Another Form Of Relief

After wiping her lady parts, but before she left the toilet seat, Emma eyed the closed bathroom door.

She had some time to herself right now, and although the setting wasn't ideal, the mood appeared to be.

Emma's fingertips traced the folds of her womanhood. She shuddered, partially in arousal, partially at the thought of doing this on a toilet.

Too horny to care anymore, her fingertip found her clitoris and applied pressure. The sensitive nub responded to the touch, protruding just the slightest bit when Emma began rubbing it.

Emma's mind ran over the events of the day that had brought her to such a state in the first place. There was a thrill, twisted as it was, to her actions.

Biting her lower lip, Emma rubbed her clit faster, one eye constantly on the shut but unlocked door. Her pussy had clearly taken over her thought process. It flooded her mind with images of what could possibly happen should different family members suddenly walk through that door.

She sat back on the toilet and entertained several different taboo fantasies involving one, sometimes two or three, of her family members.

**** to climax, yet remain quiet, a small squeak was all that she couldn't keep in as she came.

Still eyeing the door, thankful that no one had actually barged in on her while she was masturbating on a toilet, Emma calmed herself down and finally stood up.

Once her pants and undergarments were back in place, she flushed the toilet, washed her hands, then made her exit.