“We both met in her room and I started by telling her to lift her skirt. When I say that she has a beautiful pussy, I mean it. It was like a peach with just a small tuft of hair above her slit. And it looked so clean that you could eat off it. I don’t consider myself a lesbian, but I’m certainly liked what I saw.
“We continued by naming the parts and then I lifted my skirt and told her to follow what I was doing. We both took our three fingers and rubbed them on our mounds for a couple of minutes to warm up, then I told her to find her clit by moving the folds and pressing on the tender spot in the middle. She told me that that was the problem. She could never find it, and hence she could never finish without help. I told her that I would guide her through it and she started to search. She was so rough on her folds that I wasn’t surprised she couldn’t find it. I put my hand up in a stop motion and knelt down in front of her. I licked my index finger and gently started probing her. I made sure to push a little harder on the spot where I thought it was in order to coax it out. Then, all of a sudden, it came out. She looked down in amazement and thanked me. We kept on talking about different ways to get off, but her pussy was so nice, I had to keep on rubbing her. When I mentioned doing it myself on the washer, she exploded like she never had before. She clamped her thighs around my hand and moaned, ‘mommie, mommie.’ We both kissed and I left her to her new toy.”
Mom could tell that I was just on the cusp of orgasm so she tightened and quickened her pace. “Do you like that? Do you like mommie’s stories? Do you wanna hear about how I fingered your sister for the first time? Mommie loves your cock. Mommie loves to make you cum.”
And cum I did. This time she was more prepared and she caught it all on her face and hair. She even moaned as if she had just had an orgasm herself. It then occurred to me that she might want a little help too, but before I could mention it she left the room with a “goodnight sweetie.”
The next week went by as the last had. Not much talk about it, but then when Sunday rolled around I could tell that she was getting ready. She came out at breakfast wearing a very tight tube top and short shorts. Her ass looked so spankable and her tits looked like they were about to rip through and attack me. I was wishing that they would.
During breakfast, I kept glancing at them and she started to notice.
“Is there something wrong?”
“Not really mom. Not anything wrong.”
“You are a little distracted it seems.” She looked down at her bust and smirked.
“Well, mom, you agreed that it was ok to look right?”
“Yes I did. But it would be more polite to ask me, don’t you think?”
“OK, mom, is it OK if I look at your breasts?” I asked in a sarcastic tone underestimating her little game.
She placed her hands over her mammaries and rubbed them. “Oh, you mean, my boobs?”
“Yes, mom, your boobs.”
“You’re telling me you like looking at mommie’s tits?”
“Yes mom. I do.”
“Ok, then, it’s ok if you do. However, I want you to do something for me.”