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Shafts of milky moonlight spill through the blinds to paint elongated stripes on the walls and ceiling of my bedroom. The buzzing of cicadas fills the back yard, punctuated now and then by a hoarse bark from our neighbor’s collie Jasper.I’m lying naked atop rumpled sheets, sprawled on the bed, the warm humid air of a Georgia evening caressing my bare body. I have one hand tucked between my thighs, fingers resting on a very warm, very wet cunt. My senses, dulled by the night, good wine and the aftermath of sexual release, detect a shape where there isn’t supposed to be one in the room. I force my eyes to focus, then sit upright with a violent start. My nineteen-year-old daughter Mickie is seated in a chair close to the bed, a mysterious smile on her lovely face. “Mickie!” I gasp, snatching my hand away from my still tingling pussy, blushing furiously. God, for my own daughter to catch me like this… I was mortified. “You didn’t close your door all the way, Mom,” she says , casually uncrossing her bare legs. ” I heard you making weird noises… like a kitten, sort of.” Mickie mimics a cat, batting its paws as if trying to escape from a paper bag. “I wanted to make sure you were all right, so I came in.” “I — I had too much to drink,” I stammered. “It got me all… tingly, so I came up here and…” I reach down, şişli escort bayan fumbling about to grasp the sheet, hastily covering my nude body. “It’s okay, Mom,” she says soothingly. “There’s nothing wrong with making yourself feel good.” Mickie is in her usual sleepwear: one of her big brother’s old t-shirts, abandoned when he left for college, and skimpy panties. “Y’know something, though? Watching you getting yourself off like that was the hottest thing I’ve seen in ages.”I was floored. “How long have you been in here?” She didn’t have to answer — her knowing smile said everything. “You — you were watching me while I m-masturbated? Why? Why on earth would you spy on me like that?””Because it was a beautiful sight,” she replies, her eyes never leaving mine. “You’re still an incredibly sexy woman, you know.” My daughter’s blonde hair is shimmering, and for an instant I glimpse the moonlight in her sapphire eyes. She rises and moves to stand close beside the bed, her eyes still holding mine. “Mom? How long has it been since you got to be intimate with someone?” I can feel the bed move as Mickie gently sits down next to me. She gently touches my cheek, tracing the line of my jaw with her fingertip. “Too long,” I said quietly, feeling a sudden twinge of self-pity. “N-not since your father left.” mecidiyeköy escort bayan Mickie nods, her eyes warm with compassion. The sweet, loving look she is giving me at that moment seems to touch my soul. Her hand rests lightly on my bare shoulder. “You know, Mom — you’ve had a rough time this last year, what with Dad gone. And touching yourself is all well and good… but I think you need something more.”My pulse thrums like a frantic jazz tune as Mickie’s hand lowers to grasp the edge of the sheet that covers my nude body and slowly, slowly begins to pull it down. I wonder for an instant if I should object, but it’s already too late — she draws the sheet away until I am naked before her, completely exposed. Still seated on the edge of the bed beside me, Mickie leans in close, her lips whisper-soft against my own. She kisses me delicately, then draws back to give me an adoring smile. I stare at her, dazed, uncertain of what’s happening and desperate to understand. “You need to be loved, Mom,” she breathes, “by someone who loves you… very much.” She is gazing warmly into my eyes, giving me a view into her soul… and I am mesmerized by what I see there. Is my own daughter trying to…? No, it can’t be.Then she bends to kiss me again — and this time, she trails her tongue escort şişli across my lower lip. Her fingers graze my nipple, tease it to hardness. I am lost, caught up in a sudden surge of desire that has my head spinning. Without stopping to think, I respond. As I suck Mickie’s tongue into my mouth, my hands take on a life of their own. I place my palm on the front of the thin Huey Lewis t-shirt, hesitantly touching my daughter’s breasts. Meanwhile, the other hand finds its way between my legs — and I’m masturbating all over again. We are kissing with a passion that shocks me, yet at the same time it seems as if I’ve always wanted this from Mickie. Suddenly she breaks away from me and stands, panting excitedly. Still fingering myself, I watch in awe as she practically tears off her top and panties, then stands naked before me. My heart races as I take in the sight, the scent, the pure, holy femaleness of her. “Oh, baby, you’re so lovely,” I whisper, abandoning both my morals and my common sense at a stroke. “I — I want you.” Mickie licks her lips. “Well, then, Mom,” she purrs, “you can have me.” I continue to masturbate as Mickie climbs up onto me, crawling over my body until she is straddling my face. I am staring up between the tender flesh of her inner thighs at the glistening pink treasure of her cunt, framed by spun-gold pubes. My daughter’s sex draws me in like a beckoning finger, and I lift my head to touch the moist flesh between her pale thighs with my lips. Encouraged by her moan, I begin to lick, touching the globes of Mickie’s firm buttocks as I press my mouth into her sex.