Emily shuddered in the warm July air. The air conditioning in her apartment barely worked, and she had taken to sitting on the couch in just her underwear at nights after putting her daughter to bed. But the coldness she felt didn't come from the outside. It came from within her. A cold, dark feeling that swelled whenever she had time to be alone with just her thoughts. Thoughts that usually strayed to her past.

Especially the past she had with men.

A string of abusive step-dads, one who would roughly finger her while he forced her to jack him off (luckily her mom broke up with him before he could substitute his fingers for his cock). Boys in middle and high school who would constantly push for sex even as she supplied them with a steady stream of handjobs and blowjobs. And when she finally relented, one of them had gotten her knocked up at 17 and then left when he found out.

She gave an annoyed sigh and took another shot of vodka directly from the bottle. Alcohol had long helped her numb the bad feelings that cropped up when she was alone and thought about her past. But recently new thoughts had crept in that, unlike the dull ache of old memories, kept piercing through the haze of alcohol.

Holly had recently turned 11. Her daughter would be going to middle school soon. No doubt Holly would run into the same problems Emily did when she entered middle school. Not only were the 8th grade boys a bunch of horny animals who would hunt the girls like prey, Holly had also started to develop breasts earlier in like just like Emily. She had already experienced bullying from the other girls at school because she had to start wearing a bra much sooner than the other girls in her class. Her daughter was a prime target.

Emily squirmed uncomfortably in her seat and took another shot as the worries only grew the more she thought about them. This train of thought was causing her to have flashbacks to her own middle school life. The older boys seemed so cool. They were more than happy to give her attention and to try to lure her to a secluded spot before begging and sometimes demanding to pop her cherry. She had never let any of them go all the way with her but things were different these days. Middle school pregnancy was on the rise. The school even had a policy to hand out condoms for free if someone requested them.

Somewhere out there, right at this moment, was a dumb horny boy that would be the one to persuade her daughter into giving her first time to him. She just knew it. The boy would corner her daughter just like Jayson Sharpe had cornered her under the bleachers. He would tell Holly how pretty she was, how much he liked her. He would kiss her mouth, then her neck. Then he would lift up her skirt and go to pull down her panties. And unlike Emily, who pushed Jayson away and ran, Holly would let him. Then she would wrap one of her legs around his waist and try to keep quiet as his cock slipped into her wet pussy and pumped in and out of her. The boy would feel an electric shock of pleasure as he took Holly's virginity. Her daughter's muffled moans would mix with the grunts of the boy as he fucked her underneath the bleachers. The boy's hot breath would send chills up Holly's spine as he buried his face into her neck and came in her...

Or even worse, Holly would participate in that new trend of doing anal sex instead because it's "technically" not sex. She would turn around and the boy would get on his knees before mashing his tongue into her daughter's puckered opening. Then he would wrap his arms around Holly so she couldn't escape and slide his cock into her ass. It would hurt at first, but as she loosened up she would start to enjoy it as he mashed her against the wall with each thrust in her ass, over and over, Holly biting down on her hand to keep from crying out as the feelings overwhelmed her. Then the boy would bite at her neck and growl with perverse pleasure as he came in her ass, cum dripping out of her daughter's ass as the boy pulled out with a grunt...

She took another shot, hoping this would be the one to finally push away the fixation she had on her daughter's virginity being taken, vaginal or otherwise. Why was she imagining this in such detail? The vodka seemed like it should be working. Everything seemed so hazy...except the picture in her mind of her daughter being fucked at school.

Whether it was the alcohol or the distracting visions in her head it was only on the third question of "Momma?" from Holly that Emily snapped back to reality with a start. Her daughter was standing a few feet in front of her. Where had she come from? What was she doing up? It was almost midnight.

"Holl...holly? What is it shweetie?" Emily strained to sound as normal as possible, even with the multiple shots of vodka circulating in her system.

"I had a bad dream...can I sit out here for a bit?" Holly knew her mom was drunk. It was pretty obvious. She worried about her mom. But above all else her mom had always been a source of comfort.

"Shure...sit right here, okahy?" Emily patted the seat next to her on the couch. Holly climbed into the spot and leaned against her mom. Like her, her daughter was only in her underwear. Unlike her, her daughter was only wearing panties. She still preferred to not wear her bra around the house, and since it was just the two of them they weren't too shy about being mostly naked around each other. Emily gave a small sigh of pleasure as she wrapped her arm around her daughter. She had gone a long time without any kind of partner and the skin-to-skin contact of her mostly naked daughter felt nice. It was the kind of intimacy she would probably never get to have with any man.

As Holly snuggled against her and bumped against her leg, Emily tried to ignore just how wet she had gotten. She could feel the slick feeling between her legs as she made way for her daughter. Thinking about her daughter getting fucked had made her worryingly aroused.

They sat in quiet, Emily holding her daughter, while storms of worry and doubt circled inside her. Normally she would know better than to say anything but the alcohol had loosened her inhibitions.

"Boys...they...you know, they're trouble. Trouble."

Holly sighed. "Yes, momma." She had gotten this lecture plenty of times before. Usually a more sober version.

"They only want one thing. They'll say...tell you anything. Anything to get what they want. They just want one thing and then they, you, never seem them. Never after they get it."

Holly let her mom ramble. She had heard it all before.

"You know they...want, you know what they want? Just to shtick it...into you. In your. You know. They want to stick it in you. All they want."

Holly perked up. This part of the speech was new. It seemed that the alcohol was drawing out some new information for her. She thought about if she should ask some questions. Her mom wasn't in a good state, to be sure, but it was a little difficult getting information about...sex. Even thinking the word made her embarrassed. But this might be her only shot.

"What, exactly, do they want to stick in me?"

Normally this kind of direct questioning would be enough to shut Emily down. That kind of information was too sensitive for her 11 year old daughter to know. But whether it was a mix of the alcohol or the fact that Holly was about to enter the lion's den, Emily continued.

"They, their, penis. Cock. It's all they care about. It's always about them. They get it hard and they always want to shtick it. In you. All the time."

Holly tingled with excitement. She was getting a glimpse into sex, even through she had to decipher things inside her mom's slurred words. "Hard?"

"Yeh, hard. Their cocks soft. Once you touch it or even if they just look...see you. It gets hard. Even clothes. Through clothes. They gawk at you and get hard."

The next question came almost as a whisper. "And...where do they put it?"

Emily's alcohol infused brain thought it would be easier to show than explain. She leaned towards Holly and sloppily placed her hand on her daughter's thigh before slipping it between her legs and pushing at where she thought the vaginal opening was.

"S'here."

Holly gave a gasp followed by a giggle. She wasn't used to having anyone touch her down there. It tickled a little...but it also felt good? She had learned from school that if someone touches you there you should scream and call the authorities. It made her a little uncomfortable but it was okay if it was her mom...right?

"They...want to stick it there? How does that work?"

"They just poke...here. Goes in. Over and over. Then they're done and you're done and they gone." Holly tensed up as her mom kept poking at her pussy through her underwear. It felt weird. A good weird. But still weird.

"Momma, that feels..."

But Holly's complaints fell on deaf ears as Emily looked down and stared slightly slack-jawed at her hand between her daughter's legs. Her mind was spinning in a drunken stupor. Boys, boys, boys, boys. They only wanted one thing. To conquest and take the virginity of as many girls as possible.

But what if they couldn't get that?

A chill ran down her spine. She pressed against her daughter's opening experimentally once again. It wouldn't take much. A little rubbing. A little fingering. And she would have experience. She would have a defense against boys. "No, you can't take my virginity." She would tell them. "I already lost it." She would be able to fight the way Emily never was able to.

She knew she hadn't given Holly the best life. They stayed afloat with her administrative job at the school fine. Holly never went hungry. Emily was even able to spend all summer with her daughter because of her school job. But Emily was always busy during the school year. Holly didn't even know her dad. She was vulnerable to the attention of men. What if she could give her daughter what she never had? What if she could take the place of a man, just this one time? Just to save her daughter from real men?

Emily made up her mind. She slid her groping hand so it was above the panties and then slowly slid it inside, her fingers curling around the young girl's mound to rest at her clit.

"Momma..." Holly whined, but Emily shushed her and drew her closer with the arm around her daughter.

"Ssh. Momma's gonna take care of you."

Holly clutched her mom's arm and squirmed as Emily started to rub at her clit. In this intimate moment it sent shocks of pleasure through her that she was having trouble processing. As much as she squirmed, though, her mother didn't let up. That's it, Emily thought. She wasn't going to treat her daughter like those hooligans. She would get her nice and wet before putting things inside.

Holly's nervous squirming soon gave way to soft moans. She leaned her head against her mother's arm around her and spread her legs a bit as the confusing feeling of pleasure spread from her pussy to her entire body. It was starting to feel good. Really good. She even whined a bit in frustration as her mom eventually stopped rubbing her clit and slid her fingers down to her wet opening.

"Juss...juss relax, okay? Spread yer legs a bit more." With only a slight pause Holly spread her legs out, bringing one leg to rest on the couch to give better access. It was embarrassing and exciting all at the same time to be spread out like this. They both held their breath in a nervous silence as Emily placed a single finger at her daughter's opening and pushed forward. Emily groaned in pleasure as the finger slipped easily in her thanks to the prep work her mother did. Even as her mother slipped in a second finger and pushed it all the way in she only felt a faint amount of pressure as her hymen ripped.

Emily gave a perverse moan as she could feel the pressure of her daughter's hymen give way as her second finger slid it. She had done it. This would surely give her daughter an edge in protecting herself. No more hymen to break. She could stop now, right? But as she curled her fingers a bit and heard a moan of pleasure come from her daughter she had second thoughts about stopping. If she stopped now she would only be copying the men she claimed to hate. She took her virginity and now she was done? No, that didn't sit right with her at all. This moment was supposed to be special. And Holly was enjoying it...why not finish things?

And so Emily, slowly and gently, started to pump her fingers in and out of her daughter. Holly's legs trembled as her mother gently fingered her.

"Feel good shweetie?" Emily asked quietly.

Holly nodded while keeping her face buried in her mom's arm.

"S'Good."

As Holly's young insides slowly adjusted to being intruded upon Emily developed a rhythm, lewd slick sounds echoing around the couch as she fingered her daughter. Every now and then she would stick her fingers in as deep as they could go and curl her fingers up, rubbing at Holly's developing g-spot. When she did this Holly would clutch harder at Emily's arm and press her hips up against the attacking fingers. It was cute, Emily thought.

From experience, she knew Holly wasn't likely to cum from just being fingered. Eventually she withdrew her fingers with a loud slick sound and went back to rubbing at Holly's clit, the juices soaking her fingers giving her fingers a sticky but smooth sensation as she rubbed directly on Holly's fully exposed clit. The pleasurable feeling Holly had before from having her clit rubbed through her hood paled in comparison to having it touched directly after being touched intimately inside. She whimpered in pleasure and her whole body trembled as her mother rubbed in small circles at her clit. It felt almost overstimulating. Holly could feel something almost frightening start to build up in her.

"Momma, it feels..."

Emily brought her head down and leaned it against her daughter's head as she held her trembling daughter in her arms. She could tell Holly was going to cum soon.

"Yer gonna cum soon. Ish called cumming. Juss let it happen, okay?"

That either helped calm Holly's fears or the feeling of her first orgasm was too distracting for her to respond. Emily just kept up the gentle rubbing as Holly's body started to shake and her labored breathing got more sporadic. Soon enough the building orgasm in Holly burst and she cried out in pleasure and clamped her legs down around her mother's hand, pushing her face against the arm around her as she spasmed with pleasure. She let out a long, loud groan as the orgasm spread through her and slowly faded.

"Whoa...." Holly whispered. Emily grinned.

"Wass that good?"

Holly shivered from a pleasurable aftershock and nodded.

Emily sighed. It was hard, but she had done it. Her daughter would be safer now. There was only one problem left.

She was horny as hell. Not only thinking about her daughter being fucked, but actually touching her herself had riled her up quite a bit. She gave a soft moan as she squeezed her legs together and felt pleasure ripple from her sopping wet pussy. It might be inappropriate, but she had needs she had to take care of now.

"Sorry sweetie, I need...I need it. To do this...just quick." Emily slipped her hand out from between her daughter's legs and slipped her hand into her own panties. "F-fuck." She couldn't help but swear under her breath as she started rubbing at her own clit. She didn't even need to dip her fingers into her own pussy for lubrication. Her entire private area was completely soaked with her juices. She slouched a bit and spread her legs to give herself better access as she got herself off while holding her daughter in her arm.

As Emily leaned her head back against the couch and closed her eyes Holly peeked up and switched between looking down at her mom's hands in her panties and up at her face. Having just been exposed to the pleasures of sex it was very interesting to watch someone touch themselves and the look on their face while they did it. Both looked a little silly, she thought, but having her mom moan out while touching herself right next to her was a little thrilling. The hot, heavy breaths that came from her mother as she masturbated were a new, exciting experience. It caused that hot feeling to spark in her again. She liked it.

Emily's leg pushed against her daughter as she spread her legs, fingers rubbing furiously over her clit. A constant stream of moans came out as her pussy fluttered with pleasure. She had spent so long pushing other people away sexually, the feeling of having a warm body next to her as she pleasured herself was intoxicating. She almost wished she could ask her daughter to join it. To just touch her a little...but what she was doing was already so inappropriate. But oh god, the intense combination of disgust and arousal she felt as she imagined her daughter sliding her hand into her panties, slowly inching towards her pussy...

That image sent her over the edge. With almost a scream she came, squeezing her daughter tight against her as her legs clamped together and she shook with an intense, intimate kind of pleasure she hadn't felt for so long. The feeling of another person against her as an orgasm ravaged her only made it that much more satisfying.

As the orgasm subsided Emily went limp and her eyes closed. Already tired and drunk, any energy she had left was sapped by the earth-shattering orgasm she just had. She was out for the night.

Emily snuggled next to her mother and quickly fell asleep herself, the brand-new experience of an orgasm sapping her strength as well. Soon enough they had fallen asleep with the lights on.