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I sat looking out the window at our daughter Faith. She was cleaning leaves out of the pool. We were so lucky to get her through 18 and a half years plus the 9 months I carried her without any serious problems. It was a miracle with all the social stress and peer pressure these days. It was even more of a miracle to accomplish it without her catching on to our subtle control, from myself or Byron, and I'm sure she didn't. One of us always kept an eye on her when she was browsing on the web and Byron kept her hosts file up to date so she couldn't access unsavory sites.
In the summertime, from when she was young, we arranged for her to attend casual classes at the church center and as she grew up we always invited some of her friends, boys and girls, out to dinner with us or to the zoo so she had lots of company. A big enough variety so she didn't attach her feelings to any particular person. We even got her used to nice crisp cold showers early on so it got to be a habit along with showering before bed rather than in the morning. It served its purpose and we seldom noticed any signs of normal urges from her, until now. There weren't that many but they were there.
It was time to ease her into the more mature society. We would stay close but she needed to slip away easy. I've been keeping an eye on the type of friends she liked most and along the way found one that I thought would be a wonderful match and slowly eased them together but not tightly. The two of them are nice friends but haven't been in a situation where they could be more personal. Byron and I saw to that.
His name is Edmund but of course everybody calls him Ed. When they were at the pool I made sure Faith wore her single piece bathing suit with the short skirt. I took tea or soda out to them and later some cookies and they could see me working in the kitchen often. Ed could still get some nice views of legs and thighs and breastworks and occasionally the back of her suit pulled tight when she bent over at the pool side. I left that habit alone. It was particularly for Ed. The skirt wasn't that long. He was a calm young man and very respectful to everybody and always seemed to enjoy himself.
Faith had two other suits, bikinis, and one was quite revealing and a little loose. We gave them to her when she turned 18. She was quite surprised. She wore them when just she and I and Byron were together at the pool. We always let her know how beautiful she was and privately I mentioned it was quite ok to let us enjoy her beauty, especially her dad. They seemed to dote on each other with easy familiarity. Sometimes that bikini had a way of slipping a little this way and that way and she and her dad feigned ignoring it. It was an outlet for her with her dad watching and I ignored the little ways she arranged the slips and a couple of times I was a little bit affected myself.
We were sitting in the side yard, where the sun was blocked. Faith had on one of her yard shifts. It had strings over the shoulder and it was quite short. The bottom was actually like a Colette, but you really couldn't tell, it was so flowing. She only wore her shifts at home. Her thighs were out for viewing. She was subconsciously starting to attract attention to herself for mating. It was instinct and I don't think she even realized it.
As soon as we both found a pause I said, "How would you like to take your feelings for a drive? I think it's time and you seem to be receptive."
With a smile and a blank look she said, "What do you mean? Receptive how. To what?" She said.
"Intimacy," I said. "We can find some time when Byron isn't home and relax with each other and see how it is. You seem to be more, uh, 'womanly' lately and being intimate together will give you a chance to express yourself as well as participate. Do some of the things you may be thinking about. Let your feelings loose for a little bit, see how you like it. Being intimate is a very special thing. It's usually a lot of fun although you don't laugh a lot it's a different kind of fun."
"I don't know what to say," she said.
"I know," I said. "Think about it, it's not pressing. We can close the curtains in one of the bedrooms so it seems more private. Be close. Let your instincts have a go at yourself, at me, and I can do the same. It's not a lesbian thing. It's a mother daughter showing thing. Take a thorough shower and skip deodorant. When you present scents to each other your minds react in anticipation of breeding and you start to prepare. It's important to allow your scents to escape. Don't let your scents embarrass you or how you let them escape."
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It was 2:00 in the afternoon. We had a lite early lunch so it had time to settle. At her suggestion we went to her bedroom. There were leather type black curtains on the windows with a strip over the top so the light was almost fully blocked. The covers were down but we left the sheet up. I took off everything except my pants and Faith did too. We had seen each other nude plenty of times. I wasn't that nervous and would welcome the first sign she was interested enough to express herself. I would take the initiative since it was my suggestion and I didn't think she would do anything first in any case.
In the past we took showers together a couple of times and bumped into each other but I knew this was way different for her. As soon as we got settled down on the pillow I took my time but got my nipples into hers or very near and put an arm over her waist and let the other one settle so my hand was right at her lower breast with a finger touching. Then I kissed her. I held it for a long time so all the skin would have a chance to make an impression while I slipped my hand down on her backend on top of her pants and pulled, just a little.
Faith and I both had high clits and our mons were prominent. When we melded into each other our mons and clits meshed perfectly. Sometimes when we had our folded hands in our laps our clits were right there at our fingers. Lately I've seen Faith with one of her finger moving under her hands. I stopped kissing but let my fingers keep playing with her breast and nipple.
I said, "We don't want to go too fast. It gives your mind time to absorb and see what you like."
As I was talking I pulled my hand over her hip and down between us on top of her pants. It pried our mons apart and I let my fingers find her clit and softly caress it up and down the hood. I left the tip alone. Maybe later.
"Always remember," I said. "Sexually the main pleasure for you is through your clit. Showing your pleasure is the best way to let him know that. The main pleasure for a man is your vagina. His main desire is planting his seed as far inside your vagina as possible. You have that same desire. I thought we could find some way to simulate that and experience the bliss associated with it. Would you like to take my pants off or would you like me to take yours off, or both?"
I was still rubbing her hood and she delayed just a moment and said, "Both."
"Can I take yours off first?" I asked.