“Yes, Master.”
I broke away as her cries of approaching orgasm shocked me back to reality and went to my room.
“Fucking hell. I’ve just listened to my mom fucking.” I muttered.
And she was calling him Master again. What the hell went on in that bedroom?
Again my head was in turmoil. Fascination at my Mom being fucked like a whore and disgust at my being turned on by it. I lay for ages in the dark trying not to think about it. Trying to think of the guys I’d been with, even Helen. Anything but my Mom.
But eventually, I gave in to the overwhelming ache that hadn’t left my groin since I’d heard her first groans. It was always there on and off, but three days of enforced abstinence and now, what I’d just listened to had left me with a horniness that wasn’t going to go away.
I slipped my hand inside my Panama bottoms and found myself wetter than I think I’d ever been. Soft pliable flesh deflected around my fingers and I wriggled my legs.
“Mmmm.”
I lay there playing with myself for a while. That unscratchable itch rising from the depths of my clit. An expanding ache centered by a growing pressure. God, I was wet. I squeezed a tit hard with my other hand.
“Uhh.”
I couldn’t help but see Stuart in my mind. Imagining him over me. His cock in place of my fingers.
“Uhhh.”
I kicked away the covers and pushed my pajamas to my knees. It’d been two weeks since I’d had a guy between my thighs. A nerdy history student that’d fucked Helen the week before. That was what we both called him. The History Guy. His name was Rob but our moniker was better.
He’d been sweet and good with his tongue. His fucking was a little frantic and lacking in style but he’d done the deed.
I’d swapped notes with Helen the following night. Both of us drunk on beers as we’d argued about how big his cock was and who he’d lasted the longest with.
Right now I’d happily have him here with me again. To have his cock penetrate me. Instead, I only had my fingers and… no wait.
I clambered from the bed, finally kicking away the garment trying to trip me up. I found my hairbrush. The one with the soft handle that’d served me well through High School. And tonight I was calling on it to meet its greatest challenge.
I knelt with my knees apart and lay my face flat on the bed so that my ass was pushed high in the air. Reaching between my thighs I eased the handle of the brush into my pussy.
“Ohh.”
Again I thought of Stuart. It was as though he was invading my head through thought control from the neighboring bedroom.
“Oh god.”
I fucked myself silly while my free hand traumatized my clit.
“Fuck.”
I gasped breaths aware I was getting loud. I didn’t care. I needed so badly to cum. What if they heard me? So what? They hadn’t been quiet.
“Uhhh.”
I forced myself not to. Pretending I had to beg.
“Please let me cum.” I muttered sounding just like my Mom.
“Oh god.”
I came with Mom’s imagined O face in my head. Shuddering and quaking I kept on. In and out of my soaking pussy with that brush. It was my surrogate cock. It was Stuart, shafting me from behind just as I imagined he had Mom.
“Harder.” I said much too loudly.
I held the brush so that my knuckle impacted my other little hole. It felt so good and not for the first time I wondered what it’d be like to have that fucked. I vowed to be adventurous when the next opportunity presented itself.
“Fuck.”
I came again. Just as strongly. I rolled onto my back gasping with absolute satisfaction.
“That was so good.” I muttered.
Could I repeat that another time for a post? It’d be pushing the boundaries even more, but imagine my followers being treated to that. Perhaps I could ask Helen to film me? She’d seen me naked when we changed in front of one another. One more step wouldn’t hurt and she was certainly wild enough to do it.
God. When I was horny I had some wild ideas.
“Ew.”
I woke early to find I’d drifted into sleep the night before exactly where I’d finished pleasuring myself. I was on top of the bed with my legs wide open and the hairbrush laying between them. Dried juice covered my vulva and thighs as though I’d gushed in my moment.
I sat up glancing at the unlocked door. Mom always knocked, but imagine if she’d come in and found me like that? I looked like a used ho.
I needed a shower.
I retrieved my bottoms and headed for the bathroom, stopping briefly by moms room.
“Uh. Uh. Uh.”
Jesus. It was early and they were at it again. I kept on, not wanting to hear anymore.
I showered and dressed, then went downstairs to put the coffee on.
“Ah. I love a girl who makes coffee in the morning.” Stuart announced as he took a seat at the table.
“Just coffee?” I smirked pouring him a mug.
Stuart’s eyes pierced me and reddening cheeks betrayed my regret at the jibe.
“Morning.”
Mom saved me any more embarrassment as she breezed in. I glanced at her legs in the short dressing gown unable to avoid the thought that a few minutes earlier they’d been spread open with this man pounding her pussy. Oh fuck. Thoughts I didn’t want to have. These two were driving me insane.
“Sleep well?” I asked with hidden sarcasm.
“Eventually.” Mom smirked.
“How about you?”
Again I was struck dumb by her honesty. She might as well have said, “After I’d been fucked silly”.
I just nodded and shifted in my chair, unable to think of a suitable comeback.
“It’s important to sleep well.” Stuart chipped in.
“And the best sleep comes when all the stress of the day is released first. Always do something pleasurable before you close your eyes. Something that releases serotonin into your brain. It’s the happy hormone.”
I was convinced he was smirking at me as he raised the coffee mug to hide his lips. He couldn’t possibly know I’d masturbated. Could he? Christ. Had I been louder than I imagined? I went red.
“Mind if I put Good Morning America on?” I asked skipping from my chair to find the TV controller Anything to distract me from my embarrassment.
Never Drink With Adults
I was drunk. Not a new experience for me by far. I was a Uni girl. Being drunk was part of the experience. Almost a requirement. What I wasn’t used to, was being drunk in front of my mom and her… what was he? Lover, future husband, fuck buddy?
The day hadn’t been unusual. A visit to the beach and dinner in a restaurant. Reminiscing about old times and listening to stories about Stuart’s climb to the top of his profession. But in the comfort of our living room with the wine flowing things had become more relaxed. Too relaxed.
Stuart was acting as drunk as I felt. His self-control was shot through and he was touching my mom in ways I didn’t want to see. And yet I was looking. Not even hiding my interest.
“Oh, you’re so gonna regret this in the morning.” I said waving a glass around without a care to whether its contents sloshed over the sides.
“It’s just natural affection.” He said without a hint of embarrassment.
The strange thing was, I didn’t remember him drinking that much. Just the bottle constantly refilling my glass. And then there was Mom. She didn’t seem drunk at all, but she wasn’t stopping him. I rolled my eyes deciding I was too drunk to see a drunk. I couldn’t trust my judgment.
Stuart’s hand was openly fondling her tit. I could see his fingers moving, even the roll of her nipple between them as it pressed out through the thin material of her short dress. It was hot to watch even if it was my mom.
I glanced at her legs. They were nice. Shapely and smooth, like my own. What there was of the dress only just covered her crotch. If she parted her knees even a tiny bit, I would see everything.
I couldn’t help but think of those thighs wrapped around Stuart. My eyes went to him. He looked relaxed, masterful. I took another sip of my wine and glanced down at my legs stretched out on the floor. I tried not to think about them hooked around him in place of Mom.
“You know. You two are being a bit too touchy-feely.” I said grasping at the moral high ground in my head.
“Julia. Don’t pretend to be innocent. I’ve seen your Reddit posts.”
My heart skipped a beat.
“Mom.”
Fuck. Did she know about my Reddit account?
“What posts? I don’t post anything.”
“The lady doth protest too much.” Stuart said with a smirk.
I buried my head in shame. He was right. As a denial, that had been pathetic.
“Oh. it doesn’t matter.” Mom said with a dismissive wave of her hand.
“So long as you’re having fun. That’s what sexy bodies are for.”
“God. I’m so embarrassed.”
If I hadn’t been so inebriated I think I’d have run from the house and changed my name, never to return.
“You shouldn’t be.” Stuart started.
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