| Mom and Becky It's always difficult to remember exactly how a love affair started, the precise moment or event that triggered the attraction of two people for each other. You read about "and then I saw her: our eyes met across a crowded room, and I KNEW at that moment..." etc. Well, that may happen, but it never happened to me. What did happen to me was that as I watched my daughter growing up — the first signs of burgeoning breasts, no more than buds at first, her first period — I realised I was looking at her sexually. It wasn't "suddenly our eyes met..", it was just that I became aware one day that my little girl was becoming sexually attractive, and I mean, I was becoming sexually attracted to her. We had always been loving and tactile. We were both cuddlers. From the earliest age, she would sneak into my bed and snuggle up to me, specially at weekends when she had no school and I was not at work. Sunday mornings were just so warm and loving. Sometimes she would bury her face in my breasts and I was ok with that. More than ok, I loved to feel her hair brushing my skin and the moistness of her lips as she brushed them over my nipples. It was all very innocent. At least I thought it was. But when I realised with a shock that I was getting very horny whenever I caught myself thinking about my little Rebecca or watching her as she moved round the kitchen in that slinky way that girls have, I began to panic about those Sunday morning sessions. When she started her first period, there was a little bit of hysteria, which surprised me, I thought girls these days were supposed to be cool about everything. The following day was Sunday, and she came into my bed and snuggled into me as usual. "How are the cramps, sweetie?" I asked. "It's ok, Mom. Nothing really. Just a twinge." Thank goodness for that, I thought. For some girls, menstruation is a torment, a monthly appointment with pain and moods. "Oh that's good, Becky love." And then, without thinking, I slid my hand over her tummy and started a gentle massage. A warm hand works wonders for period pains! Becky gave a murmur of pleasure, the way a cat purrs when you stroke it the right way. "Mmmmmm, that feels good, Mom. Don't stop." My hand continued to circle gently over her tummy. As I continued, Becky started to arch her body to match the rhythm of my caressing hand. It was a natural and unconscious response, but it caused bells to go off in my head. I realised that my caressing hand was no distance from her pubic mound, my fingers all but touching that delicious fuzz of pubic hair that I had noticed a few days earlier when I saw Becky in the shower. I felt a tingling between my legs. And that caused me to FREEZE. "Oh, why have you stopped? It feels so good, Mom!" And with that she put her hand over mine and guided it back into the circular caressing motion. My mind was in a turmoil. I couldn't get the image of her pretty pubic fuzz out of my head, I imagined my fingers sliding into it, feeling its softness. Which is exactly what my fingers did. It was as if I was no longer in charge of my own hand. It had increased the circle and gone lower until my fingertips were gently caressing Becky's pubic mound. She giggled then. "Oops, Mom, where are your fingers going?!" And before I could respond or withdraw my hand, she gripped it hard and pushed it a little lower so that the tip of my middle finger was a hairsbreadth away from the hood of her clitoris. Neither of us spoke. Neither of us moved. We stayed like that motionless each lost in her own thoughts for what seemed like an age. Then, still holding her hand over mine, she arched her body up once again causing the pad of my finger to press into the top of her slit. I could feel the little button of flesh under the hood. And then once more we remained silent and motionless. It was like a film in slow motion. I heard a distant car start up, the noise of crows in the nearby wood, but it was as if Becky and I were cut off from everything, in a private world of our own where time was suspended and all that we had was a a consciousness that we had gone beyond the innocent cuddling of mother and daughter. I made a huge effort of will. "No, Becky," I said softly as she started to wriggle against my finger. "Yes, Mom," she replied. With that she arched upwards even more, causing my middle finger to slide into the intricate crease between her puffy outer labia. And then back. And then forward again, working herself against my caressing finger. I felt the string of her tampon. "Not now, sweetheart, not while you are on your period." Reluctantly she released my hand. Even more reluctantly, I withdrew my fingers. I wrapped my arms round her and held her tight. She wrapped herself round me and snuggled into my breasts in the old familiar way. "I love you, Mom," she said, her voice rising indistinctly from the mounds of flesh into which she had buried her face. "I love you too, Becky," I murmured, stroking her hair. And I guess that was the moment when it all started. Maybe it isn't so difficult to remember the first moment after all. [Comments to [email protected] or visit |