A Mother's Touch

As I moved over and began shaving away the stubble on the opposite side, I couldn't help but notice the glistening sheen that now appeared quite obviously between her lips. Though I glanced up quickly, I was pleased to see Sharon had closed her eyes. Though she seemed to be almost sleeping, I had also noticed her hand was cupping her breast. She wasn't doing anything when I had looked, but she was. Even through the chiffon, it was easy to see her nipple was still hard firm and erect. I quickly looked back at what I was doing, needing to smooth over her left side labia in order to reach a particularly difficult spot. When I did, I heard her groan very quietly as though caught off guard, still trying not to even when she did. In addition to that, she shuddered involuntarily. I watched as a small little droplet of her essence oozed from her split, rolling down between her lips and then forming a small puddle for a moment before flowing over and dribbling down onto the towel we had placed beneath her ass. Once again I ignored I had seen it however, looking back up towards her face briefly. I noticed again that her hand was still on her breast, though I had just caught a brief movement in her hand as she'd scissored one of her nipples between her fingers before letting go.

I finally finished shaving Sharon's pussy and stood up on weak knees, or rather tried to. Unbalanced slightly, as well as suddenly light-headed when I did so, I began to topple forward. With the razor in one hand, I could only reach out with the other in an attempt to keep from crashing into her. As I did, I came into direct contact with her breast, felt it briefly full in my hand. Sharon's eyes popped open of course in surprise, though I had caught myself and straightened.

"Sorry, lost my balance there," I told her feeling the flush spreading across my face.

"Yeah, know what you mean," she said almost breathlessly, though she didn't elaborate.

We quickly cleaned up and then straightened her out more comfortably on the couch. "Why don't you take a little nap?" I suggested. "I've got some laundry to do, and beds to change." I informed her. "After that, if there is still time, and if you're not still asleep, maybe we'll watch a movie together how's that sound?"

"Sounds like a wonderful idea," Sharon agreed settling back into the pillows as I covered her with a lightweight blanket. Hurriedly after that, I headed upstairs, not so much to change the sheets, but to collect myself while sitting on the end of the bed afterwards.

"What the hell's wrong with me?" I thought as I sat there. I had in fact gotten very much aroused shaving my daughter's cunt..."cunt?" I thought to myself once again, "cunt?" I never used that particular word, though I didn't mind hearing it said whenever Robert did, though that was only when he was aroused and we spoke dirty to one another in bed as we had sex. But to actually think it myself, told me, affirmed the fact, I was very horny at that moment too. Only once before during one of our sex chats had I found myself becoming somewhat excited. But even that had been nothing like this. We had talked about masturbation. I sat now remembering then how Sharon had openly asked me about it. Her fears regarding it and some of the rumors, silly rumors in fact, she had heard. I had told her then, reassuring her how perfectly normal it was for people to do it in order to reach some personal satisfaction. I had even shared with her the fact that I had often done so as a form of stress relief. Sharon had come right out and asked me if I did. And though her question had surprised me, I felt that to lie to her would have gone against the trust we'd established. So I had admitted to her that I did, and even when she then asked about her own father, I likewise confirmed that yes...he still did too every once in a while. Later, after returning to my room, just as I had now, I had realized my own personal arousal over our conversation. But I had also come to accept my own horniness simply because it had been several days since the last time Robert and I had done anything. I had even masturbated then, just to take the edge off as it where, and didn't think anything more about it.

But this, this had been even more intimate, even though the act itself hadn't been meant to be sexual in nature, not really anyway. But I couldn't shake the image of my own daughters 'cunt' as I'd touched it, even innocently meant. The way she had dribbled, the glistening moisture of her own obvious arousal sliding down between her lips, pooling, and then dribbling down onto the towel. I had also caught her, or at least I think I had caught her, playing with her breasts as I shaved her. It had to be arousing to her, that much was evident, and it made me wonder what she had been sitting there thinking about as I did so. Perhaps it was merely the intimate contact, which couldn't be helped, even though I was her mother who was doing it. I then tried to imagine if the roles had been reversed, would I have not also become likewise aroused even involuntarily?

Though I felt I had finally explained things to myself enough to have found rationalization in it, the tingling pleasure, and yes the moisture too between my own legs wasn't going away. I rolled across the bed, opening the dresser drawer where Robert and I kept our "naughty things" as we called them. A couple of vibrators we occasionally took out and used when the mood or the moment struck us, along with some lotions, lubrications, and even a cock ring I had purchased for him more as a gag gift, though he had come to love using it, which we now did very often.

After I had retrieved one of my favorite toys, I quickly stripped myself naked, resituating myself in the middle of the bed. Across the room, Robert and I had mounted a full-length mirror, which we used when dressing. But it had another purpose as well, which had been his idea in the first place, and again, something else we had enjoyed using in the past. Admittedly, we both enjoyed watching one another as we fucked wildly in the middle of the bed.

I had to adjust myself only slightly, the image of me laying, my legs parted, my pussy swollen, throbbing and oh so very wet as I initially fingered and toyed with it. I was incredibly horny and knew it, though I again chocked that off to Robert and I not doing anything for several days now, and also the fact I hadn't even masturbated either. I wasn't about to accept the fact that it had been at seeing my young daughter naked, and then shaving her that had caused my arousal to reach the level that it had.

And there was something else that I didn't realize, at least for several moments anyway. I wasn't looking at my own pussy as I lay there, but was seeing inside my head, my daughters! When moments later I did realize it, realize I'd been laying there fingering my hard knotted clit, I tried shaking the thought from my head, and managed to do so for a moment or two, only to slip back towards doing that as the pleasurable sensations I was bringing myself intensified.

I gave off using my fingers, finally grabbing my toy and purposely conjured up an image of Roberts hard stiff cock, the way it felt in my hand, or inside my cunt as I now inserted the toy and began fucking myself with it. I felt the pleasure increase and knew I could easily achieve orgasm at any moment, that's how excited and aroused that I was. And, I decided to bring it about quickly too, arguing with myself that once I had satisfied this excitement, that I could again compose, and go about doing what needed to be done and not lay here entertaining thoughts I had no business imagining.

Thoughts of my daughters sweet innocent cunt, the way it had glistened, even smelled as I knelt close enough to her to have done so, the aroma of her precious femininity further heightening the decadence I'd permitted myself to entertain. The droplet of her own arousal, so wanting to capture it with the tip of my finger, drawing it into my mouth, tasting it...tasting her. Robert's cock no longer apart of the fantasy now as I edged closer and closer to orgasm, the final release seizing me as I pummeled the hard knobby ridged toy in and out of my daughters slick cunt as I came.

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I had dressed quickly, likewise stripping the bed and bundling the sheets together making them easier to carry back down the stairs to the laundry room. I stepped out into the hallway and headed towards the landing, reaching it just as I heard Sharon groan. I stopped, holding my breath as though that would help me to hear better. Sure enough as I stood there I heard her again. I took the next several steps down the stairs as quietly as I could, now curious if it was just my overactive, still somewhat aroused imagination controlling me. Though I also rationalized that if it wasn't, that perhaps Sharon was either dreaming, or actually in pain with the meds no longer giving her the relief they normally did. I finally reached a point on the stairs where I could peer down into the living room where she lay. For a moment I neither saw nor heard anything, and nearly took another step. Then...she moaned once again, and this time I saw the telltale movement of the lightweight blanket, which still covered her. It was obvious, and clearly so, as to what she was doing.

Though her legs were of course cast, and hard to maneuver about, she had managed to allow one of them to slide off the couch where it now rested on the floor beside her. The other, slightly bent, though even that must have been awkward for her, but it proved clearly without any doubt that she had done so in order to more easily access, and thus stimulate herself. I stood there, indecisive, wondering if I should go back up stairs to my own room giving her some additional privacy for a moment at least until she had finished. But even as I struggled with that, I stood watching her. I had no more than ten minutes ago gotten myself off, and yet...here I stood once again feeling arousal begin to course through me. I heard the quick intake of breath, the quick pant of ecstasy as Sharon obviously strove towards it. The movement of the blanket no longer as subtle as it had been when I'd first seen her, now moving rapidly as was her hand beneath it.

"Oh...oh....OH!" she moaned deeply then, her back coming up from the pillows briefly as she hovered momentarily, the surge of release only then escaping her before collapsing back against the pillows, her body quivering almost spasmodically for several long moments. I took the time to retrace my steps, quietly walking down the hallway to my bedroom. I stood, opening the door, then loudly closing it, and returned down the stairs towards the living room.

This time, Sharon appeared to be sleeping, so I passed by without comment, though noticing as I did she had managed to reposition her legs back onto the couch in repose. I then headed downstairs again into the basement, dumping the soiled sheets into the washer. I gripped the side of it, standing for a moment, feeling my heart pound, once again the image of my own daughter gripped in orgasm as she came.

Had she too then become inappropriately aroused just as I had...as I was again? Just as I had lost my own struggle with it, so must have she done, finally submitting herself to the need and desire to climax. Though I had indeed struggled with it, I had also finally accepted the simple fact, it had been a very erotic, intimate moment that the two of us had shared. And right or wrong, I had enjoyed the experience. And if, in having done so had found the need to seek release, just as she had obviously done as well. Then so be it, we had done so privately with our own thoughts, and it needn't be spoken about or discussed with one another after that.

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Sharon had in fact gone to sleep and I busied myself around the house with some light cleaning until she woke up a little over an hour later catching me as I walked back through the living room.

"Wish I could help," she told me, alerting me to the fact she was indeed awake now.

"Oh, don't worry. As soon as your back on your feet again, you'll make up some lost time around the house, I assure you!"

She laughed at that, acknowledging she no doubt would be. "You almost finished? Want to watch a movie or something?" She asked.

"Sure, why don't you find us something while I fix our lunch? Then we can sit down and eat and watch it together."

I returned to the kitchen, fixed us up a couple of nice tuna salad sandwiches along with a tall glass of ice tea for us both and returned. Sharon was still holding the remote, scanning through a list of movie titles when she obviously found one, clicking on it. I had just sat the tray down with our lunch on the table when I caught the title, along with the rating and content beside it.

"Sharon!" I exclaimed in surprise. "I'm not sure that's appropriate for you...for us to be watching," I amended.

"Oh mother, sometimes you do treat me like a child you know, I am after all eighteen, and it's not like it's one of those other kinds of movies I've seen and heard you and dad watching from time to time you know."

"That's different," I stated, once again feeling embarrassed by the admission that we obviously did, or even worse that Sharon obviously knew about it too. Maybe this one wasn't a hard-core porn movie like Robert and I did on occasion enjoy watching together, but the title and subject content indicated it was damn close to being one.

"Oh come on, let's watch something a little sexy. Hell mom, even our soap gets pretty risqué from time to time, and you certainly don't mind watching that with me."

She was right about that. It was amazing how suggestive some of those daytime soaps could be, and short of actually showing anything, they still didn't leave much out in the way of suggestion.

"Well, ok...but if I think it's a bit much," I warned sitting down on the couch next to her as it came on, "then we'll pick something else."

It turned out to be one of those coming of age sort of movies. And though there were in the beginning a few suggestive scenes, which were primarily discussions between the two main characters, it wasn't really any worse than the soap opera. The problem was, it hit a little too close to home, and that's what had me fidgeting at the moment. Both girls were cheerleaders like my daughter, one of them even reminding me a little of her. I had managed to get through half of the movie well enough, but then came the good old shower scene. Amber, the girl who looked a lot like Sharon, had stood watching her best friend Cindy as she'd gone into shower. She had followed with the intention of doing the same. Oddly, it was after school of course, and most everyone else had already left. So the story was leaving you with the idea that Amber had feelings towards her friend though she hadn't quite acted on them. Cindy stood, watching as Amber stood in the shower, her hands caressing herself, not what you'd call washing.

"Hmmm," Sharon moaned softly, and then squirmed on her seat next to me, causing me to look over towards her. The fact that I could clearly see her breasts through the green chiffon wasn't helping any, nor that I could also tell that my daughter's nipples were once again extremely hard."

I forced my attention back to the movie, which was a Catch 22 in a way, as now Cindy had walked in joining her friend beneath the spray. They had stood for a moment without speaking, and then kissed. The camera panned to their hands cupping one another's breasts, tweaking each other's nipples as they stood there. Once again I heard a low soft moan come from my daughter, though this time I didn't turn to look at her, my eyes were glued to the screen as the camera hinted at the movements of the girls hands, and what they were now doing to one another though you couldn't actually see it.

"You ever do anything like that before?" Sharon asked surprising me. And then before I could answer her, which to be honest, I wasn't sure how I was going to even answer it as I sat there, she continued. "You know Kristen, right mother?"

I knew who Kristen was yes, amongst the girls on my daughter's squad, she was one that had come over to visit, and up until most recently, had been doing so more than any of the others. She had also come over a few times for what the girls called a sleepover, and had spent the night. I had chuckled to myself, even then, as Kristen had the smallest breasts of any girl on the team, reminding me of more boy than girl with her slim petite figure, little if any hips at all. Had it not been for her ponytail, she could have easily passed for a boy in some ways as she hardly wore any makeup at all either.

"Yes, why?"

"She's gay," Sharon said simply as though telling me what time it was the way she'd said it. "She's been with a boy before, and told me she's no longer a virgin, but she also told me she prefers girls, so she's actually more gay than bi-sexual."

"And is there a reason you're telling me all this?" I now asked, though deep down inside, I think I already knew what the answer was, but for another reason, I actually wanted to hear her tell me.

"We've sort of done that...a few times," she paused still looking directly at the scene on the TV, which I now turned away from, looking towards her."

"Would you like to explain that...sort of?"

"Have you?" she asked once again evasively, now looking at me.

I couldn't help but smile, she was fishing and I knew that, but I also knew she wasn't about to tell me anything until I told her something. It had always been like that between us, establishing trust in a way perhaps, but at the same time, not giving anything without getting something for it in return.

"Once, when I was about your age," I finally admitted, hoping it was enough that she would share more with me now.

"How was it?" she asked still not giving me anything.

"It was ok I guess, certainly different."

"Exciting?" she pressed.

"Well yes, I guess so, I don't think I'd have done it if it hadn't been," I offered in return, now actually feeling awkwardly excited just as I had felt earlier, and now as it seemed, having felt that way most of the day.

"Me too," she finally gave. "I mean, and all we did was touch one another...you know," she said leaving off. "We didn't do anything else. In fact, no one has," she now told me giving me far more than I had asked for or expected. And even that was strangely odd in a way, as Sharon had come to me, candidly informing me she was no longer a virgin. We had of course had one of our private sex-chats then about that, and after which I had gotten her on the pill. So I was surprised in many ways to now know she had never done that, when she'd obviously done other things that she'd openly confided in me about.

"So...you and Kristen have um, uh...masturbated each other then right?"

"Yes, several times," she freely admitted, even smiling when she said it.

"During your sleepovers I suppose," trying to use my mom voice as though I wasn't too happy hearing about that.

She laughed however, seeing through my feint. "Yes, and once when she came here to see me after the accident."

"Sharon!" I once again exclaimed in surprised shock. "You mean to tell me, I was here when the two of you, when she..." I had lost whatever other words I was going to say, especially having the image now of the two of them laying in Sharon's bed together with me somewhere down stairs.

Even after telling me what she had, I knew she wasn't about to shock me with some revelation about her sexuality. She liked boys, always had. And had been seriously dating Jeff, the guy who I knew she had given her virginity to, though they had recently broken up shortly before the accident. He'd even come by to see her at the hospital, bringing her flowers, though she was headstrong enough even then to refuse their delivery.