Okay so this was written based on nothing even close to reality.
*cough*
All characters are at least 35.
She doesn't aim higher because she's pretty sure the neighbour would say no thanks :p
Anyway.
This story has two options. One involves pregnancy.
One does not.
It's Schrodinger's outcome.
Both are valid!
Dealing with the Mother
Follow Up to Let's Just Do It.
"Alexa -- max volume."
Kate grinned. The novelty of having a voice activated speaker most certainly had not worn off. It was almost five in the evening so it was safe to have the music loud because the back-house-troll would be awake and lurking in his cave.
It had been two months since she'd last seen him. Since she'd gone to him and asked him to fuck her.
And he had.
Kate could still remember the way it felt to have him stick his dick into her vagina while he was behind her. He had been bigger than any of her toys. Warmer, obviously. He'd made grunting noises that had been less than appealing but she didn't like him and every noise he made was sadly slightly annoying. Not his fault.
Memories of her first orgasm still filled her with a sense of joy. First, but thankfully not last. Before Daniel and their 'once is enough' fuck session, she'd thought perhaps she didn't have a clitoris or a g-spot or the ability to climax. He'd somehow managed to prove that she in fact did and could.
The differences between pre and post sex were life changing.
It was like once her body knew what to do, she was able to achieve the same outcome with her small collection of toys. Her favourite being a dual action suction and vibration toy with a name she couldn't remember. Just thinking about it made her feel horny.
Or she was always horny and thinking about the toy made her feel urges to play with herself.
Before she'd approached Daniel, orgasm had been impossible. In fact, the first few times she'd used her now favourite toy, she'd let the sensations it created soothe her and had chosen to focus on how good it made her feel. It worked so well that she'd fallen asleep with it inside her and turned on and then she'd woken with it flat. The first time had been a shocking surprise. But subsequently, it was always on purpose.
These days she had a daily routine that always ended in an orgasm or two.
Kate always started with the lovely, dark brown dildo with suction cup that felt damn fine every single time she pushed it inside herself. It had taken some practice and experimentation, but she'd worked out exactly how to stick it to a wall or the coffee table so that she could ride it, hands free. Orgasm was achieved when she made sure the balls rubbed against her clit. Technically, riding it backwards.
She would then switch to a pretty pink vibe that had a special addition that stimulated her clit while the penis section had the ability to stretch and retract. It was enjoyable and interesting. She always put a towel on the bed before climbing into the middle of said towel and fucking herself. It didn't happen every single time, but most times she ended up making a mess. Using a towel saved on having to wash her bedding.
Depending on how horny she was feeling, she then went for her favourite toy which hadn't failed her in weeks. The suction sensation was delicious. The vibration titillating.
Being an independent, self-published author had it's perks. Being able to wake up and fuck herself silly every morning was one of them.
The idea of returning for seconds with Daniel had never been tempting. Once, had most certainly been enough. Kate had been worried that he would tell his mommy, and she'd come and want to talk about it. But as time passed, that fear did also.
It wasn't that she didn't like his mother. Ellen was a lovely woman. It was just she knew that Ellen's focus would always be the son. The son who had the emotional intelligence of a teaspoon. It probably was a huge mistake to have had sex with him. But somehow, memories of the act made her grateful she at least knew what it felt like to be well and truly fucked.
Thankfully, Daniel was an unpleasant troll who never had his curtains open and seldom left his cave-like home. Made avoiding him exceptionally easy.
Dancing around in her kitchen, Kate was paying zero attention to anything other than the music and being delighted in the fact that she could once again jump and have her feet leave the ground.
"Hey, Kate."
A familiar voice coming from the open front door.
"Alexa -- stop." Kate commanded. She turned to see Ellen standing in the doorway, "hey. Just making the music stop. I'm sorry if it was too loud."
"No, it's fine."
