Thea, Female, 12

	- 5'0, 105lbs, beige skin, wavy chestnut hair below shoulders

As a female police officer, I've seen what happens when the men of the world are threatened by a woman with power. That goes for both the public I deal with every day as well as my many male colleagues. I have to go above and beyond to gain respect and acceptance, and even then, it is often given only grudgingly. Women, many of them, were not much better.

As a lesbian, I've been hit on by men countless times, men who assured me they were the right man at the right time to make me see that I wasn't a 'full dyke.' Needless to say, I wasn't impressed.

As a single mother of a daughter on the edge of thirteen, I had challenges which fell heavily on my shoulders and which sometimes were too much to handle. I did my best and, for the most part, I believe I raised my daughter to have a better life than I had as a child.

As a mother who has shared intimacy with my daughter, my life is split into the mask I wear in public, and the vulnerable flesh I wear in the privacy of our home.

We loved to share ourselves in the evenings and weekends when I was off. Vacations were an exceptionally joyous time to be together. Thea and I made love passionately. She was unlike any lover I've ever known. My own daughter made me so wet that when we took a vacation over the summer months when she was twelve that I stripped off my clothes the second we were in the hotel room and waited while she freshened up in the bathroom. My clit was throbbing and I couldn't wait for Thea to join me in bed.

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It started when my daughter, Thea, was nine. At that time, she was a bit taller than average for her age, slender but still some baby fat on her. Her hair was, and still is, a gorgeous, silky chestnut, wavy with a few curls at the end, kept long and loose over her shoulders. She looks so much like me as a girl. My hair is short these days, because of my job, though one day I'd love to grow it out again to match my daughter's lovely mane.

Thea hit puberty early compared to her classmates, and well ahead of the thirteenth year of my life when my own had rushed in. Her breasts grew to the size of peaches fairly quickly, puffy and obvious even once I bought her bras to wear under her shirts. Her first period came only a few weeks after her ninth birthday. Our first conversation about safe sex revealed that she, too, was attracted to girls and not to boys.

I can't fully explain why things progressed as they did. As a sheriff's deputy, I had seen so many cases of incest and abuse that I should never have considered anything of the sort. But I had stayed a little too long outside my daughter's door one afternoon, listening as she moaned inside. It turned me on beyond belief, and those sounds, ones I longed to hear in close to my ear, drew me to do some things I knew a mother should not do.

I started to regularly play with myself, openly, in the living room and the den knowing Thea might see me.

Hoping Thea would see me.

It finally happened over a holiday break, and she didn't walk out when she saw what I was doing. I came hard while Thea watched and then I called her over to talk, less nervous or guilty than I should have felt. She was curious and asked me questions, and when she said that she'd touched herself but never experienced climax, I grew wet and asked her if she would like me to show her how.

That night, I brought my own daughter to orgasm, using my fingers and tongue. Her hymen had been almost non-existent, so I'd caused no pain when I slid one finger inside her vagina while I slowly licked her clit. When Thea came, it was the softest, sweetest experience of my entire life. One I would repeat with my daughter over and over again in the days and weeks and years which followed.

I taught her to eat my pussy, how to finger me, how to use vibrators and dildos on us both. I'd found the lover I'd always dreamed of. I just never could have imagined it would be my own preteen daughter.

- - -

I stroked my clit, waiting for Thea to come out of the bathroom. She always liked to be especially clean and fresh for me, a habit I kept myself, most of the time, though on that day I was too horny to shower first.

The hotel's bathroom door opened and my daughter stood a moment so that I could see her.

Thea's hair was damp and shiny, darker with the wetness, down past her shoulders. Her puffy breasts were perky, a slight upward-tilt to them, dark-pink areolae with round, small nipples on top. Her slender frame held the curves of a young woman, waist and hips together giving her a delicate hourglass, her legs bare and smooth.

My daughter wore something that made my pussy tingle and strain for her contact.

Thea had put on the strap-on dildo I'd bought her for her twelfth birthday. The dong was light brown and about six-inches long, attached to straps which went around her waist and under her crotch. It bobbed lightly with each breath she took. My daughter slowly stroked it with one hand, her tufted nethers visible just below, the dark-brown hairs silky and soft against her beige skin.

She smiled at me and walked to the bed. I stopped masturbating only when Thea slid between my legs and sniffed the air just above my cunt. Her eyes blinked slowly, enhancing her smile, her delight at my scent turning me on even more.

My daughter's tongue dipped into my vagina where I knew wetness was waiting. She purred, “Mmm... Mmm... You taste so good, Mom...”

“Uh... Uh... Uh...,” I grunted lightly each time her tongue swept over my clit. I'd shaved my pussy, my bare flesh soft and smooth and darker red than my daughter's vulva. Thea licked me slowly, carefully. It was always that way with us. Slow and careful, gently, loving. She made me feel so amazing each time she touched me with tongue or fingers.

Thea dipped into my vagina again, pushing her tongue deep inside me. I loved taking my daughter into my body, and that sensation, that knowing that it was her and not some other lover inside me, was overpoweringly arousing. “Oh, Thea... Uh... Uh... Uh...”

“Mmm-mmm-mmm,” my daughter purred into my pussy. I knew she was tasting my intimate flesh, my juices on her tongue, her own mother's most private scents in her nose.

I started to roll my hips to Thea's touches, growing warm and tense. God, I loved feeling my daughter's tongue down there! I shuddered, ran my fingers through her gorgeous, silky hair, and pressed my cunt against her mouth. “Uh... Uh... Uh... Uhhhhhh... Uhhhhh...” I climaxed in long waves. “Ohhhhhhhhh... Ohhhhhhh... Ohhhhhh... Ohhhhhh... Thea... Thea... Oh, Thea... Ohhh...”

My daughter moved over me in a smooth motion, one hand on the bed, the other on the dong held stiffly out from her body. She nestled the tip against my wet, clenching pussy, pausing only a moment to smile at me. Thea leaned down and met my lips in a passionate kiss. As the dildo spread open my labia and pushed in, I wrapped my arms around my daughter and pulled her tightly onto my body.

Thea bottomed out with the strap-on, her slender hips perfectly sized between my stronger, more muscular thighs. I reached down with both hands, grasping her buttocks and squeezing, my pussy filled completely by her. She started to pull back and then pushed in again, fucking me, fucking her own mother. I was so in love and turned on that I came again almost immediately.

My daughter fucked me slowly, as she always did, letting me feel every inch of the dong sliding in and out of my body. She leaned up a bit and looked at my eyes, the loving expression on her face telling me how deeply connected she felt to me. I spread my legs as wide as I could and then wrapped them around Thea's waist, my hands running freely over her puffy young breasts.

She started to pant, her thrusts deep and careful and long. I was so wet that the movement of the dildo in and out of my pussy made squishing sounds.

I uncocked one leg from Thea's back and ran my hand down her ass. I had just enough reach to tickle her slit, then I stretched further, bending to the side slightly, soon able to feel the wetness between my daughter's legs. She moaned as she thrust in and out of me, “Nnn... Nnn... Nnn... Ohmmm... Ohmmm... Nnn... Nnn...” I fingered Thea's little hairy vagina, the slickness inside abundant and silky. I drew my hand back and tasted it, the sweet, light juices exploding on my tongue, the scent of her twelve-year old cunt my favorite aroma in the world.

I moved my hand back to Thea's crotch and reached under her ass. My daughter's clit was hard and throbbing. It had always been oversized for her body, even when she was little. When bathing her as a toddler I'd noticed that it stuck out, prominent, unashamed to be seen. As a twelve-year old bordering on teen years, it had grown larger still, though her labia had done little more than puff up and grow hairy.

I twirled my daughter's erect clit while she slowly thrust into me. Our eyes met, my legs shaking and straining again. I saw her expression become intense, concentration evident, her mouth opening more, her eyes narrowing and pupils dilating. I felt her shudder, then again, and again. “Uhnnnn... Uhnnnn... Uhnnnn...” she moaned, “Uhnnn... Mom... Mom... Uhnnn...” I swept my fingers in circles around her clit, her nub swelling, my daughter straining, my own clit getting just enough from Thea's thrusts to burn and seek release.

Thea's body jerked against me and the dong jumped inside my pussy. It hammered against my cervix. Again, again, and I climaxed as Thea's orgasm crashed into her. She cried out in pleasure, “Ohhhh... Moooooooommmm... Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm... Mom... Ohhhhhh...”

“Oh, Thea... Oh, cum for me... cum for me, Thea... Oh...”

“Ohhhhh... Mmmm... nnnn... nnn... Mmmm...”

My daughter slowed and grew still over me, small trembles shaking her lightly, her quivering flesh sweaty and flushed. I felt wetness drip down from between her legs onto my thigh and each drop sent shivers through me.

Wrapping her in my arms as we trembled together, rocking slowly, the dildo still buried fully inside my body, I whispered into my daughter's ear, “Making love with you is my favorite thing in the world...”

“Mine too,” she said her delicate, sweet tones, “I love you, Mom...”

“I love you, Thea...”

I held her against me and we kissed a long time before my daughter finally rolled from my body and withdrew the dildo. It was coated in white slickness.

Thea eyed it a moment, then looked at me. “Would you ride me with it later?”

I purred and slid onto my side, caressing my daughter's beautiful puffy breast and kissing her lips. “Oh, yes. I'll ride you, Thea... I love riding you...”

She smiled at me, my daughter's lips wet and her skin still flushed. The most beautiful sight in the world. As she brought her lips to mine, I felt her touching my larger tits, caressing them, and then she moaned into my mouth.

I knew right then that 'later' would be sooner than she might have expected.