Do you masturbate, mom? Alice asked. You ought to, you know. It would be great for you. I was more than a little shocked by the intrusiveness of her question. That's a funny thing to ask, darling, I said a little stiffly which made her giggle. Sorry, she said. But there's no need to be shy about it with me. She kissed my cheek and said: I love you so much. Her gentleness touched me. In a strange and not unpleasant way, it seemed that we had reversed roles and I had become my pretty daughter's child. Some background. My husband, Jim, died two years ago and my life has been rather aimless since. I'm 68, hardly the age to attract a new man even if I wanted one. I missed Jim and a social life of any kind would have seemed like a betrayal of him. Alice on the other hand seemed determined to shake me out of my lethargy. Daddy would never have expected you to become a recluse, she said. You need to start living like a normal person again. You're too young not to enjoy sex and especially not with yourself. You could think of daddy and the good sex you had together while you're masturbating. I am a suburban, church-going lady who for most of her life has barely been aware that incest existed. So Alice's next suggestion shocked me even more. It was that she would help me get started by us doing it together. I'd need to think about that very carefully, darling, I said, playing for time. After all, I am your mom and it what you suggest would be illegal. The truth is that I was extremely embarrassed that Alice should even think about me masturbating which I hadn't done for years. No, she said, now that's it's been mentioned, it's now or never. We're both adullts. She stepped close to me and, reaching under my skirt, very gently but firmly cupped my genitals in her hand. Her mouth on mine stifled any attempt at protest. You're wet already, she whispered. I can feel it through your underpants. It was true. Her touch had inundated me between the legs with juices that hadn't known release for so long and intoxicated me. No longer thinking about what I was doing, I returned her kisses and our tongues plunged deeply into each other's mouths while she pulled my clothes off. She pressed my naked body to hers. You be nude too, I breathed. She obeyed and we collapsed on the sofa in a naked tangle of hands reaching for bare breasts and vaginas. Pushing me onto my back, she mounted me and rode my pubis until I was transfigured by the best orgasm I have had in my entire life, a moment of pure, indescribable happiness that I would never have thought possible and gifted to me by my beautiful, corrupting and deliciously incestuous daughter. She grinned at me wickedly. Now, she said, you can think of me as well as daddy when you masturbate and I'm ordering you to do it every day – when I'm not here to masturbate you myself.