A Slip of the Fingers
by Ashley
Copyright© 2026 by Ashley
Incest Sex Story: Simone's mom couldn't help the way that her body reacted to her daughter's blossoming sexuality, especially when she was so careless with her clothing, as she so often was. She knew that it was wrong, but it wasn't as if she'd ever let anything happen between them. Then one day she made a careless mistake.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/ft Consensual Lesbian Fiction Incest Mother Daughter First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting .
I was sitting in the lounge, watching TV while my fourteen-year-old daughter, Simone, was lying on the floor, doing something on her phone. I wasn’t sure if she was looking at socials, playing games, doom scrolling, or more likely a mixture of all three.
In that wonderfully uninhibited way of hers, she was idly kicking her bottom with her heels, giving me a view up her skirt of her lovely little round bottom, snugly hugged by a pair of lemon-colored cotton panties, jiggling away quite beautifully.
It was probably just as well that she wasn’t paying much attention to the TV, because I was binge-watching old episodes of ‘Girls’, and at times it got a bit raunchy. It was a favourite of my girlfriend, Shayla, and I was trying to catch up so that we could start watching them together.
What with Simone’s cute butt cheeks, the sexy show, and the fact that Shayla had been away on business in California for the past four days, I was getting a bit ... heated in the panty region.
“Why don’t you get ready for bed?” I suggested to Simone.
“When’s Shayla coming back?” she countered, probably hoping to distract me from making her go to bed.
“Several more days yet,” I replied, trying not to sigh.
“I like her. She’s fun. Is she going to move in?” Simone said, still playing for time, I suspected.
“She is. Now, go and get into your jim-jams,” I insisted.
She gave me a glare over her shoulder: she’d been getting increasingly tetchy about my using baby-talk with her, and I’d been deliberately teasing her a little. But she went off upstairs anyway.
While she was gone, I gave my clit a few very much needed little rubs, having to stop myself from going further. Shayla stayed over a few times each week. She was, as Simone had rightly said, a lot of fun, very pretty, amazing in bed, and much cleverer than she often made out. But for some reason, I was trying not to let Simone get too attached to her. I loved Shayla ... but I wasn’t in love with her, if you know what I mean.
When my daughter came back down, she was wearing her sleep shorts and a crop-top T-shirt. When she resumed her place on the floor, her little butt cheeks were peeking out of the bottom of the shorts, not helping my aroused state at all. The TV show was all but forgotten as a fantasy kept playing in my mind: pulling those shorts aside and sinking my teeth into those luscious, plump cheeks.
As you will have gathered, that wasn’t the first time I’d had inappropriate thoughts about my daughter. But she was at that almost irresistible age where innocence meets budding sexuality, and, as you’ve probably already gathered, had very little modesty. Besides, they were only fantasies; it wasn’t like I wanted anything sexual to happen between us.
An hour later, I couldn’t ignore the moistness of my panties any longer, and I sent her to bed, deciding that I’d have a bath and then ring Shayla and let her know how much I was missing her.
I was luxuriating in my hot bath, gently brushing my fingers over my labia as I thought about Shayla, and looking forward to maybe some sexy talk when I rang her, when I had a better idea.
I finished my bath, towelled off, and then pulled on a robe to go to my room. There, I arranged the pillows just right, and then placed another cushion, lower down, and got the small vibrator, a recent gift from Shayla, out of my bedside cabinet. Shedding the robe, I lay back, spreading my legs around the small cushion, and then picked up my phone and put it into selfie mode. After a little rearrangement, I was happy that everything was set right, and I started the video recording.
I began by holding the phone in one hand while I caressed my boobs with the other, lovingly teasing my nipples until they were standing out proud, and then tugging at them, sending jolts of pleasure down to my already tingling clit. I did that for as long as I could resist the urgent calls of my darling little button, and then tracked down my body, and leaned the phone against the cushion with a perfect view between my legs.
For some reason, my lewd display had made me outrageously wet, and a single finger drawn between my lips served to demonstrate that perfectly as I held up my shiny finger to the camera, and then lifted and parted my clit hood to finally touch my desperately needy clit.
Around and around that gorgeous path my finger tracked, smearing my juices all over my lips until the need for something inside my vagina was just too much to bear. Picking up the small vibrator, I turned it on and gasped out loud as I plunged it deep into my cunt.
Again, I used it to alternately frig myself and rub it gently on my now very swollen and hard clitoris. Knowing that Shayla would soon be witnessing my wanton display only heightened my excitement, and in no time, I was very close to cumming. Wanting her to share in my pleasure, I spread my legs as far as they’d go, and then held my lips wide open as the climax consumed me. It was a real struggle not to dislodge the phone as my legs shook wildly, and wave after wave of gorgeous pleasure made me moan so loudly that I was afraid that Simone might hear me.
When I’d finally calmed down, I picked up the phone in a trembling hand, blew her a kiss, and then ended the recording.
Never having seen my pussy as I came before, I eagerly played it back, getting turned on all over again as I watched myself on the screen. When it came to my orgasm, I watched open-mouthed as my vagina squeezed shut during each contraction, only to gape wide again before the next one hit.
I was pretty sure that Shayla would love my little display, and with shaking hands, I created a text, ‘Thinking of you!’, attached the video, and then sent it to her. I lay back and giggled at my naughtiness, gently stroking my still-tingling sex, and waited for her reply.
The longer it took, the more excited I became, hoping that maybe she was making a sexy gift for me too!
After twenty-five minutes, when my phone finally trilled, I admit I was ashamed when my heart sank as I saw that the message was from Simone. It said simply, ‘For you’, with some heart emojis, which made me feel even more guilty. Then I saw that she’d attached a video, and I felt the beginnings of fear clutching at my heart.
When I started it playing, that fear blossomed into full-grown panic: Simone was sitting up in bed, her gorgeous face smiling at me, her naked shoulders visible. My hands were shaking violently as I paused the video and checked my outgoing messages. I actually felt sick as I saw the awful truth: I’d accidentally sent my sex video to my fourteen-year-old daughter! Maybe she didn’t watch it all, though ... I clung to that frantic and desperate hope as I switched back to her video and started it playing again.
My forlorn hopes soon began to fade as she panned down to her small, ‘A’ cup breasts, and started to fondle them. Her tiny, achingly pink nipples soon hardened, and I was ashamed for new, and much worse reasons, as my clit responded to what she was doing.
I could still see the bottom of her face, grinning away happily, as she emulated me, tweaking at her little nips, pulling them, and biting on her lower lip as she did.
Maybe she’ll stop there, part of me hoped, but my heart skittered and raced as she placed the phone between her legs, and I saw her naked vulva for the first time in quite a while. It was so, so beautiful, just a few silky-looking hairs above a perfectly neat mound.
I was surprised to find that my hand was suddenly between my legs, dipping between my much-bigger lips, to find an astonishing amount of wetness there.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the screen as she parted her legs even more, until her slit opened up, showing me the bright pink and already wet entrance to her pussy. I slid two fingers inside myself, shockingly aroused as she dipped a finger in her small hole and then, as I’d done, transferred it to a clit so tiny that I found myself leaning toward the screen to see it better.
I guess that I should have felt deep shame, masturbating while I watched my young daughter pleasure herself, but I was beyond that, utterly lost in a fog of lust and desire.
For what seemed like forever, she emulated me: her finger tracing a heavenly path from vag to clit as she got visibly wetter and wetter. Then my heart and vagina both clenched as she reached off-screen for something. That was the point at which I’d switched to the vibrator, but surely she didn’t...
And then I moaned out loud and covered my mouth with my hand. The toy that she’d chosen was my old Barbie doll!
She’d admired it for ages, picking it up from my shelf, angling, I thought, for me to give it to her. I resisted for a while. Why? Well, she’d originally belonged to my mother, so I could claim that it was sentimentality on my part. But the real reason, the honest reason, was because Roxy, as she was called, had given me my very first climax.
When I was a little younger than Simone was now, I’d used to kiss Roxy goodnight and then go to sleep with her clutched in my arms.
I could still remember the first night that it occurred to me that maybe Roxy shouldn’t be going to bed with her clothes on. I’d peeled off her top, my heart pattering away with excitement, as her tiny breasts came into view. I’d kissed those too before, with trembling hands, I’d taken off her skirt. She didn’t look quite like me, but I had a by then familiar tingling between my legs as I looked at her. I felt like the naughtiest little girl in the world as I raised her to my lips and kissed her softly between the legs. Front and back! That first night, I’d tucked her inside my nightie, hugged against breasts not much bigger than hers, and fallen asleep that way, thrilled by my wickedness.
It wasn’t too much later that, after I’d stripped off her clothes and kissed her all over, my young mind had conjured a question from her, and I’d whispered, “What’s that, Roxy? You want to kiss me down there, too?” I’d literally been shaking as I pressed her face to my barely pubescent vulva, adoring the way that it felt.
I’m not sure how long that carried on, my secret joy in the dark, before I tried it in the light. Her smile and her big, wide blue eyes, looking up at me as I rubbed her face gently between my tiny lips, had pushed me over the edge. That first climax had been overwhelming, and I’d kissed her frantically, eternally grateful to her for the gift she’d given me. That was the first time that I’d tasted my own juices as well, and I loved those too.
As I got older, I couldn’t help wondering what had been in the mind of Barbie’s designers: as far as I was aware, she was the first mainstream doll with boobs, and, with her pointed feet and slender legs, she was just perfect for sliding into a young girl’s vagina. **
In many ways, Roxy had been my first lover.
Simone didn’t know any of that, of course, and I couldn’t possibly explain. I had, of course, given in to her pleas and given Roxy to her: who could resist that angelic face for long? But here she was, possibly about to play with my dolly in the very same way that I’d done so many years earlier.
As she kissed Roxy’s little face, I couldn’t help the surge of arousal that coursed through me, knowing where it had been! I added a third finger and ground my thumb into my clit as I watched Simone take Roxy’s hand and stroke herself with it. Oh, God! I was going to cum while I watched my baby girl jilling herself!
Then it was Roxy’s face that Simone rubbed up and down her slit. I could still remember those big blue eyes, staring up at me as I’d done the same thing, and my back arched up off the bed.
I tried not to cum, but when Simone pressed Roxy’s face against the entrance of her tiny vagina, I couldn’t stop it, ramming my fingers brutally hard into my cunt while my fingers were a blur on my clit. My back was almost breaking as it arched even higher, and I grunted out loud as the first convulsion hit me like a tidal wave. My body was totally out of my control, my hips bucking and weaving as I just kept cumming and cumming.
“Mommy?” I dimly heard through the pounding of blood in my ears. I opened my eyes to see my daughter, totally naked, with Roxy dangling from her hand, as another paroxysm engulfed me.
“I’m sorry,” I grunted, tears running down my cheeks as I fought a losing battle with my body. “Mommy’s... “ I couldn’t finish the sentence, and I curled up into a shuddering ball as another convulsion hit me.
I felt her soft hand stroking my back. “Are you OK, Mommy?” she asked, sounding terribly worried.
I unrolled just enough to give her a little smile, and then my face screwed up, and I grunted as it hit me again.
“I didn’t upset you with my video, did I?” she asked, climbing onto my bed and spooning up behind me with her arm around my waist. “I’m so sorry. I thought you’d like it.”
She sounded upset, and I couldn’t bear that. I turned over and wrapped her in my arms, holding her tight against me. “It wasn’t that, sweetie,” I said, “Mommy was ... Mommy was ... Mommy was having an orgasm, baby.”
“But you looked like you were in pain,” she said, looking very confused.
I was mortified, but I had to try to make her understand. “Orgasms are like the most wonderful things,” I told her, “and they feel really, really good. Sometimes too good.” I wasn’t making much sense, I knew, and she was still looking unsure. “You know when you’re being tickled, and it feels really good, but it can get too much?”
“Oh,” she said, maybe finally understanding a little.
“It’s a bit like that ... only much, much better.”
Then her expression changed. “Can little girls do orgasms?” she whispered hopefully.
“I don’t...” I began. “I think ... er ... maybe we should talk about that tomorrow?” I suggested. “We should both get some sleep now.”
“Can I sleep here, with you?” she asked,
I was torn: I really wanted to say yes, but the way my body had just reacted to her ... That had been insane, though. She was my precious daughter that I loved more than life itself. “Of course you can, sweetie.”
I thought I’d never sleep with her naked body pressed against mine, but I must have been tired, because the next thing I knew, I was waking up. It was just getting light, and Simone was a little way away, leaning up on one arm, looking down at me. I realised that the covers were around my knees and had to resist the urge to cover myself; I didn’t want her to think that she was doing anything wrong.
“Will I be as beautiful as you when I grow up?” she asked me wistfully.
“Oh, baby,” I replied, wriggling across the bed to hug her. “You’re more beautiful than me already, and getting more so every day.”
We fell asleep that way, and the next time that I woke up, I was lying on my back, with my daughter snuggled up against me.
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