I lead a pretty boring life. I am a single mom, and I have 1 daughter, Jane, who is in her Senior year of high school. I work everyday, (Save Christmas and Thanksgiving) and then I come home, make dinner and head to bed. My husband died around 16 years ago, when Jane was 2. I haven't dated any other guys since, as I could never get over Alex. Although I could date men if I wanted too. I'm supposed to be quite attractive by today's standards. I weigh about 120 pounds, and stand at about 5' 6". I have wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, and velvet lips (according to my husband). My breasts are also very large... I have a pair of 40E's.
My daughter Jane has always been very nerdy. She treats everything like a math equation... even eating and sleeping. She gets straight A's, even though she is in advanced college courses. And she spends all day in her room, studying. Only coming out to eat and workout (She likes to keep in shape to ace gym class). She doesn't take much pride in her appearance. She wears thick glasses (Her choice) and her clothing choices are thick sweaters and frumpy skirts. She's never had a single boyfriend... although I know she could if she put herself out there. Her figure isn't bad. She is very in shape from working out, and she stands at about 5' 4". She is a curly haired brunette, just like her father. She has beautiful brown eyes, and ruby lips. Her bra size, which I know from doing laundry, is a 36C.
We were usually very distant from each other... until today.
I came home from a long day of work, to a perfectly quiet, clean house... as usual. I began to make Jane's favorite, Spaghetti. When I was finished, I walked up to Jane's room, and saw the door was closed.
"Odd." I thought.
I opened the door quietly. The scene before me was one I'll never forget. My daughter was sitting at her desk, bottomless, sketching her vagina on a piece of paper.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked.
Jane immediately blushed bright red.
"I was... er... studying?" she fumbled.
I rolled my eyes. "What's really going on?"
She looked at me like a deer in the headlights.
"...My friends were talking about masturbation today... I was pretty curious... so I decided to draw my vagina... and then see if I could use the picture to achieve orgasm..." she trailed off.
I was dumbfounded. She wants to try masturbation? Jane does?
I regained my thoughts.
"Honey. You can't treat everything like a math problem. I'll show you how to masturbate after dinner, okay?"
She was still bright red. She nodded.
I smiled. "Okay. Let's go eat. I made your favorite!"
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Following dinner, I had Jane sit on the couch, while I retrieved my ever growing box of sex toys. I came back, set the box down and sat next to her.
"What's in the box?" she asked.
I grinned wickedly. "You'll see."
She blushed. But that wasn't stopping me.
"Okay honey go ahead and strip down for me."
She looked confused. "But you're my mom."
I smiled. "I've seen you naked before, Jane."
She blushed even more deeply. "But I was like 4!"
I chuckled. "I don't care. Strip down."
Reluctantly, she grabbed the bottom hem of her sweater and lifted it off of her head, revealing a white T-Shirt. She then stripped that off, revealing her one bra, which was white. She then grabbed the waistband of her skirt, and tugged it off of her slender legs. She had white panties on.
She took a deep breath.
"It's okay Jane just do it." I comforted.
Jane slowly began to unhook her bra. It finally fell to her lap, revealing her gorgeous pair of 36C's. They were milky white (they didn't see much sun) and quite firm from the look of it.
I was staring. Jane blushed.
"Sorry honey... but your tits are amazing."
She grinned and turned away. "Thanks mom."
I shook myself out of my trance. "Okay! Panties now!"