My first husband, upon discovering my bi-sexual tendencies, left me 25 years ago. I have since remarried to a much more open-minded man whom I love deeply and who, as much as he can, looks after all of my needs. Unfortunately though, his job keeps him away from home for weeks at a time. I can usually expect him home one weekend each month and sometimes he is able to stay for a week. He works way up north in the oil patch doing something with gas wells (it's not very interesting to me).
My daughter Nickki and I spent most of our time without a man in the house. I had occasional female lovers and even rarer male lovers. For the most part I looked after my sexual needs through masturbation and rabid fuck-sessions when hubby came home from time to time.
My daughter seemed happy enough. In the earlier years she spent a lot of time with her friends (doing things that teen girls all do) but there were very few boys in her life outside of school. I didn't think much about that...probably because there were no problems. She would talk to me about what she and her girlfriends did but (as I was to learn) she didn't tell me everything. At 18 years old she was a little chubby (and that probably had an impact on relationships with boys) but was terribly cute and she had big tits that came in at an early age. Her ass was a perfect complement to her tits – she was gorgeous in my eyes.
I could go on and on but that isn't what this story is about – just a little background regarding what transpired.
It wasn't unusual for Nickki to crawl into bed with me in the middle of the night or early in the morning. I loved to feel her pressed against me as we slept. But one Saturday night when she was home for a change and not out with her friends that changed forever. I had gone to bed (alone as usual) at about midnight and fell asleep after reading a few pages from some novel. I woke later (I have no idea what the time was...it doesn't matter) to feel her climbing into bed behind me. She cuddled in, spooning closely as she usually did. I scooted myself over a bit to make room for her. She rested a hand on my hip and I relaxed, looking once again for sleep.
But as I began to doze, I realized that Nickki was moving her hand slowly up from my hip and over my tummy. Keep in mind that, just as now, I was a big woman. A BBW, if you will. Okay, I was and am fat and my belly is and was big. In those days I was much more shy about my belly. I didn't like to have it touched, I just wanted to pretend it wasn't there, so to speak. Anyway, Nickki was moving her hand up and over my belly, fingers splayed. I wasn't alarmed in the least, I assumed she was just wanting to put her arm around me.
When her hand reached the lower edge of my breast, she stopped moving. I should perhaps mention here that I was wearing a cotton nightie, about mid-thigh length with quite a deep V neckline. The bottom of my nightie was (as it always did) hiked up around my hips from laying in the bed. Other than that, I was naked.
After a few minutes, again as I was dozing off, Nickki turned her hand and cupped my breast gently. My eyes sprang open. I waited; wondering if this was an accident or what – I was confused, not worried. For perhaps a minute there were no further movements until I noticed that she had begun to squeeze my breast just a little. Again I waited, wondering if this was going somewhere or what.
When her fingers began to tease my nipple, I knew that there was nothing accidental about this. But I didn't know how to respond. This was my daughter, for fuck sake! What was she doing touching her mother's nipples? As I dithered, I felt my nipple responding to her touch. My own daughter was making my nipple hard! I was embarrassed and (quite honestly) a little aroused. But I thought that it was time to stop this or at the very least – find out from her what was going on.
I whispered, "Nickki? What are you doing, sweetie?"
She was quiet for a moment then replied quietly, "it's okay mom, just relax, it feels so good in my hand."
"But Nickki, you can't do that, you can't feel up your mother!" I protested.
