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.

When she came out again, my cunt throbbed at the sight of her. She wore a see-through nightgown that I had thought a bit grown up for a girl of fourteen, but she'd insisted on having it, and I'd easily given in. Now she was wearing it and nothing else, showing me the entirety of her luscious body, naked behind the gossamer material.

She was perfect, simply perfect: her nipples brushing against the gauzy fabric, her vulva in full view, adorned with the merest hint of pubic down. My heart was skipping wildly at the sight of her.

"Do you like it, Mommy?" she asked me shyly, a bashful smile on her lips.

I smiled and held out my arms for her, and she came to me. I gathered her close, feeling her warm soft body nestle into mine as we cuddled on the couch. She gazed up at me, still waiting to know what I thought.

I kissed her cheek and whispered, "I like it very much, sweetheart. You are the most adorable creature I've ever seen."

She lay in my arms, her tiny breasts pressed against my own. My body was alive with desire – desire for my own fourteen-year-old child! I was helpless in the face of it, unable to stop myself...

I kissed her again, but this time on the mouth. She mewed with pleasure as I did so. "Oooohhh, I like that, Mommy ... do it again."

"Oh, I could kiss you like that all day long, sweetie," I cooed in my sexiest voice, making her giggle.

You have to understand this: I was all too conscious of how wrong these feelings were. It was incest ... and lesbian incest with an underage girl at that! But having Kim's near-naked form on my lap, nestled into me so enchantingly — well, it only made me want my daughter all the more. My body was on fire, and this newly realized hunger needed to be sated.

Leaning into Kim, I kissed her, more deeply this time. I thrilled to feel her warm, luscious lips press into mine, then hesitantly part, as if inviting her mommy to explore.

I slipped my tongue into my daughter's mouth, nearly swooning as I savored her warmth, her softness, the taste of her cherry lip gloss. Her body trembled in my arms as she molded herself to me. That was when I knew for certain that Kim wanted this as much as I did.

My hand slid slowly up the front of her body as we kissed until I cupped one of her small breasts, covering it with my palm, then moving my hand around in a circular motion to tease her nipple. She moaned into my mouth, shifting her body so that it pressed tightly into mine.

A line had definitely been crossed. I was making love to my little girl.

I felt her nipple harden between my fingers and I teased it, twirled it and lightly pinched it, making Kim whimper with pleasure.

"Ohhhhh ... oh, Mommy ... that feels so good..."

Kim's words only spurred me on, telling me to do this thing, to take my little girl right there and then. Our mouths were locked in a passionate kiss, tongues mingling deliciously. Her breathing was fast and excited as my hand left her breasts, sliding down to grasp the hem of the nightgown she wore and tug it up to above her belly, leaving her sex bare.

My hand moved over her tummy and down to her thighs, finally resting on her lightly downed pussy. She was warm and wet, and a soft cry escaped her throat as I touched her moist petals.

"Open your legs for me, sweetheart," I breathed. "I'm going to make you feel nicer than you can ever imagine."

She immediately parted her thighs, revealing her glistening slit to my hungry gaze. Licking my fingertips, I sought out the tiny bud of her clitoris, coaxing it forth from her labial folds.

When I first touched the inflamed nubbin, she writhed in ecstasy, her body bucking wildly to my ministrations. It was an absolute delight, watching my baby squirm in my lap as I pleasured her.

Kim's pussy quickly grew moist, and my eager fingers glided deftly up and down her vulva ... taking the occasional detour to tease the clitoris, which made her squeal with delight. I even traveled further down to explore the sweet jewel of her anus, sliding a finger between her cheeks to stroke the dark cleft.

My daughter was panting frantically, clutching the arm of the sofa tightly as her pleasure grew and grew. As for me, I was delirious with perverse joy. My darling Kim was about to come – for the first time? – and I would be the one to make it happen.

I fingered my baby's slit until she arched her back, her body gone iron-rigid for an instant, then a small scream tore loose from my daughter as she came. I felt her virgin sex pulse to my touch, her thick fluids moistening my fingers – a few drops falling to anoint my bare thigh.

I kissed my daughter hotly as the intensity of her climax began to wane, and she parted her lips to accept my probing tongue. She ground her pelvis against my hand, already wanting more. I decided to give it to her.

I slid a finger into Kim's cunt, right up to the fragile barrier of her hymen. She was so wet that it was easy to push through the thin membrane with a stroke, claiming the prize of her virginity.