We were on holiday and visited friends that lived next to a lake. Their house wasn't all that big but they had a small caravan right at the waters edge they said we could use. This suited me fine as I loved nature and could have some quality time with myself as well as my daughter.
We had long talks, walks and just general mom-daughter stuff going on. I was in the process of being separated so it was just the two of us. My daughter, let's call her Donnay, was 11-years-old. She was already turning out to be a little woman, filling out in all the right places. I couldn't help watching her sometimes in a sexual way but promised myself never to do anything of the kind. She was my daughter after all!
Anyway, I woke one night to hear rhythmic sounds coming from the other side of the caravan. Her bed was only about six feet from mine and when my eyes got accustomed to the dark I could make out some outlines against the curtained window. It looked like she had her knees drawn up and spread but I couldn't be sure as the covers were still on. I heard her breathing coming in deep and regular gasps, definitely being suppressed. I could see the covers moving at a rhythmic pace and straining myself, could also hear a faint squelching sound. My daughter was masturbating!
I didn't move in fear of her hearing that I was awake. I was so wet. Listening to my daughter working herself towards orgasm. I wondered what she was fantasizing about, at her age! I slowly crept my hand down toward my fanny. I felt the damp gusset of my panties and started rubbing myself through the cloth. Slowly....
I had just started when I heard her picking up momentum and saw her legs clamping open and shut and then stiffening. Her breathing slowly became normal. I watched as she reached for something next to the bed and saw her wiping her fingers before discarding the piece of cloth, rearranging her pyjamas and going back to sleep.
I finished myself off quickly and quietly. It was delicious. The next morning before she got up I saw that it was one of her T-shirts she had wiped her fingers on but couldn't see or smell anything on it.