I recently looked up mother-daughter masturbation on the net and that's how I found this site. My daughter Carol is fifteen and I always thought of her as a well-rounded normal girl with typical interests for her age. I was totally unprepared for what happened with her a week ago. She came home from school and shortly afterward we were talking and she asked me if I knew what jilling was. Red-faced, I told her I did and I asked her what caused her to want to ask a question like that. Carol said that the girls at school talk about it alot. She then told me that she likes to do it nearly every day. I just sat listening and not saying a word, probably because I had no idea what to say to her. I knew that my face must be beet red. There was more in store for me which produced even greater embarassement. Carol then asked me if I jilled. I told her that was not a question that a daughter should be asking her mother and I also told her it was none of her business. Undetered, she pushed on with her inquiry. Carol then asked me if I would watch her jill. To say I was shocked would be a gross understatement. I actually slightly gasped. I nearly shouted, 'absolutely not!!' I then said, 'why would you ask something like that?' Carol then informed me that her friend Bonnie's mom loves to watch Bonnie do it and Bonnie likes to see her mom watching her. I just said that that was their business and it was not something that we were going to do in our house. That was pretty much the end of the conversation and Carol went to her room.
I did not share this conversation with my husband but I did think about it constantly for the rest of the day and into the night. I have to admit that I knew I was becoming aroused as I thought about that conversation. I could mentally picture myself sitting on the edge of her bed and watching her doing what she does. The more vivid my imagination the more aroused I became. At around ten o'clock that night I locked myself in the bathroom, stripped naked and proceeded to play with myself. I quickly progressed to where I had my foot up on the toilet seat and my legs spread apart. I fingered myself with one hand while massaging my clitoris with the other. The ensuing orgasm was powerful. I'm now telling myself that I've got to stop having these thoughts. Not a good idea!
By the way, I just can't believe some of the stories that I have read on this site. My story is rather tame compared to some that I've just read. WOW!