The First Time I Masturbated

The first time I can vividly remember masturbating was in my grand Mother's living room. In grand mothers living room sat a beautiful white couch and above that couch was a mosaic tapestry of mirrored tiles. I guess its partly where my fetish for myself began, but lets continue... I believe it was a weekend night my childhood best friend was over and we were playing beauty salon. We were the beauticians and our cabbage-patch kids were in need of a make over. We sat on the floor of the hallway far back enough were I could still look up at myself in the mirror as we played. While trying to untangle the kinks and naps of the dolls heads we got the genius idea that hair grease would make it all better. I was no older than 5 years old what did I know, I ran to the bathroom and Vaseline seemed like the perfect fit. We began to part and grease, style and comb. our bodies became slippery as did the dolls as we continued to part and grease, style and comb. I cannot remember how we made it to the couch but that was a big no no! Two greased up little girls and two Vaseline covered baby dolls on grand mothers beautiful white couch.

An adult finally surfaced, we were scolded for the mess we made and the oil damage we caused to the beautiful couch my company was sent home. Grand Mother popped me in the thick of my thigh and sent me to clean up my mess. As I sat and tried to clean I watched myself in the mirror fascinated by my face wanting to make it all better. I crawled in the chair sitting across from the mirror my full body in view just watching me. I sat the doll in between my legs to try to finish her make over but the softness of the doll pressed against my panties and distracted me, not sure what the feeling was but i liked it and wanted to feel it more. I squeezed the doll tight still in between my legs and saw my face liked the pressure. I pulled the doll from in between my legs up towards my faced and kissed her like they do in the movies. even though she didn't kiss back I liked it, the girl in the mirror liked it. While holding my dolly tight in one arm I slide my right hand down in my panties. I can remember the greasy sticky hand sliding across my youthful, even then fat pussy. I kissed the doll some more and took her down to the floor. I lied on top of her smashing my face up against hers while my greasy hand continued to slide around in my panties. My pelvis began to counter my hands rhythm and grind pressing harder towards the floor. I remember moaning and whimpering while grinding and sliding recreating the mess on the floor. The feelings coming from my pussy were soo intense and then I just stopped.

I must have fallen asleep because I was woken up by an adult put in the bathtub and sent to bed. When the light was out and my room door was closed I slide my clean fresh hand down into my panties to see if it would feel the same....... It Did! I learned that day just why the adults called it a private part.