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M.o.m and d.a.u.g.h.t.e.r alikeI never gave my mother’s sex life a lot of thought until I foundher dildo. All right, I shouldn’t have been snooping, and honestly, Iwasn’t. It just happened that I was going to a party the next night,and I really wanted to borrow a blouse of hers. I mean, the mainreason I bought it for her in the first place was so that I couldborrow it!So there I was, rummaging in her dresser. I knew she’d neverworn the blouse, and it had to be in one of the drawers. But wherethe hell was it? I was on my knees, hand deep in the bottom drawer,when I made my discovery.I knew what it was the moment I felt it. but I didn’t believe it___ until it was in my hand, in the light.Of course I’d seen dildos before. In fact, I had a couple of myown that I was sure Mom knew absolutely nothing about (She’s not thekind of person who snoops in other people’s drawers. And I keep minein a shoe box, in the wardrobe, just in case).But still it was ashock, finding her dildo.Some people classify vibrators as dildos. This one was agoddamned dildo! It was about eight inches long, thick in proportion,and the soft, rubbery material was shaped exactly like a real livecock. Even the color was true to life, and there were bulging blueviens that lent a realistic apperance and texture. It wasn’t quite ashard as a man’s stiff dick, but it sure as hell looked just like one.”Jesus,” I murmured under my breath. But on second thought, Irealized I shouldn’t be too surprised. After all, my dad had been gonefor almost four years. Mom hadn’t dated since his death. And she wasstill a rather young woman. She had me when she was just eighteen, andshe’s not even forty yet. Besides, they say a woman’s sexual prime isin her thirties. (Personally, if it gets better than it is right now,for me, I can hardly wait till I’m that old!)I knelt on the floor, holding Mom’s dildo in my hand. What didshe do with this thing? Was is some toy left over from when Dad wasalive? God, I couldn’t imagine my parents playing sex games thatinvolved toys like this one! Sure, they were very much in love, and Iused to hear them making out late at night, when they thought I wasasleep, but it was always the standard kind of stuff that guys and girlsdo together.I sniffed at the dildo, and my eyes got big. This wasn’t some oldleftover. This baby was in current use! It absolutely reeked of pussyjuice! I sniffed again, and the funky aroma of cunt made my nostrilstwitch and my head swim. Five would get you ten that my mom had thisthing inside her snatch within the last day or two — maybe even lastnight or this morning!I stood up, still holding Mom’s dildo. I rubbed it across the endsof my tits, and I found the nipples were already hard inside my shirtand bra. Undoing my buttons, I began to to tickle my cleavage with theknobby point of the fake prick. Mmmm, it felt just like the real thing,only not as warm! I fell back onto my mother’s bed.After that, there was no stopping me. I had both tits out now, andthe nipples were pink and pointy with exictation. I lifted my skirt andused the dildo between my legs, rubbing it across the taut, hair-stuffedcrotch of my panties. I could hear the pussy hairs crackle as I brushedthe dildo back and forth, and my juices began to leak and ooze out.Bringing the dildo to my lips, I kissed it, and wow! I could tastethe fragrant muskiness of my mom’s pussy juice all over the thing!I pulled down my panties and took my cunt in hand, squeezing ittill I couldn’t help moaning. The hairs were damp and matted, my sliceitchy and hot. M clit was the size of a peanut, and I stroked itfeverishly with the big mushroom, helmet-sized head of the dildo.Opening my cunt, I eased the tip of Mom’s dildo into the mouth ofmy hole. It was big entering me — as big as any cock I had everfucked. I sucked in my breath and strained, urging my cunt to expandand swallow up the penetrating instrument.I fucked myself like a pig with Mom’s toy, trying to imagine herdoing the same thing. The problem wasn’t that I could not imagine it,but I could — in vivid, tit-hardening detail.As the big blunt snout of the dildo plunged into my pussy, and Irocked and strained on her bed, thrusting myself up to swallow itslength again and again, I was sure I knew exactly how my mom felt whenshe did the same thing to herself. balıkesir escort It made me come like a bitch onfire.When I was done, I put the dildo back where I had found it. Butnow it was coated with the misty sheen of my pussy juices, as well asmy mother’s. And I couldn’t stop thinking about it. As we sat atdinner that night, I kept looking at Mom, imagining her as sheravished her wetcunt with the secret lover I had found in her dresser.My mother is a very attractive woman. In fact, I envy her,because I’m not particularly pretty. But she’s also rather shy, and Icould understand why she was using the dildo to take care of hersexual needs. Basically, it’s the same reason I use one.Like I said, I’m not particularly pretty. I’ve made it with a fewguys, but not that many. They’re more interested in the cuter girlsthan they are in me. But even plain girls can get horny, and you betterbelieve it! And a dildo never minds if you’re a few pounds overweight.We watched TV for a while that evening. I was looking at Momwith a new appreciation, and I could see that her attention wasn’t onthe tube. Five would get you ten that she was definitely thinkingabout something else — something big and sweet that was hidden awayin the bottom drawer of her dresser. She excused herself about nine-thirty and went upstairs. I sat on the couch, breathless, imaginingexactly what she must be doing. I drew my legs up until the backs ofmy thighs were pressed against my pussy, and I rocked in excitement,arousing myself with the new secret fantasies.I left the TV playing — kinda loud, so she’d be less likely tohear me creeping up the steps. My feet were bare, and I was ontiptoes, my ears perked for the slightest, most telltale sounds.And did I hear them? Yes, I did. Soft, purring murmurs comingthrough the air, emanating from my mother’s bedroom. She obviouslythought I was still downstairs watching TV, and she was a littlelouder than she might have been had she known there was a snooper inthe hall.I pressed my ear against the door and listened, my cunt bubblingbetween my legs. The crotch of my jeans was already damp, and mypanties dripped a warm, oozing wetness. I squirmed, pressuring mylegs against my pussy, making that fabulous sensation last. Mynipples sc****d against the door itself. They were already hardpushing out my bra and shirt as plainly as if I’d not been wearinganything underneath. I stroked the pointy tips, squeezing them untila little whimper escaped my lips.Inside the bedroom, Mom was gasping, and I could hear the springsof her bed rocking slightly. Oh, I knew what she was doing then —the same goddamned thing I’d done to myself, on her bed, earliertoday! She had that big, fat dildo shoved up her cunt, and she wasfucking the shit out of herself with it! My own pussy throbbed inremembrance, and I just got wetter and wetter as if I were pissingdown my legs.Her soft cries reached a new intensity. I could almost hear thesquishing noises as the dildo worked in and out of her hot hole. Thebedsprings made a louder sound. She had to be pumping faster — theway I’d pumped myself when the delight grew too much to bear.”Mom?” I called, tapping at the door. “Are you okay?” I turnedthe knob and pushed the door inward.She made a soft, shrieking sound, and the bedclothing flew as shetried to cover herself. But she wasn’t fast enough. I could see thatshe was naked, and, oh God, I could even see the dildo between herlegs, half-buried inside her cunt. “Kim,” she said, panting hard,”You startled me…”She drew the covers up, but they were bunched, and one of herbreasts was visible. I don’t know how long it had been since I’d lastseen my mother’s bare breasts, but I had forgotten how pretty theywere. Not very big, but nicely shaped and capped in perfect circlesof cherry pink. The visible nipple was pebble-hard, quivering justoutside the shielding cover of the bed quilt.”I heard noises,” I said, entering the room and pushing the doorshut behind me. “I thought maybe you were having a bad dream.””No,” Mom replied, squirming a little. Her tit vanished beneaththe shifting fabric of the quilt, and I found myself somewhatdisappointed at that. “I’m all right, honey. Go back to whatever youwere doing.””But what were you doing, Mom?” I asked, trying to soundcompletely innocent, balıkesir escort bayan as I sat down on the edge of her bed. She wasvery tense, and from what I had seen in the split second before sheyanked the covers upward, I suppose she had every right to be tense.I’d be a little uptight, too, if someone had caught me with a dildostuffed inside my pussy — especially if I was about to come.She didn’t answer, and I knew it was time to strike. I touchedher shoulder, then her hair. She has very pretty hair, like cottoncandy. Mine tends to be stringy, even when I wash and set it everyday. Mom looked at me rather strangely as my fingers stroked herdangling, almost-blond hair.”I knew what you were doing,” I whispered, taking hold of thequilt and pulling it downward, very gently but very insistently at thesame time.Underneath the quilt, she was stark raving naked. Her body wasbeautiful, her tits heaving as I bared them. She said, “Kim, please___ don’t —” But I wasn’t paying attention to her words. I pulledthe quilt lower, until her crotch came into sight. And yes, there itwas, sticking out of her fur-fringed slit — the dildo with whichshe’d just been fucking herself!She turned away, blushing. “It’s okay, Mom,” I repeated. “Iknew all along…” Slowly, she turned back to face me her eyes bigand bright.”It must be so hard for you,” I said softly, “without Dad, andwith just that thing to make you feel better. But it can really makeyou feel good, can’t it, Mom?” Her eyebrows lifted. I giggled.”Okay,” I added, “I kinda tried it out myself this afternoon. But Ireally wasn’t snooping when I found it. It really was an honestaccident…”As I spoke, my hands were already in action. I didn’t will themto take hold of Mom’s tits; they just did it. Her eyes got big as Icaressed her boobs. Her nipples swelled even bigger, hardeningagainst my cupping palms. She had smooth, firm tits, and they heavedinside my hands, the nips growing hotter and more taut. “We’re a lotalike in some ways,” I told her. “Not that you’d ever guess it, butI’m kind of frustrated at times, too…”I leaned closer, my own tits brushing her upper arm. I knew shecould feel my nipples. I was very conscious of them myself. Ourfaces moved closer, and suddenly I knew I was going to kiss my mother.Our mouths merged. Then, our tongues touched speculatively, andI squeezed at the tits I held in my hands. Mom shivered a little, butI could also feel an excitement in her, an excitement that matched myown feelings. The caress of our tongues grew more intimate, and myfingers were upon her hardened nipples now, while her hands weresuddenly stroking tentatively at my own tits, finding the nipplesthere just as hard as her own paps were.It was insane, but, oh God, it felt soooo good, too! Her droolslavered into my mouth and I drank it, relishing the heat of her lipsagainst mine, the friskiness of her dancing, exploratory tongue. Wetraded nipple pinches, mine stiffening rapidly while her fingersteased them, and hers remaining stiff under the caress of my hands.”You can’t understand,” Mom whispered into my mouth.”But I can,” I assured her, and my hand moved lower. I graspedthe end of the dildo sticking out of her pussy, and I began to workit, in and out, pumping gently but insistently. I already knew thedelights that that plastic toy could bring to a horny cunt, and I usedit like a man on her, stimulating my mom until her tongue flutteredinside my mouth and her lips seized at mine as if they meant to suckthem right off my face.It wasn’t as if I’d never done it before. My college roommate,Rosanna, and I sometimes had used our mouths on each other. But we’donly been experimenting. We had no idea of the power that reallylurked within our female bodies. I kissed my way down Mom’s neck,onto the rising glories of her tits. The nipples thrust themselvesinto my mouth.I sucked them deliriously, moaning as they fattened even moreagainst my tongue. My hand was between her legs, still wielding thedildo, and I could hear the squishy eager response of her cunt as itsucked the plastic phallus home.”Christ, Kim,” I heard Mom moan, her snatch opening even furtherto receive my adoration, her teats throbbing inside my mouth.She lay back, then, legs spread wide, her cunt open andvulnerable. I could smell its funky escort balıkesir arousal, and my mouth grazedsouthward on her body, nearer and nearer to the off-blond patch ofhair that curtained her pussy. The closer I got, the more heady wasthe scent of her snatch.I yanked the dildo out of Mom, and almost before she had a chanceto whimper, my mouth was on her. I spread her with my fingers and Idipped my tongue into her split crack, poking as deeply as I could go.Her tunnel was hot and wet and active. It practically snapped like aturtle at my tongue.Her clit was impossible to overlook. It was so big and swollenwith lust. I sucked it until she screamed, and then I lipped andtongued my way back to the fur-framed crack of her pussy itself,spearing once more into her sweet-scented depths.As I licked and lapped at my mother’s pussy, I found myselfinspired, as if divinely. There was not a false note, not a misstep.Every place my tongue touched her was a hot erogenous zone, and eachlick, each wet caress made her cry aloud with the pleasure she wasfeeling.I made her come, right there. Her juices wetted my lips, and Isucked them into my mouth with pleasure. Then I crawled upward,holding her tightly, our tits pressed together as if they were glued,and we kissed, Mom tasting the sweetness of her pussy on my mouth.Her hands were busy on my boobs, and my nipples by then were so hardand stiff that they ached. I needed something, too, and I looked intoMom’s blue eyes, trusting that she understood.She did. “I’ve never done anything like this before,” she saidhoarsely, as she took off my blouse, my bra, my jeans, and my soakedpanties. But her hands felt as if they certainly knew their wayaround a female body. She kissed me again, and then her mouthdescended upon my bare, hard-nippled tits. She took the pointsbetween her lips, sucking as if she thought that she could make themstiffer than they already were. Her hand was between my legs,frigging the cleft of my cunt. Fingers parted my lips, and one ofthem crept inside me.”This is something I especially enjoy,” Mom whispered. “I betyou’ll like it too,” she added, her finger slithering in and out of mycunt. I gasped and arched upward to meet her thrust, and I reacheddown to spread my lips wider still, allowing her total access to me.Then we kissed again. No boy had ever kissed me that way, andthere was wild thrill, knowing that it was my own mother whose tonguewas fucking my mouth, whose fingers were inside my cunt and making thecream ooze from my slit, on down my quivering thighs.She kept on frigging me, but her other hand was searching for thedildo. “So you tried him out, did you?” she said into my mouth. “Yousnooped around and found my secret, and then you just had to give it aride. You’re a naughty girl, Kimberly, and there’s only one way totreat a naughty girl like you…”I shrieked as she jabbed the entire thing into my cunt. Shewasn’t nearly as gentle as I’d been. Her mouth swallowed my tongue,cutting my shriek off at the root, and she just kept on poking mypussy, fucking me really hard. If I’d been a virgin, it would haveblown me away. But I wasn’t quite a virgin — and my cunt gaped toswallow the stabbing dildo whole.Mom fucked me till I came, and when I did orgasm, it was with afury that left me shaking and terrifically rattled. She held meclose, and I sucked once more at the nipples of her tits — the samenipples from which I’d drawn the first sustenance of life. Her handworked between my legs, stimulating my pussy to a renewed excitement,and I knew then that we were going to do it again — and again!I never did find the blouse I was looking for in her dresser.But then, I didn’t make it to that party the next night anyway. Theonly fair thing, after what we’d been through, was to introduce Mom tomy own dildo collection. And then she showed me a couple of numbersthat I hadn’t found while snooping in her drawers. We hardly botheredgetting dressed for the rest of the weekend.All of this happened three years ago. And it’s made our live somuch more enjoyable. I’m still a little plain, and Mom is still veryshy with strange men, but when we get home at night — the two of us___ we make up for everything that is lacking in our lives.I’d guess you could legitimately call me a motherfucker, but Ireally don’t care. I have one life to live from nine till five; butmy real life begins when I return home and find my mom waiting for mewith a nine-inch dildo strapped on and a horny gleam in her eyes. It’sthe best I’m ever going to get from life, and I’m more than happy to”settle” for it!

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