“You don’t like wearing clothes…” I said before thinking.
She looked at me waiting for me to finish. I felt myself going red but I’d started.
“Are you and him? You know? Naturists…Naturalists… whatever it is? Nudists?”
She grinned.
“I like being naked if that’s what you mean? Stuart has shown me how beautiful I am. I like him looking at me.”
My head went blank. Again she’d answered like some person I didn’t know.
“Oh, my God.”
I shrieked as she opened her gown. Seeing my mom’s tits and pussy really wasn’t my idea of breakfast time. I looked away.
“Christ, Mother.”
“I thought after what you posted, you might be more appreciative of the naked form.”
“Yes. I am. But not yours. You’re… you’re Mom.”
Then I had a horrific thought.
“He’s not gonna do the same, is he? Show me his… bits?”
“He might if you ask.”
I stared again in horror. Was she joking? She’d left the gown hanging open and I could still see her pussy. No. She wasn’t joking. Who was this woman? She wasn’t the same one I’d left at home when I moved into the dorm.
“And I don’t mind if you want to fuck him. We can be one big family if you like?”
That was too much. I exploded in temper. The only defense mechanism I had. I slammed my untouched plate across the table.
“I don’t want to fuck him.
And I don’t want to see you naked.”
I fled the room, pounding up the stairs to hide before the tears came.
What a fucking mess. My mom had turned into a sex machine and her boyfriend was…
Well. He was making my pussy ache every time I saw him now. This was crazy. Much as I didn’t want to be there, I longed to be back at uni. Or anywhere familiar, other than that house.
I checked my phone to avoid going downstairs again. A couple of messages from friends. One from a cute guy who was a dead cert to get his cock sucked when I went back. I didn’t answer any of them. Instead, I flicked to my Reddit account and scanned down my posts.
I hadn’t realized just how many there were. The early ones were just teases with me in tee shirts showing a bit of underboob or perky nipples. Then topless ones, jiggling my tits. Next had come shots of my pussy and me wriggling my ass to the camera.
Mom and Stuart had seen them all. And they’d seen my last post. A full-on masturbation with me shuddering in orgasm at the end.
“Fuck.”
The weird thing was that none of it seemed as bad to me as the thought of my mom parading herself naked, or playing with Stuart’s balls in her mouth. Okay. What they did was in private, well almost. And good on her for getting a good banging. But I just wasn’t supposed to know about it.
No kid should have to think about their parents doing it. I’d heard it. I’d just seen my mom’s bits. They weren’t that too far removed from posting a session on Reddit or OnlyFans.
God, I was horny again. Why the hell was I horny after seeing my mom’s pussy and tits?
It didn’t matter right at that moment. But it was something I needed to sort out before I ventured downstairs to try and retrieve some normality from the day.
I took off my shorts and tee shirt as I struggled with the idea that my Moms boyfriend was making me wet every time I thought about him.
I didn’t close the curtains. No one could see in and I liked the feel of the hot sun on my skin. It was the closest I’d get to having sex outside. I lay back and lifted my knees. Letting them fall to the sides I started stroking my slit while another hand fondled a tit.
I’d come home to tell Mom I wouldn’t go back to Uni in the new semester. My grades weren’t as good as I hoped and I wasn’t sure I could sit through one more lecture without screaming. Instead, I’d found myself discussing my sex life and appraising my mothers.
I tried to banish the thoughts and concentrate on the hunger between my legs. A slow ride of my slit with a deliberate, firm press over my clit. I could feel it swelling, burning.
“Mmmm.”
It was maddening that all I could picture in my head was Mom’s tits. No matter how much I fought to focus on Robert Patterson, or the guy I’d done the week previously, all that came back to me was her flesh being fondled.
“Arrgh.”
I stopped. Frustrated and angry with myself. At that point, I considered going to a bar and dragging some poor unsuspecting guy out to the back and begging him to solve my problem. To cleanse my rampaging thoughts before they became guilt.
I rolled over onto my front and flicked through my cell phone again, looking for something to distract me.
I found a short video of a girl selling herself in the street. Staged, but natural looking. She was a petite blonde, Czech or whatever, I didn’t know, accepting money to flash her tits.
My hand found its way underneath me and began fingering my pussy again. The girl had been enticed into an ally. More coy negotiating. Pretend reluctance. Then suddenly she was wriggling her naked butt for the guy. I imagined myself in her place. I felt how it would be to take money for a guy to fuck me.
She was accepting several thousand of whatever currency it was. Her fake unwillingness faded into unbounded enjoyment as the cock of the unseen man slid into her rich, pink pussy from behind.
I timed my finger to her enthusiastic bouncing back and forth along his shaft, my digit sliding in and out of my wetness as his cock moved in her.
“Uhh.”
Now it was working. Now I was feeling it. I pressed my groin onto my palm, grinding against it to agitate my clit.
“Oh. Fuck.”
I needed more and resorted to my tried and tested method. I snatched a pillow and folding it I sat up, pushing it beneath me. I gripped it with my thighs, then grinding against it, I rode the pillow. The material found my clit and the friction set me on fire just as it had the previous night.
“Uhh. Uh.”
My hands were free to squeeze my tits as I stared down at my phone screen. When the scene changed and that cock moved to invade her butt I was desperate for a final push. I arched backward and reached to put my hand to my butt and fingered my ass hole.
“Mmm.”
This time I did something I’d never done. I pressed harder.
“Fuck.”
It went in. My muscle gave and my digit sunk into my butt. For a second I was a little shocked, but it felt so good. Better than the tiny butt plug I’d experimented with.
My grinding rose to a crescendo with that finger in my ass to the second knuckle.
“Fuck.”
I gasped.
“Fuck. Fuck.
Uhhh.”
I got what I wanted. That glorious feeling of release as though someone had popped a balloon in my pussy. All that pressure came flooding out in a rush and sent waves of ecstasy racing through me.
I relaxed and fell forward. Laying with my face on the mattress I made a decision. The next guy I fucked was going to end my ass virginity. If Mom could do it, so could I.
I took a deep breath and sat up again. The video had ended. As I’d become distracted, I hadn’t seen it through to the end, but I’d seen a thousand like it. It’d served its purpose.
I rolled onto my back and turned my eyes downwards towards my pussy. I did like how it looked after I came. All puffy and wet. My juices shone in the sunlight. Mom liked being looked at naked. I could understand that. I could see how it was a turn-on to be admired. After all, it was only a variant of what I was doing on Reddit. Yep. We were the same.
I ran my finger through the silky, slippery liquid and tasted myself. It was just so sweet. For a moment my head went back to that night with Helen. It’d been at a party. Both of us were drunk and some friends, boys egging us on. We’d smooched. I’d sat over her bare leg. Just thin panties separating our flesh as I’d ground my pussy against her.
The boys had been cheering and we were carried away. Booze and music. I’d been so horny and unable to stop. Helen had just smiled when I came. It wasn’t a big screaming event. I doubt the guys had even realized how far I’d gone. But Helen knew. She’d smiled and kissed me again. Just a little more sensually. We’d never mentioned it after and for a moment I wondered what it would be like to…
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