All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
Thump!
Kate woke to the sound of a door slamming somewhere in the house. She blinked her eyes and looked at the clock on her bedside table. It was early, five-thirty. She breathed in and out. Well, Alyson went back to her apartment last night with her fiancé. So, that meant Nick was up early and slamming doors. She'd have to have a chat with him about respecting the morning quiet-time of others. She slowly sat up, listening to the soft snores of her husband.
Something was wrong. She had a strange tingling between her legs and ... goodness. She reached down and found she was dripping down there. She shot out of bed and silently raced to the master bath. She closed the door, turned on the light, and lifted her oversized t-shirt. Thank God, it wasn't blood. For a second, she had thought something had gone really wrong. She carefully pulled off her panties and inspected them. They were completely saturated. Holding them near her nose she inhaled. Not pee. So then ... she took a little of the stuff in between her fingers and rubbed her fingertips together. She must have had the mother of all wet dreams.
What was going on down there? First what happened with Nick and now this? She pushed thoughts of her son out of her mind. Her imagination turned to the lead in the romance novel she had been reading. He was tall, handsome, and offered quick volleys with his wit. And what's more, he was big down there. So much bigger than her son or her husband. Before she knew it, Kate found herself sitting on the toilet lid, her legs spread, two fingers in her vagina. People always said size didn't matter, but the thought of her fictional hero drove her crazy. What would it be like to try and put such a beast in her vagina as the book's heroine had done? He'd probably break her.
"Oh ... my ... oh ... my ..." She frigged herself like a crazed woman. She had tamely masturbated a few times before, but never like this. "I'm ... ugh ... ugh ... oh, my ..." With her left hand she pulled up her t-shirt and cupped her left boob. She looked down at her disappearing and reappearing fingers and imagined they were the hero's huge penis. Her little triangle of hair was glistened with beads of her juice. Her legs went even wider, and moved in the air like they were looking for purchase. "It's ... so ... good ... oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh." Kate's mouth formed a perfect rictus and her eyes fastened on her vagina. A convulsive energy seized her. She removed her hand from her lower lips and watched in amazement as clear liquid shot out of her vagina, again, and again, and again. At the sight of that inexplicable and unprecedented spraying, her climax reached higher and higher. "Eeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," she shrieked.
As she came down from a brand new high, Kate tried to catch her breath. Her husband's voice was like a splash of cold water on her face.
"Honey, you okay?" He sounded like he was still half-asleep.
"F ... f ... ffffinne," she stammered. She looked down at the splashes on her tile floor. What on Earth had happened? "I'm ... fine." But she was far, far better than fine.
"Kate?" There was real concern in Fred's voice now.
"I ... um ... stubbed my toe." She was still lewdly spread, so she lowered her legs and placed her feet on the floor. "I just thought I'd take a shower." The doorknob rattled. The bathroom door opened slowly. "No!" She leapt across the bathroom, almost slipping on the wet tile. She slammed the door closed. "I'm using the toilet, Fred. Don't come in."
"I thought you were getting in the shower? I was thinking I could sneak in a little private time with my wife before work." He said through the door.
"I stubbed my toe, and then I had to use the toilet. And ... then I'll take a shower. And it's my time of the month. So ..." She wasn't used to lying with such alacrity. Kate locked the door, turned on the exhaust fan, and dropped a towel down to mop up the floor.
"Fine." Fred sounded annoyed. "I'm going back to bed."
"Okay." Kate turned on the shower and pulled off her t-shirt. What a crazy morning. She stepped into the hot spray and let the heat of it seep into her skin. She tried to focus on planning her Monday, but soon her imagination brought up images of that romance novel and its well-endowed hero. She reached down and inserted two fingers and rubbed her button with her other hand. She worked herself as quietly as she could to another outer-orbit climax. She was sure she had sprayed a ton again. But the shower washed away the evidence.
First, all that crazy weekend stuff with Nick. And now, her lady parts were out of whack. Life felt like a snowball growing as it raced downhill.
She got out of the shower and made breakfast. She fed her men, and sent her husband off to work, and Nick off to school. When she was alone, she frantically went on her phone to find out what was wrong with her. Apparently, what had happened was normal.
A significant minority of women experienced some form of squirting, producing anywhere from a few drops to half a cup.
Kate arched her eyebrows at that. Well, she was on the more productive end of the scale it seemed. She read on.
It happened when a woman stimulated her g-spot. But because of the location on the ceiling of the vagina, it was impossible for a woman to do herself.
She read on, but nothing seemed to explain her squirting without touching the g-spot. Goodness, up until that morning she'd thought the g-spot was a myth.
Kate shook her head and put her phone down. She would forget about her morning masturbation and the surprising results. She sighed and made herself a cup of coffee. It was just a fluke.
As she sipped coffee, she thought about her son. He had said all the right things and kissed her in just the right way. It would be hard, but she would sit him down and end their little fling. It wasn't good for her to go fooling around on Fred. And it certainly wasn't healthy for an eighteen-year-old to make out with his own mother. Ending it was for the best. She'd be careful not to get drunk around Nick and not to join him alone in the basement.
The more she thought about how to end it, the more she thought about how she'd rubbed herself on his lap the night before. And then her thoughts wandered to that large-cocked man in her book. Soon, she was in the bathroom rubbing out another one. And, as she both hoped for and dreaded, she squirted all over the tile floor again.
When Nick got home from school, she followed through and broke the news to him. They were mother and son and couldn't continue. When she suggested that he find a new girlfriend, tears formed in his eyes, and he told her he was still too torn up about Jess. But Kate held firm. She was quite proud of herself. She sent him off to do homework.
After dinner, Nick asked her if she wanted to watch a movie. He thought he was so clever, but Kate outsmarted him. While Nick went into the basement to get the movie started, Kate went and dragged her husband down with her. Her son's eyes narrowed when he saw his father, and Nick stormed upstairs without a word. Nick had been so difficult over the last few years. Kate sat down and watched a movie with her husband. Although, she excused herself before it finished so she could sneak back to the bathroom and have one more gushing orgasm that day.
