After Emma's gangbang at the neighbour's house, where her English teacher James had fucked her asshole raw, she started staying late at school. She told her family she was staying late to study, but all she really studied was James's thick black cock.
Despite his love of poetry, James was no romantic: with hardly a word, he rammed his cock into her mouth, her pussy, her ass, between her tits ... his favourite was to bend her forward over his desk, still clothed in her schoolgirl uniform, and rip her panties apart. Then he'd punish her asshole through the torn panties, while she bit down on a ruler to keep from screaming.
He insisted on ripping her panties to shreds - Emma loved how rough and animalistic he was, and she didn't care about the ripped panties except that she kept having to buy new ones. She'd gotten him to agree to pay for them, at least.
As a bonus, Emma found she was better able to concentrate after she'd sucked off James at lunch, knowing she had a hard fuck coming at the end of the day - so ironically, even though she was getting the shit fucked out of her instead of hitting the books, her grades were going up and her parents were happy to let her come home late.
On Friday though, James was sick, and the substitute was a greasy loser, so Emma headed home early. She decided to skip out on some of her classes, and made it home not long after lunch.
She should have been alone at the house, but as soon as Emma entered she could hear someone moving around, in her parent's bedroom.
It freaked her out. She'd rather be caught skipping school than catch someone breaking into the house. But maybe it was just her parents? They shouldn't be home yet, but she didn't want to end up calling 911 on her Dad. However, if she just ran off before anyone caught her skipping, then she might come back to find the house robbed. She figured she'd just sneak close enough to see who it was, and then skip out.
The door was partially open, and she snuck her head around the frame, cautiously, for a glimpse of who was inside. To Emma's shock it was her Mom, naked, slamming a huge blue dildo in and out of her cunt.
Emma froze, shocked, eyes widening as her Mom pounded her own pussy. She had both hands wrapped around the dildo, with her head back and her eyes closed as she gasped. Her long legs were spread wide and even from this far Emma could see that her cunt was dripping.
She'd never guessed that her Mom would even own a dildo, never mind skip work to slam it into her pussy. Emma and her Mom had always gotten along, although they'd been more distant lately. As Emma became obsessed with sex, and making up for lost time as a late bloomer - in other words, getting fucked raw - she had been home less and less, and at the same time her Mom had started being bitchier and bitchier.
Lately, they didn't seem to agree on anything, and her always prim and proper Mom had been especially annoying to Emma with her demands for neatness. It's not that Emma was rebelling, but that her sexual awakening had caused odd, unintentional tension in the house.
The other day, Emma had snuck next door with the urge to suck off Tommy. She choked down his dick, deep-throating it as he face-fucked her. At the end of it all, her mascara was running, and even though she cleaned it up as best she could, when she got back home her Mom noticed.
Mom had chewed her out about being sloppy and letting her makeup get all over. Weirdly, letting the neighbour boy fuck her throat wasn't the issue - thank god she didn't know about that, or think to ask why Emma's makeup had started running! - but the smeared makeup had given her Mom the excuse to bitch at Emma about something.
She had thought it an odd thing for her Mom to even care about, and suspected something else was bothering her. Maybe she was just frustrated and not getting enough dick from her Dad. That would explain why she felt the need to take a day off for a dildo.
She was really into it now. She slammed it into herself as far as it would go, fast, and then pulled it out slowly. Then slammed it in fast again. Emma was mesmerized. Then, suddenly, her Mo drew the dildo all the way out. It exited her pussy with a wet plop and she pulled it to her mouth, holding it with one hand, sucking off her own juices. Meanwhile, her other hand reached across the bed, towards ...
Emma couldn't really see what her Mom was reaching for from where she stood. She inched closer, then closer, cautiously ... it looked like ... but it couldn't be ...
Yes.
A butt plug.
Emma gasped, a sharp inhale with a bit of laughter. Her Mom with a butt plug! Holy shit! She covered her mouth.
But Mom had heard. She spun around, and spied Emma just outside the door. Her eyes went wide and she rushed to hide the butt plug and the dildo, shoving them under her pillow, then grabbing the sheet to cover herself up.
"What are you doing home?" Mom asked.
Emma deflected. "The better question is What are you doing with a butt plug?"
"I don't - I'm not -"
"Come on, Mom! It's a fucking butt plug. What the hell?"
Then her Mom started to cry.
Emma's heart fell. What the hell? She wanted to run away, but she forced herself to calm down, and instead sat down on the bed, reaching to console her Mom. At first, she pulled away, but then she allowed Emma to hug her, and even dropped the sheet to pull Emma closer.
This put Emma in an awkward position, of trying to hug her naked Mom while at the same time trying not to be weirded out about everything. Her Mom was still a fit woman, not that old (she'd had Emma young, and was just 38), with short blonde hair and quite large tits for a slender woman. Her bare tits pressed into Emma's clothed ones, and Emma could feel her own nipples hardening inside her bra just on instinct.
Her Mom could have no idea that Emma had been fucking like crazy lately - men, women, even the neighbour's mom. Emma wasn't turned on, exactly - this was still too weird for anything like that - but she could feel her oversexed body responding a little to her Mom's warm nakedness.
"Jeez, Mom, I'm sorry, it's not a big deal."
"I'm sorry," her Mom said, finally, calming down enough to stop crying. "It's not that. I'm just being a baby."
"What's wrong?"
"It's - don't worry about it."
"Come on, Mom! Just tell me. I won't judge."
Her Mom sighed. "It's just that ... I've never - " She breathed in heavily. "Your Dad wants to fuck my ass."
