Strapon

As your mother knelt before you, naked, your core throbbing with anticipation, she reached for something tucked away between the cushions of the couch. Your heart raced as her fingers emerged, holding a shiny strapon dildo harness, complete with a sultry smile on her face.

"I thought we might need this," she purred, arching her eyebrows playfully.

Her eyes locked with yours, and in that moment, you knew there was no turning back. Swallowing your last shred of apprehension, you nodded your consent.

Your mother's grin widened as she quickly slipped into the harness, adjusting the straps to assure the 10 inch dildo sat perfectly above her pussy. The sight of her, naked and confident, sent a shiver down your spine that was equal parts arousal and admiration.

"On all fours, sweetheart," she commanded, patting the couch cushion in front of her.

With legs shaking from both lust and anticipation, you obliged, positioning yourself on all fours in front of her. Your mother's gaze roamed over your exposed body, her eyes flitting from your hardened nipples to your soaked pussy and back again.

"Oh, Alana," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. "You're so wet for me."

Your mother's warm, firm hand gripped your teenage ass, guiding you into the perfect position for what was to come. You trembled with anticipation and anticipation as she lined up the thick, intimidating strapon against your dripping entrance. Slowly, so agonizingly slow, she began to push inside of you.

"Relax for me, baby," she cooed in your ear, her breath tickling your neck. "I'll take good care of you."

Her words, combined with the slow, sensual stretching of your tight hole, sent a shiver down your spine. The foreign intrusion felt both alien and strangely right. As your mom's hips picked up the pace, pounding into you with increasing intensity, your moans of pleasure filled the room.

Grabbing your perky breasts from behind, your mom took one plump, supple mound in each hand, squeezing and kneading your sensitive flesh in time with her thrusts. With each deep plunge of the strapon, your breasts bounced and jiggled enticingly, like two ripe melons bouncing on a porcelain plate.

The sensations were almost too much to bear. Your senses were in overdrive, your every nerve ending on fire. The combination of the relentless pounding from behind and the firm grip on your chest drowned out all other thoughts.

In the throes of passion, Alana felt her mother's hips slowing down, and causing her to worry that the mind-blowing experience was coming to an end. However, her mother's hands gripped her hips firmly and flipped her over. Suddenly, Alana was on her back, with her mother, still wearing the strapon, towering over her. Their eyes met, a hunger in her mother's gaze that she hadn't seen before, but she felt it mirrored in her own.

Her mother guided her to wrap her legs around her mother's waist and leaning forward, she captured Alana's lips in a passionate kiss. Alana melted into the touch, feeling the dildo pressing against her sopping pussy. With an intense sensation, her mother entered her, bottoming out in one swift thrust.

Moaning into each other's mouths, they kissed, tongues entwined, passionately as their hips rocked together in a primal rhythm. Alana's nails dug into the couch cushions, as her mother's hips smacked against hers with a slapping sound that both aroused and embarrassed her.

Alana's world narrowed to the pleasure coursing through her body as her mother relentlessly pounded her with the strapon dildo. The sound of their wet, passionate fucking and their ragged breaths filled the room, a testament to their escalating lust. Her back arched off the couch, her hips grinding against her mother's, **** for more. The forbidden nature of their taboo encounter only heightened her arousal, sending her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Her mother's experienced hand found her engorged clitoris, rubbing it in tandem with her thrusts. "Oh, Mom," Alana moaned into the messy kiss, unable to form coherent words. "I... I'm..."

As her mother continued to stimulate her most sensitive spot, Alana's vision blurred, stars dancing before her eyes. Her whole body tensed, every muscle coiling tight as the climax built inside her like an unstoppable tidal wave. "Mom, I'm cumming!" she cried out, her voice hoarse with need.

As Alana's orgasm raged through her, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she lost herself in a whirlwind of sensations. Her pussy contracted around the strapon, milking it greedily as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. The intensity of her climax was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. The two of them clung to each other, panting and breathless, as they rode out the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Finally, her mother collapsed on top of her, both of them heaving with exertion. Alana could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Her entire body was a tingling, throbbing mass of pleasure. They lay there, tangled together, as their breathing slowly returned to normal. Sweat coated their bodies, melding their naked skin together in a sticky embrace. The room was quiet save for their ragged breathing and the sound of the dildo softly slipping out of Alana's now sated pussy.

"So, does this mean we're...?" You trailed off, unable to meet her eyes.

"Best friends with benefits?" Your mother finished with a wink. "Only if you want to, honey. I won't pressure you into anything you're not comfortable with. But know that I'm here, whenever you need me... for whatever." She raised her eyebrows suggestively, and you both share a laugh.

In that moment, you realized that your relationship with your mother would never be the same again… and the thought only filled you with excitement.