New Feelings - A Story Of Discovery, Chapter One

by Jeneee

"Come on you sleepyheads, it's time to wake up. You don't want to miss the school bus again. You'd better not because I don't feel like driving you to school today, so hurry up and get your butts in gear."

Donna noisily drew back the curtains in her daughters' bedroom letting the morning sunlight stream brightly in across their drowsy looking faces, listening to them groan as they tried to roll over and bury their heads into their pillows. She playfully swatted Jennifer's cute panty-clad bottom as it peeked out at her from beneath the blanket she'd attempted to pull over herself as she'd rolled over on her tummy, trying to delay the inevitable as long as possible.

She jumped. "Ouch, Mommy, that's mean," she grumbled, finally giving up and turning to pout at her mother. Maggie, Jennifer's little six year old sister, giggled into her pillow and shifted her butt so that it, too, poked out, daring her mom to swat hers too. But then she remembered...too late.

"Maggie, where are your panties?" Donna scolded her little girl, whose cute naked cheeks were now shining brightly at her in the morning sunlight. "I've told you time and time again that should always wear panties to bed, you little minx."

Maggie felt herself starting to blush into her pillow as she recalled what had happened.

"I kinda..." she began, "...well, kinda had a bit of an accident in the night," she mumbled.

Donna sighed. "Did you wet yourself again?" she asked, frowning. Maggie had still not outgrown the tendency to wet her bed occasionally. The little girl nodded, gearing up for the swat that would inevitably be coming her way from her pissed off mom. However, when it didn't come, she pulled her head back from her pillow and looked up, wondering why. Her mother was just looking at her, shaking her head.

"So, how wet is the bed this time?" she asked, taking pity on her young daughter who must have had an uncomfortable time falling back to sleep again.

"Not that wet, Mommy. I kinda caught it and got to the bathroom before, ya know, before I got soaked."

But she didn't tell her mother what the real story was – what had actually happened – because she wasn't even sure herself. She just remembered waking up suddenly from a dream she was having where she was playing with her big stuffed teddy bear. She was wrestling with it in her dream, playfully squeezing it between her legs which she had wrapped tightly around it. All of a sudden in her dream the bear came to life and was licking her face as it rubbed its furry body against her. She'd woken with a start, aware of a strange feeling between her legs and she immediately slid one of her hands down to her panties to try to rub it away.

But the feeling just got stronger. Her heart started to pound faster and she tried sliding her hand inside her panties, cupping her smooth pussy and squeezing it to try to make it feel better. But that hadn't helped either. She found herself automatically having to rub harder, her fingers dipping between her puffy lips which now spread apart easily and felt strangely wet and slippery to her touch. At first she thought she must have peed, but it didn't feel right somehow, and she continued to have this compelling urge to rub herself harder, to try to make the feeling go away. But she couldn't understand why it only started to feel even better and better the more she rubbed.

Then an even stranger feeling came over her and she felt herself tingling in her tummy, like hot waves were flowing through her. And her pussy became even wetter – in fact her panties became soaked. She lay there dazed, confused and overcome by this whole new feeling, trying to regain her breath. Eventually, after she'd calmed down a little, she realized she couldn't go back to sleep with her panties so wet. So she'd crept to the bathroom and taken them off, curiously pulling them up to her nose. It sure didn't smell like pee, she thought to herself, still very puzzled about what had happened. But by then she felt so sleepy and the little girl just shrugged, dropped her panties into the hamper and returned to bed where she was out like a light in seconds.

Donna quickly pulled back the covers from Maggie's bed, causing her little daughter to squeal and jump up. Her mother felt the sheet covering the mattress and was happily surprised that it was completely dry. "I guess you did catch it in time," she said, smiling at Maggie. "So where are your panties? In the clothes hamper?"

Maggie nodded, trying unsuccessfully to hide a blush which did not escape Donna's gaze and only served to raise her curiosity even further.

"Better hurry up and shower then," she told her as Maggie left the bedroom, eager to get away from her mother's prying eyes.

"And you, too, sweetbutt," she added to her other daughter, laughing and once again playfully swatting Jennifer who jumped out of bed groaning, her short, blonde hair tousled and pointing in all directions. "You'd better decide what you want to wear to school today while your sister is showering. I did the laundry yesterday so there's plenty of clean clothes hanging in your closet. As soon as Maggie's finished, get your butt into the bathroom right away. And make sure you have a quick shower this time so you'll be able to eat your breakfast. I don't want you rushing off to catch the school bus with an empty stomach like you did yesterday. You're skinny enough as it is," she laughed, eying Jennifer's slim body, while at the same time noticing the newly developing breast buds on her cute, naked chest.

"I'm going to check on Maggie while you do that," she said.

And Donna then made her way to the bathroom, intent on searching the clothes hamper for her younger daughter's panties. Finding them and pulling them out quickly, since Maggie was still showering, she lifted them up to examine the crotch for any telltale signs of pee. But there were none. Instead, they were still quite damp with what she immediately recognized as vaginal discharge. Lifting them to her nose she inhaled the obvious leftover fragrance of her little girl's aroused pussy. Smiling as she realized what must have happened to her little girl, she couldn't resist the temptation to lick and taste her youngest daughter. She closed her eyes as she enjoyed this precious moment.

"Mommy, what are you doing?" Donna jumped, turning around quickly to see Jennifer staring at her in amazement. She was caught red handed.

"Er..." she stammered, "Just checking Maggie's panties to see how soaked they were," she managed, feeling her face go red.

"You were licking them, Mommy. I saw you," Jennifer giggled, pushing her way past her mother and sitting on the toilet, pulling her own panties down past her knees. The rush of pee that immediately followed was loud enough to be heard over the sound of the shower, which actually shut off just before Jennifer finished peeing, leaving her final few squirts plainly audible.

"Whew," Jennifer sighed in relief. "I really had to go bad," she giggled, reaching for a strip of toilet tissue with which to wipe herself. At that moment the shower curtain slid open and Maggie stepped out, stretching her hand out for a towel, almost missing it as she noticed her mother still holding her panties.

"Mommy..." she started, then stopped, a guilty look forming on her face.

Before Donna could say anything to try to worm her way out of this embarrassing predicament Jennifer compounded the situation by standing up from the toilet and pulling down her own panties the rest of the way, taking them off and holding them to her mother. "Wanna taste mine too?" she asked her with a sly grin.

"Don't be a smart ass," Donna replied, quickly turning to return Maggie's panties to the hamper.

"Taste them?" Maggie asked with a frown. "What's going on?" She finally grabbed the towel and wrapped it around herself, and padded over to the sink, looking back over her shoulder toward Jennifer and her mom.

"Mommy was tasting your panties," Jennifer giggled, stepping into the shower. "I just wanted to know if she wanted to taste mine too," she added, sticking out her tongue at her mother as she dropped her own panties into her mother's hand, quickly pulling the shower curtain closed and turning on the water.

"Mommy?" Maggie asked, becoming eager to shift the focus from her own strange experience to what her sister had said she saw her mother doing. She began rubbing the fluffy towel against her soft skin drying herself as she waited for her mom to say something, absent-mindedly thrusting it between her legs and suddenly re-experiencing a bit of the feeling she'd had in bed after waking from her dream in the middle of the night.

"Why were you tasting my panties, Mommy," she asked.

Struggling for an explanation Donna explained, "I wasn't really tasting them, silly," she lied. "I was just seeing if you'd really peed in bed and was holding them up to my face for a closer look, and it must have appeared to Jennifer that I was tasting them. That's all. But it didn't look like you'd peed at all," she added, changing the subject, suddenly feeling a bit foolish as she stood there with Jennifer's panties still in her hand. She quickly dropped them into the clothes hamper too.

Maggie turned away from her mom, squeezed some toothpaste onto her toothbrush and started to vigorously brush her teeth, once again trying to avoid the issue. She felt her mom walk up behind her and squeeze her shoulders. As she rinsed out her mouth her mom leaned down and gently kissed her back, surprising Maggie to no end.

"It's okay sweetie, what happened to you in bed I mean. Did you have some really good feelings? It's okay to tell me about it sweetheart. You don't have to be embarrassed. It happens to all girls."

Maggie dried her mouth with the edge of her towel and looked shyly up at Donna, eyes moist as if she were about to cry. "Does it happen to Jennifer then? And even to you, Mommy?" she asked, surprising her mom with that zinger of a question.

How do I respond to that? thought Donna. Honestly, she decided, thankful that the shower was still running.

"Yes, sweetie. I'm sure it's happened to Jennifer," she answered, hugging her towel-wrapped daughter to her.

"Is that why she gave you her panties to taste, too?" Maggie asked, looking up at her mother with a slight smile on her face. And what about your panties, Mommy?" she persisted, now broadening her smile and looking a little more relaxed.

Donna laughed, leaning down to kiss her daughter on the forehead. "No, she was just joking around when she gave me hers, sweetie. She was teasing me."

"What about your panties?" Maggie asked again. "Do you wet them at night too?"

Well, here we go I guess, her mother decided. "Yes, sometimes I do too. But it's not pee, sweetheart. It's something that kind of leaks from your...you know...your vagina when you get those really good feelings that I'm sure you had."

Maggie giggled, stepping back from Donna a little and losing her hold on the towel which quickly fell to the bathroom floor. "You mean from my pussy," she corrected her mother. "That's what Jennifer says it's called," she added, looking down at herself and rubbing her plump lips with both of her hands.

"Yes, your pussy then," Donna smiled. "Is that what you were doing in bed? Rubbing it like that?" she asked, staring intently at what Maggie was doing.

"Uh huh," her daughter replied, once again experiencing the good feelings she had in bed. "I kinda woke from a dream where Teddy was real and alive and was licking my face and laying between my legs and I had this funny feeling right here." And she squeezed her pussy mound to demonstrate. "So I had to put my hand inside my panties to try to make it feel better, only it didn't work. Well it started to feel even weirder and I felt so wet I thought I was peeing myself, but it didn't feel the same and I had to keep rubbing it and my tummy went all funny and I couldn't breathe properly. Then it kinda went away but I was really, really wet. My panties were soaked so I went to the bathroom and put them in the hamper and then went back to bed again. That's all I remember until you woke us up and I'd forgot I didn't have any panties on."

All through this rapid explanation Donna couldn't help but notice that Maggie was still rubbing herself, even more vigorously as she ended her story. And much to her own embarrassment her mother also found the sight to be arousing to her.

"You're feeling it again now, aren't you sweetie?" she asked her little girl whose face was now quite flushed.

Maggie nodded, looking down and slipping a probing finger between her now swollen labia. "An' it's all wet again, Mommy," she panted. Immediately reaching a decision, Donna quickly bent down and picked her little girl up in her arms and carried her to her bedroom, laying her gently on the bed.

"Quick, let mommy help you," she whispered, knowing that Jennifer would soon be finishing her shower.

"How...?" Maggie started to say, but her mother shushed her, spreading her little girl's legs and pushing them back toward her shoulders. This caused her daughter's pussy to open slightly, revealing just how wet she had become. Her plump labia were shining in the morning sunlight and Donna could now see the gooey wetness inside her little pussy.

"I'm going to kiss it better for you sweetie. Don't worry about a thing. Just lay back and let mommy look after you." And she knelt on the floor pulling Maggie toward her so that her sweet young pussy was easily accessible to her lips and her eager tongue. She first kissed the little girl's labia, then swirled her tongue around inside her, tasting the sweet, tangy flavour of her juices, lapping lightly and then more vigorously as she heard Maggie begin to moan and thrust herself against her mother's mouth. Then Donna sucked first one plump lip into her mouth and then alternated to the other, running her tongue up and down the soft, smooth surface. She felt her daughter reach down to grasp her head as if to force her to do it even harder, rubbing herself rapidly up and down against Maggie's face.

Donna lifted her little girl's hips higher off the bed so that she could slip her tongue down to swirl around Maggie's tight little rosebud, and then thrust the tip inside a little, savouring the variety of tastes the young girl had to offer. By now her daughter was frantically thrusting herself at her mother who then quickly slid her tongue upwards, dipping it as deeply as she could inside Maggie's slightly open pussy, lapping at her tiny pee hole and then finally flicking it back and forth across the hard little bulb of her clit.

That was all it took. Her little girl grunted, then shrieked, then stiffened as her orgasm pulsed through her in waves, causing her to lift her pelvis high up from the bed, thrusting it so powerfully against Donna's face that she cut one of her mother's lips against a tooth. But the creamy outpouring of little girl juices from Maggie's now soaking pussy was the sweetest medicine she could ever ask for. She lovingly held her daughter tightly against her face as the young girl tried to regain her breath from what was obviously the most wonderful feeling she had ever experienced in her short life.

(To be continued...)