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(This is part III of Jane’s story)
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. The buzzzzz sound 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 yalova escort 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 yozgat escort 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.
During dinner we engaged in small talk, then after dinner Mom offered to clean up since I had prepared the meal. So, I sat there and watched as mom walked back and forth from the table to the kitchen sink, then she began putting things in the dishwasher. She had to bend over to do this which caused her already short skirt to slide up exposing the bottoms of her nice, firm ass cheeks. Not only did that give me a nice thrill, but it also exposed the fact that mom wasn’t wearing any panties—and I could even see her quim peeking at me from betwixt her upper thighs. Her quim that was noticeably wet.
Though enjoying the view, I also felt the need to touch . . . and to see how far mom was really ready to go. I came up behind her and as she stood back up straight, I ran my hands up and down her stockings and said, “mom, I really love your nylons. They look so nice and sexy on you.” Then I began to finger her garter straps. “And the way your short skirt shows off your garter straps. You oughta be in porn, mom.” I giggled. “You look so darn sexy.”
“Why thank you dear.” Mom blushed bright red, but did nothing to move away or discourage my teasing fingers.
“Can I see what your garter belt looks like?” Without waiting for a response I lifted her skirt all the way up to completely expose everything from her garter belt down.
“Y-y-yeah, I guess.” Mom said, her face turning even redder . . . and the tension in her body so strong I could feel it myself.
Holding her skirt up with one hand I ran my hand along the silk of her garter belt. “Looks so nice, and feels so sexy. But, mommy, you’re not wearing any panties, you naughty mommy you, your ass is all bare naked.” I gave her a couple of playful slaps on her bare butt cheeks. Calling her “mommy” instead of “mom” also gave me an additional thrill.
Mom just laughed nervously and wriggled her ass playfully.
“Mom?” I said softly, my hand resting gently on her ass.
“Y-y-yes,, dear?”
“Can we talk?”
“Sure.”
Letting go of her skirt I took her hand and led her into the living room where we sat together on the couch. “Mom?”
“Yes?”
“Have you ever had sex . . . with another woman?”
Mom turned all red again. “Why . . . no . . . um . . . why?”
“Have you ever fantasized about it?” I put my hand on her thigh, caressing the sexy nylon.
Mom turned even redder, I could see her throat constrict as if she didn’t know what to say.
“The reason I ask,” I said, “is because my friend Karen and I have been having sex with each other for several months now. We think it’s a lot of fun. You don’t think there’s anything wrong with that, now do you?” I lightly rubbed the inside of her nylon enshrouded thigh.
Mom licked her dry lips and managed to whisper, “gosh . . . I-I-I guess it’s okay . . . if that’s what you both really want to do.”
“Oh yeah,” I said, “we both really love it. OMG, you wouldn’t believe how totally exciting it is . . . and how god awful good it feels.”
“R-r-really?”
I could feel mom’s entire body getting hotter by the moment. “Oh, yeah. And as a matter of fact I’ve just started having sex with Karen’s mom as well.”
Mom had no response for that except mumble “K-K-Karen’s mom,” and to lick her lips.
I felt her trembling next to me, so I said, “Yeah, and then I learned that Karen and her mom have been doing each other and having lots and lots of fun . . . and then they had me do some threesomes with the two of them. Mom, you wouldn’t believe how incredibly hot that is . . . y’know, to be caught in the middle of a mother-daughter sex sandwich.”
Mom had no response except to lick her dry lips again . . . and instinctively press her thigh a little harder against mine.
I took the next step. “Y’know, Karen’s mom, Martha . . . she says there’s nothing wrong with us girls having fun with our bodies.” I moved my hand a little further up her thigh and gently rubbed the fleshy area near the top of her stocking. “Martha says it helps to keep us all young and healthy . . . in addition to adding a lot of spice to life.” I could tell mom was really getting turned on to the way I was fondling her leg and my talk about lesbianism and mother-daughter sex, but I was still not sure if she was ready get into it right then, and go all the way with me.
When she didn’t say anything, or make any move to respond to my fondling of her thigh I used my last piece of ammunition. “Martha told me about a big party coming up this weekend. She and Karen are going and there will be several other mother-daughter ankara escort combinations. You don’t need to do anything . . . if you don’t want to . . . but it’d be a great opportunity for you to talk to other mother-daughter pairs . . . and learn more about it before deciding whether or not you’d actually like to do something like that.” I moved my hand a tad further up her thigh and tugged on one of her garter straps and let it snap back into place. “So, would you like to go?”
Mom licked her lips again. “Y-y-y-yeah . . . I guess it wouldn’t hurt . . . to talk to other women about it . . . see what they say.”
“Wonderful,” I said, putting my arms around her, hugging her close and giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek. I really wanted to do more, but had promised Karen and her mom that I’d arrange to bring mom to the party . . . as a Lesbian virgin . . . after giving her a few days to think about it so she’d be even hornier and hotter for it.
The day of the party I dressed up in a little school girl’s outfit with my red hair done up in pigtails, a white button-down-the-front blouse tucked into a tiny plaid skirt barely covering the essentials, and black shoes and white tube socks coming to near my knee. With no bra, my erect, pencil-eraser nipples showed through the blouse, and when I bent over even just a little my tiny skirt exposed my white panties.
I carried a matching outfit into mom’s bedroom where she had just entered after having taking a shower. I found her standing in white bra and panties starring at her closet as if trying to decide what she wanted to wear. I stood at the doorway to stare for a moment admiring the curves of her body, the smooth, clear skin and longed for the day I’d be as well filled out as she. I licked my lips then entered saying, “mom, Martha says they want us both to dress up in school girl outfits . . . so I’ve brought you some of my stuff you can wear.”
“Oh, how sweet of you,” she said with a giggle. From the sudden blush on her cheeks I could tell she was turned on by the idea.
Entering the room I tossed the clothing onto her bed and coming up behind her said “actually, it’d look a lot sexier . . . without your bra.” And before she could utter a word of protest I began unhooking her bra, letting my fingers graze lightly across her back. I was thrilled to see that her nipples were already as erect as mine. After tossing her bra on the bed, I helped her into the blouse, letting my fingers dance across her skin with each opportunity—especially as I, still standing behind her reached around to button the buttons up the front and sneak brief touches of her tits. Then I helped her into her skirt, letting my fingers do the walking up her legs.
After pulling the tiny skirt over her hips and fixing the top of it around her waist and tucking the blouse in tight . . . I gave her fanny a couple of little pats and said, “Mom, why don’t you sit on the edge of the bed so I can help you put the shoes and socks on.”
“Okay dear,” she giggled, “if you’d like to.”
“Of course I’d love to . . . anything for my dear, sweet mommy who gave birth to me and raised me through my childhood.” I smiled, then squatted down right in front of her with my knees split apart enough to give her a nice view of my panties up between my legs.
And to my delight she looked! Yeah, her eyes zeroed right in on my white panties which I could feel growing wet at the same rate her face was turning red. “Now, mommy,” I said, “give me your foot.”
I grabbed her left foot and pulled it towards my chest. As I caressed her foot I made it obvious I was staring up between her legs watching her own panties get increasingly damp. And OMG, how I wanted to bury my face in there!
Slowly, I put the sock and the shoe on her foot then sat that foot down and picked up the other one. I repeated the process of caressing her foot while staring up between her legs wishing I could just dive right in right then and there. I was sure that mom was so hot and horny she was ready to try lesbian sex with me—her very own daughter and right then and there. But I’d promised Martha and Karen that I’d bring mom to the party as a complete lesbian virgin. So, instead I “accidently” rubbed her foot against my erect nipple, let out a little giggle and said “mommy’s panties look so sexy from this angle.”
She just licked her lips, giggled with me, and said “why, thank you dear,” while continuing to stare at my own dampening crotch.
I quickly put the other sock and shoe on, then had her stand up with me so we could look at ourselves in her full-length mirror.
Standing right next to her I said, “see how sexy we look in pig tails and our school girl outfits? Like a couple of naughty twins.”
Mom let out an embarrassed giggle, then turning slightly so her rear showed in the mirror, she said, “Don’t you think my skirt is a little too short . . . I mean to go out in public like this?” Because her ass and hips were more filled out than mine, my tiny plaid skirt didn’t quite cover all the essentials as it left hints of her white panties showing in both the front and the back.
“No, of course not, mom. I think it’s just so nice and sexy . . . the way it doesn’t quite cover everything.”
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