The Cuddle

  • Posted on January 29, 2019 at 3:20 pm

By Chrissy Larkin

{ This story was originally posted at the Nifty Archive in April 2018 }

Earlier this year, my husband started working a swing shift where he doesn’t get home until well after midnight. The new schedule has put our sex life on hold, as you can imagine. We have one child, a daughter who is fourteen, named Polly.

After weeks of hardly any sex, I found myself feeling increasingly desperate, often daydreaming about sex and masturbating at night for some relief.

In the meantime, my daughter Polly and I bonded at a time when most girls her age push to get out from under their mothers. It didn’t come easy, I had to work at it. One thing I did was to create a little ritual where we would get in our PJs, make some popcorn and cuddle up on the couch to watch TV.

During these moments when it was just the two of us, I would try to make the experience fun for just us girls, and pour myself a couple glasses of wine to help me relax. Even though Polly was now a teenager, she was still small for her size, so it was easy for her to cuddle up on my lap while we watched TV, ate popcorn and talked.

While Polly was small in stature, she had been developing, and now had nice-sized breasts for a girl her age. When we cuddled, she would lean back against me and I would wrap my arm around her, so that it rested just underneath her breasts, and I could feel them.

It was on one of those nights, a warm one, which meant Polly was wearing a very light cotton top. I had perhaps more than my usual amount of wine, and that was when things took a turn between my daughter and me.

Polly was leaning back as we watched together, and her warm little body felt comfortable and smelled nice, a fresh, youthful scent that I found alluring. I looked down at my daughter and could see her nipples were erect and clearly distinctive against the thin fabric of her top.

We were chatting idly as we watched a TV game show, and I mentioned to Polly how she used to cuddle up on my lap when she was little girl and suck her thumb. She sort of groaned in reply. Then I asked if she knew why she’d sucked her thumb. Polly shook her head, so I explained how I breastfed her and it lasted longer than normal; she was still doing it when she was three, a time when most children had been weaned from the nipple.

“And now look at you, with your own lovely breasts and nipples,” I continued. I couldn’t see Polly’s face, but I knew she was blushing.

I didn’t say anything else, but slowly moved my hand and touched her nipple. I still don’t know what compelled me to do that, but my inhibitions were down, thanks to the wine and how cozy it felt with us so close on the couch. I teased Polly gently, saying how nice and stiff they were. Polly didn’t respond, but I could hear her breathing, and probably wondering what the hell was I doing.

There was dead silence, my heart was beating like a hammer, but I continued to touch my daughter’s nipple through her shirt. Then I slowly slipped my hand underneath Polly’s shirt to cup her breast and tease her nipple, which seemed large and swollen. My mouth was dry, and I knew I’d gone much too far, but I couldn’t stop, not yet.

My daughter was breathing more deeply and started to lean back into me, as I let my hand roam from one breast to the other. I continued to murmur words of praise for her lovely shape, and as I did, I slid my other hand inside her pajama bottoms. Polly let out a little gasp, but rather than close her legs, she opened them up. I took that as a sign that she wanted me to continue. I ran my finger down to her pussy lips and found them to be wet. Very gently, I stroked her with my finger while my other hand continued to massage and roll her nipples.

I felt her pussy lips open up and when I touched her clit, she let out another, deeper sigh and moved her hips. I was still shaking with excitement and couldn’t talk, but I didn’t want to rush the moment and went slowly. Still, my little girl must have been overwhelmed because she nestled her face against my neck and let out a soft, sexy whimper.

I massaged her clit just like I did my own, while cupping and caressing her little breasts that fit so easily into my hand. Her whimpers turned into cries of pleasure, her breath came faster and became more ragged and then she moaned, pressing her face into my neck. I could feel her coming in my arms, a series of convulsions, her thighs clamping down on my hand. God, it was so sweet!

I let my daughter calm down, hugging her all the while. When I looked at her, she was flushed, her eyes wide open and glowing with wonder. Again acting on impulse, I gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. It sent a shiver down my spine, it felt even more intimate than having touched her! I could feel my own wetness grow stronger when our lips met.

I told her this was our little secret, and she nodded. I kissed Polly again, still soft and just on the lips, but longer this time. We continued to kiss, and now I was the one who moaned.

I slid my hand back into my daughter’s PJs, caressed her inner thighs, then looked at her and simply asked, “More?” She nodded.

Just like the first time, I placed one hand under Polly’s shirt and tweaked her nipples while my other hand roamed below. She yielded her body to me, opening her legs and resting her head on my shoulder, her face nestled against my neck. I could feel her every breath, hear every whimper. It was incredibly intoxicating to have my daughter in my arms like that as I built up the pleasure inside of her, then slowed it down, then built it back up until I let her release and orgasm in my arms.

At one point I slid my finger down past her pussy and pleasured her anus. She wasn’t expecting that, nor was she expecting it to feel so good. Somehow, I knew exactly how to touch her.

I was dying to take Polly’s hand and encourage her to touch me, but I didn’t want to go too far this first time. Instead, I gave my darling daughter, my child with a young woman’s body, as much pleasure as I could with my fingers. When I felt her grow close to coming again, I whispered for her to let go, as I stroked her faster and faster.

And she repaid my efforts, crying out “Mommy! Mommy!” over and over as she shuddered and finally went limp in my arms. I hugged her tightly while my mind wandered,  already wondering and fantasizing about what might happen next between us.

The End

 

20 Comments on The Cuddle

  1. Euphorsyne, Thalia & Aglia says:

    Mmm! Short and so sweet! Polly was following her instincts and her mom was lovingly guiding her!..the best fun night ever!

    Great writing, Chrissy Larkin!

    hope for more sweet & lovely stories such as this one!

    E,T&A

  2. Emily says:

    I liked this one. I love cuddling.

  3. Jay Denton says:

    So sweet, I wish mum had done that to me at that age.

  4. Steve says:

    What an incredibly sensual and sweet story. I hope there is a follow up.
    Thank you for sharing this.

  5. David says:

    Very well written and detailed sensual story. The love between a mother and daughter is so special. Thanks for reposting this story.

  6. Tim says:

    Sweet and sexy, definitely needs a part 2!

  7. John says:

    Wonderful 🙂

  8. Cherryco says:

    So sweet and sensual, left me tingling all over.

  9. Myka says:

    Lovely little story … us too for part 2 🙂

  10. Litka says:

    A very loving encounter between mother and daughter that both will keep in their hearts forever . Would love to see their relationship continue with more chapters because there could still be so much more sensuality and sexiness awaiting them !

  11. romysan says:

    very good …maybe a little short. very nice.

  12. chef73 says:

    Nice story. Thanks. Will there be more?

  13. Liz says:

    Lovely story. A sweet and erotic way for mom and daughter to bond and show their love for each other.

  14. John says:

    Yessss so so Erotic Iv read It so many times now and It gets me so so well I don,t think I need to say 🙂

  15. John says:

    Great story got me turned on so well done

  16. Elab says:

    Reallllllyyyy Good!! Hope for future episodes!

  17. Foreversweet says:

    A short but really well told story of such sensuality, I certainly felt quite aroused.

  18. kinkychic says:

    I guess I would never have read this if it hadn’t popped up in the latest comments this evening.

    It’s not well written and it’s somewhat unrealistic. The daughter is supposed to be fourteen but is portrayed as a much younger girl.

    Supposedly written by a female but to me it has all of the hallmarks of a male writer.

    Simple wank fodder with no pretence of being an actual story.

    Sorry if I’m being a bit outspoken. A bottle of wine does that.

    • Captain Midnight says:

      That’s okay, kinkychic. I trust your judgment. I have often looked at Nifty, and many stories have appalling spelling and grammar errors and look like nobody edited them.

      I will take your word when you say this looks like a guy wrote it.

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