Daughter's Secret Desire

The rain hammered against the windows of my small, cluttered apartment, a relentless rhythm mirroring the insistent throb in my own body. Just a few days before Christmas, I’d been a whirlwind of last-minute shopping, juggling gift lists and frantic trips to Kohl’s, Macy’s, and Target, all in preparation for the annual family pilgrimage to my parents’ home. My 22-year-old daughter, Morgan, had come along this particular evening, eager to help me navigate the chaotic world of Black Friday sales. We’d started at Kohl’s, diving headfirst into the lingerie department, drawn by a sale on a collection of incredibly alluring thongs.

As I browsed through the assortment of lace and silk, Morgan, who’d been scouting the men’s department for a present for her brother, caught up with me, her eyes widening at a particularly striking piece: a black thong adorned with delicate, hand-stitched flower appliqués. “Mom! You wear those?” she asked, a playful challenge in her voice.

I turned to her, a slow smile spreading across my face. “Of course!” I replied, my voice laced with a touch of mischievousness. “A woman needs a little excitement in her life, don’t you think?”

Her response was immediate and uninhibited. “You’re a mom! You’re supposed to wear stuff like these!” She pulled out a pair of fluffy, pink granny panties, holding them up for my amusement. We both erupted in laughter, the sound echoing through the crowded store.

“I may be your mother, but I’m not dead yet!” I declared, shaking my head in mock disbelief. The sight of her holding those ridiculous panties only fueled my amusement, and I couldn’t help but find her antics endearing. If she only knew the sheer pleasure those tiny garments could provide.

We continued our shopping spree, eventually finding our way to the automotive section where I began eyeing a set of car accessories. As I reached for a particularly shiny chrome shift knob, Morgan, ever observant, caught my attention again. “Mom…can I ask you a question without you freaking out?” she inquired, her voice laced with a hint of nervousness.

“I think you can,” I responded, my gaze unwavering. “As for the freaking out, I think I can handle just about anything.” It was a reassurance, a silent promise that whatever she was about to ask, I wouldn’t judge or condemn.

Taking a deep breath, she confessed, “Well…when it comes to sex, what turns you on?” The question hung in the air, a delicate probe into the depths of my desires. Before I could formulate a response, she continued, “I just was wondering. Erich and I…we make out. We haven’t had sex – we’re saving that for the honeymoon. But I was wondering what turns you on.”

A genuine surprise flickered across my face. I hadn't anticipated such an intimate inquiry from my daughter. However, I wasn’t one to shy away from vulnerability, so I simply stated, “I’m glad to hear that you and Erich are waiting to have sex. Sex is great! But, like your dad and I always taught you, God intended for it to be enjoyed in marriage.”

“I know that, and I believe that, too. So does Erich. That’s why we’re waiting. But it’s hard,” she admitted, her voice tinged with frustration. “Yeah, it is hard. When your Dad was so sick for so long, that was one part of marriage I missed the most. But…you asked what turns me on. Hmmm…there’s a few things…” I smiled at the thought of her, a playful glint in my eyes. “Are you sure you aren’t going to be freaked out? I mean, I enjoyed these things with your Dad, and now I enjoy them with Drew…”

“I’m sure, Mom,” she replied, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. “Okay. Well, I love nibbles on the earlobe, and at the base of the ear, where it attaches to my neck, and then the general area of the neck. Nibbles, licks, kisses… OOH! Gets me going every time.”

“By going, you mean wet?” she clarified, her voice barely a whisper.

“Yeah. Sometimes, I get so turned on that I need him right then,” I confessed, my voice dropping to a husky tone. Her giggles were infectious, a bright counterpoint to the somber atmosphere of the store. “There have been times where I know you guys don’t think anyone is watching, but I see him come up behind you when you’re cleaning the kitchen or something, and he puts his arms around your waist, and starts kissing you on your neck. Like this afternoon. You pushed him away a little. You both looked to see if we were watching y’all…I was, out of the corner of my eye, but I made it look like I was watching tv with the rest of them. Then you took him by the hand and went into the bedroom for a few minutes. … Did you two…?”

“Have a quickie? Ohhh yeah,” she whispered, her breath catching in her throat.

“Yes. We most certainly did! It was fantastic.” I reminisced, relishing the memory of that stolen moment. “Any other questions?”

“Actually, yeah…” she began hesitantly. “What is your favorite part of the male body?”

I paused, savoring the anticipation of her response. “Other than the penis?” I asked with a sly smile. “Well, I like to see a man’s ass. I like it to fill out the seat of his pants nicely, like Drew’s does. I like butt cheeks I can hold on to…not that I go grabbing men by the butt. I grab one man in particular by the butt all the time, but I get to because he’s my husband. And he can do the same to me. … I am his and he is mine.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, a blush creeping up her neck. “I guess so!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and pleasure. “Well, is there anything else that turns you on?”

“I do like when Drew stands behind me when he has an erection and presses in close, and I feel it on my bum. Does that gross you out?”

“Only a little,” she admitted, a playful smirk playing on her lips. “And like tonight when he wrapped his arms around me. I like that. I also love when he plays with my breasts, with hands or mouth…or both.”

“Did you ever do that with Dad?” she inquired, her voice hesitant.

“Yes, he did. I used to tease him that I was going to get boob reduction surgery. He hated the thought of that. He liked them just the way they were. …Your step-dad likes them, too.”

“Well, yeah, I kinda figured as much!” she said, a wave of heat washing over her. “Any other questions?”

“Actually, yeah…” she confessed, her voice barely audible. “Have you ever…um…given a blow job?”

“Yes,” I replied, my voice low and confident. “And yes, I enjoy it.”

“Do you like doing it?”

“Oh yeah! It’s incredibly satisfying.”

“What do you like about it?” she pressed, her eyes locked on mine.

“Well, I love the feeling of submission, the complete surrender to pleasure. And knowing that it turns Drew on so much, and that he enjoys it, makes it even more fulfilling. If it makes him feel good, then I feel good.”

“Have you ever…ummm…let him cum in your mouth?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

“Yes. And yes, I swallow. Though I’ve had to work up to that. But I can now.” She giggled nervously. “It doesn’t actually taste that bad – salty – but it took getting used to, for me. I think it was just mental for me. But, oh, he loves it when I do that.”

“Did you ever do that with Dad?” she inquired, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

“We tried it once. But your Dad didn’t like it. He was kinda funny about oral sex. He didn’t really like the thought of mouths down there – me on him or him on me. So, since he didn’t like it, I didn’t push the issue.”

Just then, our server approached with our hot chocolate, breaking the intimate moment. After she left, Morgan continued her line of questioning. “So what’s your next question?”

“Hold your thought…I have an idea.” I rose from my seat, leading her to a nearby Denny’s. The restaurant was surprisingly empty, allowing us to find a secluded booth in the far corner of the room. As we waited for our food, we continued our conversation, delving deeper into the realm of our shared desires.

“So what’s your next question?” I asked, my voice soft and suggestive.

Morgan blushed a little, taking a sip of her hot chocolate before responding. “Have you ever…um…given a blow job?”

“Yes,” I confirmed, meeting her gaze directly. “And yes, I enjoy it immensely.”

“Do you like doing it?”

“Oh yes! It’s incredibly pleasurable.”

“What do you like about it?”

“Well, I enjoy the feeling of domination, the power dynamic involved. And knowing that it turns Drew on so completely, and that he craves my touch, is an experience in itself. If it brings him immense satisfaction, then so am I.”

“Have you ever…ummm…let him cum in your mouth?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“Yes, indeed,” I replied, a mischievous glint in my eyes. “And yes, I swallow. It took some getting used to, but now I find it utterly divine.”

She giggled, her body subtly reacting to my words. “There have been times where I know you guys don’t think anyone is watching, but I see him come up behind you when you’re cleaning the kitchen or something, and he puts his arms around your waist, and starts kissing you on your neck. Like this afternoon. You pushed him away a little. You both looked to see if we were watching y’all…I was, out of the corner of my eye, but I made it look like I was watching tv with the rest of them. Then you took him by the hand and went into the bedroom for a few minutes. … Did you two…?”

“Have a quickie? Ohhh yeah,” she whispered, her breath catching in her throat.

“Yes. We most certainly did! It was fantastic.” I reminisced, savoring the memory of that stolen moment. “Any other questions?”

“Actually, yeah…” she began hesitantly. “What is your favorite part of the male body?”

“Other than the penis?” I asked with a sly smile. “Well, I like to see a man’s ass. I like it to fill out the seat of his pants nicely, like Drew’s does. I like butt cheeks I can hold on to…not that I go grabbing men by the butt. I grab one man in particular by the butt all the time, but I get to because he’s my husband. And he can do the same to me. … I am his and he is mine.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, a blush creeping up her neck. “I guess so!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and pleasure. “Well, is there anything else that turns you on?”

“I do like when Drew stands behind me when he has an erection and presses in close, and I feel it on my bum. Does that gross you out?”

“Only a little,” she admitted, a playful smirk playing on her lips. “And like tonight when he wrapped his arms around me. I like that. I also love when he plays with my breasts, with hands or mouth…or both.”

“Did you ever do that with Dad?” she inquired, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

“Yes, he did. I used to tease him that I was going to get boob reduction surgery. He hated the thought of that. He liked them just the way they were. …Your step-dad likes them, too.”

“Well, yeah, I kinda figured as much!” she said, a wave of heat washing over her. “Any other questions?”

“Actually, yeah…” she confessed, her voice barely audible. “Do you masturbate?”

“Yes,” I replied, my voice low and confident. “And yes, I enjoy it immensely.”

“Do you like doing it?”

“Oh yes! It’s incredibly pleasurable.”

“What do you like about it?”

“Well, I enjoy the freedom of it, the ability to explore my own desires without any constraints. And knowing that it turns Drew on so completely, and that he craves my touch, is an experience in itself. If it brings him immense satisfaction, then so am I.”

“Have you ever…ummm…let him cum in your mouth?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

“Yes, indeed,” I replied, a mischievous glint in my eyes. “And yes, I swallow. It took some getting used to, but now I find it utterly divine.”

Her giggles were infectious, a bright counterpoint to the somber atmosphere of the restaurant. “Well, it seems like we’ve covered everything,” I said, a satisfied smile spreading across my face. “It’s wonderful to share these intimate moments with you, my dear.”

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