*All characters in this story are 18+*
Never in my wildest fantasies did I think I would end up in this place, holding my mom's head as she eagerly eats my pussy. But what I'm about to tell you happened so naturally that maybe I should have seen it coming.
My name is Jenny. My mom, Carla, and I are like Rory and Lorelai Gilmore on that old TV show. Mom had me when she was just 18. We've lived on our own, just the two if us, ever since. Close is an understatement. We have the same looks and the same tastes in - well - everything!
We're both blonde, athletic, and at 5'5", and around 110 pounds. I'm a 34 C cup and I'm pretty sure my mom has a similar bust. One of the few differences between Mom and me are clothes. I'm in school so I tend to dress more casually where she often wears fancier and more revealing attire - even to work.
I've always thought my mom was super cute and wondered why she hadn't met any guys she liked. When I ask she just always says "I've got all I need, Jenny!" And that was that.
None of this would have happened had it not been for Trevor. He was my first and probably last guy. We had sex at a party - my first time just after I turned 18 - and it was pretty awful. Both of us were drunk and awkward. He was older and more experienced. I pretty much felt nothing. After that party I pushed down my sexual desires for months, and I did a good job, for the most part.
It all changed a couple of years later after I'd turned 20. I got the mail one day after work and on top was a catalog for some pretty sexy lingerie. I found myself staring at the cover model in a very low cut and see-through bra. The panties were so thin and tight that I could clearly see the coffee bean-like shape of her pussy beneath. I felt curious, and maybe something more. Mom was at work so I snuck into her closet. Sure enough, one of the side drawers contained lingerie obviously purchased from this very catalogue. For some reason curiosity got the best of me and I picked out a pink set of one the more sexy bras and panties, taking them back to my room.
Standing in front of the mirror, wearing my mom's underthings, made me feel strange, but in a good way. I liked the curves in my body and noticed how my nipples showed through the lacy bra. I found myself wondering what my mom felt like when she wore these. I could tell those long suppressed sexual feelings were coming back - strongly. I gently caressed my left areola and nipple and watched my tit stand up under the touch.
The feeling of electricity that shot through my body made me shudder. I squeezed both my nipples and actually felt weak with the pleasure. I suddenly felt a dampness between my legs. I quickly pulled off mom's panties but noticed they were already pretty damp. As I gazed at myself I saw the top of my slit, under a small patch of blonde pubic hair, glistening with moisture. I was getting turned on for the first time in a long time.
I sat back on my bed and picked up the catalogue again. I flipped through the pages but kept coming back to the model from the cover. She was in a bunch of very sexy lingerie throughout. Honestly, she reminded me of my own mother, and myself. That naughty thought oddly made me even more excited. I reached down and just barely touched the lips of my labia with two fingers. I was so wet that my juices dripped onto the sheets. I slowly moved my fingers up and down my slit as I looked at the models. My hips started to move up and down and my breathing quickened.
I had never masturbated before, and certainly not about my own mother, but I was getting lost in the feelings. Suddenly I heard a noise. The garage door. Mom was home.
I threw on panties, a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, grabbed the catalogue and mom's underwear and rushed into her room. I barely got the underwear back in her drawer when she came in. She had a very quizzical look on her face.
"What's going on, Jenny?" she said. "What're you doing in my room?"
"Just leaving your mail, Mom," I said quickly, handing her the catalogue. "That's quite the catalogue you got."
Mom laughed. "Oh you like it, do you? Feel free to browse - though I know that's not really your style." She gave me a funny look as she passed me and began pushing the door closed. "Be out in a while and we'll have dinner," she said. "I'm going to shower and relax a bit."
"Okay," I said. "I'm going to the store."
I don't know why I said that - panic I guess. I didn't think she suspected anything so instead of going out I slunk back to my room. Laying on my bed I couldn't get rid of the images in my mind, and the feeling between my legs. Why was I fantasizing about my mom in lingerie?
I listened to the water running in her bathroom. My mind started wandering to her naked in the shower, soaping up her breasts and her nipples and letting the hot water cascade between her legs. That itching, wet feeling started up again and before I knew it I was starting to rub my vagina again. It felt great and horrible.
I pulled my hand away and closed my eyes - trying to take my mind off these thoughts.
I was just drifting off to sleep when a soft whimpering sound came through the walls. I really wasn't sure what it was or exactly where it was coming from so I got up and leaned out the window - it wasn't coming from outside.
I opened my door and stepped into the hall and heard it a little more clearly. A low moan, a quick breath, a soft cry, a grunt and more breaths - building in intensity. I moved closer to the sound - it was coming through my mom's door. What was she doing?
I very quietly turned the knob and peeked in. Mom's bed was to my right and behind a wall but on a mirror facing me I could see it all - my mom on the bed, her legs open, exposing her pussy. Her labia was swollen and dripping wet. One hand worked back and forth on that wetness with speed and a light touch. Her areola were little mounds and her nipples erect and stiff as she squeezed each one in turn with her other hand. Her head was thrown back and her hips thrust up and down, up and down.
As her breathing quickened and she appeared to near an orgasm I noticed something else - the pink panties I'd wetted with my pussy juices sat on her chest. She lifted the panties to her nose and breathed in. Immediately her legs began to tremble and her back arched as she screamed in joy.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing - my own mother bringing herself to an orgasm with panties I'd worn. She thought I was gone so obviously felt free to please herself. I was completely turned on. But what to do now?
As the orgasm subsided I suddenly felt very self conscious. I was about to softly close the door and pretend this had never happened when she opened her eyes and looked directly at me in the mirror.
I was paralyzed. What was she thinking of me - her perverted daughter spying on her in a very intimate moment? I didn't have long to wait.
"Come on in, Jenny," she said as she pulled on a silky robe.
"Mom, I'm so sorry!" I said, pushing the door open and stepping into the room.
I was ashamed to even face her so I just looked down.
"I thought you were gone," she said softly. No anger so far - that was a good sign.
"I, uh," I started. "I got tired so I was resting in my room. I didn't mean to intrude."
"It's okay," she said gently. "Jenny, really. It's okay. Come over here and sit with me."
I obeyed, lifting my head to see her smile. She scooted over on the bed to make room for me. I sat beside her as she took my hand in hers. I just looked down.
"Yes, it was a private time for me, but in a way I'm glad you saw me."
"Glad?"
"Uh huh," she said, removing her hands and pulling my face to look at her.
"Jenny, I know things have been pretty rough for you since Trevor."
"Oh Mom!" I said, rolling my eyes.
"No, listen to me. A girl your age should be enjoying every part of life, especially the joys of intimacy. But you've shut that part of you off and it's just not healthy. Maybe seeing me might encourage you to explore your own sexual side again."
Mom was right, I guess. I had just experienced that re-awakening. But should I admit why? I decided to take a chance.
"What is it?" Mom asked.
"I, I think you're right," I said finally, looking up into her eyes. "I've got a confession to make."
"I'm all ears, baby," she said with another smile.
"Well," I stammered, "something stirred in me when I looked at that catalogue and saw that woman dressed in nearly nothing, and I, um," I said looking down again.
"It's okay, Jenny. You can tell me," she said.
"I got curious about what it might feel like to dress sexy like you so I snuck in here and tried on your panties and bra."
A look of recognition crossed her face. "I know," she said.
"You knew?" I said.
"I thought perhaps that was what was going on, and again, it's okay. In fact, it's more than okay."
"But Mom, you don't know what I did."
