Just to start out, I did not have all of the sexual encounters as a teenager like most of the things you read about or have experienced. I grew up in a pretty strict household, and since I was a girl anything related to sex was all but forbidden. I remember twice getting whipped over it; once was when my mother walked in on me in the bathroom naked and I was feeling myself, and the other was when I had a somewhat-boyfriend and we were caught with his hand up my shirt. Needless to say, we lost touch after that night. Because of this, my sex drive was essentially nil, even into my 20's. Still, I managed to get married and even have a daughter, though we split up when she was three. I know it was because I never wanted to do anything, and I accepted the fact. It still hurt, and it basically caused me to write off any kind of relationship.
My daughter is the light of my life, and I did not want her to have any kind of shame that I had and learned to live with. At an early age, I started letting her run around the house naked, day or night. Even with the babysitter, I would come home from work and she would be sitting on her bedroom floor without a stitch of clothing on. Luckily the babysitter didn't mind, and even found it cute. Her clothing trend continues still to this day, even in high school. When she turned 11 and started going through her changes, I sat her down and gave her the talk about boys. I told her that everything was her decision, but it's not something I would encourage. In the house though, she was free to explore herself as much as she pleases. I found out she started masturbating the next year when I heard her one night, and the next day told her not to be embarrassed and that I was proud of her for doing what feels right to her.
Fast forward to the present. Like normal, I came home from work and she was laying on the couch in the living room naked, and this time she was masturbating pretty furiously. She doesn't do this all that often in the living room, but I really don't mind as long as she's alone. I walked over and kissed her on the forehead, and she just smiled with her eyes closed. I went into the kitchen to let her finish, and about 10 minutes later she came in, hair in a mess, hugged me and asked me how my day was. We talked for a little bit and I changed clothes, swapping my business wear and heels for jeans and bare feet. I noticed that she didn't exactly seem right that evening, but I assumed she was just having one of her teenage moments.
Later on that night I was laying in bed watching TV when she came in. I asked her what was wrong, and she broke the ice by asking me how come I never really dated anyone. I told her I really wasn't the dating type, but she didn't buy it and kept digging deeper. Finally she broke me and I told my story, and it was the first time she had ever heard any of it. We sat eye to eye, cross-legged on my bed as we talked, not as a mom and daughter, but as two women. She couldn't believe that I haven't had any kind of sexual pleasure in quite some time, and when she asked if I masturbated I told her no. She was surprised and asked me why, and I said that I have never had any real kind of sex drive. She started telling me how good it felt and how relaxing it was, and she kept pushing me trying to have me give in and enjoy myself, like I told her to do when she was younger. I told her I didn't know, and she said she would do it with me if it made me feel more comfortable. It took a bit, but I finally agreed. She went back to her room and grabbed her vibrator and sat by me, and had me take off my clothes. I slowly stripped down to my underwear, since she is the first person besides my doctor who has seen me topless in years.
She told me to watch her, and she laid back, spread her legs and started rubbing the vibrator up and down her lips. She closed her eyes and started biting her lower lip. I sat there and watched her as she focused on her clit, lightly moaning with some sweat forming. She started breathing heavier and then I heard her orgasm. She broke the silence with an 'oh...ohh...ohh...ohhhhhhh....'. She tightened up and grabbed her vagina with both hands and squeezed her legs together and rolled onto her side. I asked her how it felt and she said it was fantastic, wiping off her forehead. She then asked me if I was ready, and I said I guess I was. I slowly pulled off my underwear, and goosebumps covered me because I was nervous. Not just about masturbating, but for someone else seeing me naked. She wiped the vibrator on my sheets and handed it to me, and I spread apart my legs, turned it on and touched myself. It was like a bolt of lightning went though me and I gasped loudly. She rubbed her hand on my belly and told me to relax and enjoy it. I started rubbing it around and she said to do what felt right; moan, kick my feet, wiggle around, what felt good. I rocked back and forth with the vibe stuck to my clit and I felt it coming. She said just to let myself go, and when my orgasm hit me, I couldn't hardly handle it. I screamed and grabbed my hair, and the sheets with my toes. It just kept rolling as I collapsed as my whole body went numb. I laid there trying to catch my breath and I heard her ask me how I felt. I started crying and told her it was the most wonderful thing I had ever felt. She spun off the bed and stood me up and held me, but I couldn't stop crying. I couldn't believe that such a fantastic thing could happen, and that I never had the courage to just do it. She wiped off my eyes and we sat down and talked about it. I had questions for her and she had questions for me. Before we knew it, it was after 1 am on a Wednesday. I told her that we could both stay home the next day and she asked to sleep with me, and I was OK with that. We stayed naked and I fell asleep with her behind me and her arm around my waist.
The next day we didn't bother getting dressed and we hardly left the bedroom as she taught me new ways to bring myself to orgasm. I have to say, it was one of the happiest days of my life and I couldn't have asked to spent it with anyone other than her. Since that day I have been much happier with myself, not feeling ashamed about my sexual urges. I'm not ready for any kind of a relationship, but I masturbate almost daily with no regrets and many times my daughter and I share it, and it wouldn't have happened without her. I love you, honey.