A caring mother takes time to nurture her daughter’s precocious sexuality, preparing her to be the woman of the house.
When did I know I was different? What a question that is, on the one hand, everyone is different from each other, sometimes in very significant ways and sometimes in just one tiny aspect.
But I guess I’m avoiding answering the question.
The truth is, it was on the day of my 10th birthday when I woke up with stomach cramps and was surprised to see blood between my legs and on my bedsheets. I knew what was happening as I had always been inquisitive, asking older cousins questions, fascinated by female development. I guess I looked at my mother, with her full breasts with prominent pierced nipples, which she always displayed when we were in our back garden by the swimming pool. At some point in my childhood, I knew that the loud groans and filthy language coming from my parents bedroom was them fucking.
I called my mother that morning and will never forget my sisterhood with her. From that day, she treated me as an adult, her girlfriend, even her lover. I remember her hugging me, telling me what a wonderful occasion it was to experience one’s first period. She hugged me close to her, and I felt the bolt in her pierced nipple pressing against my cheek. I did what comes naturally and took her nipple in my mouth licking and sucking on it, before she offered me the other one. I did not realise until somewhat later that both myself and my mother wear orgasmic when our breasts were sucked.
I had not realised at the time, but my mother had had a terminal cancer diagnosis, which I guess explains the urgency of her teaching me about womanhood. Immediately, she encouraged me to drop the childish language of “kitty or thingy” to describe female and male sex organs. From that day I knew cunt and pussy, cock were the appropriate phrases to use.
My mother had come from a religious family and had been cast out by them. She had firmly rejected the religious focus on avoiding sex and sexuality. In those first couple of months she told me how to masturbate, she bought me a tiny vibrator to use on my clit as we sat face-to-face on my bed our legs over each other and our cunts one foot apart, as we stimulated our clit, our hands brushed off each other She encouraged me to play with my budding breasts which had started to grow. And she had not batted an eyelid when I asked if I, too, could be pierced like her.
I remember the day she brought me to the tattoo parlour. The female artist greeted her like a long-lost friend. I was somewhat scared of the pain that would be caused, which the lady noticed.
“How about a little distraction”? She asked my mother, who nodded in agreement.
She pushed fingers into her mouth to lubricate them and then reach down and gently massaged my cunt lips , her thumb finding my clit. Already experienced with mutual masturbation, I reclined and spread my legs to give her access.
“Okay mom, I need you to take over” she said and in a shot I felt the familiar touch of my mother’s hand in my Cunt her finger gently probing.
I left the parlour feeling even more of a woman than I already felt. And merely nodded when my mother observed, “Your daddy will love to see your gorgeous bolted nipples”
When we returned that afternoon, Dad was in the back garden sunning himself by our pool. When Mum stripped naked and jumped in, I followed suit, naked and anxious to show off to my father. My mother was obviously in playful humour as she came up to me in the pool and started kissing me deeply, something we had only done whilst masturbating with each other. Dad noticed and what’s more I noticed that his cock was now extending beyond the top of his speedos.
“It’s time to complete your education, honey”, my mother whispered as she jumped out of the pool.
“I need you to fuck me, Brad, and our little girl needs to learn quickly”
In fairness to him, he had no hesitation pulling off his speedos and his huge cock bounced off his tight muscled tummy.
“Front or back, big boy) my mother asked, and he simply said, “both, in that order”
With that my gorgeous sexy mother straddled my father and making sure I was paying attention, squatted over his cock and then slowly impaled her Cunt on him. It was the most beautiful, sexy thing I had ever seen. They have been fucking for a few minutes when mum beckoned me over.
“Sit on your daddy’s face like we’ve seen online, and suck on my tits like you always have”
I knew the video she was talking about, as I remember watching a so-called father and daughter video with the daughter squatting over the father’s face.
As i did so I could feel his tongue probing like Cunt, licking my asshole, as with both hands IMsqueezed my mother’s nipples into my mouth and chewed on those breasts.
It drove her wild, drove my father wild, especially when I sat down on his face and my mother had to intervene to stop me smothering him. As he pushed his cock into her, she held my hips helping me time when I chose to smother my father and went to let him breathe.
My 10-year-old Cunt was slick with Cunt juice and I loved spreading it all over my father’s face. I loved the feel of his tongue inside my holes.
“Okay now my back door big boy” my gorgeous mother granted as she rose above my father and as I checked from behind I could see his slick engorged cock disappear into my mother’s asshole. That enabled her to get pounded and also for access to her gorgeous bald Cunt. I just squatted on my father’s face. At my mother’s urging I slid my fist into her Cunt the way she had taught me we were a groaning massive hypersexuality oblivious to everything else but receiving and giving pleasure, fucking, fisting, eating, Cunt and the ass. The perfect incestuous family.
Mum noticed my oncoming orgasm like she had learned to do, and urged my father to give me my first daddy orgasm at the same time as he spunked inside her.
God knows what the neighbours thought of it as all three of us screamed as our orgasms ripped through our bodies, my mother squirting over my father’s belly and my body as I did the same on my father’s face. As we all came down from our orgasm, my mother slowly, rose off my father’s cock with his rich thick spunk pouring out of her all over his cock and balls. She. took the time to instruct me further, telling me how daddy liked his cock to be cleaned, not forgetting his balls and arse hole, and then we shared a three-way cum-swap. My first taste of spunk.
The next day, my mum brought me to the doctor’s surgery. I remember my mom explaining to the female doctor how I was already on my period and sexually active. I didn’t understand at the time when she said something to the effect of “when I’m not around, she needs to look after her father”. What I did not realise is that on that day, my mom asked the doctor if she would be my female confidante as I grew older, understanding apparently that she was due to die in the next six months.
There came a time when my mother could no longer engage with me sexually, and I didn’t hear her or my father engaged in their usual noisy lovemaking. I didn’t mean I wasn’t extremely curious about sex and men. I remember an engineer came to look at our heating one day, and I let him in, telling him my mother was ill in bed. He asked me to show him where the boiler was, and I followed him. I’m assuming my pierced nipples got his attention as he tested my reaction by saying how much he liked to see young women with pierced nipples. I blushed at his attention, and as I always did as a reflex, I rubbed my hand over each of my nipples, feeling the ripples of sexual energy rip through my body.
I saw his cock growing in his trousers and he noticed my focus on his groin.
“does my little slut like what she sees” he asked, clearly testing my boundaries. He must’ve been overjoyed when I nodded yes and approached him. I looked into his eyes for his reaction as I opened his belt and his trousers and reached in and fished out his cock.
I never actually sucked a cock, but mom had shown me the basics with her large dildo. I must’ve been everything this guy had ever dreamt of. My little freckled nose, my brown eyes looking up at him making sure we had eye contact as I took the head of his cock in my mouth following my mother’s teaching. I knew I would impress him if I could slowly but surely take all of his cock down my throat and then lick his balls which I managed to do. In retrospect, he probably wasn’t that big, maybe 5 inches, but momentarily his legs gave away beneath him before he regained his balance.
In minutes, I felt his spunk in my mouth as I squeezed his balls and slid one of my fingers into his anus.
Three months later.
The house was crowded as my mother passed away, “too young” seemed to be the consensus of everyone. I hung around rooms full of adults listening to what they said.
“What will Brad do?” from one concerned aunt?
“The poor little girl, she is the image of her mother, it will be difficult for Brad as she grows older”
When I went to my bedroom, one of my uncles followed me and knelt in front of me. His thumbs reached up to massage my bolted nipples, and I felt that electric shock shoot through me. I must’ve spread my legs a little feeling my Cunt being lubricated as he reached one hand into my knickers, rubbing my cont lips and a circular motion before withdrawing his hand and putting it in his mouth.
“The sweetest pussy I have ever tasted it, and that includes your mother” I didn’t pay any attention to his comment.
I was horny and I knew I needed a cock in my mouth. I reached down between his legs grabbing his cock. He needed no second invitation, standing up un-zipping himself and his cock flopped out in my face. I took it in my mouth, but not before talking dirty like I had learned from the father and daughter porn my mother had introduced me to.
“Does daddy want me to suck his cock”? I looked up into his eyes.
“will you give daddy’s little girl all of your spunk” as I jerked his cock into my mouth my other hand fingering my Cunt. Minutes later, I was swallowing his spunk as he skull fucked my face.
Two weeks later.
I received a letter from my doctor telling me to come for an appointment with her. I was missing my mother, missing her physical attention, her sexuality and beauty and her understanding of me as a person, not just a little child.
The doctor explained that my mother had left a letter addressed to her for when my mother passed away.
It wasn’t a surprise to the doctor, but my mother had explained to her how my sexuality had developed, how I wasn’t like normal girls of my age, and also how she had taught me everything I needed to help my father get over his grief, to satisfy him.
The doctor asked me if I understood what this meant. She really didn’t need to treat me like a child.
“Mummy wants me to become daddy’s lover, too, give him my virginity and share his bed”
That day, the doctor, at my age of 10 years and eight months, put me on contraception, telling me that it was too early for me to have a baby, but that I was to come to her whenever I felt I was ready for that. She also gave me 20 Viagra tablets and prepared me for the possibility that my father would initially resist fucking me and might need some medical encouragement. She started to tell me how, maybe, I should innocently seduce my father by what I wore and how I behaved. But I stopped her, telling her that I understand perfectly well how to seduce him.
