The following story is completely a work of fiction and is only presented for purposes of entertainment and fantasy. At no point should this work of fiction be interpreted as advocating or encouraging the acts portrayed here in. While I, the author, believe and active fantasy life is very healthy between consenting adults, I, the author, do not believe acts of fantasy should necessarily become reality when the results can end up causing harm. Sex should be fun for all involved.
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Karen, after accidentally interrupting her daughter having phone sex, couldn't get the idea out of her mind. After separating with Michael, Cynthia's father, Karen felt a renewed zeal towards sex. Until a week ago, that zeal was expressed primarily through watching adult movies and porn clips on her computer and masturbating. It was inevitable that eventually Karen would run into people on the internet who would introduce her to cyber sex and try to coax her into phone sex.
The idea sounded enticing to her, so when she caught her daughter in the act, it was exciting. Karen was so excited by it that she shared her porn collection with her daughter and then had her daughter's face buried in her wet pussy. When they finished, Karen made Cynthia promise to record a phone sex session with Cynthia's friend, Jason. That was a week ago.
When Karen awoke, there was a tape cassette with a little ribbon wrapped around it and a little note attached to it.
"Dear Mom,
I hope you enjoy this. I did.
Love, Cyn."
Karen set the cassette aside and got ready for work. She couldn't take her mind off what the tape contained. She really wanted to listen to it, but was rushed. All day at work, Karen was distracted and absent-minded. When the day finally ended, Karen sped home and nearly ran to her bedroom. The cassette was still in the same place where she left it and she put it into her tape player and hit play.
"Hello?" Jason's voice was slightly groggy. On the tape was the sound of someone fumbling with the microphone.
"Hi, Jason," Cynthia said. Karen heard something in the background. It was the sound of a woman enjoying herself.
"Cynthia? It's three o'clock in the morning. What's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong. I, uh, I was just here at my mom's computer and I was uh, watching some porn clips. I was wondering if you might be in the mood."
"Mmm, Cyn, for you, I'm always in the mood." Jason's voice warmed from groggy to aroused.
"Yeah? Do you have a nice hard cock for me to play with?" Cynthia asked.
"I do. And it is getting harder by the second. I've been thinking about you ever since we got interrupted. What happened?"
"Mmmm, we'll talk about that later, it was just a misunderstanding. Oh god, Jason, I'm so wet. My panties are drenched."
"I wish I could taste you."
"Yes, oh yes, Jason. I'd love to rub my pussy against your face. I'm so wet; I'd cover your face in my juices. I'd fill your mouth with my sweet pussy liquid. Would you like that? Would you like for me to press my wet cunt against your mouth, pushing your face into me? Use your fingers on me, Jason. I want to feel them inside me, use three fingers as you suck my clitty. Oh, it is so sensitive."
Karen turned the tape off. Her face was flushed with desire. She rewound the tape and listened to her daughter again. Her hand fell to her lap where she unbuttoned her beige slacks. Slowly she slid her hand into her pants, into her lace panties, and pressed the tips of her fingers into the soft warm folds of her labia, feeling the swollen, barely moist lips of her pussy. The first press, pushing the blood from the lips, was always the most erotic to her. Karen slid her middle finger between her lips and searched for moisture. It sometimes took awhile for enough to build up so she could use it as a lubricant on her clit. Hearing her daughter's voice saying such nasty things was more than a standard turn on, though.
"Pinch your nipples for me," Jason commanded.
"Mmm, god yes. I'm taking my shirt off. Playing with my breasts for you. It feels so good," Cynthia responded.
