 

‘Oh yes, that’s it! Push them in me ...’

 

For a novice, Melanie got the hang of it very quickly. She pumped her fingers in and out of her mother’s wet tunnel, all the time licking and sucking her clit, increasing the tempo and the vigor of her attentions as she sensed Ruth’s rising climax. When it came it was a powerful one, and the woman didn’t – was unable to – hold back her voice. Faintly, though the waves of ecstasy, she wondered if her convulsive spasms were hurting her daughter’s fingers ...

 

Later, the girl climbed up and kissed her mother with juice-wet lips.

 

‘You’re so wet!’ she murmured. ‘I though my hand was going to go right inside you then!’

 

The very thought triggered another orgasmic quiver in Ruth’s belly ...

 

 

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That was three years ago, and mother and daughter have never looked back. They make love every night, except when they have their periods (which tend to coincide), and sometimes during the day too. At weekends they often stay naked for a whole day. They soon began shaving each other’s pubes. Ruth bought Melanie a little vibrator, and then a larger one and some dildos and toys to match her own collection. She had fun teaching the girl how to use them.

 

Of course, Melanie gave her virginity to her mother’s loving fingers very soon. And it was not long before Ruth had the courage to ask for her daughter’s whole hand inside her vagina. As the girl has grown up, her hand has grown too, and Ruth wonders if there will come a point when she won’t be able to stretch enough. Up to now, though, the effort has been amply rewarded.

 

 

 

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