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Ally fell back onto the bed, trying to steady her breathing. The small white vibrator was still pulsing on her oversensitive clit. She had woken up this morning on her stomach, wet and grinding herself against the mattress. Even though she couldn't quite remember the details, she knew that the dream was of her and her mother.
Twice now, Ally and her mother had been...intimate? Had sex? Made love? Ally didn't know what to call it. She just knew that the second time left her wanting more, no matter how many times they each got off. She had spent the past two days in a constant state of arousal. Her mother had been busy with a cooking class throughout the day yesterday. Ally couldn't help but purposefully find a reason to be in the kitchen. She would pump milk and take her time labeling the bags before putting them in the freezer. She cleaned the dining room, completely dusted and swept, just so she could catch an occasional glance at her mother.
It seemed that her mother barely noticed her presence. Ally had been disappointed. Even at dinner, when her parent's good friends had come over, her mother made little talk with her. During cleanup, Ally watched her mother bending over and reaching up to put clean dishes away in various cabinets. Ally would lightly grind her pussy against the corner of the countertop, further torturing her own arousal. The way the pencil skirt her mother wore hugged her curves...it was too much. What's worse: Ally knew exactly what was underneath that material.
Replaying that particular memory, Ally found that she was already grinding against the vibrator again. Turning onto her stomach, Ally grabbed two pillows and stacked them one on top of the other. She straddled them and placed the vibrator inside the top pillow case. Carefully, Ally leaned forward, mounting the pillows and arranging herself so that the vibrating head was right against her sensitive clit. Grabbing onto the headboard, Ally began to slowly roll her hips forward and back. Every time she would lean forward, she would clench her thighs together. She looked down to watch her breasts slowly sway back and forth. With one hand still on the headboard, she moved the other to her mouth.
Gingerly, she sucked on each finger, savoring the wetness that pooled in her mouth. She remembered her mother's fingers in her mouth, the taste of Ally's own pussy dripping on her mother's small, manicured hand. With wet fingers, she brought them down to her right breast, lightly tracing the nipple, never changing pace in grinding the pillows and vibrator beneath her.
Her nipple hardened immediately. Using her index and middle finger, she slid them both up and down, right outside of the nipple, teasing and feeling the pure pleasure in that action. Occasionally, she would pinch her fingers together over the nipple and watch drops of milk come out. Several times she went back and forth between both nipples, switching hands. The hand on the headboard she used to brace herself when she rolled her hips forward and into the vibrator.
When she didn't think she could take anymore, Ally started to quicken her pace, grinding herself harder and faster, bracing both hands on the headboard and listening to her breasts slap against one another with each thrust. Closing her eyes and letting her head drop back, she thought about her mother's smaller breasts, the way they dropped down when she was on all four's, licking out Ally's pussy.
Ally's climax came, and even though it was a short-lived orgasm, it was still just as powerful. A moan escaped her lips as she pushed herself down onto the pillows, squeezing them between her thighs while the orgasm tapered off.
Her hands were shaking as she pulled the vibrator out from the pillowcase and shut it off. She placed it back in the top drawer of the nightstand and let herself fall forward. Her eyes fluttered close, and a content sigh was the last thing she remembered before she fell asleep.
Have you ever felt that feather-light feeling of something on your skin? It gives you goosebumps, as if someone was running a feather over you, lightly tickling your skin. That was what woke Ally from her sleep. The cobwebs in her brain took some time before registering that, yes, something was touching her back.
"Shhh, it's okay baby girl."
Ally turned her head to the other side, finding her mother, sitting on the bed next to Ally's back, lightly running her fingers up and down her spine. As often as Ally had been fantasizing about it, and as often as she had silently begged for her mother to touch her, Ally couldn't help the pause in her response. It all felt new to Ally; yet, it also felt incredibly right...normal even. As the fog lifted from her brain, Ally felt her face grow hot. She looked up at her mother's smiling face. "Mom, um, how long have you been in here?"
Her mother smiled, bent down and kissed Ally on the cheek tenderly, lightly brushing her lips up to Ally's ear. "I came in right about the time you had your fingers in that beautiful mouth, sweetheart."
Ally thought she might feel embarrassed, but she was aroused. Her mother's lips were still against her ear, and Ally felt her mother's hair escape down to brush against Ally's neck. Her mother's tongue quickly came out and swept across her earlobe. All too soon, the warm wetness turned cool as her mother brought herself back to a sitting position.
