Sara didn't know what to think. She knew she couldn't ask any of her friends about their medical examinations because she had been the first to turn eighteen and so the first to go to see the doctor. She couldn't ask any of the nuns who ran the school because she would be too embarrassed to talk to these holy women about the things that had happened in the doctor's office and the feelings that had overcome her. The only other woman she knew well enough was her own mother and now, as she sat on the train going home for the weekend, she wasn't sure she would be able to use the words she would have to in front of her mother.

Her mother, Mary, was just as worried. She knew that her daughter would have attended the doctor's office by the time she returned home. She was worried in case Sara would want to talk to her about it. How could she explain to her innocent daughter that it was during her end of school medical examination that she had been raped and had become pregnant with Sara? Throughout her daughter's eighteen years she had protected her from the knowledge of who her real father was and had refused to ever see another man since. There had been many who had tried to build a relationship with her but as soon as they got to close she had refused to go any further. So it was that, as her beautiful daughter approached womanhood, her mother was almost as ignorant about men as the girl was.

Sara couldn't help but go over and over again in her mind what had happened in the doctor's office the day before. She could feel her face getting red again as she thought about the feelings the doctor had aroused in her, how she had touched her and how she had taught Sara to touch herself. She knew he couldn't but she imagined the man sitting opposite her could read her thoughts and knew exactly what was making the young girl blush.

The man kept smiling at her. He had smiled when she had struggled to put her bag in the overhead luggage rack and she had wished she had been wearing a longer skirt. She could feel the bottom of her black school skirt rise up the back of her thighs as she stretched to put her bag on the rack. He was still smiling when she finally sat down and had to take off her school blazer as she was so hot and flustered. She was sure he would be able to see her nipples sticking out through her thin pink bra and her tight school blouse. Looking down, she could see them herself and wondered if that was why he was smiling. This thought simply made her blush an even deeper shade of red and the strange man seemed to revel in her discomfort.

The man continued to stare at the young girl throughout the journey and Sara was very glad when she finally reached her home town and got up as the train pulled in to the station. As she reached up for her bag the stranger suddenly jumped up and grabbed it before she could stop him. He was much taller than Sara and she raised her eyes to meet his, reaching out for her bag. The man still smiled as if he knew the reasons for her embarrassment; but at least Sara knew that he couldn't possibly know that what was causing her the most distress was the fact that her knickers had moved up between her legs as she had fidgeted throughout the journey. The tiny pink thong that she had decided to wear today, contrary to the school's uniform code, was now firmly wedged between her bottom cheeks and rubbing against her moist pussy.

She seemed to be constantly wet now; it was as if the doctor had opened a flood gate and every minute she could feel the urge to reach down and touch herself. She hadn't done so because it still felt like she was doing something bad, sinful even, but the more she resisted her urges, the stronger they seemed to be growing. The stranger's smile seemed to say that he knew exactly what those urges were.

Sara's mother waited on the platform, barely able to contain her apprehension as well as her anticipation. She had worked hard ever since she had given birth to Sara and had dedicated her life and her savings to giving her daughter the best possible start in life. That was partly why she had sent her beloved daughter to boarding school – so that she could begin to build a life for herself away from this small town. The other part was that she knew the nuns would look after her daughter and when the right time arrived they would make sure that Sara was examined by a doctor who would never think of taking advantage of her.

When Sara saw her mother waiting for her, she ran towards her like a child and hugged her as if she hadn't seen her in years. Her mother relaxed at that moment as it was obvious whatever had happened during her examination had not been the ordeal that she had suffered. Mary returned her daughter's warm embrace then pulled back just a little to look at the young girl.

"You look well, Sara. Is everything ok?"

"Oh, yes, mother. I've got so much to tell you but let's get home first and I'll tell you all about it."

Mary shuddered slightly at her daughter's insistence that they go home before they talked but as Sara sat beside her mother in the car, the schoolgirl began her usual description of life at school, who said what, who did that, etc. The older woman smiled to herself as it seemed all her daughter really wanted to talk about was the goings on from her latest week away at school.

Sara was relieved to find that she could still behave with her mother exactly as she always had. She knew that once they got home she would have to unburden herself to her only living relative but that could wait. For the moment it was nice just to be with her mother and for them both to talk as if she was still the innocent daughter her mother believed her to be.

Very soon they arrived at the only home Sara had ever known and, realising the moment of truth was rapidly approaching, her gossip slowed down until the last few moments of the drive were spent in silence. Thinking her daughter had exhausted herself with her incessant talking, Mary smiled to her and told her to go in to the house while she got her bag from the back of the car.

Sara was glad to have a few moments to herself just to look around her bedroom and to realise nothing had changed; somehow she thought that because she was no longer the innocent girl she had been when she was last home then everything else would have changed too. She didn't know if the fact that her bedroom still looked the same as it had when she was sixteen was a comfort or a disappointment. Hearing her mother calling her from the kitchen, Sara took a deep breath and prepared herself to share her new found knowledge with her mother.

As they sat together in the kitchen Mary could see that her daughter was anxious about something but waited patiently until Sara was ready to talk. She busied herself with preparing their lunch while the schoolgirl sat at the large dinning table and pretended to be engrossed in her glass of juice.

"Mother, I've got something to tell you," Sara eventually blurted out. Here it comes, thought her mother; please don't let it be too awful. When her mother sat down opposite her at the table and handed her some salad, the girl could barely look at her mother's face.

"Whatever it is, Sara, you can tell me. There is no need to be afraid or embarrassed."

Sara lifted her eyes to see her kindly mother reach across the table and take her hand encouragingly.

"The thing is, mother, I've been seeing a boy who lives near the school. He's very nice and I'm sure you would like him."

Mary relaxed and smiled at her daughter. She knew this day would come and that one day her precious Sara would have a boyfriend. She was glad her girl could be so open with her and tell her about her first boyfriend and was just delighted that this was what Sara wanted to talk about; obviously, then, nothing had gone wrong during her medical examination.

"I knew you would be happy for me, mother, but I was still nervous about telling you, especially when the doctor had been so surprised when I told her.

Mary froze at the mention of the doctor and wondered why her precious daughter had discussed this with the doctor. Surely the boy hadn't got Sara pregnant? No, she couldn't believe that; her daughter was a good girl. Sara could see that her mother was worried and tried to quickly reassure her.

"Please don't worry, mother; we haven't done anything wrong but the doctor surprised me when she began to ask questions about him and whether I allowed him to touch me."

If Sara was trying to reassure her mother then the mention of her boyfriend touching her was not going to help. Mary tried to smile at her daughter again but she was struggling to imagine her beloved Sara ever letting a boy touch her anywhere.

"I tried to explain to the doctor that he had only touched my breasts, mother, and only with my clothes on but she still seemed so shocked." Sara had started out wanting to reassure her mother but the more she spoke the deeper the hole she seemed to be digging for herself. It was really embarrassing talking to her mother about these things but she needed to talk to her about what had happened with the doctor and it had been the mention of her boyfriend touching her breasts that had started everything off.

"Please, mother, try to understand. I'm still a good girl. I haven't let him touch me without my clothes on and all we have really done so far is kiss each other – although he keeps trying to do so much more.

"The thing is, mother, when I told the doctor about this she then went on to show me how to examine my breasts. She didn't even want me to go behind the screen, mother; she told me to remain sitting on the chair in front of her desk and open my blouse. Well, it was really embarrassing but I knew she was a professional and was only doing her job so I did as she asked. I could feel my cheeks blushing as I opened the buttons on my school blouse. It was even more embarrassing when I looked at the doctor and saw she was staring at my breasts.

"I was glad that I still had my bra on but then she told me she was going to teach me how to examine my breasts, just like you told me she would. I know I was expecting it but it still sent a shiver through me when she ran her hands down from my shoulders and pushed my pink bra off, exposing my breasts to the air. I don't know why, mother, but I started to get a tingly feeling, and not just in my breasts.

"I can't believe I'm talking to you like this," said the very red faced girl, "But I suppose we are both adults. My nipples were bigger than I'd ever seen them and then the doctor started to tug at them. I know she was just doing her job but I didn't know that what she was doing would feel so nice and I think I might have let out a little moan. I'm so sorry, mother, but I couldn't help it.

Then she took my hands and placed them on my breasts. I promise you, mother, I've never touched my breasts before, except when I was washing in the shower. I didn't even realise when she had taken her hands away but I could feel something really strange between my legs. I didn't know what was happening but I was examining my breasts just like the doctor had shown me, the feelings in my private place were getting stronger and I couldn't seem to stop moaning now. Just then the doctor told me to stop and it felt like she had woken me up. My hands dropped from my breasts, mother, and I'm not sure how to say this to you, but my knickers felt a bit wet."

Mary had released her daughter's hand and was now sitting on both of her own, trying to understand the feelings that were coursing through her own body, feelings she had not allowed herself to feel since she had given birth to Sara. She could feel her own nipples pressing against her bra; her breasts were "tingly" too and she was sure her own panties now had a small damp patch on their crotch. She looked across the table and saw her embarrassed daughter trying to find the words to explain exactly what she was feeling, squirming in her seat, her face burning red.

"I was very embarrassed, mother, when I realised I had somehow lost control of what I was doing and I thought the doctor would be very angry with me. I tried to cover up at that point but she told me to remove all my clothes and insisted that I do it in front of her again. I know there was no-one else in the room but it was still very embarrassing. I'm sure my face was burning red again as I slowly took off my bra but I knew I had to go ahead with this and so quickly took off my skirt and stood there in just my knickers. For once I was glad I was wearing those horrible big knickers that totally cover my bottom and my private place.

"This time I thought I would be able to go behind the screen and lie on the doctor's examination couch but she told me just to lie on her desk. It was really hard, mother, but that wasn't the worst part. Once I was lying on my back, she stood between my legs and pushed my knees apart. It was so humiliating to know another woman was looking at my knickers, even if she was a doctor, and I knew she would be able to see the wet spot.

"I knew she was going to ask me to take them off but I didn't believe she would do it herself. I closed my eyes tight as she slid them down my legs and over my shoes. I think I was ready to cry at this point, mother, because I knew she could see the hair on my private place but then I heard her moan and I opened my eyes thinking there was something wrong. I don't know what she had been doing but I saw her quickly lower my knickers from her face. She must have been having a very close look.

"I tried to look away but she brought my knickers up to my face and asked me to look at the damp spot in the middle of them. I was so relieved when she explained I hadn't wet myself and that this was a normal reaction to examining my breasts, although she said I had been "playing with my tits" and that my private place was really called my "pussy". Does your pussy get wet when you play with your tits, mother?"

Mary couldn't believe the words coming from her innocent daughter's mouth but neither could she deny that her "pussy" was wetter than it had ever been and her knickers were soaking. How could her body be betraying her like this after all these years? How could the words of her beloved daughter be arousing her so easily?

"It was a relief to know that I hadn't wet myself but I knew the worst was still to come and, when the doctor said she wanted to examine my "pussy", I nearly cried again. When she started to talk to me about how to make sure my pussy was wet before I examined myself, I thought I would die of embarrassment. She told me to pull my legs up, mother, but then she did something that I don't know how to tell you."

Mary knew that she had to get over her own embarrassment and support her daughter through this whole episode. She reached over and took her daughter's hand again and smiled at her in support. Sara was so grateful for her mother's encouragement that she took a deep breath and continued with her shocking tale.

"She started to lick me, mother," the young girl blurted out. "She ran her tongue up and down my private place. I couldn't believe what was happening to me but I tried to tell myself that the doctor was just trying to be helpful and trying to make sure I was wet enough to allow her examine me without hurting me but, mother, it was so embarrassing. Don't you get embarrassed when the doctor does that to you?"

Mary's face was as red as her daughter's now and she knew her knickers would have to go straight in to the laundry basket when she finished this conversation. She had never even imagined another woman doing this to her but hearing the story from her daughter made her wonder what she had been missing all these years. Not knowing how to answer Sara's question, she simply nodded and urged the schoolgirl to continue.

"I know the doctor had told me it was normal for my knickers to get a bit wet but, when she continued to run her wet tongue up and down my pussy, my whole body started to tremble. I knew I was starting to moan again and I couldn't do anything to stop it. All I could think of was is this how bad girls act? Was I acting like a slut? I'm not, mother; I promise you I'm not. I could feel my face burning red but I felt as if my whole body was on fire.

"When these sensations took over I had to drop my legs and somehow I instinctively knew to wrap them around the doctor's head as if I wanted to pull her deeper into me. I didn't, mother, I promise you. I'm still your good girl but I could feel her tongue pushing into my pussy and I knew I had never felt anything like it before. I could feel something wet running from my pussy down on to the desk; it was so embarrassing to know I was know making a mess on the doctor's workplace but she didn't seem to mind. It certainly didn't stop her licking me or pushing her tongue into me.

"When she started to lick lower, though, I just lost control, mother. Then she moved back up and started to lick that funny button at the top of my pussy and my legs just squeezed the doctor's head even tighter. Those feelings must have lasted for a few minutes because eventually I calmed down and opened my eyes. I know my body had taken over, mother, but it was so humiliating to see my thighs wrapped around the doctor's head. Does this happen to you too, mother?"

Mary couldn't take any more of this. Smiling sweetly at her young daughter, she excused herself and rushed out of the room back to her bedroom. Locking the door behind her, she pulled up her long skirt and pulled down her soaking knickers. She knew they were going to be wet but she looked at her big black panties in disbelief. The whole crotch was dripping with her pussy juices and Mary automatically brought them to her mouth, just as the doctor had done with her daughter's.

Tasting herself for the first time ever, she lay down on her single bed and bunched her skirt up around her waist. Leaving her knickers on her tongue she opened her legs and reached down to touch her pussy. She was shocked to feel how wet she was, even though she had seen the evidence on her knickers. Mary very tentatively ran her finger the length of her sensitive slit, her whole body reacting as she touched herself for the first time in her life. She had always been a good Catholic mother and had never believed she could be tempted by the "sins of the flesh" that the priest spoke about in his sermons. She could hear him, and her conscience, telling her that these feelings were wrong but the innocent woman didn't know how to control them or how to stop them.

As her finger slipped through her sensitive lips, she heard herself moaning in the same way her daughter had just described. She looked down in disbelief at her finger sliding in and out of her own body. Her head fell back on to her pillow as she instinctively squeezed her thighs together.

Mary knew she needed more and replaced her one finger with two, forcing her way into her own tight pussy. Moaning uncontrollably, she suddenly hit an extremely sensitive spot deep within her and those very same sensations that her young daughter had described washed over her. She twisted around the bed as the very first orgasm in her life took over her body. She no longer had control as her fingers plunged in and out of her cunt while her juices poured out and soaked her bed. She didn't know what she was doing but she knew she had never felt anything so good.

As she finally recovered and her body became her own again, Mary looked down to see her fingers still deeply embedded in her pussy. Slowly pulling them out, she was filled with shame at what she had done and suddenly realised she would have to confess this whole incident to the priest tomorrow.

Getting up from her firm bed, she went to her underwear drawer and pulled out another clean pair of the same large knickers she always wore. She knew that they weren't fashionable or considered sexy but she knew she felt safe in them when her whole bottom and "pussy" were covered. She had already found some skimpier items in Sara's laundry which she must have bought herself. Mary didn't understand how such a tiny garment could cover what needed to be covered or even how they could be comfortable.
Walking back into the kitchen, she saw her beautiful daughter nervously awaiting her. She smiled to her beloved Sara and encouraged her to continue with her story.

Sara had looked up as her mother had re-entered the kitchen and thought that the older woman was looking a bit flushed. She had presumed that her mother had needed to go to the toilet when she had rushed away but she was sure it was her bedroom that she had heard her mother going in to. Her mother was still smiling so Sara presumed that she had not said anything yet that had upset her but she knew the hardest part to talk about was still to come. Facing each other across the table once more, she began.

"After I had calmed down, mother, the doctor told me she was going to examine me and, I'm sorry, but when she did I had those same feelings all over again and my body seemed to take on a mind of its own. I couldn't stop it, mother; I know I should have tried to but I didn't know how and all I could think about was how you must have these same feelings when the doctor examines you."

Mary managed to keep her smile on her face to encourage her daughter but she was struggling to understand what the schoolgirl was talking about. She had just had her very first orgasm at over thirty years of age and now it seemed that her daughter had had the same feelings with this new female doctor. How could that be?

"The doctor helped me back on to my chair and it's just as well she did because I don't think my legs have ever felt so weak. I sat down as instructed but still felt very vulnerable as I was still totally naked and this wasn't how I had expected my examination to be.

"If I thought my face was red at that point, however, it was nothing to what it must have been like when the doctor then took off her white coat. She wanted to show me again how she had just examined me and wanted me to follow her lead so that I could prove I had learned the lesson. The only thing is, mother, when she took off her coat she was only wearing her bra and panties.

"They were very pretty ones, mother, but that wasn't all. She reached behind herself and undid the clasp on her lacy bra, letting it drop to the floor. I'm sorry, mother, but I couldn't help but stare at her breasts. They were much bigger than mine, more like yours. Then she bent forward in front of me so that her breasts were hanging down just inches from my face. She reached into the waistband of the tinniest pair of knickers that I have ever seen and pulled them down her smooth legs.

"I didn't know how many more surprises there were to come, mother, but then I saw something unbelievably beautiful. The doctor had no hair on her private place – she was totally bald between her legs and I was sure I could see a few drops of moisture on her lips. All I could wonder, mother, was whether or not you were bald there too. I know that's terribly wicked but that's what went through my mind."

Mary's throat and mouth were totally dry as her daughter's tale continued but she knew her clean knickers were getting just as wet as the first pair.

"What happened next, Sara?" she managed to croak.

"Well this is the most embarrassing part, mother. The doctor sat down on her chair opposite me and began touching herself, instructing me to follow her actions. I was so embarrassed, mother, watching her touching herself in front of me. I'm afraid I got so carried away I'm not sure if I learned the right way."

Mary's mind was trying to keep up with her innocent daughter's revelations and wondering what excuse she could find to excuse herself from the kitchen again. The room had suddenly got very hot or maybe it was the newly lit fire burning in her pussy that was making her feel so aroused and so confused at the same time. But as Sara sat across the table from her, expectantly, an unbelievable plan began to form in her mind.

"Why don't we go through to your bedroom and you can show me what you are talking about?"

She got up from her seat, glancing back to ensure she hadn't left a damp spot to betray her lust, then walked round the table to take her daughter by the hand. Sara simply held on to her mother's hand as she had when she was a child and allowed herself to be led through to her own bedroom. She wasn't too sure exactly what her mother wanted her to do but she knew there was no way she could do what she had done with the doctor. Not in front of her mother.

Mary opened the door and held it, allowing her daughter to walk in to her bedroom first. She watched as Sara reached the side of her bed then turned to face her. She knew her daughter was growing in to a beautiful young woman but she had never thought she would be one of the people hungry for her. As her daughter stood there, nervously, Mary's plan was constantly reforming in her mind. She knew it was her daughter's tale of her medical examination that had awoken her deeply repressed lust and she had no idea how to resist it.

"Why don't we both get undressed, the way you were with the doctor, so that I can see if you have learned how to "examine" yourself properly?"

Sara just stared at her mother in disbelief. Did her mother really expect her to undress herself here in front of her? Was her mother really going to undress in front of her? Were they going to look at each other naked and do the things she had done with the doctor? No way! She couldn't possibly do that.

Mary could see the confusion and bewilderment in her daughter's face and knew that if she wanted to carry out her plan then she would have to take the lead. As she looked Sara in the eye, she began to open the buttons on her blouse. This was just as much an adventure for Mary as it was a nightmare for her daughter but she knew that if she didn't go through with it today she would never get another chance.

Sara could hardly belief her eyes as her mother's blouse slowly parted to reveal her black bra. She had been right; her mother's breasts were about the same size as the doctor's; much bigger than her own. She couldn't believe these thoughts were even going through her mind as she watched her beloved mother pull her dark blouse from the waistband of her skirt, shrug it off her shoulders, and stand there proudly showing off her breasts to another person for the very first time.

Mary was just as nervous as her daughter as she took a deep breath, reached behind herself and undid the clasp of her big bra. As the straps slid down her arms, she hesitated for just a moment, holding the cups covering her large breasts, wondering if she could do this. Realising it was now or never, she dropped her hands and revealed her prominent nipples to her young daughter.

Sara suddenly realised that her mother had been serious and she was about to see her only living female relative totally naked. She didn't understand that it was her mother's new found arousal that was making her nipples so big but she was in total awe of her mother's large breasts. As her mother nodded to her, she in turn took as deep a breath as her mother had and began to open her school blouse.

It seemed very wrong to be doing this even though it was her mother she was undressing before. Beginning to realise just how submissive she really was (even if she had never thought of herself in this way), she did as her mother had just done and started to undress. Trying hard not to look at her mother, she opened the buttons of her school blouse, one by one, from top to bottom. Pulling her blouse from her skirt, she slipped it off her shoulders and threw it on to the bed behind her. Again not wanting to look at her mother or her large breasts, she reached behind herself, undid the clasp of her bra and slowly removed it too.

Mary was mesmerised. Not only was she standing topless in her daughter's bedroom but her beautiful daughter was now standing facing her, also topless. She knew she was staring but couldn't bear to drag her eyes from Sara's round, firm breasts. Would she ever be allowed to touch them, she found herself thinking? Where had these thoughts come from? She had never allowed herself to look at another person sexually before; certainly not another woman and certainly not her own adorable daughter.

Mary knew she now had to take the next step and, reaching behind her back, she quickly opened the button on the waistband of her long skirt. Lowering the zip, she let the loose fitting skirt drop to the floor, revealing her big knickers to her shocked daughter's eyes. Sara was still struggling to see how it could be right for mother and daughter to be exposing themselves to each other like this but supposed that her mother knew better than she did. She mimicked her mother's actions and loosened her skirt. As it was shorter and tighter than her mother's she had to wiggle her hips a little to pull it over hips and down her legs. Now both women stood facing each other in only their knickers, but Sara's were much smaller and sexier than her mother's. She could see the same look of hunger in her mother's eyes that she had found so disconcerting in the doctor and she could see that her mother was staring at her young body just as fixedly as the doctor had.

"Now, Sara, why don't we sit on the bed together and you can show me what the doctor taught you?"

Sara meekly did as she was told. Climbing on to her bed, she sat upright, resting against the headboard, the wall above covered with her girlish posters. Mary watched her beautiful daughter, wondering why she had never lusted over the young girl's round arse before then got on to the bed and sat facing her daughter. She got into position, her feet accidentally touching Sara's, making the young girl jump nervously. Staring at each other, they both marvelled in the differences between their two bodies, Sara's firm and tight while her mother's was no less firm, and no less beautiful thought Sara. They were both looking at each others hairy pussies and Sara couldn't help but wonder if her mother ever shaved her private place the way the doctor obviously had.

Sara couldn't believe she was actually going to do this in front of her own mother but knew that this was the only way she would ever be able to find out if she was doing things right. She couldn't turn down this opportunity that her beloved mother had offered her and she didn't want to think about ever having to undress in front of her mother again.

"Mother, is this right? Should a mother and daughter be looking at each other so openly?"

"Don't worry, Sara. I just want to make sure that you are doing things right. Just do what the doctor showed you and I will do exactly the same thing so that I can feel what you are feeling and I will be able to tell you if this is correct."

Sara anxiously smiled back at her mother, her fingers slowly beginning to play with both her hard nipples, hard because her body was aroused at the sight of her mother's open legs opposite her. She tentatively moved her right hand down her young body until she reached her hairy pussy, her fingers slowly stroking her moist lips while her left hand continued to tease her throbbing nipples.

Mary was again taken aback by the strength of her new found lust and realised that the only emotion she could feel was desire to touch her young daughter and desire to touch herself. Uncertainly at first her hands also reached up to her breasts, gently fondling her almost virginal body. She stared at her daughter opposite her and realised that the younger woman's body was on fire. She herself felt as if she was hotter than ever before but the heat was building from her pussy and she longed to touch her needy cunt again.

Sara watched her mother's body react in a way she had never thought her mother capable of doing. She had never really considered her mother as someone who ever had sex and, since she never brought any men home, she thought that part of her mother's life was over. But now, as the older woman continued to play with her huge nipples, Sara realised she had never even thought of her mother having nipples to play with. She was amazed at the sight and wondered again why women's bodies had never interested her before.

Mary was amazed by how much pleasure she could feel just from playing with her nipples. She didn't think she had even thought of her breasts since she had stopped feeding her daughter all those years ago; but she would give anything to feel the young girl's lips sucking on them again. As she watched her daughter move her hands down to her pussy, she knew that was exactly what she was going to do

Her own hands followed the movements of her daughter's and she couldn't help but moan from the pleasure of feeling her fingers on her wet cunt once again. She was almost embarrassed to feel her juices flowing from her pussy but, as she looked at her daughter, she could tell that the young girl's fingers were equally soaked.

Sara couldn't believe that she was doing this in front of her mother and asked again, "Are you sure that we should be doing this, mother? It feels so wrong."

"Oh, but doesn't it feel so good too," replied her mother as she followed her daughter's fingers with her own and began to circle her previously untouched, sensitive clit.

Sara knew she couldn't control her body much more as it began to react in the same way it had in the doctor's office. As she watched her own mother copying what she was doing, she couldn't stop her fingers from speeding up as they slipped into her pussy and made her moan in turn. Her mother's eyes stood out in shock as she watched her own daughter's finger slide into her wet cunt and knew that she was going to do the same again. She wondered if her Sara's cunt was as tight as her own, but still couldn't help enjoying what was happening to her. When she saw her daughter slide a second finger in to her pussy, she did exactly the same and shuddered with the feeling of her pussy being so full and so hungry at the same time. She wondered why she had denied herself such pleasure all these years and couldn't help but wonder if Sara was more experienced at this already. She knew she had never before heard the sounds coming from her daughter's mouth as her fingers plunged in and out of her tight cunt, not even when she had listened outside Sara's bedroom door.

Sara knew they were she was torn between the feelings coursing through her body and the sight of her mother's fingers sinking into her hairy pussy. Just as she had followed the doctor, her mother was now copying her and their rhythms were identical as mother and daughter quickly brought on their orgasms. When she remembered how the doctor had started to rub her clit, she did the same and fell headlong into the biggest orgasm of her young life. Her mother watched in amazement as her own daughter started to cum and knew that she wanted to share the experience with her. She brought her other hand to her previously unknown clit and started to rub it. It instantly felt like electricity running through her older body as she came even more violently than her daughter. In and out their finger continued to punish their cunts as they rode together the waves of pleasure that neither of them had ever imagined.

When the moaning finally stopped and they both slowly recovered, Mary was the first to open her eyes. She saw that both of them still had their fingers deeply embedded in their throbbing pussies and waited to see what her daughter would do next. Sara opened her eyes to see her mother smiling at her and remembered what the doctor had done next. Slowly withdrawing her fingers, she opened her lips and put her hand to her mouth, sucking her own pussy juices from it. Mary was almost more shocked by this than by anything else that had happened but mutely followed her daughter's lead.

She wasn't sure what she was supposed to taste like but she instantly knew that she loved the taste of pussy juice and knew that she would have to taste it again – soon. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world for her to do now but for her daughter it was the most embarrassing thing she could ever have imagined – sitting on her own bed, sucking her fingers of her own juices as she watched her naked mother do exactly the same.

"Mother, surely this isn't right? Surely other people would find this wrong?"

"No, Sara, it is not wrong. It is the most natural thing for a mother and daughter to share their love and to share their bodies but it is something that must always remain a secret between us. Now shall we share my bed or your's tonight?"