Chapter 1

Jessica. Her father passed away when she was 7, and when I was 29. I'd never found it in me to date or remarry and bonded myself to a life of lonesome masturbation in the late hours of the night.

Over 8 years I'd learned new things and had freshexperiences. I'dtraveledplaces and taken Jessica with me. From day one I'd always known my baby girl would grow up to be a princess. She had always been perfect in every aspectwhetherit was looks or knowledge. It was these attributes, whichimprovedyear on year, which made me see her in a new light.

It was on her sixteenth birthday when I was first forced to retreat to my room in a hot fluster of arousal. She had invited some of her best friends over tostaythe night. In the afternoon it wasunusuallywarm, or at least for May, and that's how I decided this was a greatopportunity. I asked if she and her friends would like to use the pool as it was so warm out, and with my fingerscrossedbehind my back, they all seemed up for it.

Afterwards I went downstairs and prepared a large jug of Kool-Aid in true summer style. I knew that within 30 minutes I'd half a dozen teen girls in bikini's out in my yard. That is something I never imagined I'd experience.

Afterexactly22 minutes I heard the noise making its way down the stairs and towards the kitchen. I was getting excited and as soon as theywalkedin felt myselfbecomingwet. I was hoping and praying I could hold myself together until they were outside.

I told Jessica I'd prepared snacks and told them not to run around the pool. With those words I departed to my office which has a great view of the pool and one-way blinds. I knew I'd boughtthemfor a reason!

It was almost too much to bear without touching myself, but I wanted to examine them all, one by one. Their bodies were all stunning, outstanding, fantastic and everythingin between. I couldn't find fault with a single one. However, there was one that stood out, one that had morebeauty and quality then any I had ever seen. Jessica's.

I stood there, watching hercompletelyfixated, and it was a whole 5 minutes with my mouth agape until I realized I had to releasemyself. I took one last glance at herhypnotic behind and rushed to my bedroom. I locked the door, closed the blinds then dived into bed,all while trying to undo my dress as fast as possible.

It was true heaven. In all the years since her fathers passing I'd never ever felt that satisfied in masturbation or even sexually at all. In my fantasy I had themostwonderfulthoughts...

Jessica had ran in my room, crying with fear, and I knew it was just another night terror from what had happened several years ago to her and her father. She climbed into my bed as shesometimeswould and I cuddled with her, calming her and slowly stroking her, trying to help her combat the fear. After 10minutesshe hadcalmeddown although beganweeping, something she never usually did, and I decided to use this to my advantage.

I turned on my lamp and made her face me. We were both lying flat staring into each others eyes. I wiped a tear away from her cheek and told her not to worry. I then hugged her, andimmediatelystarted undoinghernightie from the back, and to my surprise without anyinterruption.

I pulled thenightie down below her breasts. I started touching them all over and she started smiling. I ran my ringers around making a 8 figure around both her nipples. She started to giggle. I asked if she liked it. She replied "yes". I stopped and she was finally calm. I said "don't worry, mommy won'tletanything happen to you, okay?". She smiled and replied, with a laugh, "okay mom :')".

She then did the same thing to my breasts and wascompletelycaptivated the whole time. I told her where it felt good and gave her a lesson on pleasing woman. What anexperience.

My fantasies were often much more straightforward and lessemotionalwhatIhadjustexperienced. This is how and when I knew, with all my heart, I wanted my daughter and I wanted her forever. It was with this that I decided I needed to get as close to mydaughteras possible and maybe even see if she had anyinterestin girls or sex as a whole.

Little did I expect I would get my answer that same night. The girls were all downstairs and making a fair bit of noise, which I hadexpectedand was happy to excuse. I had gone downstairs to get a glass of water and overheard them talking. From their gossip and chit-chat I deduced that one of the girls had just started dating a boy and that line sparked a whole conversation between the group. That's when, just before I was about to head upstairs, one of the girlsaddressedJessica.

"When are you going to dating Jess?" she asked. The response from Jessica? One that was verybeneficial to say the least. "Well, I'm really into Kody, but I don't know if he likes me or even notices me".Bingo. My girl wasinterested in dating. That was verybeneficialand I knew that it would make her more open to emotions regarding sex.I then returned to my room and let them all discuss Kody and give my daughter "fantastic" dating advice.

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Chapter 2 [Two Months Later]

We were relaxing, watching the sunset over the distant Rockymountains, and Jessica was sitting beside me.

That day we'd both been out walking and were certainly tired. I asked her if she was tired and she exclaimed "exhausted!". I looked at her, smiled and let out a little laugh, then turned my head towards themountainsagain.

We both sat in silence watching the sunset. You can live somewhere, watching the mountains everyday, but thebeautyof a good sunset never wears out.

She then said, out of nowhere, "I really enjoyed spending the day with you, mom". Immediatelyafter she rested her head on my shoulder as the top of the sun dropped below themountainsleaving nothing but a luminousorange glow.

I raised my arm around her and began stroking her silky smooth,chestnutcoloredhair, and with that action she dug her head into me even more. We sat in stillnesscontinuingthat action both contemplating what to do next. Then I decided to speak, "I had a great day too, Jess. Your a great girl and you father would be very proud of you. I love you Jess".

We sat, both taking in theastonishingview. I then knew we were both ready to take our mother/daughter relationship a new level. I told her Ihadsomething to show her. We both stood up and she verysleepystarted to hold my hand. "Your just as much of a cutie-pie as you were when you were born" I said. She smiled and we walked into the house. Up the stairs. Into my room.

We entered my room. "Just sit down on my bed, I've got a gift for you". She obeyed and sat on my bed, watching me, fixated and smiling, and even as I locked my door she knew shewantedto say something but was just too tired to find the words. It made the air a little awkward but I find that arousing in a sense.

I reached into my closet and pulled out a heart necklace. My husband, her father, had given it to me as an anniversary present just a week before his death. I sat next to her on my bed. "I want you to have this. Your father would want someone to wear it rather then keep it locked up collecting dust". Then, just as my fantasy had foretold, she let out a tear. I wiped it with my finger and looked into her eyes. Herbeautiful, hazel eyes which she inherited fromherfather,and I smiled.

It was go time. I slowly and carefully moved my head closer to hers, moved my hands onto her thigh, then without delay I kissed her cheek. Enough to be friendly andenoughto suggest. She smiled. Then I kissed her again. She moved her head so our lips were aligned. I went in, and now it wasn't me kissing her, it was us kissing together.

I lifted her top, and there was no bra,just barebreasts. They were amazing. The things I'd been dying to see were even better than I'd imagined.

She then did the same to me. She hugged me and went in to undo my bra. Slowly she removed it, flung it away, and dived in with her face. We were both completely topless, and my now topless daughter had her head buried in my breasts, and herheadfit perfectlyalmostlike it was meant to me.

Then I started playing withherbreasts. Just like in my fantasy I began touching herbreastsmaking an 8 figure and then started playing with her nipples. They turned hard and I knew she was turned on.

Shebeganlicking my belly. I pulled her up. She said "I love you mom. I want to taste you." I couldn't help but pinch myself. Was this a dream, was I in a coma, or was this reality. The latter it seemed and I was on fire. I hadn't felt sosatisfied for 9 long years.

I undid my shorts as fast as I could and she did the same. Within seconds we were both nude doing something I'd been dying to do. Then she lay flat and I went down. I placed my index finger on her clitoral head and slowly ran down to her vaginal opening. There I invited my middle finger and started jousting in and out. She moaned. It was so satisfying and such a turn on. I was so wet and she grabbed my head, flipped me over, and went down on me.

She began to lick me. I couldn't help but cry withsatisfaction. "Don't stop!" I cried witharousal. She knew just what to do. She was noamateurI was sure of it.

We spent that entire night exploringeachothers bodies and being turned on. It was anunforgettableexperience and made us both happy for the first time in any many years.

One year on and things havecertainlychanged. She has since left school and now stays at home doing cooking and cleaning while I work. In return I pay for her things and support her. We're now not only mother and daughter but girlfriend and girlfriend. We share our bed, still have sex and have even added some toys andotherthings to our sessions.

I don't think there is any bond between twoindividuals that is stronger then the type we share. Here is to the future and our wonderful relationship.