Lust Takes Over

It's a long time before you get a response.

mommydearest79: Yes. I touch myself when I think about her."

This simple sentence throws your body into overdrive. You're trembling in your seat you are so excited.

You: Tell me about it baby. Be specific. Get it all out. Nothing off limits, nothing too depraved.

mommydearest79: Fuck this is weird, I cant believe I'm telling someone this.

You don't respond, just wait for her to continue. It takes a moment.

mommydearest79: I think about eating her, how her pussy would taste, and the sounds she would make. I imagine what kind of faces she would make when she'd climax!

The responses are coming faster and faster now.

mommydearest79: She came back to spend summer break at home after her freshman year at college and that was the worst. Every day having to watch that perfect body saunter around was fucking ****! I cannot describe how perfect her tits are, they're big but perky. Think Kate Upton. She works out, so she's got a flat stomach, it makes her tits look even bigger. Some mornings she'd come down in just her bra and panties, and I swear it would take all my will power not to just lift her onto the kitchen table and bury my face in her cunt!!

You remember the summer in question, there were multiple times over those months you would have sworn your own mother was checking you out, staring at your ass or legs as you'd walk by her, or staring at your tits when you'd talk to her. You'd just assumed it was your horrifically perverted, horny mind that had been playing tricks on you. It did trigger an additional memory as well: One fine Saturday your mother had gone to take a 'nap', and you could have sworn you'd heard her groaning from behind her room's closed door. You'd snuck up and listened, ear against the door, to the grunts and groans, and touched yourself, biting your fist to avoid making noise. As you listened to your mother bring herself to orgasm you could have sworn you'd heard her moan your name, but you had once again chocked it up to your horny imagination getting out of control. You'd never have believed it was YOU she was picturing as she fucked herself.

Well here was your chance to find out. You lick your lips and begin to type again.

You: So did you have to masturbate to keep yourself under control with that hot piece of ass roaming around?

mommydearest79: GAWD yes!! I had to fuck myself every night that summer just to keep myself under control!! Sometimes multiple times a day!! I'd imagine joining her in the shower and pinning her against the wall, or I'd fantasize about her catching me touching myself and offering to help me finish!! I'd cum so hard thinking about her I'd nearly pass out!!

Your trembling hand reaches out to your 'special' drawer by your desk. You pull out your favorite pink dildo, and thumb the switch. You press it to your clit as you re-read the last sentence. Your ass lifts off the seat as a loud, guttural moan escapes your lips.

mommydearest79: That summer I felt like I was losing my mind!! I would sneak into her room, just so I could watch her sleep and rub myself. Just listening to her breathe and watching her sleep was enough to make me squirt cum!!!

You are working yourself into a frenzy, every hot, nasty fantasy you'd ever had of your loving mother boiling to the surface of your minds eye.

You begin working the dildo into your sopping wet cunt, your eyes fastened to the text on screen.

mommydearest79: There was part of me that wanted her to wake up and catch me. She never did of course, but if she woke up... maybe she'd hate me, or be disgusted... but maybe, just maybe, she'd be into it, and we'd fuck. For real. We'd fuck like crazy for the rest of the summer! Holy shit did I want that. I STILL want that.

You're now absolutely railing yourself with the dildo, your chair bouncing off the floor with the intensity. A small part of you was worried about waking the neighbors, but the rest didn't care. This was the sickest, nastiest, hottest experience of your life, and you were going to enjoy it to its fullest.

"Tell me how you'd do it! Tell me how'd you'd fuck me!!" You are wayyyy to busy to type now, but the words form clearly in your mind, and the ring warms. You feel a sudden connection, as if your mother was right there, between your legs, her eyes focused on your face, drinking in every moan, every grunt, every strained expression as she rails you with the dildo.

"Yes baby!! Take it for Mommy!! Look into my eyes and cum all over that pretty pink dildo honey!!" The words ease into your brain. It's your mother's voice, husky and breathless.

"OH YES MOMMY!! FUCK ME MOMMY!!! MAKE YOUR SWEET LITTLE GIRL CUM!!!!" You don't give a fuck about your neighbors anymore, you grunt and scream, your body building towards an orgasm of titanic proportions.

"CUM FOR MOMMY BABY!!" You hear your mother's voice one last time, then see her face in your minds eye, her head lowering suddenly to flick her tongue over your clit, her hand still ramming you with the dildo.

You throw your head back as your entire body tenses up, then you explode. "HRGGGGGGHHHHH!"

"OHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh..... oh fuckkkkk..." Your body collapses as the orgasm fades, drips of sweat running down your face, your breath coming in raspy gasps.