Mother, my friend and teacher
by
PlanetDweller
(Ff, incest, pedo, menstrual sex)
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I remember that first talk and I had all those years ago about becoming a
woman. When I was eight or nine, one Saturday afternoon when Dad and brat
brothers were gone, she sat me down on the bed and sat next to me as she
opened the nightstand drawer and pulled a Kotex pamphlet "What Every Should Know". Her Cinnabaron' perfume created an invisible cloud around
her. Her Liz Claiborne pantsuit flattered her thirty-ish body, which I knew
I'd end up looking a lot like. She held the booklet open and pointed to the
cutaway illustrations of a woman's internal organs, as she explained the
process of eggs being released every month and if they're not fertilized then
menstruation happens etc. I smiled and tried to appear interested, but the
truth was my best friend Gloria's who had just turned twelve and
already had her periods and it was Gena, Gloria's sister, that had shared her
news with us both and explained it all to me a couple of months before.
Mom then surprised me by also taking from the nightstand a sex manual that
looked like it had been printed in the 1930's. She smiled and said that since
I would becoming a woman soon in a few months, it was time I also learned
about sex between and women, and asked what I thought about that. I told
the truth and told her I thought from what I knew of sex, that it was yucky,
and I really didn't want to learn about it right then. smile, kissed me
on the forehead, and closed the book as she slipped it back into the
nightstand drawer, pushing the drawer closed silently.
Saying "that's fine, Dear, when you decide you would like to learn about sex,
just come ask me, I'll tell you anything you want to know..", I replying "I
know, Mom, thanks". "But you are close to becoming a woman, and you need to
know what to do when that happens." "You just told me and showed me what to
do..." I replied. "I showed you pictures and told you about the biology of
it, but I haven't shown you what to do....c'mon, let's go to the bathroom"
she intoned as she nudged my arm and we walked out of her bedroom to the main
bath to right and down the hall a bit.
In the bathroom, said "it'll be easier if we take off our clothes, but
leave our underwear on". unzipped and slipped out of pantsuit, and then
helped me unfasten and pull my dress over my head. had always been
comfortable in her own nudity around me and me her, as long as Dad or
brothers weren't around to accidentally see anything, so disrobing down to
our underwear wasn't a big deal. With all the talk about periods, I even had
a small flashback, remembered seeing a bloody pad in her underwear a time or
two lying on the bathroom floor when I came to use the when she was in
the shower. She opened the towel closet and got out her own assortment of
pads and tampons, and placed them on the edge of the toilet.
"When you get your first period, Hon, chances are you'll be at school or
somewhere out in public, so you'll need to start carrying around a pad with
you in your purse wherever you go, understand?" said with smiling face.
"Sure."
"You'll probably feel just a little dampness from your blood at first which
won't be much and won't leak through your underwear right then, but when you
do feel that first trickle, you need to go to the little girls' room as soon
as you can and put a pad on right then, even if you don't see blood on your
underwear, okay, Honey?" "I understand Mom, I understand..." I replied with
mild disinterest. "Oh, c'mere, you stinker!" whispered loudly as she
pulled me close to her for a hug, I returning her hug.
She then showed me how to peel and stick a mini-pad in my underwear so it
wouldn't bunch or show through my clothes. I asked her about tampons, and she
said that they were always difficult to use at first, but when I got my
period, she would show me how to use them if I wanted. I replied, "Sure."
I then asked if she would go ahead and show me how to insert one now. She
replied "no, not now, Dear, not in you, you're not ready...I can show you how
to insert one if you want to watch me", I nodding my head yes. Opening the
medicine cabinent, she pulled out a large jar of brownish "carbolated"
Vaseline, opened it and put it down on the edge of the bathtub next to the
boxes of Stayfrees and Tampaxs, fished a Super Tampax from its box, took the
wrapper off, lubricated the end of it, then shooed me off the where I
had been sitting.
"Now, normally you should never wear a tampon unless you're actually having
your period, I'm just doing this to show you how you use one, understand,
Hon?" she asked as I murmured "uh-hu". Proping one leg on the toilet, I edged
over to sit on the tub, as she gave me a full view of her while she
pushed the tampon in, explaining how to aim towards the small of my back
instead of straight up, her fingers fishing the applicator out. I couldn't
help myself for a second, I just stared at her as the Tampax string
just hung there limply.
"Understand now, Hon?" she whispered as she craned her neck around to make
eye contact with me "yes, Mom, thanks for showing me" I replied with
wide-eyed wonder that I'm sure she noticed. Pulling the lubricated plug out,
she flushed it down the toilet, as we got dressed and went back downstairs to
find Dad home already.
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Almost a year passed before the big day happened. I was out riding my bike
after school at the park in our neighborhood with my best friend Gloria and
her Gena, when I felt a curious, dampness running down my legs.
Thank God I was wearing my jeans! I caught up with Gloria and told her I
thought I had started my period. We dove into some bushes where no one
could see us, and the smell and sight of blood running down my thighs left no
doubt. The mini-pad I had been carrying around for almost a year was finally
put to good use.
I told Gloria and Gena I needed to run on home. Dad was in the living room
and brothers were off when I got home. I found in her bedroom, sewing.
Even though Dad was downstairs and couldn't possibly hear us, I whispered in
her ear what had happened, and she smiled. Making our way to the bathroom,
she helped me out of my jeans and top and helped clean my blood-stained
thighs, and then helped me clean my messy vulva. She then began explaining
again about how to tell when my pad needed changing, how to rinse my dirty
underwear out to minimize staining, all the stuff we had gone over a year
before. I just smiled and nodded. "Dad's going to be golfing all day
Saturday, and your brothers will be off with their Scout troop all weekend,
so this Saturday, we can have another little talk, okay, Hon?" she asked
as I hugged her from love indicating "yes".
When Dad's car pulled out of the driveway, called me in from the
backyard. Giving me a big hug in the kitchen as my Pepsi fizzed out in its
glass, she told me that I was definitely a real woman now, and I needed to
know all the things women need to know. "When you finish here, Dear, come
upstairs to my bedroom."
When I pushed the bedroom door open, was sitting there fully clothed on
the bed, but with all sorts of books and stuff on the bed near her. Motioning
to me, I sat down beside her as she began talking. She went on and on about
how most men, no, all really couldn't be trusted, that they would lie to
any woman and tell her that they love her just to have sex with her, and for
me not to even think about getting until I was grown and out of
college.
Then she got kind of boring as she continued on and on about the problems all
men and women have in their relationships with each other, on and on and on.
She saw I was unintentionally tuning her out, and then said in a louder but
not loud voice "since you're having your periods, Dear, you really need to
pay attention to what I'm saying, it's important, I don't want any grandkids
before it's MY time to be a grandmother!" she barked with mock irritation.
"Ohhh, Mom!!!" I replied as we hugged on the bed. "Ready to continue?" "Yeah,
uh-hu." "Then let's stand up and face each other."
"Let's undress each other" she nicely commanded. I looked puzzled I know, but
complied as I undid her blouse and unzipped her skirt and she helped me out
of my short-shorts and top. Turning her back to me, I undid her bra and
pulled her down to her ankles, then turned my back to her so she
could undo my bra. My had an unstained pad in them, my period almost
over, as she slipped them to my ankles, I stepping out of them. "Besides
mother and daughter, Hon, we're both women now, and women need to know
certain things" she monotoned as she pulled me over to the bed. Sitting there
naked next to each other on the bed, she opened that ancient sex manual
and went through the medical illustrations and photographs, showing and
telling me all about sex. It was actually pretty boring.
Finishing, she then opened some magazines that showed and women making
love. A couple of them were nothing but women making love to each other, and
one was nothing but doing each other. "What do you feel about that?" she
asked as I blanched from seeing some guy fuck some other guy up his ass.
"Gross!!!" I exclaimed honestly. "What about the women together with men?"
"That's okay I guess, I mean, it is normal." "What about women with women?"
"That's okay too...I guess...Mom, I think my period's started again."
We scooted down the hall together naked, pulling me close to her for some
reason. In the bathroom, she pulled out from the towel closet a new box of
Tampax Juniors she had bought a couple of days ago, just after my period
started. " 'Like to use one, Hon?" "Sure, Mom, thanks for buying them for
me..." "No problem, Dear.." held me close to her to help me maintain my
balance as I propped one foot up on the closed commode. I smelled her
Cimmabaron body powder as her pushed next to my side. Her hands
gently held my shoulders and back. After bending a couple pretty badly, smiled with a "here, Dear, let me help you."
Getting the brown Vaseline out from the medicine cabinent, she moved to my
back as she put a now-lubricated junior Tampax in my hand, and her hand in
mine, helped me angle it right as it went inside me. Finally, I did indeed
feel like a real woman. Her hand and mine grasped as she pulled away, the
stained applicator between our fingers, she pulling away, opening the lid and
tossing the applicator in. then kissed me on the forehead, then the
cheeks, then on the lips, as her hands massaged my budding breasts. I froze.
Taking my still lightly blood stained right hand, she put it on her left
breast and moved it around. I got the idea. I then smiled. smiled back.
We shared a kiss on the lips that lingered for a full moment. "Let's go back
to our bedroom" she said. Not "my" bedroom. "Our" bedroom.
Back on the bed, gently stroked my vulval lips with one hand as we sat
butt-to-butt next to each other as she flipped the pages with her free one
and she and I looked at the magazines full of people making love. I really
didn't know what to expect next. told me that the best way to keep from
getting pregnant was 1) to when I felt I needed to, and 2) "fool
around with other women or girls" if I felt the need for sex.
"But, Mom, I'm not a lesbian"
"Hon, making love to other women doesn't make you a lesbian...I'm not one for
gosh sake's, but my mother, your grandmother taught me and your aunts, my
sisters, about how to satisfy each other and ourselves, and goodness knows,
none of us are lesbians!"
I felt flush. I felt a flush. I felt physically hot. I felt a little sick to
my stomach. I loved my with all my heart, but didn't know if I wanted
what I was sure was coming next. I hiccuped hard. I swallowed hard.
"Hon, you're my daughter, I'd never do anything to you..."
"I know that, Mom..."
With that, kissed me full on the lips, this time her tongue filling my
mouth. I almost gagged. "Your father, your brothers, none of the can
ever know, except of course your grandmother or aunts or your female
cousins."
I looked deep in her eyes as she broke the kiss. "Yes, that's right, Hon,
your female cousins have all been through this, too, and when the
younger ones come of age and start their periods, they are initiated, too."
I felt like running. I felt hot. I felt like staying. I
stayed.
Mom then pushed all the magazines and books off the bed, leaving a couple of
vibrators and dildos next to us. Clinically but with passion, she showed me
how she normally masturabted with her hand and then with a dildo then a
vibrator. Nudging me back on the bed, she put a towel under my butt, then
urged me to for her to see. I closed my eyes and silently lost it.
It felt great. I loved having my watch me, knowing she was getting hot,
too. Her hand slipped atop mine as I masturbated. Feeling a tug, the tampon
slid out as pulled on it. "We're both women, Hon, we don't need things
that make us use in our way."
She slipped her head down between my legs and began licking my vulva and
clitoris. I went somewhere, but I'm not sure where. She raised her head and I
saw a bit of blood on her lips and chin and face. She just smiled and
returned to licking me. Working a finger inside me, she began a slow
finger-fuck of me as she continued licking my like a cherry ice cream
cone. I just started laughing, it felt so good, I couldn't help it. raised her eyes up meeting mine from between my legs, giggling a little with
me in approval. Her pushing of her finger in and out of me continued, the
pace picking up. Her tongue lapped my first period's juices that were leaking
out like they were ambrosia. Her tongue also kept lashing at my clit.
All these years laters, all the great sex I've had with since then, as
well as most of my other female relatives on her side of the family, as well
as all the sex I've had mostly with but also a couple of non-related
women, and this has to have been the most dramatic, precious, special sexual
experience of my life, I remember every second of it like it was yesterday.
I felt my body tense. I knew it was my first orgasm coming. I grabbed the
sheets and clinched my fists as relentlessly and licked my and clit. She then slipped two fingers inside me, picked up the pace even
harder and deeper of her pushing her fingers inside me, as she concentrated
on my clit at the same time. I cried out a gutteral, almost sound, then went to a new plateau, my first orgasm, where I stayed for a few
moments, as gently let me down easy, slowing the pace of her
finger-penetration and tongue-licks on my vulva over the next few minutes.
Mom rolled up next to me. She smiled as she stroked my hair. She smiled as
she parted my legs once more and gently pulled on my vulval lips and even
more gently pinched my clitoris some, making it feel good, not hurting me. I
just looked in her eyes with love. I felt my drying, sticky blood puddling on
the towel underneath my butt, and didn't care.
I touched Mom's breasts, and reached for her vagina, she parting her thighs
for my hands. Rolling over, I began my fingers-poke of her. She reached for
my hand and put all my fingers together. I looked quizical for a second, then
followed her lead. Soon, my entire hand up to my wrist was deep inside her
vagina. I worked my hand in and out of her slowly. She looked like at me and
smiled the happiest smile I'd ever seen from her as she moaned from pleasure.
My free hand touched her breasts. She took my free hand and told me to pinch
and play with her nipples as my hand-poke of her continued. I smiled back and
complied.
The rest of that day, until about 3 p.m., Dad expected home around four or
so, was spent just being women with each other. taught me so much that
day, so much I would have never learned otherwise. We "69'd", then I used a
vibrator on her, then she used a tiny one on me, giving it to me, telling me
she would even buy batteries for it for me, when I needed them. I knew her
period would probably start soon, and told her I wanted to lick her vulva and
clit when she had her period, too, just like she had done with me that day.
She grinned ear to ear. We made love some more as only women, real women, can
do. She licked my anus some, then probed my with a finger for a
moment, then slipped her bloody finger in my anus, giving me a nice time that
way. Moments later, I probed my own vagina, getting lubricated with my own
menstrual fluid, then probed her anus with my naturally-lubricated finger,
Mom purring like a when I did that.
Don't get me wrong, we never became lovers or anything like that, we
were simply a close and who enjoyed pleasing each other as
women. Some months later at Kate's house, I made love to Kate
and at the same time that Friday night, then the following day, that
Saturday, all my aunts from Mom's side, her sisters, and their daughters who
were enough to have begun their periods, all came by for the rest of the
weekend, and we all had such a nice time as women making love but not being
in love with and definitely not being to each other. And we had and
will continue to have more great and special times together, too, as only
women, real women, can.
So, now I sit here in front of this monitor, getting ready to be in
less than 24 hours, wondering if I'll ever have a daughter, a who I
then can initiate into our special sisterhood of women, real women,
once she begins her own periods. And I wonder if I do, if she'll appreciate
how truly special all of it is, this wonderful state of being open to special
rites and priviledges available only inside our special matriarchy. I've got
to go now. I've got to run over and see Mom.
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