CHAPTER 3 -- Is being a nymphomaniac still a thing?
Blindfolded, naked except for my tiny bikini bottoms, I sat listening, I had been rubbing myself, but now I was motionless, my ears strained, my heart raced, and my body trembled. I thought I could hear footsteps approaching the car...
My day had begun with a visit to Jen and Rachel's house. Thinking back on what we had done my mind retraced what had happened after my escape down from Jen's balcony.
As I walked from Jen's house, I felt invigorated, my energy and desire started with flashing my mother and only built during my fun with Jen and the thrill of almost getting caught by her husband. Everything had been exciting, erotic, mostly X-rated, and it made me feel totally alive. I wouldn't have traded a moment of it for anything and would do it again in a second. Well, maybe I would have been a little more careful with my bikini top.
Far from satisfying my hunger for sex, my appetite was even more all-consuming than ever.
I really didn't have to walk that far and I had almost made it all the way home without seeing anyone, no cars, no people in their yards; I wondered where everyone had disappeared to. That's when I heard a car approach me from behind. Without turning, I heard it slow down and then saw it pull onto the shoulder just ahead of me. I should have been paying more attention but I was still lost in a swirl of thoughts, memories of pleasure and orgasms, the thrill of almost getting caught, and thinking about the potential of being exposed.
The person in the car was likely waiting for someone or talking on their cell, I continued to walk, wondering how David would react tonight when we were alone and how I might be able to relieve my almost aching need to be fucked; with all of that in my mind, I failed to recognize the car.
All the way home I had expected maybe a whistle or two or maybe a horn to honk in response to me, but as I moved up next to the car, I almost jumped out of my skin when a familiar voice asked, "Whatcha doin' sweetie?"
Of all the people who could have stopped, I think I was most surprised to hear my mother's voice.
She said the words in a tone that was remarkably calm considering how I was dressed or perhaps better described as not dressed. I didn't even think about my grass-stained knees.
Instead of being upset, she smiled, noticing but not commenting on my appearance despite the obvious signs of mussed-up hair, grass stains, and smeared makeup. Had I looked at myself, I would have also worried that she could see my thighs covered in hickies and small bite marks. If she noticed anything she did not comment.
I opened my mouth to start to explain and unconsciously dropped my hands revealing my reddened, still very erect, nipples, also covered in hickies and small bite marks. At the same time, I sensed just how wet and tiny my bottoms were. My waist was at her eye level and I could tell she was struggling to maintain eye contact with me because of my now exposed boobs, my wet pussy, and protruding clit easily visible through my almost transparent white bikini bottoms. It was like one of my darkest fantasies coming true.
Continuing to be oblivious, she began talking to me as if she was just talking about the weather.
"Sweetie, I thought I would take the afternoon off and maybe we could go for a drive, you know like we used to," she paused for a second, "I have been working too hard and thought it would be fun just to play hooky."
She looked at my body how little I wore and my condition as if finally noticing me. She smiled and spoke again, "But, Maddy, you're a mess sweetie," then she paused for several moments as if thinking.
I started to explain and she held her fingers to her lips, "It's okay, Madison, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, you're a full-grown woman, and can do what you want with whomever you want."
Then with kind of a sexy smile and a voice that matched, "I do think, though, you have been very naughty sweetie, and I would love to hear how you got like this."
My mouth almost dropped wide open when she said that and I swear she licked her lips, I almost fell over. Then to pile onto my shock, she added, "And I want to hear your story, if you'll tell me, but not here, I've had a lot on my mind and I would like to get out of our neighborhood for a little while, would you like to go for a drive and tell me?"
I surprised myself and said, "I'd like to Mommy," unconsciously slipping into a submissive state that made me feel butterflies rising in my stomach and created that familiar thrill that I always got before sex. As I said the words, I found myself getting turned on by the thought of telling her what I had been doing as much as everything else I had already done that day. I wondered if she would be as shocked as I was now.
She smiled even wider and said, "So run inside and get cleaned up as quickly as you can."
In my wildest dreams, I never anticipated this reaction. I was totally shocked she wasn't mad, in fact, she looked far more intrigued than upset, even excited. To think, when I flashed her and kissed her this would be her reaction, made my body shiver and wish I had done something so much sooner.
If we went for a drive, if meant we might be able to explore what I had started with her, I was excited for the possibilities. Lately more and more I thought only about making out, I joked about being a nymphomaniac, maybe I was.
Mom never took time off work and the fact that today she wanted to just get away for a while, and with me! made me feel out of this world. I did notice though, in her eyes, a look I had seen before so many times with men and women just before they ravished me.
As she put the window up, I realized what the look meant and it made my heart beat even faster. Could I dare hope for that, I noticed my hands shaking and my mouth was dry; however, between my legs, the dampness felt like a tap had been turned on.
The window reversed just as I had started to finish walking to our house, only maybe three or four houses away. She stuck her head out and spoke louder, "I have a couple of errands to run and will be maybe thirty minutes, you just hurry and get cleaned up, but Maddy, don't change, I want you to just wear your bikini bottoms, okay? I'll be back as quick as I can to get you."
Doubly amazed, I was thrilled she wasn't yelling at me, and given my condition, I was now hoping for an outlet for my sex-addicted body. I started again towards our driveway when I realized what she had said, "Don't change?"
All I was wearing was a very tiny bikini bottom, I stopped dead in my tracks.
She must have anticipated my stunned reaction because she had obviously been watching and waiting for my reaction.
"Come on Maddy, get that beautiful sexy ass of yours in gear, we only have a little time for fun before your father gets home, I want to make the most of it, she said in a way that left no doubt that she wanted to do far more than just talk this afternoon.
Lightheaded and excited, my fever was strong and all-encompassing. I turned and walked as quick as I could up towards the house in my bare feet, thinking to myself ... "Little time, did she really say beautiful ass, and just wear my bikini bottoms?" What was going on here?
Afraid I was dreaming; I moved as fast as I could up the driveway and disappeared into the house. With my heart thumping, my desires and imagination took me in a dozen different directions all of which made my body shake and my pussy even wetter. There really wasn't enough time to really get cleaned up, but with my heightened level of energy, I knew I had to make the most of this.
Peeling off my wet bottoms and top before I was even through the door, I moved naked through the house and up the stairs. I moved through the house totally at ease in my nakedness, it seemed like lately I was naked almost as much as I was dressed. Smiling at the thought, I hopped in the shower, leaving the torn top on the bathroom vanity and dropping the bottoms in a small heap on the floor.
