I suppose this story really began when my husband of fourteen years, a professor at a local university, walked out on me one day for one of his students, leaving my ten-year-old daughter Kim and I to fend for ourselves.
God, it was hard, learning how to manage as a single mother. But I was lucky enough to get a job I could do from home, so I could still be on hand to raise my little girl. And Kim, bless her, was a wonder – helping me out in every way she could, always giving me the encouragement I needed to build a new life for us both. I don't think I could have coped without her.
At fourteen, Kim was already a dazzling beauty. Her long flowing hair shone like spun gold, setting off her deep blue eyes. She was already ripening deliciously — her breasts were small but perky, and her cute bottom filled out a pair of shorts quite nicely. She loved being bare-legged, and usually only wore a t-shirt and panties around the house.
But Kim was more than beautiful ... she was also a sweet-natured, adorable girl who I loved dearly. I found myself staring at her sometimes, utterly amazed at this wondrous being I had somehow created.
As for me, I was a still-single mother who still looked good at the age of thirty-six. Always slender, my body was in great shape, the result of eating right and regular exercise. My honey-hued hair was done in a pixie cut, and my eyes were, as a lover once told me, the light blue of a summer morning.
I still got my share of attention from men, but truth be told, I wasn't really interested in starting up a new relationship with a guy. Instead, my desires lay in another direction – but I'm getting ahead of the story.
I'd planned an extra special weekend for me and my daughter, in celebration of her fourteenth birthday. First, I took her to a fancy restaurant, where I let her sneak a few sips from my glass of wine. After dinner, we went shopping at a store that specialized in sexy lingerie. I'd decided that, now that Kim was a young woman, it was time for her to have something a bit more glamorous in her underwear drawer the than plain cotton panties and bras she always wore.
We had a marvelous time at the shop, trying on all kinds of naughty underwear. Kim picked out some very risque things, and I ended up buying them all for her.
When we got home, I'd planned for us both to curl up on the sofa and enjoy a nice romantic comedy on DVD. Instead, Kim insisted that she model her new underthings for me. Then she got the idea that I should pose for her, too!
"We'll have a sexy fashion show!" she squealed, bouncing up and down with excitement.
"But honey," I laughed, caught up in the girlish enthusiasm that sometimes made Kim seem more like a child of eight than the teenager she now was, "I didn't buy any underwear today."
"Doesn't matter, doesn't matter," she sang. "Just put on something... hot. Like you'd wear on a date." She clapped her hands in glee. "This is gonna be awesome!"
After hanging up my coat, I'd impulsively uncorked another bottle of wine; a quality vintage I'd been saving for a special occasion. Kim asked me very sweetly to give her a glass, and I poured her a small one after making her swear, cross her heart and hope to die, not to tell anybody. Needless to say, it only added to her giggly mood. I was laughing quite a bit myself, actually.
But, as Kim insisted, the show was to go on, no matter what. She disappeared into her room to change, while I sat down on the sofa to relax with wine glass in hand, feeling quite satisfied at how nicely our day together had turned out.
When my daughter walked into the living room wearing only a lacy bra and matching thong, I gasped at the sight of her. She was really growing up, my Kim – it was like watching a real model strutting confidently before me. I clapped my hands in absolute delight when I saw how sexy she had made herself. Kim just smiled and winked, acting saucy and being quite the little tease.
I had an excellent view of her tight little bottom, bare but for the thong running between her cheeks. The small triangle of cloth that covered her vulva barely concealed a thing.
I felt my cheeks flush a bit, looking at this lovely creature that was my daughter. My temperature was rising, and I blamed it on the wine I'd drunk — but deep down inside, I knew otherwise. I had been without a true sexual release in some time, from a man or a woman, and the sight of my little girl was beginning to arouse me.
It seemed as if I had always been bisexual, from the day I understood what sex was. In fact, my first experience was with a girl, and I'd enjoyed lesbian love many times since then. I never did cheat on my husband with another man, but I sometimes felt a hunger for the touch of a woman that was too strong to resist.
And now that he was gone from my life, that side of me seemed to have taken over. I'd had a few brief flings with other women over the last couple of years – nothing serious, just satisfying my sexual appetite.
But recently, I'd found my lesbian desires taking an odd new direction. I began to catch myself glancing longingly at younger girls, dreaming of kissing their pouting mouths, imagining them naked and in my arms.
When 15-year-old Becky from across the street was mowing the lawn in a cut-off t-shirt and skimpy denim shorts, I watched her through my bedroom window and masturbated to a shuddering climax, lost in a fantasy of tugging down those shorts, parting her buttocks and licking the sweaty crack of her ass.
This and other similar cravings alarmed me at first, but as time passed, I came to accept my desire for girls as a part of who I was. After all, it wasn't as if I planned to do anything about making these fantasies come true.
So there I was, an attractive thirtyish woman, beset by wistful longings for a beautiful young girl to become my love partner, to share my bed and my life.
Only now, it was my own fourteen-year-old daughter who was making me feel that familiar, forbidden hunger, standing before me in the skimpiest of underthings, light-headed from good wine. I felt my pussy throb in my panties as I studied her exquisite bottom, my body suddenly alive with sexual heat. How could this be happening?
Kim paraded in front of me, then stopped to pose – her near- nakedness proudly on display. I tingled from head to toe, feeling hot and cold at the same time. She's your child, I said to myself, trying desperately to deny the confused lust that raged through me. She's your daughter. She's never dated, probably never even been kissed.
But that only made my excitement all the more acute. I couldn't help but think how perfect it would be to teach my newly teenaged daughter about the mysteries and pleasures of sexuality. Kim was a sweet virgin flower, and the thought of being her first lover had me quivering inside.
Gazing deep into Kim's eyes, I told her how beautiful she was ... and she giggled, then flopped onto the couch. Her legs parted to give me a tantalizing peek at her barely concealed vulva, and my heart skipped a beat.
"Your turn, Mommy!" she squealed. "Put on something sexy!"
With a weak smile, I rose and strode numbly into my bedroom.
I stood over my drawer of underthings, heart racing as I weighed my options. Could I really do this?
And suddenly, I knew that I could. I wanted my baby to see me in the most provocative lingerie I had, wanted to lewdly flaunt my body before her. More than anything, I hungered for Kim to see me as a sexual being. Even if it came to no more than that, it might be enough to know that my daughter could think of her mother as an object of desire.
I selected a couple of items, then quickly undressed.
When I emerged, I was dressed in sheer red panties, worn beneath a filmy white pegnoir that fell to my upper thighs. I had gone without a bra, and my breasts were clearly revealed through the gauzy material, the nipples erect and tingling.
The sight of my daughter's eyes widening as I moved toward her in my naughtiest underthings only stoked the fires of my lust. Her hand rose to cover her mouth.
"Oh, Mommy..." she whispered, "you ... you are so hot!"
She lifted her arm, almost if she wanted to touch me, then stopped herself, carefully placing her hand on her bare thigh. A surge of excitement spiraled through me when I noticed that.
"Turn around, Mommy ... let me see all of you!"
I slowly twirled, giving my daughter a good look. The panties I wore were all but transparent, so I knew that Kim was getting a great view of my ass.
She shook her head in wonder. "Wow ... I hope I look as sexy as you do when I'm thirty-six!"
I reached out to brush her cheek with my fingertips. "Such sweet things you say, honey."
She grasped my hand and brought it to her lips, kissing the palm. Then her eyes met mine and... something flashed between us. I wasn't sure of exactly what it was, but I sensed in that instant that this crazy fantasy of making love to my daughter might be more than a dream.
Kim broke our gaze first, her face flushing slightly. "My turn," she murmured, rising from the sofa, "I'll ... I'll be right back!" She gave me a fleeting smile, then quickly exited into her room.
I slowly seated myself, my heart racing at the thought of what I would see next... and that strange but thrilling glance that had passed between my baby and me. For the first time, I wondered if my fourteen-year-old girl had ever experienced lesbian cravings.
.... There is more of this story ...