Fantasies before bed.

Lynn heaved a sigh of relief, and sitting down on the toilet, untied her saddle shoes and pulled them off, and then stripped off her skin tight, yellow knee high socks. Standing up she looked at herself in the large mirror. Despite her earlier rinse in the toilet, thick, white, gooey jizz still clung to her hair. And as she continued to examine her reflection, she saw that the shoulders and chest of her cheerleading sweater were spattered with semen.

She pulled the sweater over her head, dropping it on top of her shoes and socks, and then quickly removed her skirt and panties before stepping into the shower, and began washing herself in the stream, of hot, soothing water shooting out of the shower head. She soaped up and washed quickly after shampooing her hair, and then after stepping out of the shower, wrapped herself in a plush towel, brushed her teeth, collected her clothes from the floor, and then walked back to her bedroom.

The bright green digits on her clock read 10:47pm. It was later than she’d hoped to be home, but that could have been helped. Lynn tossed her shoes in her closet, and dropped her soiled clothes in the hamper, and then stood a few moments in front of her dresser, contemplating whether or not to wear pajamas, and then decided against it. She reached down between her legs, brushing her fingers over the wispy, soft pubic hair that covered her pussy, and ran her forefinger over her moist slit. She quivered at the sensation, and then brought her finger up to her face and inhaled deeply. Her own scent increased her building arousal, and quickly stepping over to her bed, she threw back the covers, and slipped beneath them, enjoying the feel of the crisp, clean sheet against her naked body.

Lynn rolled over onto her stomach and lifted her hips into the air. Reaching once more between her legs, she slowly slid a single finger deep inside of her. She closed her eyes, images of Ms. Cooper, Shaun, Tanya, and Rebecca flashed through her head, and then the depraved events of the evening. Her hips began to move back and forth, slowly, and she left her finger inside her pussy, her hips and legs doing the work, while her finger and thumb, working in tandem massaged her throbbing clit, and a small stream of drool trickled from the corner of her mouth, and onto her pillowcase. Soon her pussy was soaking, and her fingers covered in the thick clear juices saturating her sex.

Her hips continued rocking back and forth as the images in her mind moved from her co-workers to other girls on the cheerleading team, and Lynn acting as their mistress, and ordering them to do her bidding, licking her pussy, kissing her feet, giving strange men blow jobs, and the men covering their upturned, smiling faces with thick, gooey jizz. Lynn increased the tempo of her thrusts building towards climax, exciting myself mindlessly and without care. It was when she could feel her body approaching orgasm that she flipped over onto her back, and kicked off the sheets, exposing her naked body, and began to feverishly stroke her clit. Seconds before she erupted in waves of pleasure, her mind had turned again, and she imagined herself with an older woman, a woman she loved, and who loved her.

A tall woman with shoulder length reddish blonde hair and green eyes. The woman was between her legs, her face buried against Lynn’s pussy, licking sucking furiously. As Lynn came she realized the woman was her mother. And she was disturbed and aroused in equal measure.