Girl, Interrupted

Emily focused and placed each foot in front of the other, leading her back to the staircase and up to her room. She couldn't do it too fast, as she realized that each step made her boobs shake, which then made her nipples rub against the soft t-shirt. The way it hugged her breasts also gave her the sensation of hands gently caressing them, which made her thoughts even more clouded. As she slowly ascended the stairs, she closed her eyes to fight the sensations she was feeling.

"Emily? Are you ok?" Katie, her mom, asked.

"Hmm? Mom! Um... What ate you doing home?!" Emily tried to think as her mind was in overdrive, thinking about her aroused state while also unexpectedly being seen bottomless by her mom.

"You look a stressed. Are you sick?" Her mom asked, holding Emily's face with her hand.

"Oh. I'm fine mom. Really! Just...gotta get to my room." Emily answered, embarrassed.

"Oh? Why are you half naked, holding wet shorts? Did you have an accident?" Kaite asked, frowning.

Katie was no stranger to the occasional pants wetting as an adult. Though, it was due to her Aunt Jill's and her parents' strange logic of sometimes making her be the (literal) baby of the family. Her mind flashed back to all that as she looked at her now 18yr old daughter...

"Wait! You're at the age when things like this begin to happen! Oh no, I hope you're not incontinent. No normal boy will want you. Only weirdo pervs who like to put you in diapers...Ahem, anyways! Our family history..." Katie began.

Emily was too preoccupied with her embarrassment and arousal to listen to her mom's long-winded explanations. She needed to get to her bedroom soon, or she might finish right here on the stairs, with her mom watching!

"Mom..." Emily began.

Katie stopped her lecture and looked at her daughter again. She seemed **** for something, but she couldn't tell what. She wanted to ask, but Emily bolted past her to go up the rest of the stairs. She thought she heard a a stifled moan with each step Emily took, but couldn't be certain.

Emily flung her bedroom door open and rushed inside. She whipped off her shirt and began to pinch her nipples with both hands before one snaked down to her crotch and rubbed her lower lips, which were already dripping with her juices. She fell onto her bed and continued to rub herself. She reveled in the sensations she was feeling, and didn't want then to stop. Her body became covered in sweat as she felt her climax building. She began to slowly pump her fingers inside herself as her other hand grabbed and tickled her breasts the way she liked it. She waited for the last possible moment before touching her clit.

"Emily, are you sure you're alr..." Katie asked, standing in Emily's doorway.

Emily wanted to stop right there, but it was too late. Her finger touched her love button, sending her over the edge. Her eyes shot open to reveal that her mom was in fact standing before her (Emily having forgotten to close or lock her door) and was witnessing her experience the most powerful orgasm she ever had.

Katie was in shock herself, not expecting to see her daughter doing...what she was doing. Her hand cupped her mouth and she turned around in embarrassment. She heard Emily's cries of pleasure and her heavy breathing.

"I was making sure you were OK. Guess you were in need of some release. I'll take your clothes and your duvet to the laundry..." Katie said, grabbing the clothes from the floor where Emily dropped them.

Emily's body lay limp on her bed as she closed her eyes to both not see what her mom was doing, and to hopefully not think about what she just saw. Katie moved her daughter's body off the duvet, which was now saturated with Emily's post orgasmic fluids. She dabbed at Emily's crotch, and took the duvets wrapping the clothes inside and walking away.

Emily slowly sat up, disbelieving the morning she's had so far. She went to her bathroom to take a shower and wash away all her juices and sweat. It was while she was showering that her mom reminded her what today was.