Chapter 1: Mom Catches Me Masturbating

I suppose I’ve always been a slut inside. I was just too shy to let anyone see it. Whenever a boy looked at me in school my face turned beet red, but my pussy would tingle. I purposely wore plain clothes to hide my 34C tits, and I couldn’t even reply if a boy ever said anything to me. I don’t know why I was so shy, but I was. I never even dated a boy when I was in school, mainly because I was never asked out. So I masturbated and fantasized about fucking and sucking cocks ... and more.

When my parents finally bought me a laptop, supposedly for the purpose of helping me with my schoolwork, I think they must have known how soon I’d discover porn. They certainly knew I played with myself, because my mother caught me doing it enough.

The first time she caught me, I was lying in my bed naked, with my legs spread, panties in my mouth, and my thumb in my pussy while I rubbed my clit with the fingers of my other hand. I didn’t hear her come into my room, and after I came and opened my eyes I saw her standing there watching me, her face flushed kind of like mine would get when a boy looked at me.

“Honey,” she said. “Whatever you do in the privacy of your own room is okay.” Then she came over and sat on the edge of my bed, and looked down at me. My panties were still in my mouth and my fingers were still on my pussy when she reached down and took the panties from my mouth. Then, with her eyes kind of glassy looking, she brought them to her nose and inhaled, staring right at me when she did it.

“It’s only natural for a girl your age to be curious about sex, Gail,” she said, her voice raspy. “I remember when I was your age. So if you feel the need to ... well ... pleasure yourself ... just do it here in your room, okay, honey?” she said. Then she said something that blew my mind.

“Of course your father would probably love to see what I just saw,” she grinned. “You have a gorgeous body, Gail ... especially for a girl your age.”

She looked down at my tits, then, and I almost died when she reached out and touched one of my nipples. “And you have beautiful breasts, honey,” she said. “I’m sure all the boys would love to be able to touch them like this,” she continued, actually cupping my breast in her hand then, squeezing it.

My face was burning from the instant I saw her standing there, but when she started talking to me I started getting hot again, and when she touched my nipple, and then SQUEEZED my tit I couldn’t help it. I moaned.

“Oh Mother ... what ... what are you doing?” I gasped, my fingers moving again, rubbing my pussy.

“You can’t help it, can you, Gail? You can’t help touching yourself when you get the urges, can you? The hotness in your pussy ... like you’re feeling right now. And you have to touch yourself, don’t you, child,” Mom said. “I know how it feels, Gail. You’re my daughter. You inherited my genes, my desires, and my ... my curse. OUR curse. Our ... our family curse,” she said, fondling my breast now, her eyes cloudy, a far-off look in them. “Don’t try to fight it, Gail. You can’t. We can’t. It ... it’s just our destiny, honey. You and I ... your grandmother, and her mother. We ... we’re sluts, Gail. Daughters of Satan. We’re born with an unquenchable thirst for sex, Gail. We’re nymphomaniacs, honey. And I knew this would happen as surely as I knew you were going to be beautiful.”

“Oh Mother!” I groaned, rubbing my pussy openly in front of her now. It was the most exciting thing I’d ever done before, and when Mom grinned at me and told me to go ahead and come again I rubbed myself harder, feeling the wetness building, getting close to coming again. And then she did it.