Subject: About My Family Part 2 (M+ F+ m f g+ b+ inc ped)
Written by: Julie Love <julie.love09@yahoo.com>
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Julie_Love/www/
Posted by: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Sent: July 6, 2009
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
reality, get professional help - FAST!
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JULIE'S STANDARD DISCLAIMER The following work of fiction is intended as ADULT
entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you
are offended by (or it is illegal for you to read) sexually explicit content or
language, please DO NOT read any further. All characters in this story are
fictitious; any similarity to any persons, places, individuals or situations is
purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of
the activities described in this story. This story may not be reproduced in any
form for profit without the written permission of the author, Julie Love (julie
dot love09 at yahoo dot com). This story may be freely distributed with this
disclaimer attached and published without alteration.
Julie is a married 36 year-old mother of 4. Her family lives a liberal, open
nudist lifestyle. Julie is bi-sexual and along with her husband, she enjoys an
open marriage, sharing with other like minded people. As you will observe in the
stories, Julie has a vivid imagination which she loves to share with anyone who
would like to chat.
(Julie has had several yahoo id's over the years: julie_love_bc, julie_love_ab,
julie_love_bc_ab and now julie.love09)
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In my last entry I started to provide you with some of my background. I'd had
briefly mentioned that Jen and I had started a sexual relationship when she was
9. I should tell you a little more about that. Its not quite like it happened in
one fell swoop. Our relationship changed over the course of several months, in
fact many years of pre-conditioning ourselves. First off, we were nudists. We
saw each other naked all the time and other people as well. When we moved out to
Vancouver, we continued being nudists in our home and would strip off our
clothes when we got home. Nudity was not anything unusual.
I had started sleep-sharing when my daughter Jen was a baby. I was a young mom
of 16 and I had Jen's bassinet in my bedroom. If she so much as moved I was
awake and up right away. But being a teenager still I soon gave up (sleep was so
much better) and just kept her with me in the bed. If she needed to feed I would
pull her to me and she would nestle right in and feed. I did have lots of
leakage so most times I'd wake up with wet sheets. I soon learned to cover the
mattress with a rubber cover then a mattress pad, a bottom sheet, a flannel
sheet, then a top sheet and finally a quilt or comforter. I even rolled up a
blanket into a tube and placed that on the other side of Jen so she wouldn't
roll out of the bed.
At the time I didn't know about the name - sleep sharing - I just thought it was
a great idea that worked well for me. In time Jen did have her own bed, but many
mornings she'd be back in my bed with me and cuddled up in my arms. When I
graduated from University and moved to Vancouver for my first job, Jen was
sleeping more in my bed than in her own. The only time she would sleep in her
own bed was when I had a date night because I had a baby sitter stay with her.
Over time I got to be very comfortable with her being in the bed with me. I'd
even got to masturbating myself while she slept. I didn't do that every night
but there were mornings before I would have to get up that I'd find myself
fondling my breasts and my vulva and eventually giving myself a nice comforting
orgasm. It is such a perfect way to start the day.
Well, one Saturday morning in February about 2 weeks after Jen�s 9th birthday, I
must have been a little later than usual. I was laying flat on the bed with both
knees up and spread. I had one hand caressing my breasts and the other moving up
and down my body. I would rub my fingers along my labia, slip them inside me
getting the fingertips wet then slip the fingers around and around my clitoris.
I was feeling pretty horny and I was very wet and sloppy. I would take my
fingers off me and slip my fingers into my mouth to savor my own natural
flavors. I'd then return my hand to my pussy after a brief stop to tweak my
nipples. I had been doing this for probably 20 minutes working myself up to
having a wonderful orgasm. I had my eyes closed and was working the pads of my
index and middle fingers faster and faster across my clitoris and was almost to
my orgasm when I felt a hand on my breast.
My eyes flashed open, I screamed and by instinct almost hit the hand when I
realized it was Jen. She was looking at my face, her eyes wide open and looking
so scared and shocked. She was almost in tears. I immediately turned towards her
and pulled her against me, holding her tightly against my chest and hugging her
while rubbing her naked back with one hand. I talked to her gently and softly. I
told her that she was OK and that I was OK.
Once we had both calmed down some more, I told her that I wasn't mad at her at
all, just surprised. Jens head was resting on my arm with her face snuggled into
my right breast, she turned her head upward and looked up at my face. I knew she
wanted to ask me something but wasn't quite sure how to start. So I started and
I asked her how much she'd seen. She put her head back into my chest and quietly
said that she'd been watching for about 3 weeks. She turned her head back to
look at me and asked if I was mad about that. I told her that I was not mad.
After about a minute of me rubbing her back and she snuggled into my right
breast she asked me why I was rubbing myself between my legs because when she
did it she didn't feel anything. I told her that I was trying to give myself and
orgasm and that having an orgasm takes some time to learn but once you do, it is
wonderful. I had always talked with Jen in the same manner as my mom had talked
with me. We shared. I treated her with respect and she learned to do that with
me. We talked, listened to each other and I would answer all her questions as
best I could trying to make sure I wasn't telling her at a level that was way
over her capability to understand. We developed a strong mother-daughter bond
that lasts to this day and will continue forever. This openness gave us the
confidence to have very open and frank discussions about sex, orgasms and body
parts.
We moved ourselves up in the bed so that I could lay more upright with my back
up against the head board of the bed. I scrunched my pillow to support my back
and Jen snuggled back into my right arm. She placed her head more on my upper
arm this time so she could look up at me. Her right arm was resting on my tummy
while my right arm gently rubbed her back sometimes going as low to touch and
rub her cute bottom. While I held Jen we talked. She asked me questions and I
would give her straight answers.
She asked me about my nipples and why I pulled them. I told her that when I was
aroused that my nipples would get very sensitive, stiff and that touching them
and eventually pulling them made the feelings very good. I remember that her
hand moved a little but she kept it on my tummy. Now I realize that she wanted
to see what my nipples felt like. She asked about where I was rubbing myself
between my legs because she couldn't quite see.
I had her sit up and I lifted my left leg to expose my vulva. Using my left hand
I touched my labia asking her if she remembered the names of the parts of the
body. She responded with the word labia. I smiled and said she had a good
memory. Then I continued with my lesson touching myself and she responding with
the correct names. I told her that when I was stimulated I would get wet inside
my vagina and that if I used my wetness on my fingertips that rubbing my
clitoris would feel nicer. She was happy with that discussion for that morning.
She announced that she was hungry and bounced out of bed. I remember wishing
that I could continue my own lessons myself but her banging around in the
kitchen got me up and moving.
In the weeks that followed we got into more discussions which eventually lead to
us touching each other and then ourselves. We got to the point of masturbating
while in bed together. She'd watch me and copy what I did. I have to admit that
I did love to watch her jill off. We even congratulated each other when we had
our orgasms. Before too long, she and I got to helping each other. I would show
her how to place her fingers better.
Maybe provide some lubrication to help her. Before I realized it we'd started to
finger each other, give each other kisses and well I realized the first time
that I licked her clitoris that we'd reached a turning point. We talked about
what we were doing and even though she was only 9, I knew she was more mature at
that age than her other friends. We never stopped nor did I feel that what we
were doing was wrong. It just simply felt natural and good.
Today we are still having our mom and daughter times. I do miss her when she is
away at university but when she returns home we do have our mom/daughter play
times with the approval of my family who knows we need to reacquaint ourselves.