Jenny And Her Mom, Chapter 1

by Single Mom

Dedicated to all of the single mom's who have ever had a young daughter climb into her bed at night during a thunder storm, or just because she was scared or lonely or . . . .

"Honey, I've told you before that if you don't stop doing that, I'm going to make you go back to your own room."

"Doin' what? What am I doin' Mom?"

"You know damn well what you're doing, Jennifer, you're rubbing against my thigh."

"Huh! No I wasn't, I was asleep."

"Then why are your panties wet?"

"I dunno, maybe I wet the bed?"

"You're thirteen, Jenny, you don't wet the bed anymore."

"Well . . . So okay, it feels good. Doesn't it feel good to you?"

"Honey, I'm your mother, it's not supposed to feel good to me or you."

"Why not?"

"Honey, if it makes your panties wet, then you shouldn't be doing it."

"Does it make your panties wet?"

"No."

"Well I could take my panties off if you want me too."

Claire Burton suddenly realized that her daughter Jennifer was thirteen now, and had become as sexually aware, as any other thirteen year old would be. But what gave Jenny the idea that she could get off by rubbing against her mother? Was she Gay or Bi? Claire had made a point of curtailing her own sex life since her divorce, precisely because of Jenny. Perhaps she was wrong? Perhaps she should have had a few male friends stop by? Except that since her very bitter divorce, she had absolutely no desire for male "Companionship." She had resorted to masturbating in the shower rather than in her bed, because it was the only room in the house where she could get any privacy. Perhaps she shouldn't have insisted on so much privacy. Masturbation was completely normal, and perhaps she shouldn't have taken such pains to hide that from her daughter?

She had allowed Jenny to share her bed occasionally, first during a thunder storm, and then because she was scared after a scary movie on TV, and then simply because she was lonely, but on each ocassion, Jenny was perfectly well behaved. Oh there had been some "Accidental" touching in her sleep, but nothing to set off any alarm bells.

There was that night when she turned over in her sleep and found herself pressed against Jenny's soft, round buttocks. She woke up to find herself thrusting her hips against her daughter's ass, kissing the back of her daughters neck, and reaching over Jenny's hip looking for that missing penis. Jenny feigned sleep that night, but was not allowed to sleep in her mother's bed for the rest of the week.

Now that Claire thought about it, it was after that night that Jenny began to rub against her mother's thigh.

They lay silently, side by side, on their backs while Claire thought about how to handle this. "Take those wet panties off and hand them to me," Claire finally said.

Jennifer did as told hesitantly, not quite sure of what her mother was up to, and that made two of them. She handed Claire her panties; Claire felt them, held them up to her nose, then tasted the wet crotch. They reeked of cum; Jenny had had an orgasm as her mother had suspected.

How do you roll back an orgasm? How do you convince your daughter that it never happened? What was next? Boys? God forbid. She had to think of a way to convince Jenny that she didn't need or want boys.

After all, she was getting along just fine without a male in her life, and she would convince Jenny that she didn't need boys in her life either.

Claire instructed her young daughter to go to her room and put on a clean pair of panties.

"Can I sleep in here if I do?" Jenny pleaded.

"Only if you promise to behave yourself," her mother insisted.

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Claire woke at three in the morning to the sound of Jenny coming out of the bathroom and into the master bedroom. There was the notable absence of a toilet flushing, or a shower running. Claire knew what Jenny was up to, going into the bathroom, but didn't use it except for privacy.

When Jenny climbed back up on the bed and lay down next to her mother, Claire had an almost uncontrollable urge to "Take her turn." in the bathroom. Instead, she risked pushing her left handdown under the top of her panties and began to slowly rub her clit. She hoped that having just masturbated, Jenny would drift off to sleep quickly. As her pace quickened with no sign of life from Jenny, Claire pushed her panties down to her hips, and found her slippery vagina with two fingers. She peered over at her daughter who appeared to be sound asleep, so she began to fuck herself faster and faster with first 2 fingers, and then three.

Claire felt her sleeping daughter stir next to her, but she was too far gone to care. There comes a time in every woman's life when the stirring in her loins causes her to ignore good judgement and throw caution to the wind. Her daughter lying on the bed next to her only added to her sexual excitement, bringing it to a fever pitch. The sound of Jenny's breathing helped to bring on her body trembling orgasm. She bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out. Her back arched, her legs stiffened, and her buttocks clenched in an effort to stem the stream of seminal fluids that shot out of her urethra. When she was finally able to recover her breathing, her eyes blinked open and she saw Jenny, propped up on her left elbow, her right hand tucked under the top of her white cotton panties, while staring down at her mother.

* * * * *

Claire Burton sat in the middle of her king size bed, on her haunches, hovering over her young daughter. Jenny's stiff, young nipples centered on small B cup breasts, heaving under the child's labored breathing. Her long blonde hair spread out around her head made her appear much older in the dim light coming from the partially opened bathroom door.

"This is wrong, you know that?" Claire whispered in a trembling voice.

"Uh-huh."

"But mother's are human too," Claire went on.

"Uh-huh."

You must never mention this to anyone else, do you understand that?"

"Uh-huh. I won't, honest."

Claire leaned over and began to suck on Jenny's left nipple, then her right, taking the entire small breast into her mouth as she did so. She then traced a wet trail down the middle of her daughter's body to her navel, and then to the vaginal crevice at the joining of Jenny legs, where her tongue searched for the waiting clitoris.

Jenny's back arched as her legs bent and her thighs spread wide to welcome her mother's invading tongue.

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