I love my children. I suppose my definition of love is a little different from traditional families but for me and my house we have our own sense of normal. I’m originally a West Virginia girl and you may know the old saying that “everyone in West Virginia is related”. Well, that just may be very close to the truth because in the Wild and Wonderful Mountain state of WV we show our family love in a wild and steamy way. Though I’ve lived on the west coast for many years you can’t take the hillbilly out of this girl. My first husband and I raised our son and daughter to love each and to love mom and dad in a way that some would not approve. Preachers would preach against it and church mothers would be ashamed. But it’s our way. When my son came to puberty it was my job to teach him how to please a woman and I can tell you my son is hung and can hang for hours in the sack. I taught him that. His sister was a little shy so I had to take my time with her. I bathed her every night and let her feel my hand run across her young body. When she was 13 I let my hand lightly rub up against her private parts when I was drying her off from her nightly bath. I saw the look on her face. I know she liked it. When she turned 16 (which is legal age down south) I thought I’d turn up the heat and let her know how a woman is supposed to feel down there. We had just thrown a wonderful “Sweet 16” party for her. I cooked her favorite food and made a luscious cake and invited all of her friends. She was beautiful in a flowing red dress and tiara. When the party was over I told her that mommy had a special surprise for her. Her eyes lit up with excitement. “Is it a another present, mommy?” I stroked her hair and said, “Something even better, baby. Mommy’s going to teach you how to be a woman tonight.” I took her by the hand and took her into my bedroom. “Since you’re practically grown now, mommy made you a champagne cocktail with a cherry in it. Here baby, go ahead and drink it up. It will relax you.”. She was so excited to have a drink. She downed it so quickly and said, “Mommy that was so good can I have another? “Ofcourse baby”. I gave her another drink. I could tell she was getting woozy. “Why don’t you take off this pretty red dress and lay down on Mommy’s bed and relax? OK?” “Yes maam. But can I have another glass with the cherry in it?” “Yes baby, as soon as you take your clothes off.” “All of my clothes mommy, or just my dress?” “All of them, baby. Every stitch. As I watched her take off her dress and then her under panties and then her trainer bra I knew she was ready. She laid on the bed naked with her young body toned and pretty. Her flowing hair cascaded on the pillow. Her perky tits sitting up and her painted toenails were dazzling pink. She looked so beautiful. “Well I suppose Mommy should take her clothes off too.” “Yay, then we’ll both be naked and ready for bed”. I watched her eye me carefully as I undressed in front of her. “Wow, mommy your tits are so big. I wish my titties were big like yours.” I assured her, “One day honey, they will be. You’re growing into a full blown woman.” I sat next to her on the bed with my huge tits right in her face. “Can I have my drink now, Mommy?” “Yes baby. Mommy and I will have one too”. We clicked our glasses and sipped our drinks. She giggled so much that some of the champagne spilled on her breasts and rolled down her body right between her legs. “Oh mommy I’m sorry. I think some spilled on your comforter. Do you have a cloth to wipe it up with?” “Mommy has something better than a cloth. But let’s get you cleaned up first. ok.” “OK”, she said in a sweet trusting voice. I leaned over and licked the champagne off her breasts. She giggled. “Mommy that tickles.” “Well, then I’ll let you tickle mommy now.” I poured champagne on my tits and let it roll down my body. Without hesitation she stuck out her tongue and licked it off my tit. It felt so good. She giggled again. I decided to make a game out of it. So I poured more champagne on her stomach and licked it off circling my tongue around her belly button. She giggled again. “My turn”, she yelled. She poured her drink on my stomach and licked it off circling her tongue around my belly button. It felt so good I moaned and she giggled. I poured the rest of my glass on her body and she giggled and squirmed. The cherry fell right between her legs. She laugh out loud and said, “Mommy, look what you did you drop the cherry.” I laughed too. “I know. Now mommy’s going to get that cherry.” I put my head in her crotch. Her young virgin pussy smelled like a piece of heaven. The cherry was stuck right between her plump pussy lips. I stretched out my tongue and licked that cherry all around and let my tongue swirl across her clit. No more giggles just moans and sighs. Her body relaxed. Her legs spread wide. I ate the cherry and slid my tongue inside her sweet wet pussy. She put her young thighs around my neck and tilted her hips closer to my face. She wanted more and I gave it to her. Oh yes, my daughter is SWEET SIXTEEN.
Written by Genie
