Some self-care

I shut the door to my room, rushing to grab my toothbrush from the sink.

Since it was just my mom and I, the house was actually a fair bit larger than either of us needed. My room was upstairs in the "master" bedroom, with an adjoining bathroom and a walk-in closet. My mom slept downstairs, in a converted guest bedroom that she said better suited her needs. I spent a fair bit of my time in my room, typically only coming down to hang out with my mom or watch TV or something on the couch. As such, I was left with both a fair amount of alone time, as well as a fair amount of privacy -- the perfect conditions for my favorite pastime these days.

As I switched it on, I felt my toothbrush rumble to life in my hands, its familiar vibrations both comforting and exciting me. I stripped off my pants, lying on my bed and lowering the handle to my clit.

"Fuck yesss...." I moaned in my head, the vibrations slowly erasing all other thoughts from my mind. It had become a semi-ritual of mine to open and close each day with a good self-fuck, and today was going to be no different. In fact, today would likely be even better than usual -- I had just reunited with the topic of my favorite fantasy!

As my clit reacted to the vibrations I let my mind wander, conjuring up Max in my mind. I usually thought about him during these times: bending me over, thrusting into my throat, cumming in my ass... all the good stuff. Today though... today... "When did Max get so fucking hot?..." I thought about the way he had picked me up. The way his muscles felt against my soft body.

"When did he get so strong?" The Max-in-my-head peeled his shirt off, revealing his toned pecs and abs, covered in a light sheen of sweat.

"Fuckkk...." I moaned, imagining myself licking up and down that gorgeous frame. One hand slipped up my shirt, lightly pinching and massaging my tits as my hips started to grind into my toothbrush handle. In my fantasy I pulled Max's shorts down, revealing his long, thin cock. I don't know why I always imagined his cock like that, but it just... fit. At least it USED to fit. The absolute stud I encountered definitely did NOT have a thin cock.

I grinned as Max's thick, heavy member slapped me in the face. "Mmmm, Max, you've gotten so fucking bigggg...." I moaned out load, squeezing my tits.

he slipped it between my lips, and I began to suck him eagerly, taking my best friend's cock down to the hilt as he filled my throat. I was in a frenzy now, completely lost to the fantasy. Max was running his hands through my hair, moaning, making out...

Making out?

Yes. My body reacted convulsively, an electric thrill running up my spine. Making out with Nessa.

What? No! I tried to regain control of my mental image, Max thrusting into my throat as I stared up at him and his incredible body. His balls were slapping into my chin as his hips rocked forwards and back, and he smiled down at me. Nessa grabbed his chin, turning it towards her...

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck..." I moaned, my mind feeling a strange thrill as she entered the picture again. Why?

Did it matter?

My body answered for me, as I almost felt the flood of hormones hitting my brain. It was hot. That was all that mattered. Right?

"Maybe just a little bit..." I thought, allowing Nessa to step forward and kiss Max deeply, their tongues entwining.

Fuck yes. Fuck. Wow.

My mind almost seemed to be rebelling against me, and my body loved it. Max grabbed Nessa's shirt and ripped it open, spilling her tits out. Those perfect tits. His cock was still buried in my throat, and I watched as he started to suck on her nipples, eliciting the most musical moan from her.

"Who would you rather fuck?" Nessa whispered, making full eye contact with me. "Her? Or me?"

I knew the answer I wanted to hear before Max even responded. The answer my body needed. I had no idea why I was reacting like this, but I wanted it so, so badly.

"You," Max said, looking directly at Nessa. "Why would I ever pick her over you?"

I came violently, my mind flooding with pleasure as I bucked wildly at the vibrations on my clit. I don't know how long I was lying there, but it took me at least several minutes to regain my composure. I lay there on the bed, breathing heavily and trying to reconcile my thoughts and feelings with what I had just done.

"Fuck. That was really fucked up." What did it mean? Did it have to mean anything? Did I even like it? I blushed, the scene flashing through my head. Yeah. Yeah I liked it._ _"Whatever, it's probably nothing" I thought, my introspection getting interrupted by a ding from my phone.

"It's probably Max!" I thought, gleefully reaching for the phone. "He probably wants to hang without that bitch." My hand shook as I picked up the phone, my body still weak from the orgasm. __