You and Me

You and Me

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my daughter and I

Saying goodbye is a very intimate moment.

For us, trips to the nearby lake with its separate nudist beach were perfectly normal. Nudity was part of our philosophy of life and we enjoyed it by the lake, in the garden or at home. Just as we'd experienced it with our parents, our daughter now experienced it with us. It was a joy to watch her romping about, laughing and taking delight in everything.

I'd had Sina very young; I was just 18 and rather naive when it came to dealing with men. Well, it just happened. On the other hand, it was the best thing that could have happened to me.

Over the years, we did a lot together because we simply always wanted to be together.

Our little family was doing really well; we'd found our happiness, both financially and in our personal lives. My husband earned a very good living in mechanical engineering, so we were soon able to buy a modest little house with a garden on the outskirts of town. We were content with what we had.

That happiness came to an end overnight when my husband was offered a new, even better-paid position at his company. The only catch was that he had to travel for installation work -- all over the world. Wherever one of those huge machines wasn't working properly. Before long, he'd travelled to every continent and was sometimes away from home for several weeks at a time. What was brilliant and exciting for him was a nightmare for me. Now I had to sort out everything that needed sorting out in a family. Bank matters, insurance issues, dealing with our daughter's school problems, attending garage appointments, and so on and so forth.

There used to be a song, long before my time, called 'That bit of housework... says my husband' -- I've no idea who sang it, but that's exactly how I felt.

I was 28 years old and had a ten-year-old daughter when my dear husband returned home after eight weeks in South America and told us that he had met another woman and was moving to Belo Horizonte to be with her. Conveniently, his company had a branch there.

The separation went smoothly, but for me it was as if I were in a trance. My husband organised everything. The financial arrangements were sorted out and maintenance for me and our daughter was agreed. We were even allowed to keep the house; there was no argument, just disappointment on our part. After a year, we were divorced.

Now a few years have passed. I've managed to land a remote job in my old profession as a technical draughtswoman, and we're getting on with our lives.

Everything now revolves solely around us -- my daughter Sina and me. I'd had to learn to stand on my own two feet over the years.

For a long time, Sina was always 'my sweet little girl' to me, but now that she's grown older, she's simply 'my sweetheart'. My view of her has changed, just as she herself has changed. She's grown taller, is almost as tall as me now, her breasts have developed and blonde hair is starting to show on her pubic area.

I find myself seeking her physical closeness more and more often, wanting to feel her warmth against me, to cuddle with her.

That's exactly what happened a few days ago, when I was in the bathroom one evening after a jog and wanted to have a shower. As I hadn't locked the door -- why should I have? -- my daughter heard me and came over. I was already naked and was just about to step into our walk-in shower. But Sina wanted to have a shower too after a sweaty day. So we decided to shower together, even though, at 18, she really ought to be showering on her own. She quickly undressed and came over to me, giggling.

What a sight! Her budding femininity, with her small but firm breasts and cute bottom.

Of course, it was inevitable that we'd touch each other. Skin-to-skin contact is arousing, and so I reacted accordingly. It was a good thing we were already wet.

I suggested lathering my daughter up, which she happily agreed to. With plenty of shower gel in my hand, I began to lather her delicate back. My hands glided over her shoulders, down her back to her bottom, where I lingered a little longer. With both hands, I ran my fingers over her firm buttocks, pulled them slightly apart and moved my fingers into the cleft between them. I could feel her anus beneath my fingers; my movements slowed slightly as I applied gentle pressure there. A finger almost slipped inside! Now my hand crept between her thighs and glided over her virgin pubic area.

I had to rein myself in. I'd gone too far. Sina must have realised that this was more than just soaping up. She turned towards me, stared at my stiff nipples and grinned. Then she picked up the hand-held shower, rinsed herself off and, finally, aimed the jet straight at my pussy. Busted!

Quickly, my daughter grabbed her bath towel, wrapped it round her hips and left the bathroom.

There I was, standing there, all aroused, with hard nipples and a wet pussy! Oh well, I thought, and began massaging my breasts with both hands and teasing my nipples. Pinching, pulling, twisting! I soon realised that wasn't going to help me. So I slid my hand between my thighs and slipped my fingers into my wet slit. What a brilliant feeling. I slipped a second finger inside and the journey began. I leaned against the tiles and fingered myself as if there were no tomorrow. My thoughts were with my daughter; in my mind's eye I could see her slender figure, her delicate buds, her lovely mound and her tempting bottom.

It didn't take long before I screamed out my orgasm; my knees were so wobbly that I slid down the wet tiles and sat on the cold floor with my legs spread apart.

When I opened my eyes, everything was a blur until I recognised Sina's face peering through the crack in the door, staring at me with wide eyes. She didn't say a word, just nodded at me and disappeared.

Later, we prepared dinner together, which we planned to eat on the terrace in the evening sun. Our shower experience and my subsequent masturbation weren't mentioned. It wasn't until we were eating our Roman salad with strips of chicken on the terrace that my daughter asked: "Tell me, Mum, have you actually met another man since Dad left? I mean, just as a friend or something."

I looked at her, taken aback: "What on earth made you think of that? If I had a boyfriend, you'd have noticed, wouldn't you? What are you getting at?"

"Well," she hemmed and hawed. "You're a bit older, mind you, but not so old that you couldn't have a man. And you've still got quite a nice figure."

Oh really? So I've still got quite a nice figure. What a compliment from a young girl. Well, I thought, get that old first.

"Well, if you really want to know, here's the thing: men are literally falling over themselves for me and are constantly chasing after me. I could pick up a different one every night if I wasn't so fussy. Satisfied?"

"And I'm supposed to believe that? I may be young, but I'm not stupid! There's actually no one in your life, otherwise you wouldn't be moaning so often at night! Probably out of sheer sadness," she added somewhat ironically.

Oh dear, maybe I should close the bedroom door when I'm having sex with myself. Am I embarrassed now? Or should I try to explain it to Sina somehow?

"No, darling, I'm not sad, definitely not! But there are moments sometimes when I want to..." That was as far as I got.

"You want to touch yourself or do what you were doing in the bathroom earlier. It sounded exactly the same as it does sometimes at night. Like I said, I'm not stupid! And you certainly enjoyed soaping yourself up earlier, didn't you?"

I looked at Sina, my cheeks flushed and my face bright red. I would have wanted to sink into the ground if I hadn't seen that tentative smile in Sina's eyes.

"I'm sorry," said Sina quietly. "I didn't mean to upset you. You're the loveliest mum anyone could wish for, and I'm glad to be with you. And don't worry about the shower -- I enjoyed that too, otherwise I wouldn't have kept still."

I was speechless; my daughter was just admitting to me that she likes it when my hands caress her in places they really shouldn't be. But she's still so young.

Despite being speechless, I had to smile. My little darling had seen right through me.

"You knew the whole time what I was doing when I thought I was alone. And I was afraid you'd despise me. I should give you a spanking on your little bottom, you know that?"

"Go on, then," said Sina defiantly. "Maybe I'll like it!"

"Careful, don't get too carried away," I said sternly. "I need to let this sink in first; my head's spinning a bit at the moment. Could you please tidy these things away? I'm just going to put my feet up for a bit."

I went into the living room, lay down on the sofa and covered myself with my 'evening telly blanket'. With my eyes closed, I lay there thinking about our situation. Sina really isn't a little child any more, but she isn't quite a proper woman yet either. She was at that stage of curiosity, of searching and exploring. She was neither fish nor fowl.

I could still hear the clatter as Sina carried the crockery into the kitchen and loaded it into the dishwasher. Good girl! Then I must have fallen asleep.

I can't remember how long I slept -- probably only a few minutes -- but when I came round, it had become a bit cramped on the sofa. Sina had lain down next to me and draped an arm across my chest.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, more puzzled than bothered.

"I'd like to snuggle up to you a bit -- it's so lovely and cosy. If you don't like that, I'll get up again and leave you in peace," she said in a soft voice.

"No, it's fine, you're welcome to stay with me -- I'm quite happy with that too." My voice was a bit hoarse and my heart began to beat faster. I listened to her steady breathing and took in her innocent scent. My dear girl, I thought, just be careful what you're doing. Sina's body and her warmth overwhelmed me. Holding each other in our arms, we lay quietly side by side until Sina turned her head towards me: "Earlier, you know, in the shower, your breasts looked so beautiful. I mean, with your nipples standing up -- it was lovely to look at. I'd have liked to touch them, but I didn't dare," she whispered so softly I could barely make her out. It took a great deal of courage for her to express her feelings.

"If you'd asked, I probably wouldn't have said no," I replied in a hoarse voice.

"Oh, really? You wouldn't have been angry?"

"No, of course not, my darling. Maybe I would even have enjoyed it, and I'm sure you would have too."

"And if I were to ask you now, what would you say?"

I said nothing at all, took her hand and pressed it against my breasts. I rarely wear a bra under my T-shirt, so the touch was pleasantly intense. Sina didn't move; her hand lay on my right breast, radiating her body heat. Without being able to stop it, my nipples grew hard and pressed against Sina's hand.

"Can I have a bit of a squeeze? I mean, touch them and feel them? Your breasts are much bigger than mine -- I've only got two little mounds there. But when I stroke them, it feels lovely too."

"Do you do that often?" I asked, surprised. "I mean, caressing yourself, wherever it feels good for you?"

Sina fell silent, but I could feel her nodding briefly. Well, well, my little one's growing up and exploring the sensual world.

"Would you like to caress my breasts, the way you do with yourself?"

Again, just a silent nod.

I lifted her hand and pulled my top up until my breasts were exposed, then I placed Sina's hand back on them. With my hand over hers, I began to stimulate my breasts with circular movements. I felt that wonderful tingling inside me, a sure sign of my arousal.

Letting go of Sina's hand, I savoured her tentative touches. I turned her head towards me and looked into her eyes, which gazed at me uncertainly.

"You can go ahead and caress me," I encouraged her. "It feels lovely to feel your hand there."

With slow movements, Sina began to explore my breasts. She caressed first one, then the other. She ran her fingers through the valley between them and back to my stiff nipples. I had to admit to myself that I liked these cautious touches; they aroused me even more. I put an arm round Sina and pulled her closer to me, stroking her back. When my hand reached her bottom, I realised she'd taken off her trousers and was now wearing only her thin knickers. Somewhat surprised, I ran my hand over her buttocks, pressing them very gently and tracing their contours. Even where her cheeks parted.

Sina now reached for my breasts a little more boldly, playing with my nipples and kissing me wherever her mouth could reach. She must have enjoyed our intimate embrace.

We lay there like that for quite a while, nestled tightly against one another, savouring our time together.

I glanced cautiously at my watch; it was already 10.00 pm -- time had flown by. Gently, I pulled away from Sina, covered my breast and tried to get up.

"Stay in bed, Mum," Sina pleaded. "It's just so cosy right now."

"That's true," I replied. "But it's late already; we should go to bed. You can go to the bathroom first, and I'll just tidy up here quickly."

Not entirely convinced, Sina got up, grabbed her trousers and disappeared upstairs.

Now I could finally take a deep breath and reflect on our closeness. I was astonished -- almost startled -- by how I'd reacted to my daughter's touch. It had all been so innocently normal and tender. But was it right? It had done us both good; we'd enjoyed it. Sina didn't want to leave me at all. Why had she taken off her trousers?

I heard Sina leave the bathroom and go into her room. What did she think about our time together? Was it unsettling for Sina?

We'll have to talk about it. I locked the patio door, switched off the light and then went upstairs too. In the bathroom, I had to go to the loo first; my bladder was full.

Standing in front of the mirror, I looked at my firm breasts, which my daughter had been caressing just a few minutes earlier, and gazed at my shaved pussy, which had become wet from it. Oh dear, girl, you've really done it now!

Once I'd finished in the bathroom, I slipped into my dressing gown and went to my bedroom. I paused briefly outside my daughter's half-open door to listen to her steady breathing.

With a "Goodnight, my darling", I went into my bedroom. There, I took off my dressing gown and, as I do every evening, crawled naked under the duvet. I've got into the habit of sleeping naked during the warmer months. For me, it's a lovely feeling to lie on the cool sheets.

Of course, I couldn't fall asleep straight away. My thoughts were still too preoccupied with our encounter on the sofa. Eventually, I drifted off.

Was it a dream or reality? I felt a touch, a gentle shake on my shoulder. Still dazed, I sat up and looked around.

Then I saw Sina standing by my bed, looking at me.

"Sina, what are you doing here?" I asked sleepily. "Why aren't you asleep?"

"I can't sleep; I've tried, but it's no use," came the quiet reply. "Something's keeping me awake."

"Perhaps you could have a glass of milk and then try again. Sometimes that helps."

"Nah, no milk. Can't I sleep with you? Please, Mum."

"Sina, that's not on -- you know I sleep naked. Wouldn't you rather sleep in your own bed?"

"No, I'd rather be here with you. I'll be really quiet. And besides, I can take my clothes off too, then we'll be the same."

Before I could say a word, Sina slipped out of her pyjamas and crawled under my duvet. I'd lost! Or perhaps I'd won?

Sina snuggled up to me again, just like before, and lay there very still.

Lying on my back, I relaxed and gently stroked Sina's head. All right then, I thought, we'll just sleep together.

After a few minutes of silence, Sina stirred,

"Do you do that often, Mummy?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I pressed.

"Well, what you did in the shower today. Stroking yourself between your legs and putting your fingers in your, your... slit?"

I hadn't expected a question like that and was a bit at a loss for a moment. A few seconds passed, then I replied:

"Every now and then, yes," I admitted. "It's a pleasant, lovely feeling for me to touch myself there. It relaxes me."

Silence.

"Yes!"

We didn't speak for quite a while after that. I turned towards Sina. Her eyes were closed. When I placed my hand on her chest, I could feel her heart racing. But I could also feel her small breasts, her soft skin, and began to gently caress her.

Apparently encouraged by this, Sina began to caress me too and moved even closer to me. Her hand was now resting on my stomach, her head nestled against my breast. Slowly but steadily, her hand moved across my stomach, her fingertips not far from my prominent mons pubis and the damp area beneath it.

I had to control myself not to push her hand downwards and part my thighs. My arousal was dangerous.

As time went on, Sina's movements grew slower and slower until they stopped altogether; she had fallen asleep. Her head was still resting on my breasts, her breath brushing against my skin like a warm breeze.

I gave her another kiss on her hair, closed my eyes and soon fell asleep myself.

In my dream, the story continued!

In the time following that shared experience, we didn't talk about it any more. But we both knew it wasn't over yet. We both dealt with it in our own way.

Sina was now in her final year of secondary school and preparing for her A-levels. She was ambitious and studied hard, taking private tuition of her own accord from a student in the neighbourhood and almost forgetting everything else around her.

In May, after the written and oral A-level exams, the results came through. Sina had passed with a good average mark. We were both absolutely delighted.

All the tension fell away from her and she became my sweetie, my darling, once again. Even though she didn't really like hearing that term -- 'it makes me feel like a little girl again' -- she was that to me and always will be.

Together, we celebrated her success in style.

Sina couldn't quite pin down exactly what her plans for the future were. Perhaps she'd go to university, or maybe enjoy a gap year and travel first. She wanted to ask her friends what they were planning and get some ideas.

From what I could gather, the general feeling seemed to be leaning more towards university. Sina will probably choose that path too, as she's been very interested in medicine of late. It's the same degree course that her private tuition student, Emma, had embarked on. Even though she no longer needed private tuition, the two of them apparently still met up regularly. Although, of course, there are many different kinds of 'tuition'.

It actually turned out just as I'd suspected. Sina told me that she'd decided to study medicine. With her A-level results, she'd have no trouble getting a place at university. A few days later, she showed me her application to the Faculty of Medicine at the University of Münster. Once the deadline had passed, Sina waited impatiently for a reply from the university. At last, the long-awaited letter arrived from Münster; it contained an invitation to sit the entrance exam for medical degree programmes, a key admission criterion.

Full of hope and well prepared, Sina travelled to Münster.

Then came another agonising wait for news: pass or fail. Finally, in August, Sina received the news she'd been so eagerly hoping for regarding the allocation of places. She'd been awarded one of the 150 places.

Sina was, of course, over the moon and absolutely beside herself with joy. She could hardly believe her luck and had to tell Emma the news straight away.

There she was again, Emma -- who is currently, it seems, the most important person in my daughter's life. This realisation really tugged at my heartstrings, as it was us who had been as close as two peas in a pod for so many years. Was that jealousy welling up inside me? 'Nonsense,' I told myself, 'you're her mother, not her friend, lover or playmate.' Surely it's perfectly normal for children to gradually cut the apron strings. Sina has to find her own path and follow it. And if that path leads via Emma, then so be it!

The academic year was due to start on 1 September, which meant that Sina -- that we -- still had a lot to sort out. We had to order textbooks, get hold of exercise books, notebooks and folders, and buy a large duffel bag. In the end, Sina was given a new laptop as a present for her good A-level results. Bit by bit, everything we needed was sorted.

That left just one question unanswered: where would Sina be staying in Münster? A student hall of residence, a sublet, or perhaps a shared flat. I was surprised that Sina hadn't given this any thought at all. Whilst she was sorting through the clothes she wanted to take with her, I pressed her on the matter:

"Tell me, what about somewhere to live? After all, it's 150 kilometres to Münster. You surely don't want to take the train every day. Have you given that any thought yet?"

"No problem," came the quick reply. "I'm moving in with Emma. She's been offered a PhD post in Münster and is also starting on the first. She's taken over the flat from her predecessor -- two rooms, a kitchen and a bathroom. Great, isn't it?"

Why didn't that surprise me? I just hope Emma's nice to my sweetheart; if not, she'll be in for it!

At the end of August, the day before Sina left, I came back from the office in the afternoon -- I have to go there once a week to attend one or two meetings.

Luckily, the meeting rooms are air-conditioned; otherwise, it would be unbearable in the office at the moment. A heatwave has been hanging over the city for days, turning every movement into a sweat-inducing ordeal.

When I got home, my blouse was sticking to my skin and beads of sweat had formed on my forehead. I desperately needed a bath. As I couldn't find my house keys straight away in my handbag, I walked through the garden to enter the house via the patio. As Sina was still gathering a few last things, I assumed the patio door wouldn't be locked. And sure enough, it was left ajar.

I stepped into the house, put my bag down, and was just about to call out to Sina when I saw her kneeling in the kitchen in front of an open cupboard door. She was wearing nothing but her beige tights and a crop top. Her backside looked very tempting. The thin fabric of the tights hugged her cute bum and clearly outlined her cheeks. The cleft between them was also beautifully visible.

I watched her for quite a while as she rummaged through the cupboard and took a few things out. I simply couldn't tear my eyes away from this lovely sight.

Sina seemed to have found everything she needed and stood up.

I quickly took a step into the kitchen and pretended I'd only just arrived,

"Hello, sweetheart, it's absolutely sweltering," I greeted her. "Look at me, I'm absolutely drenched in sweat!"

Sina looked at me and smiled, "Oh yes, you can certainly tell," she grinned. "Even your bra seems to have melted away! At least, I can't see one. But I can see that your nipples are obviously feeling very comfortable!"

I looked down at my blouse and, sure enough, my nipples were clearly standing out.

"Don't be so cheeky to your mum," I replied, realising I was blushing. The sight of Sina's bum seems to have turned me on. "Sometimes you just can't help it."

"Oh really, can't help it. Tell me, how long have you actually been watching me? I heard the patio door when you came in. Be honest, you liked my bum, didn't you? It always has, hasn't it!"

I couldn't fool my daughter any longer; she simply knew me too well.

"So what? I'm sure you don't mind. Besides, I won't be able to look at it from the day after tomorrow anyway. Right, now I've got to get out of these clothes and into the shower. I'm sure you've still got things to do."

A mischievous smile spread across Sina's face. "Nah, I'm actually done. I can put away the few bits and pieces that are still lying about later. I'm coming with you -- we can have a shower together, can't we? It wouldn't be the first time!"

Completely taken aback, I stared at Sina. "If that's really what you want, then I'd love to! I'll lay out some fresh bath towels for us, then we can sit out on the terrace afterwards. But first I need a drink -- I'm absolutely parched."

"Oh, come on, I hope not," Sina winked at me and disappeared from the kitchen.

After drinking two glasses of water, I felt better. Unbuttoning my blouse, I went into my bedroom to undress completely. I took the two bath towels out of the cupboard and walked naked to the bathroom.

Sina was already there, standing in front of the mirror -- also naked -- and looking at herself.

"Well, are you happy with what you see?" I asked, standing next to her. "I'd be if I were you. You're such a lovely girl, a desirable young woman. Just look at your breasts -- firm and perky with sweet little nipples. Your flat tummy and your lap, such a place of longing, make you a truly wonderful woman!"

"That's very sweet of you, Mum, but when I see you standing there like that, I have to return the compliment straight away. If you didn't know any better, you'd take us for sisters or friends! Or even a couple," she added quietly.

"Oh God, now I'm blushing too. Come on, off to the shower before it gets any worse. We've got to wash off this sweat."

Sina had already laid out everything we needed for the shower on the shelf: shower gel, a sponge and a washcloth; she'd left out the shampoo and conditioner, as that would take up far too much time.

First, we stood under the wide rainforest shower and let the warm water run over our bodies. We stood there very close together for a few minutes without moving. Simply enjoying our closeness and the water. I closed my eyes to capture the moment, to feel it, knowing that this intimacy with my daughter would never happen again.

Sina took a small step towards me until our breasts gently touched. With a twinkle in her eyes, she reached for the shower gel and pressed it into my hand. "You could give my back a proper lather now," she whispered in my ear and turned round. At the same time, she turned off the tap.

With both hands, I spread the foaming shower gel over her shoulders and slender back. My hands moved in circular motions across her skin, along her side, towards the centre and down to her bottom. I looked at her curves, at that sweet little bottom just waiting to be lathered up.

"Lean forwards and brace yourself against the wall," I instructed Sina. She glanced briefly over her shoulder at me with a knowing look, raised her hands and leaned forwards until she could support herself on the tiles. In this position, her bottom seemed to beckon to me, waiting to be pampered.

Standing to the side of Sina, one of my hands now wandered over her hip and lower, onto her firm buttocks, which I lathered up -- more tenderly than for the sake of cleaning. The tingling sensation inside me, which I'd been feeling for some time, intensified with every movement. My loins were in turmoil!

Sina bent her knees, arched her back, and thrust her bottom a little further towards me, which I took as an invitation to pay more attention to her extended back.

"You've turned into a proper little minx," I whispered to her and gave her a light slap on the bottom, which she acknowledged with a soft sigh.

Whilst one hand was busy with her buttocks, I traced the contours of her youthful body with the other. Starting at her shoulder, along her waist, down to her hip and thigh. Stroking slowly and tenderly, my hand moved back up until it reached the edge of her breast. At the same time, my other hand had slipped into the cleft between her buttocks and was approaching her arsehole. Carefully, using just one finger, I stroked her rosebud, circled it and paused for a moment with my fingertip hovering over the entrance. With a brief, barely perceptible movement of her bottom, Sina signalled to me that she was receptive to this kind of touch. Applying light pressure, I carefully pushed my finger into the tight opening, just a short way, not too far. And once again Sina moved, this time more vigorously, so that my finger, slippery as it was, penetrated deeper and was enclosed by her sphincter.

Meanwhile, my other hand moved bit by bit towards Sina's breasts until I could cup them firmly. What a strangely intoxicating feeling it was to massage my daughter's breasts, to grasp them and to tease her erect nipples between my fingers. Her arousal was both palpable and visible, and it was spreading to me with ever-increasing intensity.

My labia swelled and the wetness inside me grew ever more intense. I leaned lightly against Sina's thigh and rubbed my crotch against her.

I withdrew from the tight embrace of her bottom and let my hand slide further between her thighs, where her slightly parted love gate welcomed me invitingly. Sina spread her legs, granting me easy access to her warm, moist treasure trove. With one finger, I moved between her swollen labia and slowly pushed it deep into her vagina.

Sina began to tremble; she could no longer stand still and accompanied each of my touches with a lustful, even inviting moan.

With my finger, now well moistened by her juices, I stroked her clitoris, circled the tip and pressed it very gently. What an arousing, sexually intoxicating sensation. I had to control myself so as not to drive Sina to climax right here and now.

I moved away from her wetness, gave Sina another tender pat on her bottom and a kiss on her shoulder blade. Then I took a small step back so that my daughter could turn round. She looked me straight in the eyes and giggled, "That was really lovely -- it's a shame you stopped."

I took her in my arms and held her close to me. "The evening isn't over yet," I whispered in Sina's ear.

"Good, if that's the case, then it's your turn to be lathered up now."

Sina took the soft natural sponge with a little shower gel, pressed it gently against my breasts and began her work there -- more tenderly than for cleansing. I watched her spellbound as she stroked my breasts, down through the valley between them and over my nipples, which had stiffened under this loving touch. Whilst one hand continued to massage my breasts, the other moved the sponge lower down over my stomach. When the sponge finally brushed over my mound, over my vulva, I could hardly contain myself. The tingling between my legs was so intense that I could no longer stand still. I pressed my pelvis against the sponge, against Sina's hand. A knowing smile crossed her face. She continued to look me in the eyes, registering every reaction of mine.

She squeezed my nipples together, pulled them taut and then suddenly let go. My nipples were so hard it almost hurt. Sina leaned forward slightly, took one nipple into her mouth, sucked on it, licked over it and teased it very gently with her teeth. At the same time, the sponge glided over my hot slit, driving me almost to sexual madness.

All of a sudden, the sponge was gone; it had fallen to the floor and was lying between us.

"Oops, how clumsy of me -- I suppose I'll just have to carry on without it," giggled Sina.

And straight away, I felt a finger approaching my entrance and slowly making its way inside.

I couldn't get my thoughts straight any more -- was I really standing here in the shower, being penetrated by my daughter with a finger? It was so, so deliciously naughty when Sina then added a second finger and pushed deep inside me. They slid in and out, slippery with my juices!

And out again, and not back in -- what's going on, I thought, what's this all about, of all times!

"That's not fair," I began, but was interrupted by Sina, who placed a finger on my lips and grinned at me, "Didn't you say the evening isn't over yet?"

She pulled away from me, grabbed the hand-held shower head and rinsed the lather off our bodies. And just like back then, the jet of water finally hit my still rather open vagina. 'You're so sneaky,' I thought, 'just you wait, you'll get yours.'

And once again, it was Sina who quickly stepped out of the shower, dried herself off briefly and disappeared from the bathroom.

Confused, I stepped out of the shower too, dried myself off and looked at the flood we'd left behind. Shaking my head, I wrapped the bath towel round my hips and left the bathroom as well.

Where had Sina gone? From somewhere I heard soft music -- a slow dance -- and followed it. Then it dawned on me where the music was coming from. As I stood in the doorway to my bedroom, I froze in my tracks. There on my bed lay Sina, naked, her legs slightly apart, smiling lovingly at me. I could clearly make out her glistening labia and the lovely opening of her vagina. Her youthful, firm breasts were adorned with stiff, erect nipples, just waiting to be kissed.

I couldn't get enough of looking at this beautiful creature, my sweetheart, my daughter.

She'd drawn the curtains and placed a Bluetooth speaker on the bedside table, from which the soft music of a romantic playlist was playing. Then I realized where the music was coming from. As I stood in the doorway to my bedroom, I froze in my tracks. Sina was lying on my bed, naked, with her legs slightly apart, smiling lovingly at me. I could clearly see her glistening labia and the lovely opening of her vagina. Her youthful, firm breasts were adorned with erect nipples, just waiting to be kissed.

I couldn't get enough of this beautiful creature, my sweetheart, my daughter.

She had drawn the curtains and placed a Bluetooth speaker on the nightstand, from which the soft music of a romantic playlist was playing.

The throbbing inside me. As I tried to sit up, I felt Sina take my hand and place it on her stomach; a slight tremor ran through her body.

Then I felt her hand on my thigh, gently caressing me and slowly moving toward my wet pussy.

Encouraged by this, I caressed her mons pubis, felt the short hair beneath my fingers, and sought out her clitoris. I gently stroked her clit, pressed it softly, and enjoyed the quiet moan I could elicit from Sina.

Sina now moved closer to me, placed her hand on my swollen, quite wet labia, and caressed me there with a finger that also slid through my open slit. When I felt her finger there--where no one had touched me in a long time, except myself--I almost came. I had to control myself, since I wanted to take Sina on this satisfying journey.

As her fingers continued their exploration, I pursued the same goal with her. I entered her treasure chamber with two fingers and was met there by a moist warmth. Gently, I pushed my fingers deep inside her and stroked the soft walls of her vagina.

Sina pressed herself against me, kissed my breasts, sucked on my hard nipples, and moaned with every movement of my fingers. She kissed my stomach, licked my belly button, my breasts, and my neck. Finally, I felt her lips on mine, felt her tongue's tentative attempt to enter my mouth. When I opened my mouth slightly, her tongue slid inside me and danced around mine. It was a kiss like that of lovers--hot, intimate, and demanding! Then we kissed again and again and again! Like people drowning, we clung to each other, knowing full well that this unique moment would never happen again. Yet it would be etched into our memories.

I lovingly pressed my hand against Sina's back and caressed her lovely breasts. I massaged her firm flesh and sucked on her erect nipples. Her hand had left my lap and was now stroking my back and my buttocks--firmly, very firmly, and insistently.

While she was roughly caressing my butt, I continued to finger her wet opening, thrusting into her, fucking her with my fingers. With every thrust, her pelvis met mine, as if she wanted to take my whole hand inside her. Moaning, she clung to me tightly; her breathing grew shallower and shallower, reduced to nothing but gasps. A tremor, a quake, seized her body; her pelvis pressed against me, and my fingers were tightly gripped as Sina reached her climax with a piercing scream and loud moans.

Her wetness flooded my fingers and dripped from her pussy; I slowly withdrew and placed my hand on her warm mound. Completely exhausted, Sina snuggled up against me; her breathing slowly calmed down again, and her body relaxed.

After a few moments of stillness, Sina sat up and looked me in the eyes. "That was indescribably beautiful--I don't think I'll ever forget it for the rest of my life!" Then she leaned over me and planted tender kisses on my mouth, my breasts, and my nipples.

Immediately it was back--that arousing sensation that had receded only to reclaim me once more. My nipples stood erect again, craving more attention. Smiling, Sina took one between her lips and played with it while she caressed the other breast and gently squeezed the little mound. This gentle touch reignited the fire within me--the one that hadn't gone out yet--and now its flames spread across my entire body once more. My desire focused on my center, which was once again in turmoil! When I touched myself there, I felt the wetness, felt my arousal, and couldn't help but penetrate myself. Oh God, I was so wet!

My excitement seemed to have rubbed off on Sina; she kissed my breasts goodbye and sat up just enough to see what I was doing between my legs. She placed one hand on mine and matched my rhythm, while the other reached under the pillow and emerged with a blue, elongated, and slightly curved object.

Oh my God, it flashed through my mind--she'd found my vibrator. But it was in the nightstand; Sina knew where it was--she knew I used it regularly! Should I be embarrassed now? No, I didn't have to be!

Before I could think any further, Sina pressed the vibrator against my thigh and slowly stroked upward. I let Sina and the vibrator take over! I closed my eyes and enjoyed it!

With a gentle vibration, the vibrator glided along my plump labia, over my mons pubis, and toward my sensitive clit. The tip touched me very gently, creating an incredible sensation. I lay there with my legs spread, letting Sina take the lead. She placed a hand on my mound and significantly increased the vibration. The tip of the toy reached my open slit--the gateway to bliss! I was so wet that the vibrator could easily slide inside me to give me the satisfaction I'd been craving so much.

The vibrations spread throughout my entire body; I thought I could feel them everywhere. But what I was actually feeling were Sina's fingers, which were so pleasantly working on my clit and stimulating it in time with the rhythm of the love wand.

Sina pulled it out, only to push it deep inside me again immediately--faster and faster, more and more intensely. I was getting closer to my goal; I could feel the orgasm building. Sina had now angled the vibrator so that the tip pressed against the front wall of my vagina, driving me absolutely wild. I couldn't--and didn't want to--hold back any longer; my moans grew louder and louder, and my pelvis moved back and forth. One last time, Sina thrust the vibrator into me--then it happened! I was swept away by a wave of ecstasy and reached a climax like I hadn't experienced in a long time. When Sina pulled the vibrator out of my pussy, a small gush of my juices followed, trickling down my thighs.

I was happy--happy for the moment!

Cuddled up close together, we lay on the bed, recovering from our amazing lovemaking. Sina had carelessly dropped the turned-off vibrator on the floor.

At some point, we must have fallen asleep. When I came to from a deep sleep, I was still naked but covered, alone in my bed. Still half-asleep, I glanced at the alarm clock and jumped up in a start. It was already 8:00 a. m.; Emma was coming to pick up Sina at 9:00 a. m. I swung my feet out of bed and went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. In the kitchen, I ran into Sina, who had prepared breakfast. Next to the door stood the fully packed travel bag.

"Go ahead and sit down--I've made us a little farewell breakfast," she said with a smile, as if it were just a normal morning. "Would you like a glass of orange juice?"

I nodded. "Yes, please."

Sina placed the glass next to my plate and began spreading butter on one of the toasted rolls. She was obviously trying to forget what had happened last night--or to process it in her own way.

"When will someone pick you up?" I avoided saying Emma's name; I had this silly feeling as if she were taking my daughter away from me.

Sina glanced at her watch. "She should be here in 15 minutes. Emma wanted to stop and get gas first."

I poured myself a cup of coffee and glanced at the bag. "Did you pack everything, or is anything missing?"

"Nope, I think I have everything. Don't worry."

"Good, then everything's fine. I transferred some money to you to get you started! You might need to buy something there."

"That's sweet of you, but you know I get student aid. So you don't have to worry about money either."

Sina's cell phone beeped briefly, signaling the arrival of a WhatsApp message.

Sina glanced briefly at the screen. "It's Emma--she's waiting outside," she explained, quickly finishing her drink. "Well, I'd better be going!"

We both stood up, and before Sina could reach for her bag, I took her in my arms and held her close to my chest without saying a word. Sina gently pulled away, looked at me, and kissed me on the forehead.

"Don't look so sad--I'll text you when we get there. Besides, I'll be coming home every now and then."

I walked Sina to the front door, stopped there, and watched her as she walked toward Emma, beaming with joy, hugged her, and kissed her on the mouth. Then they both got in the car and drove off. A quick wave, and then they disappeared around the next bend.

"I knew it."