My Mother's Plaything
I am my mother's lesbian sex toy, and I love it... wanna know what it's like?
My lover Sera and I are relaxing together after a satisfying fuck in the dorm room we share. Her strap-on cock rests on the end table, still glistening from a very intense workout.She smiles winsomely and murmurs, "Hey, Kris... tell me about your mother again."
"What about her?" I play it coy, lifting an eyebrow.
Sera scowls. "You know, girl. The things you guys do together."
"Jesus," I laugh. "You can't get enough of hearing that, can you?" I glance at her breasts, still showing signs of the playful love bites I'd left on them.
Sera flashes me a bad-bitch grin. "It gets me hot." She slowly runs a hand up my thigh in a way that is clearly intended to stoke my passion all over again. It's working, too.
I place a hand upon Sera's, halting her in mid-stroke. "Sure, babe, I'll tell you, but please -- stop doing that, or I'll never finish."
She holds up both hands in surrender, smiling wryly. "Ho-kay... I'll be merciful. For now, at least."
I lean in to kiss her luscious mouth, then whisper, "You can fuck me again when I'm done..."
Sera's eyes seem to penetrate my soul. "Huh. You just let me worry about where and when we fuck." She lies back, cupping her breasts.
I study her thoughtfully. "Remember when I first told you... about me and Mom?"
"Do I ever!" she grins. "I also remember how nervous you were."
I nod. "That's true. I've never told anyone that, you know. I was scared that you might, well, freak out. Maybe even get pissed at me."
Sera laughs. "Not even close. I was so fucking turned on that I couldn't get you naked fast enough." She slips into my arms, and we kiss hungrily. Lost in my passion for her, I reach down to cup my lover's ass, pressing my thigh between hers. She is already wet, ready for action.
But then she pushes me away, a determined look on her pixie-like face. "No, not yet. Tell me about you and your mother... then we play."
I wince. "God, you are brutal." Rolling onto my back, I sigh, "But I always do what you want, don't I? Hell, I might as well be back at home with Mom."
Sera licks her lips. "You love it, though." She reaches out to take the tip of my breast between two fingers. "And you should know better than to talk back to me like that, girlie."
Her fingers pinch my nipple hard, and I gasp, seeing stars. Jesus, I felt that right down to my clit. In fact, it had nearly been enough to make me come. That's why I was so smitten by Sera -- she could play my body like a virtuoso.
I stare at her, unable to speak, hoping that she would give my other nipple the same treatment.
Instead, she rolls onto her back, placing both hands behind her head. "Enough fun and games, babe... it's story time." Her voice is low and seductive, but something in Sera's tone makes it clear that she means to be obeyed. "C'mon, honeypie, let's hear all about your mother. The way things are when you go home."
So I tell her.
*****
I'm sprawled across my bed, idly reading a book of poetry. Rainer Maria Rilke, actually, from his Sonnets to Orpheus: a poem called "Spanish Dancer," that I find almost unbearably erotic. I press my thighs together, drinking in the words.
...she twirls the floating skirts with daring art into a whirlwind of consuming flame...
That's when you walk into my room, wearing a white see-through nightgown. My reading is suddenly forgotten as I see the look in your eyes -- that special look, the one that says Mom's in the mood for loving.
Slowly I rise to stand before you, heart hammering in my chest, the book falling unnoticed to the floor.
Your eyes burn into mine as you take my hand, holding it for a moment, your thumbnail lightly scratching against my palm. Then the breath is wrenched from me when, with a sudden hard tug, you pull me against your body, taking my gasping mouth in a kiss that quickly becomes hot, urgent.
I wrap trembling arms around your waist as you thrust a probing tongue between my lips, your stiffened nipples pressing against me through the gauzy material of the nightie. Then you break away. Your lips, now moist from kissing, curl into a knowing smile.
"Hello, my sexy little angel... how are you?" you say softly, a fire banked deep in your eyes.
"Better... now that you're here, Mommy." I answer shyly.
You draw me to you for another probing kiss, all the while rubbing your full, round breasts against my slighter ones . Your tongue explores my mouth as you reach down for the hem of my Pixies t-shirt, then pull it up and off, carelessly letting it drop before your mouth claims mine again. I feel your fingers brush my nipples, making them tingle. This erotic spell you cast upon my body never fails to excite me, and I moan into our kiss.
You abruptly pull away, leaving me tottering on quivering legs as you stand before me: my strong, beautiful mother. Oh, Mommy, I adore you.
"Undress me, Kris," you demand.
With shaking fingers I slip the straps of the nightie down over your shoulders, baring the creamy orbs of your breasts. You shrug the garment to the floor and step from it, leaving you nude but for a pair of black panties that are tied together at your right hip.
I reach for the string to undo the knot, but you stop me with a firm hand on my arm.
"Not yet," you say. "Kiss my nipples first... lick them." As you speak, you clutch the back of my head and pull me into you, drawing my face into the jasmine-scented warmth of your breasts.
There is no need for you to force me to pleasure you, as my mouth is already watering to taste your rosy nipples, yearning for the thrill of feeling them respond as I suckle. Somehow, though, your roughness always makes it better, makes me need you all the more.
I kiss wildly at the soft flesh of your breasts. Then your grip relaxes, and I can now suck a taut nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue in circles around the pink bud before I switch to the other, repeating the process. Then I run my tongue over the pert tips of your breasts one at a time, licking them with all the love in my heart.
Suddenly you push me roughly onto the bed. I lie there trembling, wanting you so badly I can taste the very need within me, tart and sharp.
With a knowing smile, you grasp the waistband of my gym shorts and slide them down and off, revealing my jet-black thong, the one you bought for me last month. Then stepping back, you undo the tie that fastens your panties and peel away the skimpy garment with a single gesture, leaving your body completely bare.
A whimper escapes my lips at the sight of your naked beauty, especially the honey-hued thatch between your thighs that I worship.
Kneeling next to me, you slide your hand inside my thong, seeking my wetness -- and finding it. Though you say nothing, I can tell you are pleased to feel how excited I am.
The tip of your finger slowly slides along the length of my shaved slit. I gasp from your touch, balling my hands into fists, and you slip that finger into my vagina as you climb on top of me, taking my lips in a crushing kiss. The weight of you upon me is exquisite. I suck at your tongue as it explores my mouth, my body rocking in time to that probing finger as you work it in and out, in and out.
Then I moan in sweet agony as you withdraw from me, delaying my pleasure. You bring the moist finger to my lips.
"Suck it," you order. I do so, loving the taste.
Rising to your feet, you murmur, "Good girl," then slowly tug the thong down my quivering legs, leaving me naked but for my socks.
Slowly, you kneel between my thighs and lightly kiss what you know is yours, fully aware of how thrilled I get when, without warning, you become gentle. And when that happens, I wait for the harder, forceful loving that, sure as night follows day, is to come.
A tiny cry escapes me as your lips tenderly brush against my throbbing vulva... and then you suddenly cover it with your mouth as if you intend to consume me whole, licking, nibbling and sucking at my bare slit. I buck crazily in response, breath hissing through clenched teeth, grabbing at the sheets as the sensations that race through me grow in intensity.
In the midst of ecstasy my lips silently form the single syllable: cunt. Outside this bedroom, you frown on me using coarse language, but here and now, the hard sound that names the warm, secret place between my thighs is a poem of purest love. I mouth the word again: cunt.
Your mouth glides up to the very top of my slit to take the clitoris between your lips, the fleshy key that unlocks the magical place inside my body where all the best feelings are. I freeze, head thrown back, all but forgetting to inhale -- then you nibble gently at the pink pearl.
An searing flash of white fire roars through my frame, and I can feel my back arch in response as an orgasm consumes me whole. "Oh Mommy yes! I'm c-coming!" I scream.
I am lost to you. My body is yours to command, and you take me over a rollercoaster of ecstasy that seems to wrench me this way and that. Every time the pleasure seems to diminish, a kiss or lick from your loving mouth has me gasping in renewed delight. Finally you raise your head from my sex, licking your red, red lips. Through a blissful haze, I hear you laugh lightly at your conquest.
Lying down beside me, you pull me to you and kiss me roughly, letting me taste myself. My tongue emerges to circle your mouth. Finally you pull away, smiling at me in a significant way.
I know that look, know what it means... and I shiver in anticipation.
"My, my, what a firecracker you are, sweetheart," you purr. Then your tone shifts, becoming hard. "But I didn't give you permission to come, did I?"
I blush, averting my gaze. You grab my chin, forcing my face up to yours.
"Don't look away from me," you say, with that quiet, dangerous tone that makes me feel all trembly inside. "You know that you're my plaything. Mommy's love toy, to do with as she sees fit." My heart races as I shakily nod my head. "Say it!" you snap.
"Yes, Mom," I say, voice thick with excitement, "I -- I am your toy..."
"That's right," you say, reaching down to pinch my left nipple. I let out a moan of pain. Or pleasure, it's hard for me to say which.
"Turn over and lie across my lap. Mommy has to punish you now," you murmur. I'm tingling from head to toe, thinking of what is to come.
I squirm around to assume the position, stretched across your naked thighs, burying my face in the cool haven of the sheets. I lie submissively, sex throbbing as I ready myself.
"Now, Kris... Mommy's going to spank your hot little ass," you tell me. "You'll get five smacks for coming without my permission... and five more because it pleases me to see your beautiful bottom turn red."
"Oh no, Mommy! Please -- that's too much!" I sob, not meaning it for a second.
"Silence, girl!" you hiss. "You know your cunt will be dripping when I'm done."
Then you begin.
The feeling of your hand against my bare bottom is incredible, each slap an explosion of pure pleasure. I wail out loud with each stroke, as if I really were in agony. You continue to spank me, taking your time, making every blow count. My nipples are so hard they ache, and I feel my buttocks jiggle with every smack of your hand. I'm clutching the sheet tightly, biting my lip until the spanking is over, trying not to let myself come again.
Finally the last delicious blow is struck... and I lie there, spread across your lap, sobbing with delight and trying to make it sound more like pain.
"Shhhh, honey," I hear you say, and feel you tenderly caress my sore bottom. "What an obedient girl you are," you croon as your hand slips between my slightly parted thighs. You were right, of course -- my cunt is dripping. "Mmm... that's my little love." I moan and move against your fingers as they explore the folds of my pussy, finding clear evidence of wantonness.
My need for orgasmic release has renewed itself with a vengeance, as if you hadn't just brought me off minutes ago. But now it's your turn, Mommy. I can sense what you need, what you want. You're now ready for me to bring you off, eager for the forbidden caress of my mouth.
First, of course, I must ask permission to please you.
"Please, Mommy," I meekly implore, "please, may I have a treat?" I so desperately want to show you my love. The rich scent of your sex thickens the air. It tantalizes me, drives me wild.
You turn me over on my back and crawl up to kneel above my face. You straddle my head and lower your pussy to within inches of my mouth -- but then you pause, just out of reach of my lips. I cry out in frustration, my mouth watering for you.
"Beg me," you simply say, a stern note in your voice. And I do.
"Oh please," I gasp. "Please let me taste your pussy, Mommy. I'll be such a good girl, I'll do anything you say! Please, Mommy, I adore you... I want to love you so much."
Satisfied, you lower your cunt to my already open mouth. I press a kiss into your wet heat , thick pubes tickling my nose as my lips part and my tongue emerges to slip inside you.
"That's it, lick my pussy. Oh, yes. Just -- ooh -- like a good girl should," you gasp.
I make love to your flower, rolling my tongue around inside. Then I trail my way up to the clitoris, teasing it with a few light licks, then back down to lap at your cunt once more. You are flowing freely, the creamy fluids coating my lips and chin.
I eat you for a long while, slaking a thirst of mine for your pussy that seems to have no limit. The taste of you is ambrosia, the warmth of your sex against my mouth a lover's caress. I wish I had the strength to pleasure you for days on end.
After a few minutes of my oral loving you are about to come, I can feel it. But before that can happen you stop me, then turn around and face the other way, your apple-round ass right above my mouth.
Your hands reach down to part both cheeks, revealing the cleft of your anus. "Now my asshole," you breathe.
Without hesitation I dive in, licking and kissing at your crack, my tongue gliding up and down between your buttocks.
"Ooohhh... now, p-put your fingers inside me!" you demand.
I reach around your body, my hand blindly seeking, then finding your cunt. I wriggle two digits into you, deep as I can get them to go.
"Fuck me, Kris!" you moan, your hips already starting to pump against my thrusting hand. I happily oblige.
My tongue presses into the sweet star of your anus in a hopeless attempt to enter the rectum. I can never fully penetrate you -- your asshole is too tightly clenched for that -- but you love the way it feels when I try.
I recall how shocked I was the first time you ordered me to lick you there, even though I had already tasted your pussy before and loved it. Of course, my hesitation only made you all the more determined to have your way. So you pushed me onto my back, then pressed your ass into my face, speading your buttocks to reveal the dark pink jewel that awaited the caress of my tongue.
Needless to say, I quickly came to love rimming you. Something about it seemed so wild, so downright nasty, that it thrilled me more than any of the taboo games we played. I remember thinking about it the next day while with my Women's Studies group, wondering how the other girls would react if I suddenly told them, I licked my mother's asshole last night.
My fingers pump in and out of your pussy, my tongue circles your rosebud, and your body trembles atop mine while I pleasure your two holes until, once more, you are very near to orgasm. But again you withdraw from me, climbing off to kneel by my side.
I picture how I must look at this instant: dazed, lips parted, the whole lower half of my face wet with womanly fluids. I can only hope that the sight pleases you.
Then you bend down to whisper to me, your lips brushing my ear. "I want to fuck your ass now, girl... get up and on your knees."
I quickly assume a kneeling position, presenting my bottom to you. My buttocks are still warm from spanking, and I shiver as you gently stroke them with your long, elegant fingers. They slip in between to tease my anal cleft, and I sigh blissfully as how nice that feels.
But you have other plans for my ass -- and I hold myself stock-still as you carefully mount me, draping one leg over me to rest your cunt against my crack. I can feel your pubic fur grazing my cheeks, tickling my anus... and wait with bated breath for you to fuck me, like you promised.
My face is pressed into the pillow as you begin to move, working your sex into my butt with small strokes that gradually grow larger as you find a rhythm. I love the weight of you upon me; love the feeling of your hot, wet flesh crushing into my outthrust ass; love the warmth of your thick juices, oozing into my crack, then slowly trickling down my quivering thighs; love the harsh sound of your rasping breath as you take me.
"I'm fucking you, Kris," you pant, slipping a hand around my body to stroke my nipples to aching stiffness. "Do you like being fucked by your mother?"
"Yes," I gasp, "yes, Mommy. I love it -- love when you fuck me." It's amazing how potent the word fuck is when you're saying it in the heat of lesbian incest. I savor the taste of it on my lips, stammering, "Fuck me, M-Mommy... ooooh, fuck me harder!"
Instead, your body comes to a rest, and the moist fire of your sex is taken from me. I might be disappointed, if I wasn't aware that you had yet to climax. Instead, my excitement only continues to simmer as I wonder: what game does she want to play now?
"On your back," is all you say. I quickly comply.
You tower above me, a vision of strength and beauty. As ever, I'm smitten with adoration by the sight, desperately eager to give you anything, everything you want.
You caress my cheek, and a surge of pleasure wafts through me at this token of affection. "I want to try something new, Krissy," you murmur, transfixing me with your gaze. "All you have to do is lie there."
You move up to the head of the bed and slowly straddle my head. I raise myself from the pillow, lips parting as I move in to place an open-mouthed kiss upon your cunt. But you stop me, firmly grasping my shoulder.
"No," I hear you say. "Don't move... stay completely still -- that's what I want." I lie back again, detecting the fierce need in your voice. "I'm going to fuck your face, girl. If you behave, and let me have my way, perhaps Mommy will give you a special treat."
I lie quietly, heart thudding in my chest. I wasn't sure exactly what you were about to do to me, only that you didn't want me to move. But oh, Mommy, if you only knew how hard it was to lie beneath you, gazing up at the glistening pinkness of your cunt nestled within that tuft of brown curls, breathing deeply of your luscious scent and needing to take you in my mouth, but not permitted to do so...
Then your hot, wet flesh descends onto my face, pressing against my closed lips. I hear you gasp as your hips shift, and you rub yourself languidly along the line of my jaw. The thick essence coats my mouth and chin, moistening my cheeks as you wield your pussy like a paintbrush. Panting with lust, you lower herself more firmly onto me, working your sex up and down the lower half of my face. Even my nose gets buried in your liquid heat.
A shudder of pleasure runs through your body, sparking a similar reaction in me. I open my eyes to gaze up the magnificent height of you, head thrown back, frantically groping your breasts. Now you are grinding your cunt into my face, fucking me just like you said -- there really is no other word for it.
Your vagina is so wet that it squishes as you rock against my mouth, and my nostrils fill with the rich aroma of your sex. The scent intoxicates me, makes my head reel.
As you ride me, I can hear you speak. "Oh, yes, Krissie... let Mommy fuck your precious little mouth... my sweet fuck toy... feel h-how wet my cunt is for you... oh, God yes, my baby lets m-me fuck her so -- so good... oh, yes. Oh. Oh -- my -- f-f-f-fucking GOD--"
And suddenly you start to convulse and buck atop me, coming all over my face. I'm soaked from you, lips dripping with the warm wine that still flows from your vagina. I can barely breathe, but don't care. I want you here, sitting on my face, using me as an instrument of pleasure, blessing me with your climax.
Your pleasure hits an unimaginable peak, and a choked scream escapes your lips... then you slowly relax on top of me, slumping to one side but still perched upon my face. "Kiss me," you whisper, "kiss my pussy, angel."
I understand what you need from me now -- gentle loving, nothing too intense -- so I nestle between your thighs, tenderly kissing your sex. Soft, childish kisses.
Then my face is suddenly bathed in coolness as you raise yourself from me, then bend down to kiss my mouth, humming with delight as you lick the wetness from my lips. You sit up to gaze down upon me, and my heart soars as I take in the pleased expression on your face.
"Well done, lover," you purr, crawling between my spread legs. "You were a good girl, so here is the treat I promised."
You lower your face to me and take my cunt into your mouth, pressing your tongue inside . I'd been so occupied in pleasuring you that I had almost forgotten how desperately my own body was crying out for release. But you knew, didn't you, Mommy?
With your wonderful mouth you honor me, give your daughter the sweet, sweet gift of a mother's love -- and suddenly I am coming so hard that I actually black out for a few seconds.
When I come to, I'm cradled in your arms. The fever of your violent lust is now broken, and now all is warmth and tenderness between us. My mother, my lover. My goddess.
"I love you, Mommy," I whisper.
You roll over, drawing me into your embrace. "I love you too, my beautiful child," you sigh, caressing me all over. Your mouth seeks out mine, and we gently kiss.
We spend the rest of the night cuddled together. Then in the morning, I awaken to the sight of your adoring eyes, gazing into mine. You reach out to touch the tip of my nose, then we hug one another tightly. No words are needed.
We share a bath, lovingly washing away the evidence of last night's loving from each other's bodies, then pad hand in hand into the kitchen to make breakfast, the two of us still naked.
As we feast on pancakes, eggs and bacon, we chat about the neighbors, my classes, celebrity gossip, and the weird noise that your car makes whenever you take it on the highway. Except for the fact that you and I aren't wearing a stitch of clothing, we could be any average mother and her college-age daughter.
Two hours later, you drive me to the train that will take me back to campus, sixty miles away. We exchange adoring glances and whispered endearments the whole way to the station.
And as you hug me just before I board the last car on the train, your hand snakes beneath my skirt to quickly touch me between the legs. "Something to remember me by," you smile.
As the train pulls away from the station, I peer from the window to see you wave at me from the platform. My sex still tingles from that brief touch, and I find myself wishing I'd waited another day before returning to school, already hungry for more of our forbidden games. Leaning back in my seat, I tell myself, Ah well, there's always next weekend.
*****
"Jesus," gasps Sera, her head hitting the pillow next to mine, "you nearly suffocated me, babe!"
"Sorry, c-couldn't help it," I pant. "That... that thing you do to my clit, where you pinch it with your lips... Jesus, it sets me off like a, a fucking volcano!"
Sera rests her chin just above my breasts, hitting me where it counts with those bedroom eyes. "Oh... that just shows how much I get into hearing you talk about your mother, sugarbuns. Brings out the nasty little girl in me." She licks her lips, now sticky with my essence.
I lazily stretch my limbs. "Mmmmmm... good, 'cause I do loooove that nasty little girl."
She studies me thoughtfully for a moment, then softly says, "And you two still fuck every weekend -- you and your mom."
"Yeah," I reply. "Well... sort of. I'm still Mom's plaything, after all -- she fucks me."
Lying back, Sera places both hands behind her head, staring dreamily at the ceiling. "God, I don't know why thinking about that gets me so damn hot." She snickers. "I wouldn't fuck my mother with a dog's cock. 'Course, she's a hoity-toity society cunt."
"Is she good looking, at least?" I query, rolling over to nuzzle the soft hair that grows under Sera's arms, now somewhat moist from her workout between my legs. God, she smells great.
She shrugs. "After about half a million bucks of cosmetic surgery, she looks like a plastic doll to me. Hey, stop tickling!" She shoves me away from her armpit, then nods toward the snapshot of Mom propped on my desk. "Your mom is way sexier than mine could ever be... I'd let her do me any old day."
I grin. Time to spring the surprise I've been saving up since this morning.
"You really mean that?" I murmur.
Sera sits up, lifting an eyebrow as she studies me intently. "Well... yeah. Sure. Why d'ya ask?"
I lie back, languidly placing a hand over my cunt. "I called Mom this morning, just after class. Told her about you and me."
"Um... so, what did she say?" Sera is trying her best to keep her voice cool and casual, but I'm not fooled -- I can sense her rising interest.
Oh, she wants to meet you," I purr, teasing my slit with a fingertip. "She said, and I quote, 'I want to get to know this little friend of yours. Bring her home with you this weekend'."
Her mouth drops slightly open as she digests this little tidbit of information, then she hesitantly asks, "Um, when you say she wants to 'get to know' me -- you mean...?"
"Come on, Sera." I fire back. "You know exactly what I mean. My mother wants to fuck you."
I wish I had a camera at that moment, to capture the thunderstruck expression on my lover's face. "Ho-lee shit," she whispers. "So... well, what does that involve, exactly?"
I roll my eyes. "It involves fucking, babe."
Exasperated, she retorts, "Look, Kris. You can't just -- just drop that in my lap with no explanation. I mean..." Sera pauses, fumbling for the right words... not something she has to do often, believe me. "Okay, let me put it this way. What do I need to know before going on this little holiday to do the nasty with you and your mother?"
"Well, you'll have to leave that take-charge personality of yours behind," I murmur. "In my home, there's only room for one top bitch, and that's Mom. She calls the shots."
Sera mused, then nodded. "Okay... sure. Hell, it sounds kinda interesting, being a bottom for a change." She gazes evenly at me. "I might have to be a little... hard on you, after we get back. Can't have you forgetting who's top bitch in our relationship, can we?"
I'm feeling a low throbbing, deep down in my cunt. "Seems fair," I meekly reply.
Sera lies back, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. "Anything else I should know?"
I edge closer to my lover, already thinking about going down on her again. "Yeah. Whatever clothes you have that make you look the youngest? Pack those. Mom's way into the little-girl look. And, um, speaking of which... you need to shave your pussy."
She sighs. "Yeah, I s'pose that makes sense." Twisting her neck to peer at me, she points at the tuft of hair in her left armpit. "Do I have to lose this, too?"
"Dunno," I shrug. "Guess you can leave it for now. Mom might order you to shave it off, though. And don't even think of telling her no if she does."
"Damn... your mother is one serious dom, huh?"
"Serious as a heart attack, babe."
Sera props herself up on an elbow, facing me. "There's one thing I want to know. How sure were you that -- well, that I'd go along with this little lesbian orgy?"
"Pretty sure," I answer.
She nibbles her lower lip thoughtfully. "Well... what if I'd said no? Told you that your mother could go pound sand up her ass?"
I laugh. "Oh, I'd get you to come along somehow. I have to bring you home, she said so!"
Her eyes narrow. "You have to?"
"Yeah." With that, I reach for Sera and roll onto my back -- pulling her on top of me, where she belongs. Gazing deep into my lover's eyes, I slowly lick my lips. "Mommy's orders."
*****
This story is affectionately dedicated to my recently acquired friend Helen Bunny, for being a delightful person in general. May your paths be carpeted with rose petals, dear lady.
