Caught by Caroline

by Jeanne Henderson

Part of this story comes from our being a nudist family in which sex is done openly and joyously.

Truth being told, I have a very strong libido and am largely directed by that in all aspects of my life. So, it's small wonder that when I don't have sexual gratification otherwise, I will masturbate to find the release I need. It was such a time when the events in this story took place.

Caroline was just 10 when she began showing some active interest in sex. She had seen my husband and I doing intercourse and oral sex many times but had never before paid a great deal of attention. Sometimes she'd giggle a bit and then turn back to her etch-a-sketch or whatever else she was playing with. I'm not sure she'd ever seen me masturbate since there was little need for it during her early years. Then, my husband's work had travel added to it and he would be away on business sometimes for as long as 3 or 4 days and that's when masturbation became more a part of my sexual activity.

So it was that I felt a need for sexual release and had propped myself up against the headboard of my bed with Tens unit patches on my nipples, my vibrator hard at work in my pussy, and my free hand thumb being sucked in my mouth. My eyes must have been closed, I know I'd already spasmed a few times, when I heard Caroline say, "Mom, what is that?". I opened and saw her pointing at the patches on my nipples. Shutting off the vibrator, I told her they were electrical tinglers that felt good and made me happy. That wouldn't be nearly enough explanation as I could tell by the look on her face as she crawled onto the bed next to me and put a finger tip on one of the patches.

She felt the little electrical impulses from the Tens patch and jerked her finger away quickly and with eyes wide said, "Oooh that shocked me." I tried to explain that the patches were part of a therapy machine that helped people relax if they had sore muscles, but she was confused as to why I had them on my nipples. I turned off the Tens unit and peeled the patches from my nipples and held them out to her. She took them and felt the sticky side and looked at the wires connected to them and then put one on her left nipple. She said, "I don't feel anything", so I told her to press it down so it would stick and then turned the unit on it's lowest setting. She jumped and pulled the patch off her nipple and handed it to me with a huge frown on her face.

Then she wanted to know about the vibrator still resting in my crotch. So, I pulled it free and showed it to her and showed her how the knob tuned it on and could make it go faster or slower. She was intrigued by the little ears that gives the thing the name Rabbit, and wanted to know how it felt. So,I turned the rabbit on low and put it in her hand. She held it a bit and then began touching its end to her tummy and her arms and her legs. "Can I put it down there?" she asked, pointing to her mound, and I told her that was what it was made for, so she put the rabbit head against her mound and began to rub it's head around.

Please remember dear reader, I was in the midst of an orgasmic plateau when all this was taking place and my need was still burning inside me. There was my lovely and loving daughter with my vibrator rolling over her little puffy mound and her tiny nipples coming to attention and I couldn't resist the desire to lick those pink nipples, so I did. Wide eyed again she looked at me and said, "I like that". I asked her if she wanted me to lick her some more and she nodded affirmation, so I scooted down in the bed a bit, and tuned onto my side so that I could lean across and use my tongue on both her nipples. My hand went to my slit as I was licking her nipps and I could see she had the rabbit clasped between her thighs and vibrating against her pussy and I knew she was building toward an orgasm as was I.

There was just no stopping at that point. I gently pulled her nipples with my lips and swirled them with my tongue. I could feel her breathing quicken and her body squirming, she was making a tiny little cooing sound, and then she stiffened and her body rose against my mouth and she cied out "Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh", and I knew she had climaxed. No sooner had that realization hit me than my own orgasm rolled through me in wave after wave, jerking my loins and exploding throughout my body. It ended, we lay side by side sinking in the afterglow and feeling our senses return as our orgasms subsided.

Caroline said, "Mom, I did it". I told her I knew and that it was good. She told me she knew it was good that she did it with her baton, (one of those cheerleader types). I asked her when she had started doing that and she told me it had been for a while and didn't remember when she did it the first time. I hurried to tell her that it was a normal and healthy thing to do and that I did it when daddy wasn't at home to have sex with me. She turned loose a torrent of questions, "what is sex? - How does Daddy do it to you? - Can I do it? - What does it feel like?" - and some I don't remember. It came to me that now was the time for "the talk". I said I would answer her later but that I needed a drink.

I asked Caroline if she wanted a snack and some tea and she did, so we went to the kitchen and got our treats together and sat on the couch in the den to enjoy them. I asked her if she wanted me to answer her questions now and she nodded yes, so I did the usual "talk" describing a man's penis and a woman's vagina and how an erection happened and what sperm was and how babies are made and why she feels like doing herself, and I thought I'd done a pretty good job. Then she asked me why sometimes daddy licked my peepee place. I told her that it felt good and that it made me do it. She wanted to know if he could lick her and make her do it too. I really didn't know what to say at that point, so I told her that I didn't know if daddys did that to their daughters but that mommys could. I thought to myself, 'what a pervert you are'.

Caroline wanted to know if it wasn't nasty to lick a peepee place, and I told her it wasn't and that many men enjoyed doing that and many women enjoyed sucking their men's penises too. She wanted to know what that felt like so I asked if she wanted me to show her. She told me she would like to try it so I asked her to lie back against the arm of the couch and I would show her what it was like. My mind was in a tizzy, I wanted to lick my daughter's pussy so badly and I had an awful feeling that something was wrong with me. I hesitated until Caroline realized I wasn't moving and said, "I'm ready". My lust took over, I got to my knees on the floor and lowered my head to my daughter's pussy and began to lick. My fingers pressed her outer lips apart and my tongue slid up and down her slit and flicked across her little hidden clitty. Looking up I saw her eyes were closed and knew she was beginning to climb that wonderful orgasmic ascent. My pussy was drenching I was so on fire with sexual hunger, I wanted her to cum for me, to feel her quiver against my mouth as she released, I wanted her mouth on me too. I paused, I asked her if it felt good, she said, "Unh huh" and back to her I went with no stopping now until she came. As she shook in the throes of her ecstacy my own rippled through me and I slumped to the floor beside the couch.

The next thing I knew, my Caroline had slid off the couch and was lying on top of me, and, as I watched, she took my right nipple into her mouth and began sucking. You can think what you will of me but my desire was still strong and i lifted my breast to give her better access. She asked, "Can I lick you like you licked me?" and god help me I sad, "Yes". I wanted it, I needed it, she wanted to do it, she needed to learn, so whatever you may think of me, it was going to happen. She wanted to know how to do it. I climbed up to sit on the couch right at the edge. She knelt between my legs and I opened my pussy to show her where my clitoris is. She asked what to do and I told her to just lick it with her tongue. She looked at my clit for a couple of seconds and stuck out her tongue and just the tip touched my clitoral hood with the power of a thousand volts of electricity. I took her head in my hands and pulled her to me and she understood. My 10 year old daughter understood what she needed to do and oh my god she did it, and my pussy responded almost immediately with another cum.

When my mind returned I took her by the arms and lifted her onto my lap and kissed her mouth, out tongues meeting in our very first french kiss. We snuggled against each other, her body now and then trembling just a little. I told her I loved her so much and she told me she loved me too. I told her she was a beautiful girl and made me so happy and so proud. She kissed me again and told me she loved me most. We giggled and I knew she was going to be okay, so I hugged her really bigtime, she hugged me back, and we kissed again.

That was our first time and Caroline wouldn't let it be our last. When I tucked her in that night, she asked me when we could do it again. I told her whenever she wanted to we would do it and she said , "Tomorrow?". I nodded a yes, we kissed again and I left her room to dream of tomorrow.

Hello - I would like to respond to ShyKitty89's story but there doesn't seem to be a mean to do so. Would you be able to help me make that response? Thank you, Jeanne Henderson