Daughter/Sister Part 1 - Sex Stories

Daughter/Sister Part 1

... you deserve on those occasions, but I guarantee I will not go overboard with any after-school spankings. You are an exceptional daughter. I am so proud of you.”

That evening and at roughly two-week intervals after that, Mum and I put on highly vocal performances for the neighbourhood. Mum’s smacks to my already tender rear were more about noise than pain, not that anyone would have known that from my shrieking reactions to them. That evening also marked another major shift in my relationship with Mum: we began forming close mother-daughter bonds.

Mum handed me a pair of pyjamas and said, “Put these on and slip into bed while I get changed. I remember only too well the horrors of being all alone after a severe thrashing. The pain and fear never seem to go away, and all you really want is to be hugged and reassured that things are going to be okay. Up to now, I have usually been the scary Mum, but tonight, I will be a loving, caring Mum.”

My eyes were out on stalks as Mum stripped off because I had never seen her naked. Wow, she was all woman, and I was shocked to find I had some very undaughterly thoughts that came to the surface. Fortunately, they disappeared as Mum put on her PJs and slipped into bed alongside me. Intuitively, we snuggled up together, and for the first time since I was a baby, I fell asleep in Mum’s arms.

I awoke the following day looking across our shared pillow into Mum’s eyes. She smiled and kissed me on the lips. Then, I felt her hand slip ...

... inside my pyjama bottoms.

I recoiled a little. “What are you doing?”

She pulled me back and said, “Shush, this is the first step in learning about your body.”

I already knew my front bottom was sensitive. Still, nothing prepared me for its amazing reactions to that first touch of Mum’s fingers. I gasped with delight when the lips trembled and tingled, and a wave of pleasure swept through my fanny. These joyous feelings increased rapidly as her fingers explored and stroked the labia. They then went through the roof when she uncovered and gently massaged a very sensitive pearl, which she later explained was my clitoris. Soon, my labia were engorged and sensitive to the merest touch. I began to worry that something was wrong when my body started to tense up. Then to my utter delight, I was taken to the seventh heaven when my twat tremored like mad and flooded with juices as wave upon wave of sweet sensations surged out from it. I was unsure what had just happened, but I did not care. I was in ecstasy.

Mum kissed me on the lips before saying, “Congratulations, you have just had your first orgasm. That pleasure is how your pussy reacts when it gets highly aroused and is taken over the edge. It is just one of the many joyous secrets of the female body. You are lucky to learn about it, for many girls and women go through their whole life without ever experiencing one.”

“But why? Surely, girls have a right to know about themselves.”

“Ah, my poor dear. Keeping girls in ...