Me and my daughter have always been rather close and trusted with each other, especially after her father left us when she was only 7 years old. We didn't suffer the all too popular catfights between mother and daughter even when she had reached puberty, which coincided with the first years within our new family. She and her "new daddy" got along quite well which was both unexpected and understandable, since I couldn't take over the role as a male model and he was her first adult male around since many years. 

Once in awhile we had some girlie talk which over the years often was characterized by subjects like boys and girls since she hit puberty. As any other 13 yo girl she was extremely curious about sex and wanted to know more than just the basics she had heard from her peer group or what I had told her earlier. Her questions were surprisingly colorful and explicit, but then again, the year was 2005, there was the www and other media that didn't hold back with unobstrusive and explicit eroticism. To be honest, I'm sure she had observed me changing over the years from the mouse to the uninhibited MILF I had become and I couldn't and wouldn't hide.

I will never forget one particular conversation when she dropped the bombshell. Unnoticed by my lover and me she had observed us disappear in our secret love nest. As curiosity got the better of her she followed us and listened for quite some time what might happen inside the locked chamber she had never taken notice before. It must have been one of our wilder sessions with lots of moaning and groaning, screaming and grunting, slapping and laughing she witnessed without us knowing.

Now what? A couple of years earlier I would have denied each and everything and would have told her to mind her own business. But I felt I couldn't lie to her without destroying our trustful relationship, and furthermore I felt I didn't want to deny my new lifestyle even if this meant to face a couple of awkward minutes being discovered by my own innocent daughter.

Without revealing any details I told her about the kind of relationship I had developed with her "new daddy" - a rather useless endeavor since she wanted to know if not each detail, but some more profound information. That's when I discovered that she wasn't that innocent anymore. Although yet a virgin, with her 13 years she had better insights into sexual practices than I had when I was 18 years old. Although never being intimate with a boy, she wanted to know everything, how a cock (did she just use the term "cock"??) felt like if she touched and stroked it, how a cock tasted, how cum felt and tasted (!!), what it does to a woman when not only fingers but a tongue touched her cunt (where did she learn these terms?).

Since it was Saturday we talked for hours, only interrupted when she left for her room for a couple of minutes, returning quite flushed which gave me the idea she had to relieve herself with the help of her fingers (or a dildo?). Time and again I had to slow down myself to prevent to become too explicit and to ask too much of her "innocence". However, I could feel myself being attracted by my own daughter, not only because she was a beauty even at the age of 13, but because our relationship had changed from the mother-daughter level to a kind of best-friend level. Our trustful and open relationship had been made up by intimacy I had never experienced with a female before.

My lover didn't know what hit him that night. He later told me he felt like being raped by me (of course he didn't complain), I lost count of my orgasms when I simply used his cock to take care of my itching cunt. After this first round of wild love making, I told him about the talk I had with our daughter, and I confessed I was afraid I had the hots for my own daughter. Wait a minute: although he already had filled my cunt with his cum to the brim twice, I could feel his cock twitching again when I revealed my dark fantasies. Did he share my fantasies, did he have more than paternal feelings for my/our daughter?

I wispered into his ears to be patient just for a sec and left him to get two items. First I went to our secret chamber to catch a blindfold which was risky enough because I didn’t care to cover myself (as if I wanted to be caught by my daughter). After I had blindfolded him, I tiptoed to our daughter's laundry hamper to fish out one of her panties. We later found out it must have been the panty she had worn that very day.

Entangled in his arms and legs I took the sheer material and covered his nose and mouth with the panty. Startled at first he moaned when he felt and sniffed the most womanlike piece of cloth. We had done this before, but only with my own panties: I kissed him on his panty covered mouth and tried to identify a certain taste. Between kisses he told me "today's panties" tasted different which I had to confirm. I had read about the sweet tasting pussies of girls, and now I knew it for myself.

I revealed to my beloved panty-kisser that those were our daughter's panties just fished out from her laundry hamper, aka fresh from her pussy. That's when he shot his third load all over the place without even touching his cock. And that's when I knew I wasn't the only one who had the hots for our daughter. This night to remember we made love till the wee hours, and there was not one single moment when at least one of our daughter's lingerie wasn't involved. Panties, bras, stockings, negligées, sheer and virginal and revealing, were scattered around when we woke up late on Sunday morning.

To answer the obvious question: no, our daughter has never been included as a sexual partner, neither me nor my lover ever dared spoil her natural growth. However, the relationship with her had changed since this particular talk and what had happened afterwards. And sometimes at night you would be able to watch a naked woman tiptoeing to a certain laundry hamper...