Gilmore Girlfriends

It all started innocently enough. If I’d have known that it was going to lead to me becoming my Mom’s sex toy I’d have… well I’d have done exactly the same.

Mom’s work had decided to have a big formal dinner at a swish new restaurant and club; partners invited. Except Mom had one problem; she was going through a dry spell sex wise. I tried my best to help and came up with a list of eligible men who Mom might want to invite. She’s is way too fussy; they were too fat, too thin, too old, too young, too married, not married because the State doesn’t allow gay marriages.

Eventually I put down the list after Mom had turned down my final suggestion of the Trash Collector, "He’s got a nice smile, but his paunch is so big I think he might be pregnant."

I admit I was stumped. It looked like Mom would have to go on her own. Hopefully, there are enough couples that she’d only have to be the spare wheel for ten minutes with each of them. Mom was desperately trying to avoid that fate; as she had told me there’s not much worse than the pitying looks people in pairs give someone sitting on their lonesome.

"There’s nothing for it," she suddenly said, "you’ll have to come to keep me company."

I whined and pleaded. It was a Friday night; I wanted to be with my friends; everyone there would be ancient. None of it did any good. When Mom gets what she thinks is a good idea even a nuclear holocaust won’t put her off. Still, at least I managed to talk her into getting me a new dress and allowing me to have a few drinks with my meal.

*

I sat in the living room waiting for Mom to come down. Outside the cab honked it’s horn again. I could hear Mom opening the bathroom mirror and shouting down, "We’ll just be a minute," before slamming the window shut.

A few minutes later she came downstairs. She looked divine. She had styled her hair so fashionably she could have passed for a teenager. She gave me a quick curtsey and smile; the ruby red lipstick lit up her face.

"Are you ready?" she said. Her black dress was cut short at the sides, exposing her calves as she walked. It was also cut in such a way at the top that it exposed enough cleavage to be daringly sexy, without descending into sluttishness. I followed her out. Her high heels were designed to both accent the shape of her legs and to give her hips that light swing that men staring at a woman’s ass love.

There was no doubt about it. Mom was on the pull. I groaned inwardly. That meant I’d be sitting at my own at the table whilst Mom chatted to any single man who a) showed interest and b) had teeth. And I’m not sure if she was that fussed about option b).

The less said about that night the better. As I suspected after the meal Mom had started doing the rounds of anything wearing trousers. I sat at the table on my own, continually filling my wineglass. Now, I’ve had a few drinks before. Mom isn’t one of these totally up-tight women who won’t let their kids touch a drop until they’re twenty-one. But when Mom and I open a bottle of wine I’m only allowed it in moderation – I don’t think I’ve ever drunk more than one and half small glasses.

As I was sitting there on my own, not talking to anyone, no one could tell how drunk I was getting. And that included me. I noticed that people had got up from their tables and were dancing politely to the crooner on stage. In my state I decided that not only would it be a good idea to join them, but that I should liven up the sedentary with a Highland Fling.

Which is how seconds later I found myself sitting on my ass, with everyone in the place looking at my panties. I sat there stupefied for a moment and then I felt someone hands on my arm, lightly tugging me up.

"Okay Rory," said Mom, "We better get you home."

The night air did nothing for my drunkenness and I was still well gone when the cab driver pulled up outside our house. Mom struggled for a few seconds to put the key in the lock, as I struggled to stay upright. Even as I looked at Mom I swear I could see her titties wobbling and expanding. They were a damn fine pair, and I wondered why I’d never noticed that whilst sober.

You think going ass over tip I’d have done my share of stupid things for the evening. I obviously hadn’t…

Mom opened the door and turned to me. And that’s when I threw myself at her and not in a tackle to the ground type of throw either. I literally jumped into her arms and wrapped my legs round her back, all I can say is lucky Mom is stronger than she looks or I’d have bounced my ass on the ground for the second time that night.

My lips pushed against hers and I squeezed tight. I could see Mom’s face and it wasn’t the look I got when I kissed a boy. She dropped me to the ground, none to gently and took my wrist before I could leap again. Actually I wasn’t going to… I already felt pretty stupid and also the front yard seemed to have decided to take off.

"Let’s get you to bed, young lady," said Mom.

With Mom’s help I tottered to my room. It whizzed around like a whirlpool and it took a lot of effort to make the bed stay still long enough for me to fall face down on it.

And that’s all I remember.

*

I don’t think teenagers would drink alcohol if anyone properly explained what a hangover is like. When I came too my mouth was like the Sahara desert. I’d have got up and got myself a drink of water, if it wasn’t that every time I moved someone drilled into my skull.

I lay there weakly as the memories started to come back. As if being ill wasn’t enough I’d thrown myself at my Mom like I was a cheap three-penny hooker. I opened my eyes and saw the dress I had been wearing folded over my chair. Mom had stripped me to my bra and panties before letting me sleep it off.

Eventually my head felt like it was only an elephant walking through it rather than a herd and I hoisted myself out of bed. I slipped into a robe and staggered downstairs.

Mom was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the paper. She looked up as I came in.

"How are you feeling?" she smiled and poured me some juice. I gratefully gulped it down and then drank the refill, anything to avoid having to talk to Mom.

I couldn’t avoid it however, "Mom, about last night…"

She interrupted me, "Don’t worry; we all do things when we’re drunk. And I guess anything I do won’t be as bad as your hangover."

She was damn right there.

"And Rory," she gave me a teasing smile, "If you’re going to make out with someone best to use a little tongue."

*

I thought it had ended there. Very drunken daughter makes a clumsy pass at Mom, Mom brushes her off and daughter sobers up and thinks, ‘I’m an idiot.’ Of course it wasn’t the end, not even close…

A few weeks later Mom got a promotion and with it a hefty pay rise. On Friday, two weeks to the day since my drunken escapade, we went out to celebrate; just the two of us. It was the first time I’d touched alcohol since then. Sharing a bottle with Mom my intake was much more modest, though we were both pleasantly tipsy when we left to walk home.

Our inhibitions had been lowered and as we started to walk home arm in arm our conversation became much smuttier. It started with me telling Mom about the boys I’d kissed. Then she described how I’d been conceived – in graphic detail. I upped the ante by describing how I’d like to finger myself in the shower. Mom still beat me by describing how she had a dildo in her bedside drawer, with which she frequently pleasured herself.

When we got home Mom poured us both a large helping of wine and we sat cross-legged on the sofa.

"So," said Mom, "what did the boys think about your kissing skills?"

"Mommm…. I don’t know. I enjoyed it though."

"Well as they didn’t come back for more I guess they didn’t," Mom said and I hoped she was being more blunt than she intended.

I don’t think she was as after she taken a gulp of wine, she continued, "And that’s because, Rory, you’re kissing is terrible."

I blushed as Mom gave a critique based on her very limited experience of me when drunk.

Finally I managed to butt in, "Fine; show me how’s it done," I said.

She took another gulp of wine and stood up, "Okay then. Come here."

I stood in front of her. Mom put her arms on my shoulders and put her hands together round the back of my neck. She pulled me closer and then gave me a peck on the lips.

"That’s…" I was about to say ‘useless’, but I didn’t get a chance as Mom’s lips touched mine again. Except this time she opened them slightly so they rubbed against mine, giving me a little tingle. I followed her example and opened my mouth slightly.

We practised like that for a short while and then Mom moved into ‘kissing stage three’. Her tongue slid from beneath her lips and pushed mine further apart so that it slid into my mouth. I almost choked in shock, but not quiet. I had to admit that feeling Mom’s tongue inside me wasn’t unpleasant. In fact it was giving me a very funny feeling in my pussy. Making out with Mom was turning me on.

"Like it?" Mom asked.

That would be an under-reaction I felt, but I’m a typical stroppy teenager, so all I managed was, "It wasn’t bad."

Mom arched an eyebrow at me. I had the grace to blush.

"Well we better try some more," said Mom and came in again.

This time I knew what was coming and so responded naturally. My tongue clamped against Mom’s and we both fought to control each other’s mouths.

Then Mom’s unclasped her hands. I wondered if this was a hint that the lesson was over, but Mom’s enthusiastic tongue movements told me it wasn’t. I discovered what she was doing with her hands when I felt the tip of her fingers slide in the top of my jeans. I momentarily cursed the tightness as Mom’s fingers jammed in at the top.

Mom did break then, "If you unbutton it’ll help," she instructed and then resumed making out with me.

I did as I was told and with one hand unbuttoned my jeans. I expected Mom’s hand to nestle on top of my panties, which would have been further than I’d been with any boy. She didn’t. Her hands slid beneath the denim and then beneath my cotton knickers, so that I could feel her hands rubbing on the flesh of my butt cheeks.

I knew this shouldn’t turn me on. After all we were only practising, I told myself. But at the same time those feelings in my loins were getting stronger, more than any other time.

I knew I had to break the kiss and by a supreme act of willpower did so. I looked at Mom, she was breathing heavily, her tits heaving as she did so. Her face was red, but with pleasure not shame.

Her hand came up and brushed my cheek, "You’re beautiful," she whispered.

And my willpower left me as I looked into her eyes and replied, "So are you."

"Rory, would you lick me out?" asked Mom as naturally as if she was asking me to take out the trash.

"Sure, Mom," I replied calmly. In truth I was terrified. A few of the girls at school had told me what it was like to have oral sex, but they hadn’t told me how to do it. I guessed I’d just have to make it up as I went along. After all, I reasoned as I knelt down in front of Mom, how hard can it be.

Mom had undone her jeans for me. I gripped the hem and pulled them down to Mom’s ankles, allowing her to step out of them. In front of me I could see Mom’s white panties. I gripped the elastic, aware that if I pulled them down I was going to pass over an invisible line. My hesitation only lasted for a moment.

It had been several years since I’d seen Mom’s cunt, when I accidentally wandered in when she was having a bath. Then she had a very hairy beaver, but sometime since then she must have decided to go Brazilian as the slit which was in front of my eyes was a smooth as marble. I waited nervously whilst Mom stepped out of her panties.

Before I could start Mom spoke again, "Rory; don’t go straight in. Start with some licking and teasing round the edge."

I nodded and licked my lips. They were dry with tension. I moved closer, my nostrils inhaling the musky aroma that was coming from Mom’s pussy. I could see a trickle of jizz on lips and I slid my tongue over it to lap it up. There was too little to taste, but I could hear Mom give a moan, "Rory," she murmured.

I repeated the movement and again there was a satisfied sound from Mom. I pursed my lips and kissed the flesh beside the pussy, moving out my tongue and rubbing it against the smooth skin. I felt Mom’s hand lightly on my shoulder as she shuddered under my touch.

With Mom pleased reactions I began to grow more confident and I began to run my tongue all around her pussy lips, until they were covered both in my spittle and her cum

"Oh…. Oh…. Put it in now, please, lick me out," Mom sobbed. Her hands were gripping my shoulders more tightly, squeezing her fingers into my flesh, so I did as she asked.

As soon as my tongue entered her wet twat I could taste her juice. It fizzed against my tongue and as I lapped it entered my throat and splashed against my tonsils. I rolled about trying to find Mom’s clit. A hard bit of skin and a shriek from Mom told me when I found it.

I rammed my tongue into it. With each dart I could feel Mom quivering in pleasure, with each vibration growing in intensity as I worked her towards orgasm. A deluge of Mom cum entered my mouth as she came. Her hands let go off my shoulders as she exploded like a live wire.

"Rory, Rory, ohhhh fuck, Rory."

I looked up at her, aware that I was blushing bright red. Mom looked down at me, "Rory, that was… that was awesome."

I stood up, suddenly aware of what I’d done, "Yeah Mom. I’m tired. I’ll see you tomorrow."

I fled to my bedroom.

*

I struggled to sleep that night – not even my normal relaxation wank could help. In fact it made it worse, as all I could think about as my finger slid into my hole was Mom’s pussy. When I did manage to finally nod off my dreams were erotic, but disturbing, visions of Mom and I, intertwined and sweaty.

The sun was streaming through the crack in my curtains by the time I awoke. It wasn’t the light playing over my face that had woken me.

"Morning," said Mom, "How’s my slutty daughter?"

She was sitting on my bed, wearing a tiny nightie. I guessed it must have been new, as I’d have noticed if my Mom wandered around the house in a piece of see-through material that barely reached below her belly button. I blushed – the memories of the last night were still fresh.

"I’m not slutty," I whined – though the evidence in my defence wasn’t strong.

"You munched pussy on a first date," countered Mom.

"It wasn’t a date…" I replied.

"Even sluttier," responded Mom. Then she pulled back the bedclothes and climbed into bed beside me.

For a moment my sleep befuddled brain wondered whether I should tell her to leave. Fortunately, her mouth enclosed mine and stopped me saying something I might later regret. Mom wriggled about and ended up lying on top of me. Her large tits crushed down and I could feel the hardness of her teats, through the thin material.

We slurped away greedily at each other mouths for a few minutes, before I felt her hand moving down and pulling up the hem of my T-shirt. I didn’t wear panties at night so there were no further obstacles to Mom as she started to push a finger into my slit.

I gasped and broke the kiss, "Mom, what…"

She smiled at me, "I’m about to give you an orgasm."

I lay back and Mom’s mouth closed onto my neck, which she began to kiss and lick in time with the thrusts of her finger. I let out a moan as her finger banged against my clit.

"Oh, Oh, Oh, Mom," I muttered into her ear.

Her digit prodded away. I could feel a growing dampness in my pussy spread down into my thighs. Having someone else finger me, even my own Mom, was much better than doing it myself I decided. The hot flush coursing through my body made my toes curl in pleasure and I let out another groan.

I was building up. Mom sensed how near I was and began to thrust faster. I let go a shriek of joy as the mind-blowing orgasm almost shattered me like a mirror.

Mom withdrew her finger and put it in her mouth. She sucked away my juices with the seductiveness of a naughty schoolgirl feasting on a lollipop.

"How would you like a treat?" she asked.

"You mean that wasn’t?"

She laughed, "No… well yes it was. But I meant how would you like breakfast in bed?"

Normally the only time I ate in bed was when I was ill and then it was normally nothing more than some dry toast and orange juice. It seemed like this was going to be a strange weekend. I nodded, "That’d be great Mom."



She slipped out of my bed, "Okay let me go and rustle something up – on one condition."

"What’s that?"

"You better be totally naked when I come back."

I think I was out of my night clothes even before Mom had left the room.

It didn’t take her long to return with breakfast. However, it wasn’t the waffles that held my attention, but the fact she slipped on a large strap-on. It bounced as she walked in and I looked at it with rapt attention – ten inches of rubber dong has that impact on a sixteen-year-old I guess.

Mom put down the breakfast tray on the bed. Then she looked down at the dong, before giving me a naughty grin, "Like it? Let’s up our calorie level and then we can work it off."

I wolfed down breakfast so fast I almost choked. When we had finished Mom took the tray and put it on my desk, before pulling back the covers. My naked body was exposed to Mom’s lascivious gaze, but I didn’t care. In fact I spread my legs so Mom could get an even better look at my pink pussy.

I could see Mom lick her lips with anticipation. Her hand reached out and rubbed across my lips. I let out a light moan, a mixture of pleasure and anticipation. I moaned louder as Mom’s finger slipped between my labia. She swirled her finger round the top of my hole.

"Is it virginal?" she suddenly asked.

"Mommm…" I said in shock. We had a pretty open relationship, but this was something she shouldn’t be asking. Then I gave a laugh. I was lying naked with my Mom’s finger in my cunt and I was embarrassed about Mom asking personal questions.

"I guess," I replied, "I’ve put a couple of fingers in their, but nothing else."

Mom poked in deeper, sliding her finger downwards until I could feel it deep within me. She looked at me with a quizzical expression, "You sure? There’s no hymen."

"Gymnastics, Mom. You trying do the splits and keeping yourself intact."

"Wow – I’ll be your first," Mom was half talking to herself. She pulled her finger out and gave it a little lick.

Crouching over me, Mom took the cock in her hand and began to guide it towards my hole, "Rory, grip your pussy lips and pull them apart."

I did so, enlarging the hole enough that Mom was able to place the tip of the dong within me. I groaned as the rubber grazed along my flesh. Mom paused and for a few seconds the cock nestled within me, then gradually she resumed pushing it in.

It was a tight squeeze. My pussy had never had anything so big within it and at first there was a feeling of discomfort. I gritted my teeth and gripped at the bedding. But as Mom pushed the cock in my twat walls fell back and lapped round the cock, so that I could feel every scrape and bump rushing against me. Electric signals raced from my cunt to my brain and returned back in waves of pleasure.

"Mmmm," I let out a loud sigh of contentment, "Yike!" I gave a larger yelp as the end of toy pushed against my clit, sending stronger signals throughout my body.

Mom was on top of me. I could hear her breaths and feel every movement of her diaphragm. They were coming in short bursts, which I guessed was from excitement as she had hardly begun to exert herself yet. One of her hard nipples brushed against my own solid teat. It took only a slight movement for our titties to move and the nipples started to continually rub against each other.

"Ready?" asked Mom.

She was already levering herself up, so I didn’t bother to reply. Her body crashed down on mine. Our tits bounced against each other like a plateful of jellies in an earthquake. However the feeling I got from feeling her nipples bang into mine was outweighed by the burst of pleasure which rose from my cunt where her dildo slammed against my bud.

"Oooohhhh" I gasped. My head went back deep into the bedding as Mom started doing push-ups on top of me.

"Fuck," went Mom, "fuck, fuck, fuck…."

A thin sheen of perspiration had appeared on her forehead, the fruits of the speed and force of her movements. It wasn’t the only liquid we were producing, juice from her pussy was sliding down the cock or dripping out, to mix with my own as the cock lubricated my insides.

I gave a scream of pleasure as an orgasm racked my body. It was better than anything I had ever managed on my own, sending shivering sensations through me and curdling my insides.

I expected Mom to stop and pull the cock out. She didn’t. She did pause and wait for me to regain some composure. Then she spoke again, "Rory, wrap your legs round me."

"Like this?" I asked as I moved my legs so that they enfolded her thighs in a vice like grip.

"Yes, like that," said Mom and started to thrust into me again. She went deeper than before as I pushed at the back of her; I think that may have been her plan. I let go off the bedding and wrapped my arms round her back, rubbing at Mom’s smooth skin with my nails. This excited Mom even more. Her cries of ‘fuck, fuck,’ began to merge together, to be interrupted by pants of breath.

The second orgasm was even more mind-blowing than the previous one. My arms and legs fell away; my back arched and I let out a yell that would have done Tarzan proud.

Above me Mom continued to pound. Her face was red and the sweat was streaming of her like a waterfall. She was no longer able to speak – the only sounds she was making were grunts of exertion, as she struggled to get in enough oxygen. None of this seemed to slow her or interrupt her rhythm. I say this for Mom she was making sure my first fucking was special.

I lay back and enjoyed the rubber dong banging against my clit. With each stroke I knew I was getting nearer to yet another orgasm. I could feel myself building up and hear my own little grunts and cries of pleasure.

"Ohhhh fuck. Yeesss, yesss, yess… Mom," the orgasm's intensity dwarfed that of the previous ones. If Mom hadn’t been on top of me I think I’d have floated off the bed.

Mom rolled off me onto my arm. I pulled myself closer to her, until I could feel the warmth of her breath ruffling through my hair.

*

I must have drifted off. When I woke Mom was gone. For a few seconds I was unsure whether it had been a dream, but there was still the damp musk of sweat in the air and my cunt was sore, but in a nice way. I got out of bed. Did I get dressed or wander down in the buff? I wasn’t sure of the social niceties of what you do when you’ve just been banged by your Mom.

Eventually I compromised by pulling a robe over my naked body and wandered downstairs.

In the lounge Mom was doing some dusting. She hadn’t had the same crisis of conscience as me and was stark naked. She looked up as I came in and gave me a smile, "I thought I’d let you sleep."

She dropped the duster and walked over to me. Her arms dropped onto my shoulders and she clasped her hands lightly behind my back, "How’s your pussy?"

"A bit painful," I admitted, "but it was worth it."

Nodding in her most knowing and Mom-like way, "It will do the first time, especially when you put something that big in it."

She gave me a wicked smile, "I’ll tell you what – Mommy will kiss it better…"

She gave me a light push and I took the hint, falling back onto the sofa. I haven’t believed in the magic power of Mom’s kisses since I was about five, but she looked so happy that it seemed churlish to say this. I undid my robe and pushed the material to each side, leaving my cunt and titties exposed.

Kneeling down in front of me Mom pushed apart my legs and waddled between them. She started to kiss the sides of labia before sliding her hands up to pull apart my hole. I could feel her lips within my hole, making kissing motions. It didn’t help do anything about the soreness, but I was starting to give me an another, more pleasurable, sensation which took my mind off it.

Her tongue darted out and moved down within me. I gave a little jump as it rubbed against my clit. I thought after all fuckings I’d been receiving that I couldn’t secrete any more cum, however as Mom slurped away within me, I could feel the juice bubbling up between my lips. Mom slurped it away.

With Mom inside me I didn’t take long to cum again. My fists pounded onto the sofa and I made sharp guttural noises as my body jerked with the explosive passions going off within me.

Mom pulled back her head and wiped her lips, "Better?"

I gave a weak nod.

"Sit there and I’ll just go and make some lunch."

She came back a few minutes later and gave me a plate of salad, which I ate.

"Aren’t you having anything?" I asked as I cleared my plate.

Mom gave a smile, "In a minute. I’ll wait until you’ve done."

When I finished Mom held out her hand and led me to the kitchen.

"Get on the table," said Mom.

As I complied she went to the freezer and brought out a tub of ice cream.

"I thought you were dieting?" I said.

Mom pushed me down so that my back lay on the table, before she replied, "I think I’ve done plenty of exercise today."

That was true, I thought. I suddenly gave a gasp as a dollop of ice cream was dropped into my cleavage.. Warmed by my body it started to gradually melt and slivers of freezing cream slivered against my tits and down towards my midriff. I had barely time to get used to it when a second chunk was dropped onto my belly button. I shivered with the cold, before Mom dropped a final bit of ice cream on my cunt.

I could feel numbness spreading through my twat as the ice cream seeped down my hole and across my lips. I could feel the table shudder as Mom climbed onto the table so that her pussy was directly above my face. I could see that it was oozing cum and I hadn’t even touched it. Mom bent down over me and noisily ate at the ice cream.

Without a spoon to scoop it up Mom was getting ice cream everywhere. Spatters of it slid all over my body. Mom chased them gobbling them up and running her tongue over my frozen flesh, bringing it back to life. As she ate drops of jizz dropped from her pussy and splashed down on my face. I put out my tongue and licked away the spots near my mouth, Mom wasn’t the only one savouring a tasty dessert.

She left the ice cream on my pussy until last. It was half-melted by the time she got to it, the sloppy remains draining into my cunt and freezing my clit. Mom slurped away at the ice cream on top then licked away at some of the stickiness coating my thighs. Then she moved her hands and pulled at my twat lips to allow her tongue to lap up the ice cream within me.

Her table manners were poor as the noise of her slurping wouldn’t have disgraced feeding time at the zoo. However, the way she warmed my clit meant I was in a forgiving mood and I groaned as the feeling in my clit came back in a sudden rush of warmth. The ice cream might have been eaten but Mom continued making sure that I wasn’t going to suffer frostbite of the clit, by ramming her tongue against my bud. Her licks had me quivering and groaning, and she moved from eating ice cream to jizz.

With a scream I came. Mom got off the table and gave me a look, "You better go and have a quick shower," she said, "you’re very sticky."

*

I could hear Mom banging about in my bedroom. I finished drying myself and put away the towel. The robe hung on the back of the door. I didn’t put in back on. I was sure Mom wouldn’t complain about me wandering around naked –I think she’d approve.

In my room Mom was leafing through the clothes hanging in my wardrobe. On the bed was the black cocktail dress she brought me a couple of weeks before. She turned round as I came in, "I thought we might take some pictures of you. Do you want to get dressed?"

I sighed and did as I was told, "I was hoping for some more fun," I said as I slipped the cocktail dress over my head.

"What do you think the toys are for?" said Mom and gestured to a bag beside the bed, that I hadn’t looked at before.

I peeked into it. There were at least half a dozen different dildos in there. I gave a whistle of appreciation – I never knew Mom had so many sex toys.

The first few pictures were tame. Me standing with a hand on my hip and sitting on the bed looking demurely at the camera with my hands in my lap.

"Let’s get a bit more daring," Mom said, "How about showing me a bit of tit."

I stood up and pulled down my strap, lowering the dress so my right tittie burst over the material and stood exposed. Mom snapped away as I dropped the other strap and pulled down the dress to my midriff. I gave a wiggle and my tits bounced, though sadly the camera wouldn’t pick up their movement.

I continued to pull down the dress, slipping it past my pantyless pussy. Mom moved in closer for some close-ups and I used my fingers to pull apart my slit, so Mom could get some very gynaecological shots of my hole.

"Stick a couple of fingers up your cunt," ordered Mom.

I did so and began to frig at my bud. Mom snapped photo after photo, some of my whole body, others of my rapidly juicing cunt and a few of my face as I gasped and groaned in excitement. Mom briefly put the camera and rooted around in the bag, coming out with a thin six-inch toy. She passed it to me, "You ought to have a go with this. I can highly recommend it."

She was right – it hit the spot. I finished pulling off the dress and dropped onto my bed. Legs agape I began to stuff the dildo up my slot, until I was screaming in ecstasy and the bedding was damp with my juice.

We spent the rest of the afternoon with me posing in a variety of outfits and with a multitude of toys up my cunt. I lost count of the number of times I frigged myself to orgasm and Mom must have taken thousands of photos, so many that she kept have to take a break to download them to the computer.

Exhausted, finally I went to have a shower to wash the dry cum off my thighs, whilst Mom went to make dinner.