The next Sunday I was just dying with anticipation. The whole day, there was nothing I could think about or do that would distract me from thinking about what was going to happen. At least, I was hoping that something would happen again. I was afraid to push it, but I wanted it so bad.
My mother went to the kitchen to get some beer and wine for us and I took the video out of the box. I placed it in the machine and lay down in my usual spot. However, instead of taking her usual place, my mother sat right next to me and snuggled in. Then, much to me relief, a few minutes after the movie started, she just reached into my boxers and pulled out my semi flaccid cock. It didn’t take long for it to get throbbing hard. Mom just continued her relaxed playful pace that she started with last night. She always seemed to stimulate me just enough to keep me right on the edge, but she never pushed me or got vigorous.
My mother looked slightly bored with the movie and looked up at me with a playful eye. “Did I ever tell you about the time I caught your sister masturbating?”
“No, mom. Tell me.”
“Well, this was a few years ago back during the time that your sister took that two year break between high school and college. I came home early from work one day, and I found her down in the laundry room. From behind it looked as if she was just leaning on the washer, but as I got closer, I could tell that she had the edge of the washer wedged into her crotch and she was leaning on it with her vagina. She couldn’t hear me approach because of all the noise of the spin cycle. She started to moan as I got closer and that’s when I was sure that she wasn’t just playing around. I stood behind her as her orgasm passed over her. She shuddered and thrust against the machine and then lowered her head as she let go.”
“Wow, mom, what did you say to her?”
“Well, I couldn’t very well blame her for doing something that I had done many times myself. I just backed out quietly.”
“You do that…on the washing machine?”
“That’s why our clothes are so clean.” We both giggled.
“That’s kinda hot mom.”
“Do you like hearing about your sister?”
“Yeah, I guess I do. This is really exciting me.”
“Well, I think I could think of some more stories, if I can just remember.” She looked up at the ceiling. “Who do you want stories on? I got the dirt on everybody.”
“I don’t know. Do you have any more about Lisa?” Lisa is my sister.
“Yes, as a matter of fact I do.”
This couldn’t have been any better. Here I was getting a hand job and hearing stories about my hot sister.
“Well, I can start off with the fact that your sister has the most beautiful vagina.” She looked to see the reaction on my face from this revelation. “Do you want to know how I know this?”
“Yes, definitely.”
“Well, this was a while ago too. In fact, it was just a couple of weeks after the washer incident. I was worried about Lisa and just how she was dealing with sex. I hopped that her sexual experience was not limited to appliances. After getting the courage to talk to her, I asked her point blank if she was still a virgin. She said that she was and that she didn’t plan on having sex any time soon. It was then that I told her that it was OK for her to masturbate. I didn’t tell her that I had caught her at it before; I just left that incident alone. She looked concerned and I asked her what was wrong. She started to explain that she didn’t know how to do it properly. When I asked her what she meant, she told me that she didn’t know how to do it with her hand. She looked so guilty and sad, but it really was nothing bad. So, I asked her how she was doing it and she told me about the spin cycle and her ‘washer routine.’ Wanting to make her feel better, I listed other ways that she could do it and that it was all just fine as long as she liked it. She seemed to feel better, but I knew that I could get her to feel more comfortable with it if I tried something completely taboo. I asked her if she would like a lesson. She nodded slowly and I told her that to start off we would both need to put on skirts just in case someone came home, they wouldn’t see us both naked together. I don’t know what your father would have thought of that.