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Daughters Growing Up

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I brought my daughters up alone in a small house, watching their bodies change and remembering all those new feelings as the hormones surge through a young body. Abby and Emma were often skipping about in their underwear as young girls do and their firm skin and thighs often had me looking at them.

Abby badly burned herself with a kettle of boiling water and was on her back in bed for weeks. I washed her at night as her hands were bandaged and as I ran the soapy flannel over her thighs she would open them for me to let me wash her vagina, perfectly formed lips slightly pink and slightly damp, as I ran the flannel up her flat hard tummy to her young breasts I could feel the fatty mounds and hard nipples beneath the wash cloth. When I was done I would dry her and slip on a vest and clean underwear.

As the days went by I began to feel my own pussy moisten at the thought of washing my daughter, when I took down her panties I was sure there began to be a dampness left in the crotch and her pussy looked swollen, her nipples were always hard, as I washed her I lingered over her crotch with the wash cloth and washed the fatty buds of her breasts longer and longer, the whole time feeling my own pussy dampen and throb.

One night I was putting underwear into the washer and I picked up Abby's panties I had just taken off her, they were warm and smelled slightly of her, she had started to leave a damp mark in them which I smelled as I stood in the kitchen. That night in bed I fingered myself thinking about what I had done. The following few nights I spent longer and longer washing her, I noticed her pussy bulging in her panties before I removed them and her nipples were like bullets, one night she began to lift her hips off the bed and, moments later she was shaking and shuddering to a quiet orgasm.

Over Christmas we decorated their bedroom, helped by drawing their own boarder at the top of each wall. I was kneeling under them painting the skirting and often looking up to see how they were doing. Both wore short denim skirts and they had beautiful thighs encased at the top in white and yellow panties, with their legs apart I could see the very outline of their sweet lips and knowing most nights their fingers were dancing over the sweet flesh made me tingle.



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