“Fuck no, I love the cock,” she blurted out, and I rolled my eyes. “But, can you keep a secret?”
I looked in her eyes; a fire seemed to be slowly burning. I nodded.
She took a final swig of her drink. “I touched her pussy.”
“What?” I asked, leaning in.
She did the same. “I did! I touched her pussy when I was shaving her. It was so wild. I never thought I’d be in that position, but there I was, kneeling between Mom’s spread legs with my face inches from her cunt.” She put emphasis on the final word, as if enjoying the feel of it as it came of her mouth.
My heart began pounding as visions of my day dream came sweeping back.
She continued. “She didn’t seem to be too concerned about how close I was, or maybe she was, I don’t know. She just joked about how maybe she should get me some glasses. I laughed, but to be honest with you, I was captivated by the moment and it felt kinda like instinct or something that brought me so close.”
“Oh Jason, I could smell her,” Kelly said in a deep voice, her hands gripping the edges of the table. “It had that deep and heavy and sweet scent all at once. Kinda like sweat and honey, it’s tough to explain. I don’t know why, I felt my mouth water.”
This was getting deep. I could feel my neck pulse, with each beat of my heart as I leaned against the table with crossed arms.
“And you touched her?” I asked.
Kelly blinked slowly and nodded. “It wasn’t really intentional. I mean I didn’t mean to but it was the final pass, and I was swiping the blade over the hump of her mound. I was using my other hand to hold her tight so that it was as close a shave as possible. When I let go, my hand slipped down, right between her thighs and my fingertips slipped across her lips.”
Kelly’s chest was heaving.
“Mom’s breath caught in her mouth, as did mine. Her lips had parted for me; my middle finger had actually been inside her! It was only for a second, maybe even half of that, but it was enough time for both of us to know.”
My mouth felt dry. “So what did you do?” I asked.
She laughed. “Nothing. We both started mumbling, she said ‘Thank you’, I think, and I let her finish up the rest. I mean, part of me wasn’t really sure that it really happened. It wasn’t until I was walking away that I notices a tiny little strand of liquid clinging to my middle finger.”
She was looking at me now. Waiting for me to ask the next question.
“So, did you… what did you do?”
She smiled, eyes fixed on my own. “Are you asking if I licked it?”
I nodded.
She shook her head. “Mm-mm.” she said, and then her eyes sparkled with a mischievous twinkle. “It was pussy juice,” she said in a whisper. “I put it in my pussy.”
I stared at her, speechless, dumbfounded.
Kelly started laughing.
I shook my head. “You little…”
“God you are so easy sometimes,” she chuckled. I couldn’t recall the last time I had seen her so pleased with herself. She managed to compose herself. “That was fun,” she said, then shivered and started fanning herself with her hand. “Kinda got myself worked up there too. I mean look!” she said raising her arm, showing me the tiny bumps that prickled their way up and down her arm. She made no mention of the two little bumps now protruding from her breasts.