Jane's Surprise Ch. 03

After all that sex with Karen and her mom, I couldn’t help but fantasize all week about mother-daughter sex and how fucking kinky naughty–and erotic–it was. I really loved the way Karen and her mom were so open with each other about their bodies and everything—and especially about the way they enjoyed having sex with each other and how they could share me without any jealousy. I began to wish I could have the same type of relationship with my own mom so we could have some hot fun together just like Karen and her mom. Like Karen and her mom said, “it’s okay to play naughty as long as nobody gets hurt. And, with just us women no one has to worry about getting pregnant. That leaves us free to just enjoy ourselves.

So, I began to act a little flirtatious towards my own mom. I started dressing real sexy around the house, even slutty with super short skirts, tight T-shirts with no bra and all that–just to see what her reactions would be . . . see if it’d turn her head, turn her on any. I’d find excuses to “accidentally” brush up against her . . . and then at night I’d masturbate thinking about seducing her and taking her all the way.

Then one day I came home from school a little earlier than usual. As soon as I stepped in the door I heard I heard a strange, suspicious buzzing sound coming from the direction of mom’s bedroom. I stood perfectly still, hardly daring to breathe so I could listen more closely. And sure enough, it sounded just like the sexy vibrators Karen’s mom had shown me. Thebuzzzzzsound of the vibrator and the thought that it had to be my own mom using it turned me on instantly. I could feel my cunt began to tingle and palpitate as I silently crept up to the doorway to mom’s room. My hot pussy juices were already starting to dampen my panties as my thighs rubbed together with each step I took.

To my delight, mom had neglected to completely close her bedroom door before engaging in her act of sexual privacy. Guess she thought I wouldn’t be home for while. So I stood there transfixed, peeking through the crack in the doorway at my own mom pleasuring herself. My straight, proper mom lying naked on her bed and jerking off with a sex toy like there’s no tomorrow. Mom was on her back, her legs sticking straight up in the air—and split wide. Her nipples were totally erect, I mean totally—and bright red as if she had been playing with them. Her mouth was as open as her legs with her sexy long tongue flopping this way and that as if she were trying to lick somebody.Me, I fantasized!

What an incredibly erotic sight that was, watching my sexy mom jerk off with that sexy, buzzing vibrator—with all her private parts exposed and throbbing with life. My own pussy throbbed and ached. My own nipples grew erect pressing against my shirt. So, of course, I couldn’t help but play with myself while watching mom do herself—and fantasizing that it was my flirtatious actions towards mom and the slutty way I dressed around the house that had awakened her sexuality. The thought that she might be thinking of me in such a naughty way cranked me on all the more. I had to almost bite my lips to keep from moaning my orgasm while watching mom moan her orgasm.

After cummmming in my panties I rushed to my own bedroom before mom could look up and catch me watching her.

The following day I pretended to be sick so I could stay at home alone when mom went to work. So, still thinking about the mother-daughter sex I’d enjoyed with Karen and her mom, and the sight of mom masturbating last night still in my mind—and tingling my hungry pussy, I took off all my clothes, and completely naked slipped into mom’s bedroom. The naughtiness of that act alone made me wetter and hotter with each step I took. The first thing I did was to rummage through her dresser drawers trying to find her vibrator–the very one she’d used on her own cunt last night.

My hands tingled electrically as they fished through mom’s silky panties–knowing that these sexy items had caressed her most intimate parts. I picked up a pair of pink ones and rubbed it against my face relishing the forbidden naughtiness of what I was doing. Holding her panties in front of me I imagined that she was wearing them right now. I kissed her crotch, then licked at it with my tongue sending new waves of forbidden lust throughout my body.

Then I rummaged around some more through the rest of her panties until I felt something hard and long. I wrapped my hand around it and pulled it out of the drawer to see it was the same red rabbit mom had used on herself yesterday. With new thrills rushing through my body I held it up to my face and sniffed. A whiff of mom’s excitement and orgasm still lingered on the machine causing my own swelling pussy to dampen even more than it already was.

With knees about to buckle, and every square inch of my naked skin prickling with electrical goose bumps I stepped over to mom’s bed and laid down on my back and spread my legs in the air exactly like she had done. Holding the vibrator with one hand, I sucked it into my mouth to taste mom’s pleasure while my other hand toyed with my aching, erect nipples, and my increasingly sloppy cunt.

Then I turned the vibe on and fucked myself with it while replaying in my mind the scene of my own mom pleasuring herself like this yesterday. Being as turned-on as I already was, and thinking those nasty thoughts about my own mom, it took only a couple of moments before I was writhing and cuming on mom’s bed—exactly where she had.

After I came, I went to her computer and checked to see what sites she had been on. Seeing that Literotica was one of the sites she frequented, I dug a little deeper and boy was I shocked to see that my mom . . . my straight, proper mom, has been reading Lesbian stories—including mother-daughter stories. And that knowledge fried my brain and got my motor running at fever speed again. Every square inch of my naked skin prickled all over with excitement and forbidden lust. I clicked on one of the Mother-daughter stories that mom had read. And as I read the naughty story, I got more and more turned on. Imagining my own mom masturbating to this kinky story made me so friggin’ hot that I couldn’t help but play with myself while reading.

Then I got a brilliant idea. I retrieved mom’s vibrator, turned it on again and stuck it up my throbbing, sloppy wet pussy so it could thrill my cunt while I continued reading the story while still leaving one hand free to play with my tits. And that was all so fucking unbelievably hot . . . playing with myself and fucking mom’s vibrator while reading the same mother-daughter story mom read and masturbated to!

After coming again and regaining control of my mind, I knew then that I had to take this to the next level, but how? Fantasizing about mother-daughter sex is one thing, but actually going through with it and doing it is another. Even knowing that mom has those same fantasies, how does one hit up on one’s own mom?

Not knowing how to start, I just began dressing sexier around the house and wearing skimpier clothing. I also began to act a little flirtatious with mom—very subtly at first, then gradually I began to get a little bolder. And to my satisfaction mom also began to dress sexier around the house. I was hoping she was starting to get the idea. One day I had offered to get dinner ready for her if she’d clean up afterwards. For the occasion I put my hair up into pigtails and other than a pair of sneakers wore only a tight-fitting blue T-shirt tucked into a pair of very tight and very short grey gym shorts. To my delight Mom dressed up really nice and sexy too in a tight-fitting dress that came to just below her nice-looking butt and left exposed the garter straps holding up her beige stockings. A pair of 4-inch heels caressed her feet.

When I saw mom come out of her bedroom dressed like that I whistled and said “Wow! Mom, you look so friggin’ sexy, like totally porn.”

Mom blushed then said, “since you offered to make dinner for me, I thought I should dress for the occasion.”

“Well then,” I said, “let’s make this a wonderful occasion.” I took her hand and led her to the dinner table.

With dinner ready I played waitress for mom, bringing the food to the table. My grey gym shorts were so tight that not only did they highlight the “V” of my crotch, but also the slit of my cunt and the bulges of my puffy, turned-on pussy lips. The tightness of my shorts teased my cunt with each step I took which I thought added to the sexiness of the moment. When I brought the first plate of food over to the table to set in front of mom, I was thrilled to see the way she looked at me—right at the crotch of my shorts and the indentation showing the slit between my lips. And the thought that my own sexy mom was looking at me like that and hopefully thinking the same naughty thoughts I was turned me on all the more. By the time I brought the second batch of food to the table, the slit in my tight shorts was already showing visible dampness and my nipples were tenting my tight shirt.

And mom really devoured me with her eyes as she looked up and down between my obviously erect nipples and increasingly wet shorts and swollen pussy lips. “My, my, my, how my daughter has so suddenly turned into such a . . . woman.”

Serving mom the food, and now embolden by her comments and lascivious looks, I stood even closer to her than before–so close that I could feel her hot breath on my cunt as she gawked at my growing wetness there. Her cheeks burned so bright that it must have hurt, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of my camel toe.

I was tempted to shove my crotch right into her face, shorts and all and force her to chow down, but I wasn’t quite sure I should force the issue right now. Didn’t want to rush it.

As I sat down at my place across from her to join her in dinning, she said, “thank you very much for preparing this wonderful dinner.Everything looks so-o-o nice and delicious.”She smiled at me and lightly licked her lips sending new waves of naughty feelings coursing through my body.