The Plan Week 2
Katherine sat at the breakfast table, recovering from the night before. Her legs were up on the table, either side of her breakfast plate.
Leaning back in her chair, Katherine stifled a moan, as she was relieving herself of tension. Her skirt was rolled up on to her lap, her panties were pulled to one side, as she plunged two fingers, squelching in and out of her pussy.
"Fuck, I needed a man." Katherine thought to herself. She looked at the sausage on her plate. "Probably still too hot!" She grumbled to herself. "It would serve Cassey right, if she was to walk in and catch her mother masturbating." Well, at least this would convince Cassey that she was beautiful, if this was the effect she was having on her mother.
She rammed fingers back inside her, and then slowly pulled them out, spreading her fingers as far apart as possible, before they were pushed together by her vaginal muscles.
Her thoughts were heightening her sensations. She had decided to delay buying Cassey any new clothes, she was enjoying the thrill, shot through body, each time she saw Cassey dressed in her clothes.
She had also rescued Cassey's old school uniform, from the rubbish. Katherine flicked her click at the thought of it, her body jerked at the touch. She thought, of how she wanted to get an old school for herself.
Katherine imaged having one of their special nights as a "naughty school girl" night. They'd dress up, tell each other their fantasies (She was close to climaxing), they would play "truth or dare." Katherine would even show Cassey her trick with a wine bottle (Katherine was now moving frantically. Unable able to control herself, Katherine had to cum). Perhaps they would end up masturbating together (Oh God). Perhaps that would lead them to be able to masturbate in front of each other, whenever they wanted to (Oh God! Oh God). Did Cassey masturbate any differently? Was there anything she could teach her?
"Fuucckkk!" Katherine shouted, almost hitting her head on the table, as the power of her orgasm violently shook her body.
It about 5 minutes before Katherine could even sit back up. Her breathing was still laboured, but she was recovering.
She had a lot to think about. But, first she needed to tidy up. She then noticed her plate. She sat there, in front of it, as brain formulated her feelings into words.
"I could really do with a sausage!" Was the thought that came to mind.
It was after midday, when Cassey finally emerged from her room. She was not much of drinker and was not used to the effects, or the following hang over.
Cassey felt like death, warmed up. Though, she felt even worse with her mother buzzing around her, all most hyperactive, then suddenly bent over, having to lean up against the wall or holding onto the kitchen sink. Cassey became alarmed when her mother started trembling and panting.
"Mum! Sit down, are you all right?" Fear and guilt started to flood through her, thinking that she was the cause of her mother's suffering.
"Don't worry, Cassey. I'm alright." Her mother replied, in an almost euphoric state. She had now been walking around with the sausage stuffed inside her, for nearly 2 hours. It felt glorious. But, she had been clenching her pussy muscles, ever since Cassey came down stairs. Katherine was beginning to worry that she might strain a muscle or have an orgasm, in front of her daughter.
Katherine suggested that they spent the afternoon just lying about on the sofa. Cassey left the kitchen, leaving Katherine to remove the sausage and then grabbing a couple of glasses and a carton of orange juice.
Katherine spent a wonderful afternoon, with Cassey in her arms.
By evening, Cassey had mostly recovered. So Katherine left to make her something to eat.
Katherine was only gone a few minutes, when she returned with a sausage sandwich and her private lap top, which she had typed a rough copy of course report, for that week.
As Cassey read the report (which naturally did not contain the more indiscreet moments, for obvious reasons), she made a few comments, on how she thought the week had gone.
So they wrote up the changes and sent off an email to Katherine (fictitious) course advisor. Knowing that she would have to make slight changes to the reply, she had already written.
Then out of nowhere, Cassey mentioned how delicious she found the sauce on the sausage was. Katherine beamed at this and promised that she'd have more for her.
They had promised themselves that Sunday would be a day of relaxation. So, Katherine was still in bed, when Cassey strolled in, still half asleep and plonked herself down, next to her mother.
They were asking each other what they had planned. Katherine made it clear that she was going to spend the day in the dining room, going through everything that they had stored there. She then suggested that Cassey, spent the day, going through her wardrobe and search for the clothes she'd like and would wear next week.
Again, Katherine apologised for not finding the time to buy Cassey some new clothes. Which was a lie! She enjoyed seeing Cassey wearing her clothes. And that, now that Cassey was walking into her bedroom (every morning), just in her underwear, to get dressed. Why would she want to stop that!
Katherine was seated at the dining room table that had been pushed up against the wall. She had surrounded herself with boxes that she was going to sort through. She wasn't planning on doing any hard manual work, so all she wore was her fluffy bathrobe. She wore nothing underneath. Cassey was such a good influence on her.
All throughout the morning, Cassey would walk in from time to time, wearing a new set of clothes. She would ask her mother what she thought, then walking over to the mirror and finding something to criticise herself with.
After the 6th time, Katherine had had enough. And bluntly made it be known.
"Cassey! You are a beautiful young lady and you just happen to be very sexy. So, you better get use to that!"
Cassey was frozen to the spot. She was not use to see her mother angry, especially when that anger was directed at her. "Sorry, mum." Was all that Cassey could think to say.
Katherine instantly regretted her outburst and changed her tone, hoping to change the atmosphere.
"Look Cassey, you are a beautiful and sexy young women. You are going to have to accept that. Hell, if I was a man I'd bend you over those boxes and fuck you, there and then.
Cassey was stunned into silence. It seemed so surreal, hearing mother saying such things. And her mother didn't swear, she was normally the prim and proper type.
Out of nowhere, a wall of laughter hit Cassey. Her body visibly shook as burst out in fits of uncontrollable laughter took control of her. Katherine, now unable to control herself, joined in the laughter.
It was about 5 minutes before Katherine could say anything. "See! Mother knows best!" She said, in triumph.
"What? Including having a sex change, so you can have sex with me?" Cassey shrieked out in pearls of laughter, tears running down her cheeks.
Katherine just fixed her with a mock serious look, upon her face. "There's something's a mother has to do, that a mother just has to do."
Seeing that laughter was now subsiding, she added; "Now go and try on something different, without criticising yourself.
Cassey rushed off. And returned, 10 minutes later, wearing mothers favourite cream coloured blouse and rarely worn tight black mini skirt. Only this time she saw her mother sobbing.
Alarmed, Cassey rushed over to mother. "Mum? What's wrong Mum?"
Cassey caught the sight of a nearby open box. It was filled 2 silver candelabrums, crystal decanters and a box of silver cutlery. But it was the wrapping, that made realised that these must of been old wedding presents.
Cassey grabbed mother and pulled her to her. "It's alright Mum, we'll get rid of them."
"No!" Shrieked Katherine. "I can't do that! I kept them, for you." She said through her sobs.
Cassey sat down on her mother's knee and held on to her, as if for dear life. "I don't need them. All I want is you to be happy."
And with that, Katherine, with her head buried between her daughter's breasts, gave into her tears, that flooded out of her. Cassey held on tight, to her mother's quaking body.
Cassey held onto her mother tightly, rocking her backwards and forwards, in a gentle manner. She wasn't going to let go, her mother was there for her, so she was going to be there for her mother.
Katherine, on the other hand was starting to feel light headed. She felt as if a huge burden had been lifted from her. It was as if the tears had washed away the misery of her life. And Cassey had been here for her.
Katherine pulled away from Cassey's embrace. Apologising, she promised her daughter that she was alright. Katherine then noticed her blouse, which Cassey was wearing. Her tears had soaked through, leaving the now transparent material clinging to her daughter's skin. Cassey's left breast was clearly visible, held in place by the wet fabric. The breast danced with every pull of the blouse, whenever Cassey moved.
Katherine automatically put a hand to mouth. "Sorry about that, Cassey. You better go up stairs and change."
Cassey protested. But Katherine would hear none of it. She assured her daughter that she was alright. Reluctantly, Cassey agreed and climbed off her mother's leg and left the room.
Katherine sat back, in an almost euphoric mood. She looked about the room, as if seeing it for the first time. Her hand went to her chest, as if to stop her heart from bursting out. She could feel it racing away, under the palm of her hand, while her fingers gently caressed the top of her breast. With ease and without a thought, her hand slipped under the bathrobe, groping her own breast. It felt different, Katherine couldn't understand why, but it felt so good.
