(with thanks to Isabella and Rose - for the idea)

Sitting here and looking in the yard I saw rabbits standing still thus to be unseen among grasses and flowers and I was thinking of the softness of their furry coats and the odours of flowers. My little pussycat began rubbing my leg, more soft fur and the sound of purring. I closed my eyes in this reverie of quiet, soft furs, gentle sounds, of such are dreams conjured, of softness, enchanting odours, then touching my legs and my thighs, the peaceful quiet morning the pussy at my ankles, back and forth, soothing, thinking of pleasant moments, of bedrooms and thighs of reaching down to pet the purring pussy and then to petting myself, my smooth thighs and my own pussy, soft, downy, lifting my housedress to where I was bare, my own soft fur, covering strong feelings. I leaned back and thought of nature and life.

Then opening a new computer file, fingering my legs, elsewhere, beginning to write of feeling things. It was yesterday when my daughter came home telling me of this boy at school who had groped her, that she slapped his face and he called her a name when she walked quickly to the loo, face flushed and embarrassed but also excited. She had washed her face, she told me, gone to the stall and just sat to cool down thinking of being groped down there but it had upset her in a strange way. Upset and excited, indignant but flattered, her groin still feeling the groping and her knickers were wet. She didn't know why she was wet and felt herself to see, was it pee? No, it was slippery and when her fingers felt her wet self it tingled and she kept doing it. "What are you doing in there? Writing a book?"

Someone knocked on the stall so she left, wondering about herself, how good it felt to play with the slippery liquid along her cunt lips. Even thinking of the cunt word made her hot and she couldn't wait to get home but there was Mum looking right there and she was again red in the face when Mum greeted her in the kitchen.

"You look upset, honey," I said, "What's wrong?"

My daughter walked away mumbling so I walked after her. "Nothing mum, nothing!"

"Something, I can tell, I'm your Mum and know things. You can tell me."

"A boy at school groped me."

"And?" I said.

"Well he groped me, you know where, and I slapped him."

"And you're still upset and red in the face when you come home?"

Now I was curious and followed my daughter to the bedroom. We sat on her bed and it was quiet. I waited for her to tell me.

"It wasn't the groping Mum. It was after that. I went to the loo and sat on the seat to calm down and I thought I had wet myself so I felt inside my knickers and I was slippery, wet but slippery. I was excited by some boy groping me and was ashamed of my reaction. Then someone pounded on the door and I went out."

"It's normal," I said. "It's a boy-girl thing to react that way. When did he feel you?"

"Groped Mum, not feel, it was just after our last class and I was on my way to my locker to get my things and come home."

And I said, "I'll bet you're still slippery and wet. Your face was flushed when you came home."

"Really," she said and reached under her skirt as she said that. "Yes, I am."

"It's normal, honey," I said. "That happened to me when I was in school and a boy, a handsome good-looking one by the way, snuck up and gave me a big hug and a squeeze and I pulled away and ran to the loo... I got excited too but no one interrupted me in the stall."

"What did you do in the stall, Mum?"

Now it was my turn to have a red face! "Do you want to know or are you just being nice?" I asked.

My daughter smiled at me. "I got myself off in the stall. I couldn't help doing it. I thought I had wet myself but he had turned me on so I finished what he started right in the stall."

"Mum!" she said, "Really, Mum."

"There's nothing wrong with it, It felt good, really good. I hoped no one would interrupt me in the stall and it didn't take long. I had to use paper to dry myself after I got off. Thinking about it makes me hot even after all this time."

It was my turn to reach under my dress. "Lie back," I said and so there we were, Mum and daughter, lying back on her bed, each in our dreamy state, feeling ourselves, breathing deeply now.

"Mum. Can I tell you something and you won't get mad?" "Sure, go ahead."

"I found your vibrator in the bathroom, under the towels."

"Did you try it out? It's my favorite thing to do when I'm thinking sexy things."

"Yes, I did."

My daughter was truly growing up. "How about now? Do you want to use it now?"

She jumped off the bed and came back with my vibrator. "Take off your knickers," I said and we were both naked in moments. I turned it on.

"Spread your legs. Let me do it to you."

"Muni!"

I felt her pussy, fingered her clit, my daughter was dripping wet. I remembered being a school girl when I got that wet and it seemed not that long ago. The vibrator hummed, just the humming was making me hot. I rubbed my daughter's cunt, she was so fresh and new with pretty ginger curls... my fingers played with her curls and then her clit spreading her body's juices over it as she moved and her legs opened,

"Mum," she said, 'The vibrator Mum!"

She squirmed at first touch, her bottom had moved to my touching and then the vibrator's, the finishing off touching! My daughter now grown with such pretty curly hairs covering her dripping cunt. She would make any boy drool and me too. I moved the vibrator up and down then resting it under her clit and she flinched.

"Mum. Oh Mum! That feels different when you do it to me, better. You're making me cum hard. Ohh, mmm, Mum. Don't stop! Don't stop now!"

She held my wrist, her body shaking, lifting her knees, petting my arm and then it was her turn and I was cuming, she was pushing the vibrator into my cunt and her little fingers on my clit, rubbing until I pushed her hand and the vibrator away.

There we were, Mum and daughter, on her bed in the quiet room both hot and wet, cooling down, holding hands. She squeezed my hand and smiled at me.

I was looking out the window thinking of those moments yesterday, the pussy rubbing my legs, purring, and my hands all over myself, this time just my fingers rubbing my clit and I came easily with all the visions in my mind. My daughter would be home in a few hours and we could have another mum/daughter moment Then on a new file I finished my story. It was about 'Mummy', yummy 'Mummy', and my very wet and yummy daughter. I got up, took a shower to get ready, checking the batteries in my vibrator, just to be sure. There would soon be other stories to write.

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