Chapter 1: How it Started

For years I have had a special Facebook friend named Sara with whom I have shared some special naughty – indeed perverse – fantasies. It started with just simple chats about our daughters who were about the same age. We didn’t talk that often, maybe once a month or so, to catch up on what was going on in our lives.

When we first started chatting I was a single mom and she was married. Sara’s daughter, Renee, was 13 and my daughter, Kate, was 12. Both of our daughters were blossoming from a girl to a teen. As time went on we spoke about how our daughter’s bodies were changing, and how attractive they had become with small growing boobs and a shapely ass. Probably most moms have had those thoughts, even if not expressing them to friends. Having a relationship entirely online through Facebook made expressing those thoughts easier and without care.

At some point, our chats veered into fantasies. I told Sara that I fantasized about Kate catching me masturbating in bed and staying to watch my passion as I climaxed, unable to stop or even cover up. Sara said she fantasized about teaching Renee to masturbate, fingering and then licking Renee’s bare pussy and bringing her off to her first real orgasm. Sharing those fantasies and jilling together as we talked became a regular feature of our chats.

We both agreed that we wouldn’t ever carry out those fantasies, and that made it even easier to chat about them and let our imaginations run wild. At some point, I can’t recall who started it, we opened the cameras on our computers and watched each other orgasm as we talked about our sexy daughters. I showed Sara dressed pictures of Kate and allowed her to fantasize about Kate and openly masturbate while looking at her. And I did the same when Sara showed me dressed pictures of Renee. It might have been weird in other contexts but it was basically harmless fun for the two of us. Or so I thought then.

Fast forward three years. I was now in my second marriage. My husband Steve was a good step-father for Kate and treated her like his own. I never shared any of my private jilling fantasies with my new husband – he wouldn’t have understood.

At 15 and in high school Kate was having regular sleep overs with her new friend Erin, who had just recently moved into the neighborhood. From the first time I saw Erin, I was smitten with her beauty and Irish complexion – her auburn hair, freckles, large blue eyes, and slim body.