Comforting My Little Girl

  • Posted on June 26, 2016 at 1:01 pm

By Naughty Mommy


As a teenager, I definitely wasn’t what anyone would have called a sensual or maybe even an attractive person.

Oh, my face was pretty enough (or so I was told), and I had a good figure, but I was terribly shy and withdrawn. I never spoke to boys unless I needed to, and I had only one or two close female friends.

My sex life was non-existent, and that included masturbation. I never even considered touching myself like that.

But it all changed for me at age 19, after I gave birth to my daughter, Andrea. Amazingly enough, when I felt that baby girl’s lips and tongue tugging at my nipples, it was then that I began to experience true sexual arousal.

I’d become pregnant early in my senior year of high school. My parents would not even discuss letting me have an abortion, and I certainly would not agree to marry the boy who got me that way — on my first and last date — and so I had the child out of wedlock.

But I have never minded being a single mother, and I have never had any reason to regret giving birth to my darling little girl. When I felt her sucking on my breasts and I saw the look of happiness and contentment on her sweet face, it gave me a thrill beyond imagining.

And, as the months went by, my pleasure in breast-feeding her grew from satisfaction into near-delirium.

The first time I masturbated was when Andrea was about four months old. I’d been feeling more and more sexual excitement every day when I nursed her…

…and on that evening, as I lay naked in my bed with my baby sucking on my nipples, for some reason I just had to put my free hand between my legs and stroke myself. I came within minutes — my very first orgasm — and after that I began masturbating nearly every time I fed her.

Is it any surprise, then, that I continued to breast-feed my daughter until she was five years old? I loved it, and she seemed to love it, and I could not bring myself to stop.

Eventually, of course, she started going to school, and I reluctantly had to quit giving her my nipple several times a day. But even then, for the next four years I would occasionally — and secretly — allow her to have what she wanted, and what I craved.

It usually happened late at night. Once or twice a week, after I’d put her to bed, I would discover Andrea slipping through my bedroom door and crawling under the covers and snuggling into my arms.

It would never take long then for her little fingers to open my nightie and find my hard nipples, and, as I felt her lips and tongue tasting me, teasing me, arousing me, and as I stroked her fragrant hair and kissed the top of her head and softly breathed her name, I would feel that familiar warmth and wetness stirring between my legs… and so I would slide my hand downward to caress myself and soon would experience another achingly wonderful orgasm as my child suckled at my breast.

If she had any idea of what was actually taking place, she never said, and she never asked about it. She just gave me what I needed, and I loved her for it.

The number of times that this occurred gradually began to taper off as my daughter grew older, until it was only once every few weeks, then every few months, and at last, around the time that Andrea turned nine years old and was in third grade, her visits ended altogether.

I knew it had to happen sometime. But still, it left me feeling terribly sad and lonely.

For the next couple of years, I consoled myself by masturbating even more often than before, and I looked online to find sexy lesbian pictures and videos of girls sucking on women’s breasts, and I imagined that it was me in those images, together with my daughter, and that as she licked and sucked and nibbled on my erect nipples, I fucked myself with my fingers until I climaxed.

It felt very nice, but of course it wasn’t the same thing. Not even close.

But what was I to expect? Did I really believe that an adolescent girl, approaching puberty, would want to suckle her mother’s breasts like a little baby? No, I certainly knew better than that, but it didn’t ease the pain of longing for her.

Then something happened.

My daughter was now 11 years old and, like I had been, she was very pretty but also quite shy. She had few close friends and rarely was invited to parties or outings. So, it was a big deal for her when she was asked, for the first time, to join some other girls for a sleepover on a Saturday night.

Andrea could hardly contain her excitement. And thus it felt doubly cruel when the phone rang that night at about 10:30 and I heard her voice crying on the other end, begging me to come pick her up and bring her home.

In the car on the way back, she was sobbing so hard that I couldn’t get any real explanation of what had happened. The mother of the girl who’d invited my daughter also said she had no idea what had made her so upset.

As we got home and I walked her up the stairs, we went straight into my bedroom without even thinking about it. I took off her coat — she was wearing only a long cotton nightie underneath it — and her sneakers, and led her to the bed.

Reclining on the pillows, I held my daughter to my chest, rubbing her back, kissing her, and soothing her. When I finally was able to hear what she was saying, it was something about one of the girls teasing her and being mean to her, and none of the others sticking up for her, not even the ones she thought were her friends.

“Mommy, I don’t want to go out like that any more,” she wailed, her tears soaking into my shirt. “I only want to stay with you, always!”

“There, there, darling, it’s all right. You can stay with me as long as you like, even forever. Okay?”

“Okay,” she snuffled.

I grabbed a kleenex from beside the bed and wiped her nose. Then I said, “Look, you got my t-shirt all wet, you funny little girl.”

She giggled at that, and I took the opportunity to sit up and pull off my shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra. She stared at my breasts.

On impulse, I said, “Come on, baby, let’s get in bed and cuddle, okay?” She smiled and nodded.

I helped her to her feet and then turned back the covers. I’d already taken off my shoes and had only to unzip my jeans and wriggle out of them, tugging my panties off at the same time. Andrea pulled her nightie off over her head, dropped her little panties on the floor, and jumped into my bed. I climbed in after her and we nestled together.

My daughter’s skin was soft and smooth. But her body had changed during the past few years. She was taller now, only a few inches shorter than me, and her baby fat was gone. Although she did have just the bare beginnings of breasts, her hips were still narrow and consequently she was kind of gangly, not the cuddly little girl who used to fit so easily into my arms.

It took a minute or two for us to shift around and find a position that felt comfortable. She was on her side, with one of her long coltish legs laying over the top of my thighs. I was on my back, an arm around her shoulders. Her head was resting on my chest, and one of her arms hugged my waist.

We lay that way for a while, breathing easily, warm and secure and content. Finally I kissed the top of her head, and whispered, “Feeling better now?”

“Yeah…” she murmured, so softly that I thought she might be almost asleep.

But then, almost imperceptibly, my daughter’s hand began creeping up from my waist, in the direction of my breasts. When she reached the underside of one breast, she stopped for a moment, then slid her hand across my chest toward the other side, and pressed her wrist gently upward against the other breast.

I hadn’t expected to suddenly start feeling so aroused. Or perhaps I really had expected this — and wanted it — subconsciously. But in any case, my heart was beating harder and my breath was coming faster as I felt her hand slowly move up between my breasts, and I felt her fingers parting, reaching across the top of one breast, and then her little finger just grazing my nipple, which was already stiff, and with that touch I gasped, “Oh, Andrea!!”

In reply, my daughter let her hand slip down a little until it covered my breast. She fondled it, gently squeezing, letting my erect nipple play between her fingers. Her touch felt like heaven.

“Oh my baby,” I whispered, taking her head in my hands and lowering her face to my breast. As I felt her lips closing over my nipple, her warm mouth on me once again, her tongue teasing me, I knew I would never ever want to give this up again!!

“Oh YES baby, suck on Mommy’s nipple!! That’s my good girl!”

She suckled on one side for a few minutes, all the while caressing my other breast with her hand, and then moved to the other one. She went back and forth, first one and then the other, for a long time, and I became intensely aroused.

I wanted to touch myself — I badly needed to come — but Andrea was laying almost on top of me, and she was bigger now than before, and it would be much harder for me to reach down to my pussy without letting her know what I was doing. And since she was very likely old enough by now to have at least some idea of what masturbation was, I wasn’t sure what I should do… and so I just held her close, rubbing the soft warm skin of her back, stroking her hair, cooing to her, as she nursed at my nipples.

Finally, Andrea seemed satisfied with suckling, and, with a deep sigh, lifted her face from my breast. Although it was mostly dark in the room, I’d left a small lamp on, and there was plenty of light for her to see my body and for me to see what she was doing.

She was quiet for a moment, before looking up into my eyes and smiling. I returned her smile, forming my lips into a kiss. Then she looked back down at the erect nipple she had just released from her mouth. It was long and wet, glistening in the lamplight. She extended her tongue, licking just the tip of it.

I shivered with pleasure.

My daughter licked my nipple again the same way. I shuddered once more, and she giggled. She glanced up at me, a mischievous look on her face, and began teasing me, flicking the tip of her tongue over my hard nipple, enjoying the response she got.

Involuntarily I arched my back, raising my breasts toward her.

She shifted to the other nipple, but this time licked it more slowly, all around the sides and the top, wetting it thoroughly, and then pinched it between her fingers before flicking her tongue over it again and again.

I was panting hard. My hands were twisting the bed sheets in a tight grip. I could feel how wet my pussy was, and I briefly wondered if she could smell my arousal.

Just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to stand it any longer without touching myself, Andrea slid gently off of me. She reclined, propped up on one elbow next to me, took a deep breath and then let it all out in a long sigh. “Okay, so, should I go back to my bed now?”

“No! No, it’s — I mean, you can if you want to, but it’s so nice having you here.” I turned onto my side to look at her. “We can… um, just sleep together tonight if you want. Would you like that?”

She looked at me and nodded slowly, smiling. “Yeah.” Then she laid her head on the pillow.

“Okay,” I whispered. I watched her for a few moments longer as she closed her eyes and breathed softly. She was so pretty. A perfect little face. I loved her intensely.

I turned over the other way so I could switch off the lamp, and then lay next to her on my back in the dark, feeling warm and happy.

It was very late, but I certainly wasn’t ready to go to sleep. My nipples still throbbed with the delicious sensation of having been sucked and teased. My pussy was dripping and needed to be touched.

After perhaps fifteen long minutes of waiting, I decided that my daughter must surely be fast asleep… and so I allowed myself to slowly spread my legs apart and quietly slide my hand down to caress my swollen lips, to ease into the damp crevice, to find the opening to my vagina, to press a finger inside where it was hot and wet.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensual feelings. I pinched my nipples with one hand, while with the other I fucked myself with my middle finger and teased my clit with my thumb.

I knew it would take me almost no time to come — but I had to be careful. I didn’t want to wake Andrea. I couldn’t let her find out what I was doing.

It was not easy to do, but as my orgasm approached I kept telling myself to stay quiet, to keep it inside as much as possible. I was breathing hard, though — I couldn’t help that — and I couldn’t keep my legs from twitching sometimes as I masturbated. As the sexy sensations grew, and I felt my climax drawing near, it was almost impossible to focus on being silent and still.

But I believed that I was succeeding. I expected to give myself a much-needed orgasm, and after that, turn on my side and fall asleep.

Then, just as I began to come, I felt my daughter’s hand on my breast. She covered the breast with her warm hand, took the erect nipple between her fingers and thumb, and squeezed it. That made me come faster and harder!

It was impossible now for me to stay quiet, especially after the long build-up and all the effort I’d made at restraining myself — when I let go, I climaxed vigorously, thrusting two fingers deep inside my wet cunt and crying out in pleasure as my juices flowed.

Andrea put her mouth over my nipple and sucked. That made me come a second time, an even more powerful climax that began just as the first one began to recede.

“Oh! God! Fuck!! Yes!!!”

I don’t know how many times I came. Maybe it was just one long extended orgasm. It seemed as if it lasted forever, and it was heavenly.

To have my beautiful sweet daughter suckling me as I rubbed my clit and pressed my fingers inside my pussy was all I’d ever wanted. It meant everything to me. Knowing that her lips and tongue were stimulating my erect nipple while I masturbated was what kept me coming over and over again.

At last, it ended. I lifted my fingers away from my cunt and took my little girl’s head in my hands, gently pulling her from my breast. “Oh, baby, my baby,” I whispered, as I clutched her to me.

She shifted slightly, moving closer, laying her leg over mine. Her head was beneath my chin, one arm around my neck, the other across my chest, her hand resting on my other breast. We breathed slowly together, nestling warmly.

“Baby, I, I don’t know what to say… I… I mean, I… I didn’t mean to —”

“I wanted you to do that,” whispered Andrea.

“What — what do you mean?”

“I wanted you to, um, you know, do that. What you used to do when I was little.”

“You mean… masturbate?”

“I guess… is that what that is?”

That made me chuckle. She was still such an innocent child. “Yes, darling, that’s what that is. Mommy was masturbating. I’m glad you… I mean, I’m glad it didn’t upset you.”

Andrea snuggled closer to me. “Uh-uh. I like it. It’s how we always used to be, so close and nice and warm. I want you always to do that.”

I wrapped my arms all the way around her and hugged her tightly. “I’m so happy to hear you say that.” Then, lifting her chin, I gave my daughter a quick kiss on the lips. “Right now, though, it’s really really late. Let’s get to sleep, okay, sweetie?”

“Okay, Mommy.” But she hesitated, then asked in a tiny voice, “Can I stay here with you?”

“Of course you can, little girl. You can sleep in my bed any time you like.”

“Okay.” Andrea kissed me quickly once on the lips, then turned over to her other side, facing away from me, but making sure to tuck her little bottom warmly against my hip.

I smiled to myself, looking at her in the dark. Cupping my breast in my hand, I could feel the nipple still throbbing from my child’s eager suckling of it. I sighed deeply with great satisfaction, then turned toward her, laying on my side, and held her in my arms. We spooned that way all night, a loving naked mother and daughter, and slept soundly.

When morning came, our positions were reversed. Andrea was behind me, one arm hugging my waist. As I gradually awakened, I had to convince myself that what had happened was not a beautiful dream, but something that had actually taken place.

I’d taken my daughter into my bed, both of us nude, had encouraged her to suckle, and then I’d masturbated, climaxing several times, and then we’d talked about it.

It was real. Not just a dream. Clearly, a new chapter had opened for us.


66 Comments on Comforting My Little Girl

  1. Sylvie says:

    And a new chapter for US also, I hope… 😉

  2. Jozef says:

    Love it…

  3. Rita777 says:

    What a naughty mommy. Hope she gets naughtier.

  4. Thank you for the nice comments! 😀 This is actually a very old story that I wrote several years ago but never published anywhere. I didn’t plan any more chapters when I created the story, and it might be a while before I get around to adding any new ones, but you never know, right?

    • writerz01 says:

      Very lovely, sensual tale. Mother and daughter so close, so loving. I wish all families were this close.

  5. Debbie says:

    What a beautiful story…

  6. eloquent delinquent says:

    That’s really lovely. Great setting, very affectionate and sexy. Wonderful

  7. Sally says:

    oh my naughty mommy what a lovely got me very hot and wet is there another chapter hiding away somewhere perhaps ?

  8. Thank you very much, Debbie, elo del, and Sally. I’m happy you like my story. Sally, as I said above, I don’t have any plans right now to add more chapters, but who knows, maybe someday… 😉

  9. Margaret says:

    Such a beautiful and sensual story of maternal intimacy, i often fantasize that I had had such a loving relationshp. What a special bond they share.

  10. babykeiko says:

    yes… just yes, yes, yes… i love you for sharing this story… xxx

  11. JetBoy says:

    I’m a sucker for these sweet romantic stories, and Naughty Mommy does them to perfection. Absolutely divine.

  12. Margaret, babykeiko, and JetBoy, thank you so much — it’s my pleasure to please you! 😛

  13. DaughterLover says:

    I just want to add my sincere thank you for this story. It matches my deepest desires so closely, I’m really at a loss for words with all the feelings running through me at the moment.

  14. MrStrut says:

    NM that was a very sweet and erotic story of a mother and her daughters love for each other. I loved it and hope maybe they will have more loving sessions!

  15. Pam says:

    You write the best stories. You give us all hope and liberation. Thank you

  16. Per says:

    A very beautiful and erotic story!

  17. Thank you, Per, and Pam, and MrStrut, and DaughterLover — I love getting feedback! 😀

  18. Johnny says:

    I was somewhat surprised that you and Andrea didn’t go off into the realm of mommy/daughter Lesbian fun. I really did expect Andrea to please Mommy as you both cuddled naked in bed all night… but I’m not disappointed.

    • Enrico says:

      Gianni, a me pare assurdo che la ma ma dorma nuda, allora a cosa servono i pigiami? -Non voglio fare una critica solo all’autrice anche perchè quasi tutti gli scrittori di racconti erotici fanno lo stesso “errore”. Cmq mi sarebbe piaciuto, dato che erano “nude” che continuassero in un caloroso e inebriante amore lesbico.

      Google Translate: Gianni, it seems absurd to me that but ma sleep naked, so what are pajamas for? -I do not want to criticize the author only because almost all writers of erotic stories make the same “mistake”. Anyway I would have liked, since they were “naked” that they continued in a warm and intoxicating lesbian love.

      • Enrico says:

        Giusta osservazione , il dormire nudi non è verosimile, direi anche che sarebbe più eccitante per noi lettori che alla mamma piacesse palpeggiare la sua bambina proprio là sotto il suo pigiamino. Mamma cattiva sono certo che ci accontenterà. Grazie anticipatamente.

        Google Translation: Right observation, sleeping naked is not likely, I would also say that it would be more exciting for us readers if mom liked to groped her baby right there under her pajamas. Bad mom I’m sure she will please us. Thank you in advance.

  19. Alison says:

    How delicious! I love the pacing, the build-up… a genuine masturbation story, like a lovely little movie you play in our minds as we read. Just heavenly.

  20. Thank you, Alison, and Johnny too. I really like your comment, Alison, about the “movie” playing in your mind as you read — because that’s exactly how it works for me when I’m composing my stories. I see what’s happening in my head, and all I do is write it down. 😉

  21. Jennifer says:

    In germany we call it “Kopfkino” (Skull cinema), fits perfecly right for me. 😉

    • Susi says:

      Hallo Jenny, wir hatten mal Kontakt, erinnerst dich noch? Ich würde gerne wieder…war damals zu schüchtern. Wie kann ich dich denn erreichen?

  22. ben says:

    amazing story. got me wet just reading it.

  23. 14u2h82 says:

    What a great vignette. I’ve known at least 3 women who breast fed well after 3 years, and I always thought that they must be getting some sexual gratification from it. Too many women can’t wait to stop breast feeding.

  24. Drod says:

    I so love stories of mothers nursing their daughters. This one was very, stimulating. 😉

    • Joni says:

      Well written story. I liked the build up leading to the sensuous love between mother and daughter. Hope there is a second chapter.

  25. Kkat777 says:

    Wow. What a beautiful, sensuous vignette. Sure, I wanted to read a chapter two but this is perfect as a chapter one. Hope the spirit grabs you to write that second chapter. The characters are very real and it’s like sharing in their love story. I like to think that this fantasy is actually a reality, come through from some alternate reality world and as you let it, it’s visualizing itself in your mind. (Maybe I’m too much of a sci-fi fan.) You’re a very very good writer. I’m envious. 🙂

  26. J.W says:

    i loved that story it’s very arousing i wish i could suck on an older woman’s boobs someday.

  27. Myka says:

    Lets hope there is a new chapter for us as well as Andrea and her Mum 🙂 … lovely!

  28. Sasha says:

    Love this stories !!! I’m wondering whether there are similar stories like this for dirty mommy and son

    • Cheryl says:

      I’m sure there are. You can find every kind of erotica on the net. You will not find such a story here, though. Still, I’m glad you’re enjoying our stories!

  29. Nathan Riches says:

    Sooo, many questions. Like, what were the girls teasing her for? And of course the big one, where did things go from here?

    • Naughty Mommy says:

      Those are good questions, Nathan, but I’m afraid you’ll just have to think up the answers for yourself. This is actually one of my oldest stories. It was written many years before the founding of Juicy Secrets, and in fact years before I ever published any erotic story of mine for the first time, at Lesbian Lolita in 2012. Anyway, I do hope you enjoyed reading it.

  30. Dave says:

    Very arousing thank u

  31. Eros says:

    Sei bravissima a farci entrare nell’atmosfera della vicenda. Spero di leggere gli sviluppi, sarà eccitante vedere l’amore tra la mamma e la sua undicenne creatura. Aspetto…anzi aspettiamo

    GOOGLE TRANSLATE: You are very good at letting us enter the atmosphere of the story. I hope to read the developments, it will be exciting to see the love between mother and her eleven year old creature. Look … let’s wait

  32. Jordynles says:

    Just another 1 of your amazing stories I always love

  33. Eros says:

    La cosa che trovo più eccitante nei rapporti madre e figlia è proprio il succhiare i seni; leggere che una bambina di nove – dieci anni succhia una tetta, è meravigliosa. Mi sembra di vedere le sue belle labbra carnose circondare un capezzolo e suggere suggere suggere. FANTASTICO.

    Google Translator: The thing I find most exciting in mother and daughter relationships is sucking breasts; read that a nine-year-old girl sucks a boob is wonderful. I seem to see her beautiful full lips encircle a nipple and suck suck. FANTASTIC.

  34. Tony & Beryl says:

    What a truly arousing story, so well written, brought back lots of memories when my girls were breastfeeding.Really stirred my thoughts of those precious moments we had especially doing the middle of the night feed. Beryl. ?

  35. Erin says:


  36. Naughty Mommy says:

    Thank you, Beryl, and thank you, Erin, I really appreciate the feedback! xoxo

  37. Sean says:

    Wonderful writing, I think we all find one line or part that sticks with us in some way. This worked for me. “It was long and wet, glistening in the lamplight. She extended her tongue, licking just the tip of it.”

  38. preteenlover says:

    sexy story,loved it!

  39. Jay Denton says:

    Lucky mummy and even luckier daughter. I suspect Andrea has more than an inkling if what will happen

  40. Gary Summers says:

    Wow, what a lovely and beautifully written story. Mother/daughter love is always so special and caring!

  41. NATE says:

    a lovly story wished my mom had done jealous

  42. NATE says:

    wished i had a Naughty mom like u

  43. Captain Midnight says:

    I very much like the photo at the head of the story. The mother is so pretty and has a caring expression, while we can’t see the daughter’s face but she is obviously sharing a deep feeling with the mother. It’s probably not what the story says it is, though m

  44. Lauren says:

    God that made me so wet

  45. Glenn says:

    Couldn’t help play with myself as I was reading this! Such a turn on.

  46. TheDudeAgain says:

    Incredibly sensuous and well-written story. Well done! Thank you.

  47. Jordyn says:

    Very sexy and well written. One of my favorites on this site.

  48. Abdull says:

    So sexy story ,,i am looking for 2nd chabter of story 🫶🏻💋

  49. Elab says:

    “Naughty Mommy”, this was a Great story! The buildup of the relationship between mother and daughter was absolutely “HOT”!! There’s more, “I hope”!! Well done!

  50. ZippoGuy says:

    Delicious & loving the family way

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