She was so tired of being treated like a child! At eighteen, she felt and looked like a real woman. Staring at herself in the mirror, she observed her face; slender and smooth with big brown eyes set just far enough apart. A petite nose sat, just right, above her full, pouty lips. Long and slender, her neck swept into her muscular shoulders.
She reached up and slowly slid her bra strap off, first one shoulder, then the other. Peeling the satiny material down little by little, she exposed her larger than average breasts to her examining gaze. As the material reluctantly released her plumpness, she watched in fascination while her nipples swelled in the sudden coolness of the room. Gently, she reached out her fingertip and traced little circles around the burgeoning buds. Instantly she felt a tightness grip her insides. She widened the circles and added fingers to her effort. The tightness increased. A soft moan escaped her lips. Suddenly she clutched her breasts and squeezed, massaging them.
Letting her hands slip, she traced her way down her youthful stomach and felt the hard ridges of her abs. All those sit-ups and wind sprints at basketball were paying off. She slid quickly out of her sweats taking her underwear with them. Standing naked in front of the mirror, she felt power and strength in her body, a vitality that made her glow with confidence. She knew she was beautiful; had felt the stares of men and women alike wherever she went. She liked the feeling it gave her.
Quickly she move to her door and peaked through it into the hallway. Dad wasn't home from work yet. Silently she slipped out the door and padded barefoot to his bedroom. He had left everything exactly like it was when her mom had died in the car accident 4 years earlier. She liked to come into his room and root through her stuff while he was at work. That was how she had found mom's little secret in the nightstand drawer by the bed.
She went for this now, lying down in his bed. Already she could feel herself getting slick. The soft rubber hummed quietly as she twisted the knob on the end. She gently slid it down her check, rubbing it across her lips. Her little pink tongue darted out and licked the end, tasting the saltiness still found there. She imagined what the real thing would be like to kiss. Drawing it down her body, she squeezed it between her breasts, feeling it work. She circled her nipples, again, this time letting the vibrations stimulate them to fullness. She felt an ache in her loins. She let the machine slide down her body until it rested on the downy fluff of her pubes. The rumble coursed through her bones. Her tongue licked her lips, wetting them. She slid the artificial member between her legs, rubbing it up and down her wetness. Not waiting any longer, she pushed it into her tight opening. It resisted. She pushed harder, her longing and need forcing it into her youth. It slipped in. She paused, adjusting, and then pushed again. It slid reluctantly into her, a little at a time. When it was about a third of the way in, she started to orgasm, clamping down on the instrument of pleasure. The vibrations filled her and she cried out. Her breasts bounced around as she shook. She pushed harder. And harder. Again and again. Drawing it out and shoving it back in. Again and again. Her pussy vibrated and clamped hard on the dildo and her hands grew slick with her wetness. She started to scream as rubber dick filled her little pussy. A thin sheen of perspiration covered her body, and she carefully slipped her mothers best friend back into its hiding place and padded off to her shower; more content, but still hungry.
Pete could not believe what he had just seen and heard. He was standing in his bathroom, the door slightly ajar, when a noise attracted his attention. He caught a glimpse of Donna coming into his room naked. He watched her through the crack in the door, go to his wife's nightstand and pull out her vibrating cock. In stunned silence, he watched his daughter masturbate in his bed. Her big tits topped by hard red nipples jiggling as she thrust the dildo in and out of her sopping pussy. Her eyes squeezed shut and thick lips slightly parted; her little tongue darting in and out of her mouth accompanied by little screams and moans. She worked herself over like a pro, the hard shaft a blur in her busy little fingers. A last couple of frenzied thrusts brought her round hips up off the bed, spasming her stomach muscles; her chest and neck turning bright red and her mouth opening in a silent scream. She laid quietly for a minute or two before pulling the cock out of herself with a wet sploop.
