JESSICA’S POV

Jessica’s POV.

I laid on my back, looking up at the ceiling. Things have been weird with me lately. I’ve been having weird dreams. But what is weird about them they almost feel like memories. I can’t remember much from them, which is why I think they were dreams. One that pops out is me in just my panties, my hair done up in two pony tails. I remember my phone set up, and doing what was almost like a strip tease before I begin masturbating. But is so vague, I can only guess they were dreams.

It would also help me explain why I have these moments of blacking out. When I come too, I’m usually locked in my room, with no recollection of how I got there. Often, I’m no longer wearing a bra, other times panties. My body feels almost euphoric and warm. Sometimes my hair is a mess, and sweat is forming on my head. Also sudden memories pop into my mind. And even though they are usually normal things, I feel like they are out of place, like they are a set up. Almost like I’m on a quote pilot. Where I’m not at the controls of my own actions.

And these weird creeps who message me. Calling me Dijess, whoever the hell that is. They say how well I hide, but my account, and ask me to make another video. Making weird and perverted comments about me and my body, some asking if I would sleep with them and they would pay me. I just block them. I have no time to deal with perverts.

And let’s not forget my sudden sexual urges. Lately I’ve been strong sexual desires for older women. I’ve known that I’m bisexual. But this is something else. These sexual urges have become very difficult to ignore. Often I’m pulling up videos of milfs, watching them strip and get naked. I get so horny watching them, I just can’t resist not touch touching myself until I have a orgasm. Whats worse, Veronica came home when I was just in the middle of such an event. I was so **** to finish, I had to be very abrupt with her.

And even worse is these desires are causing me to peak on my mom a bit. Sometimes if she’d bend over, I’d find myself staring at her butt. Sometimes I’d be almost mesmerized by her boobs. It kind of disgusted me a bit considering I was ogling my own mothers body.

I look to my clock, and see it’s 1am. Seeing sleep may elude me for another night, I get up to go to the kitchen, my throat dry, **** for a cool glass of water. I easily navigate the dark halls to the kitchen, turning on the light, going straight for the sink. I grab a nearby cup, filling it with water. I could hear the sound of foot steps in approaching the kitchen. Probably Veronica. Maybe she is having a rough night too after talking with mom for a bit.

I turn around, and nearly drop my water as my mom enters, completely naked. Not a single bit of clothing on her. I felt my heart almost beat out of my chest. “Mom! What are you doing?” I said, completely taken back. “Just getting a drink.” She replied, as she walked into the kitchen. “No.” I respond. “I mean why are you naked?” She just smiled at me, as I tried my best to keep myself together, drinking the water to keep me calm. “It’s good to not be constricted by clothes and to let the skin breathe.” She said. “Besides, you and I are both women. We both have boobies.” She said, as she suddenly grabbed hers, jiggling them in front of me. I nearly chocked on the water. Seeing her handle her own boobs made that desire grow within me. My mind wondering what it would be like to reach out and touch them myself.

My mom turned around, going for the fridge. “Hmm. What do I want to drink?” She said to herself, as I continued watching her. She then suddenly bent down while keeping her legs straight, fully exposing her ass and vagina to me. I felt myself starting to shake. Her vagina glistened slightly in the kitchen light. I wanted so badly to stick my fingers inside and hear her squeal as I played with her most intimate area. To feel those fatty mounds of flesh on her chest in my hands.

My god. I was getting turned on by my own mother. This was so very wrong. A daughter should not look at her own mother like that. It was vile the thoughts running through my head. As my mom was still bent over, she suddenly began wiggling her hips, further driving me to dark and depraved thoughts. My vagina ached, as I squeezed my legs together, feeling my wetness on my thighs as I did. It was like my mom was intentionally trying to tease me. I knew I had to get out of there before I did something I’d regret. “Well, good night mom.” I said as I quickly exited the kitchen, not giving her any chance to reply.

As soon as I make it to my room, I close the door behind me, leaning against it as I have a long frustrated sigh. I stick my hand down my pyjama pants, the whole area soaked as I gave in to my vaginas needs. I stick my fingers in, feeling them slide effortlessly into me, as I close my eyes to enjoy the sensation. The mental image of my mother naked flashed before me. And as ashamed as I am to say this, I used that image to help me. I imagined taking those creamy jugs in my hands, giving them a squeeze before putting one of her velvety nipples in my mouth, with my other hand going between her legs, and slowly slip my fingers inside her. I could hear her voice in my mind, her giggling as she spoke. “That’s right, make mommy cum.”

That was enough. I could feels the euphoric waves of an orgasm roll through me, as my legs gave out, causing me to slide down the door and rest on the floor. I sat there, spasming and enjoying the afterglow. My pyjamas felt drenched. My mind was racing, going over what I just did. I used a mental image of my own mother, and used it to masturbate. What the hell was happening to me? The remorse of what I just did is eating away at me, but my body urges me to continue...I don’t think I’m going to get any sleep tonight.

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sorry about that haha