More, wash your pussy. Part 1

More, wash your pussy. Part 1

I have an affair with my daughter. I am a freelance artist and we live together in a huge apartment, which also serves as my studio. Together we live because it seems that we don't need anyone else now. We are very friendly and love each other dearly. Of course, my profession is not very profitable, but we have not constrained in funds thanks to my parents. They are quite wealthy, but perhaps a little callous and prim people.


At first, they did not approve of my motherhood, so I broke up with them rather abruptly, and now they are trying to make amends in this way. But I am in no hurry to forgive them and still keep them at some distance: it’s better for them and for us. My daughter is just a miracle, an amazingly developed and lively child, my main joy in life. And she loves me as sincerely as no one has ever loved. So what else is needed?


Recently, I began to notice that she really likes it when I wash her. She constantly asks: "More, wash your pussy more!", Wiggles her hips or squeezes my hand between my legs and rubs against it until I gently slap her wet ass with my free hand. And since we always wash together, I noticed something else. My daughter clearly likes to touch me - at first, as if by accident and by chance, but then more and more often and more confidently. And, what is most interesting, all this also starts to turn me on pretty much.


Once I walked past my daughter's room and looked inside since the door was open. At this time, my daughter was playing with her beloved doll, which knows how to drink, and then goes to the toilet. Now my baby peed on it and said very seriously: "Well, now we need to wash the pussy and wipe it thoroughly!" Having finished all the procedures with the doll, the baby said to her: "Very good, and now I will wash my pussy for myself ... for fun!" She stood up on a chair, lifted her dress, lowered her panties a little, and began to caress herself, slowly, very confidently, and most importantly, very skillfully. It seems that this was not the first time.


I already opened my mouth to stop everything, but suddenly I stopped. Firstly, I have never yelled at my daughter in my life, I even tried not to make unnecessary comments to her. And secondly, I myself was terribly turned on by it. I felt so inclined that even my head began to spin and everything swam before my eyes. I felt that if I didn't finish now, I would lose consciousness and flop right here in the corridor. I was wearing a loose T-shirt and wide house shorts.


I quickly let them down and started doing the same thing as my daughter. For a few seconds, I closed my eyes, but probably made some kind of sound, because, opening my eyes, I saw that the baby turned around on her chair and looked at me with a smile. I immediately dashed into the toilet with a bullet, closed, and, barely just plopping down on the toilet, finished violently. It became easier, but I wanted more. I began to caress myself again and soon finished again. After catching my breath, I got dressed and, opening the door, immediately ran into my daughter.


- Mom, why are you washing your pussy in the toilet? She asked me in bewilderment.


- No, honey, what are you - I tried to deceive her - I didn't wash anything, I just suddenly really wanted to pee.


- But no! - my daughter objected. - When you write, you never close. And I didn’t hear anything pouring there.


I was guiltily silent. My daughter caught me. She was right. I am a very emotional and temperamental girl and started to caress myself early. Then my personal life did not work out. But I was not too fond of banal masturbation. When my daughter was born, it seemed to me that I had found a way out. As soon as I put the baby to my chest, I immediately experienced very familiar sensations. To finish normally, it was only necessary to help a little with a pen.


But then I was able to do without it. It all happened almost by accident. I was feeding my daughter, sitting naked on the couch and she was naked. At that moment, the baby began to write, her warm trickle flowed between my legs and everything immediately turned out very well. Then I always did this: I laid a hygroscopic sheet, undressed, and fed my baby. And she did not know grief.


Sometimes it was possible to finish even two or three times a day. This went on for almost two years. But then the milk began to dry up and the daughter quickly lost interest in the breast. She had to be potty trained, I have a very developed, smart girl and I was embarrassed to ask her to pee on me. But last year everything went back to normal in the most unusual way.


It was early September. My daughter and I bought a huge watermelon and dragged it into the apartment with titanic efforts. The cheerful seller who recommended him to us was not mistaken: the giant really turned out to be very tasty. We ate it all day, and then, of course, both literally described themselves. And the next morning I woke up with an unbearable urge to pee. We sleep with my daughter and always naked, we really like it.


Her pot was on the couch and I decided to use it. But that was not the case: it turned out to be full! My daughter woke up from my fuss and also rushed to the pot, but realizing that it was useless, rushed to the toilet, shouting loudly: "Mom, I want to write!" I ran on her heels and saw that she was dropping droplets as she walked. Lord, what to do? But the decision came by itself. We flew into the toilet at the same time, I picked up the baby in my arms, flopped down on the toilet, and sat her astride on my lap.


And she urinated directly on my burning clitoris, as she did when feeding. I finished without any problems, without ceasing to pour abundantly into the push, and we both laughed happily with relief. Since then it has become our favorite game. Many times I she said to her daughter: "Come on, let's pee" or she herself invited me to the toilet. And after that, I definitely never closed myself when I walked in a small way. Therefore, I did not know what to say to her now.


I silently hugged and kissed the baby, and then pulled down her panties. They were wet, like her pussy, which was characteristically reddened and swollen. I, still silently, wiped it off, changed panties, and let go to continue the game. Is there a crack between us? - I thought bitterly. We have always had such a friendly, sincere relationship. My daughter is the only person in the world who truly loves me. And I already started to lie to her. What will happen next?


What's the trouble if we caress each other with her? After all, she will still not be able to stop, she will now do this all the time. And I began to caress myself at about the same age. Why else is she rubbing herself there with unwashed hands? I would have done everything to her much more accurately! My thoughts were interrupted by the squeak of the intercom. This was a call from my friend, also an artist. Mila came to me with good news: she was opening her first solo exhibition in her life. My age is dear, she, too, is already twenty-four years old. Finally, success came to her.



She was very excited and spoke incessantly. As always, a friend brought my baby a mountain of gifts: clothes, toys, sweets. We don't have guests so often, my daughter is always glad to see them. And she loves Mila very much. The baby nestled in my friend's lap and she kissed her every two words.


Then Mila looked at my new works, as well as the works of my daughter: she still draws very naively, but I taught her to photograph and some of the pictures really turned out great. I showed digital slides on a huge panel, Mila was noisily delighted, and my daughter sat happy, like a birthday girl. After the end of the viewing, I quickly put it on the table, Mila had dinner with us, we drank tea for a long time and the baby asked if she would come to her birthday.


- Well, what a question - the girlfriend laughed - of course, I'll come! I know why you are gathering more friends: six candles are much harder to blow out quickly than five!


We laughed and went to see Mila off. And when we returned home, it was already getting dark. Mila is a very nice girl, but too emotional, and I am used to seclusion and therefore a little tired of endless conversations. In addition, my daughter and I sleep together and, in order not to bother the baby, I try to go to bed with her at the same time, quite early.


Today we were late and it made me more tired. When we entered the entrance, the light was already burning brightly. On the way, my daughter and I talked mainly about painting and photography, Mila's visit distracted me from a painful problem. But while we were standing at the elevator, my daughter ran a pen under my skirt and began to stroke my ass. The elevator was apparently on the top floor 

and it seemed to me that we had been waiting for him indefinitely.


And all this time the baby gently caressed my buttocks, from which I immediately began to flow. When the elevator finally opened and we went inside, I pressed down on my floor and turned to face the door. But my daughter, following in, did not turn around, but again ran her pen under my skirt, this time from the front, and also confidently began stroking my pussy.


- What are you, dear? I asked her.


- Mom, let's pee together - she suggested.

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