Mom and I were sitting at the kitchen table, eating the last couple pieces of week-old birthday cake and talking about boys and stuff.
"Sweetheart," she said, licking buttercream frosting from her fork, "there's something I've been meaning to ask you."
"Shoot."
"Do you like to masturbate?"
I burst out laughing. "Well, shit, Mom, I love it! Who doesn't?"
In our family, we have no secrets. We like to have frank and honest conversations about everything, always have. We like putting everything out there in the open. It's been nice, I think, even though some of my friends don't always seem to understand it.
"Mom, I'm 18. I've been playing with my pussy for years." I really did enjoy it, a lot. Especially for the last month or so, I think my frequency had really increased, as well as my enjoyment each time.
I put another forkful of cake in my mouth. She regarded me for a moment, watching my lips close around the bite. Then she smiled, her eyes half-lidded.
"I'd like to watch you do it, Kirsty," she said.
Now, that did surprise me a little. I swallowed, and shrugged. "You can watch me whenever you like, Mom," I said.
She put down her fork. "No time like the present."
I raised my eyebrows as she calmly stood up.
"Let's go to your room, dear," she said. "That seems like the perfect place for you to put on a little masturbation show."
I didn't even stop to think about it. I was pretty much constantly horny, especially lately. I just got up and started walking, as instructed.
As soon as we were in my room, I took off all my clothes. My mother complimented my appearance warmly, and it made me feel so good. I was in good shape, I felt, and I'd filled out with some nice curves over the last year. I'd let my dark hair grow long and had started keeping my 'secret garden' trimmed short.
I knew I looked good, but still, the way Mom gazed at my nude form sent flutters through my tummy - and especially through my cunt.
That first masturbation show was simple enough. I just did what came naturally. I laid back on my big bed and spread my legs, playing with my slit until my juices were flowing. For a long time, I kept my eyes closed, or focused on the ceiling, since I didn't know how to look at Mom and focus on what I was doing at the same time. I just pretended I was alone, and after a while, I was rocking from side to side, rolling around in the sheets, pinching my nipples and stroking my clit with soaking fingers. I clamped my thighs tight together, jammed two fingers inside my pussy and pounded my aching cunt as I punished my clit with the other hand, and then - just as I was getting close - I looked right at my mom.
She was smiling at me, so warmly and lovingly and ... hungrily ... and that made me feel so good, I went over the edge, thrashing around on my bed in a delicious orgasm. I licked my fingers, once I could catch my breath, and just smiled back at her.
After that day, I started playing with myself in front of my mother regularly. Gradually, she began to participate. She would lightly stroke my body with her fingertips, then she moved on to kissing my breasts and flicking her tongue over my swollen nipples, while I fingerbanged my sopping pussy. It added so much, and it was so much fun!
One day, right when I was in the middle of doing a masturbation show - my legs spread wide so she could really see the glistening juices dripping from my puss (she seemed to sit a little closer each time) - Mom asked if I'd mind having my father watch me play with myself sometime.
"I've told him all about what you've been doing," she said, her eyes mesmerized by my fingers strumming on my hard clit, "and he'd really like to watch you perform."
My pussy was just about to erupt. "I think I'd like that ... a lot Mom ..." I gasped out as my hips thrust again and again toward my fingers.
"I'll be sure and tell him just that, dear," she said, just like that - and my legs slammed shut around my wrist and my cunt exploded into what felt like a double orgasm that kept me squirming and moaning on the bed for some time.
So, yes. I started playing with myself in front of my father. That first time, Mom sat him down next to her, and they watched me together. They held hands for a bit, complimenting my form, my technique, in almost reverential tones. They ooh'd and aaah'd, and when I came, they laughed and clapped, like I was giving a third grade recital!
But after that, Dad started asking to see me alone. It was different, when it was just the two of us. Masturbating in front of my father was even more exciting to me than doing it in front of my mom. It made me lose ALL control, and my body seemed to become extra sensitive. Just the feel of the bedspread against my naked skin would send sparks through me!
And my father was a lot more ... aggressive with me than mom. He became bolder almost immediately. As I performed for him, he would grope my entire body with his strong hands, sometimes roughly, sometimes gently. When he kissed me, he stuck his tongue in my mouth! Mom had never done that!
So, I was getting myself off daily, sometimes more than once in a day: sometimes for both together, sometimes private shows with just Mom, or just Daddy, and all that just made me feel so special. We didn't always do it on my bed anymore, either. Sometimes I would masturbate on the couch in the living room - and why not? - and a couple times, feeling very special indeed, I orgasmed on their king-size bed!
Some weeks, I felt like I was playing with my pussy almost non-stop. But I didn't really mind. I was constantly horny!
Even so, sometimes ... well, it felt like there was still something missing ... something I was chasing, that I needed but hadn't found yet ... no matter how good the orgasms were ...
And they were, they were so good. Like, the first time my father licked my nipples, it felt so, so good. I just about lost my mind.
The second time he did it, I took my hand away from my crotch and sort of scootched my body around to point my cunt at him, humping my pussy at the air. I suddenly really wanted to know how it would feel for him to lick me there!!
"Your pussy looks like it's probably very tasty," he growled as I squirmed, his fingers and tongue making my nipples dance.
"Go ahead and find out for sure, Daddy," I moaned. "Lick it. Please."
In a flash, his mouth was on my pussy, and I thought I'd lose it for sure when he started lapping at it. A long groan dribbled out of my mouth, and my hands landed on the back of his head, pulling him into me, while my bare feet skittered frantically across the bed at all angles!
And when his tongue went up inside of me, flickering at my clit first and then probing deep, I started going off in a big way. He sucked on my clit, scraping it across his teeth, and I could actually feel a second orgasm crashing into the first, which hadn't finished yet, and the orgasms flowed out of me and were ripped from me, all at once, and it felt like every molecule in my body was exploding with pleasure.
When it was all over, I just lay there, my body still trembling. "What a good girl," he murmured, running his fingers over my taut, fluttering tummy.
