I am standing in front of the mirror a few days after I celebrated my 50th birthday. My husband had given me a surprise party at the Club for all my friends and family. However, my joy from the party was short lived. I was depressed and had been depressed for some time.
I just had a shower and was taking a real hard look at myself, naked down to my bare essentials. I guess I didn't look too bad even though I gained a few pounds around my hips recently. My 38C breasts are not sagging too much and my skin was relatively smooth and supple, as I avoided the sun and always used plenty of sun screen lotion, when I was bathing outside. There are a few wrinkles around the edges of my eyes, but nothing too pronounced. Letting my eyes fall down to the V between my legs, I didn't notice much of a difference, though my sex organs aren't getting used too much these days anyway. When not fully engaged with his business, my husband makes me a golf widow, as he was out on the course every chance he got. He makes a good living, so I guess I couldn't complain. I keep my bush trimmed so I could wear shorts when I worked out at the health club.
I am becoming a grandmother soon, as my 26 year old, daughter, Amy, was pregnant with her first child. She lives a few miles away from us with her husband Steve. Her phone call this morning was a bit disturbing and perhaps that had caused my perplexed mood. She was very emotional over the phone and pleaded in a teary voice that she needed to see me as soon as possible. I agreed to go over to her house this afternoon, after she came home from her part time claims agent job. She asked if I could spend the night since Steve was away on business, so I packed my overnight bag. I told my hubby where I was going, and he said that he would go to restaurant tonight because he had to work late, so don't worry about him.
As I was thinking about Amy's call, I reached over to get some moisturizing lotion and my hand brushed over my breasts and nipples. A pleasant heat coursed down my body. My breasts were always sensitive and I didn't mind the sensation at all. In fact, I reflect that if it weren't for personal attention to my own needs, I would be extremely frustrated and even more depressed. I had become very friendly with sex toys over the past few years, and I was really good at stimulating a heavy-duty orgasm when I was so inclined. I could envision great sexual fantasies in my mind, piecing together stories from romantic movies that I had seen. I searched the adult stores on the Internet and bought some wonderful sex toys that I hid away where no one but me could find them. While I thought about relieving the current sensation with one or more of them, I decided that this was not the time. Without too much reflection, I tossed a few toys in the overnight bag and got dressed.
I dressed in shorts and a halter to go shopping for my daughter, thinking that some new clothes would help her emotional state. After lunch at the Mall, I made the 20-minute drive to their home. My daughter's car is in the driveway, and I pull in behind her.
Amy is seated on the couch when I came in the house. She jumps up and gives me a big hug. Amy was always a conservative, prim type individual while she lived at home. She never wore tight clothes or mini-skirts, and I believe that she never had sex until she met Steve. She was my good girl, and we thought of each other more as sisters than a mother daughter relationship.
"Amy, you look positively radiant. Pregnancy must be agreeing with you." She is almost seven months pregnant and her stomach pushes out and her breasts are starting to swell with milk.
"Mom, I am so glad you are here and agreed to spend the night. I am lonely without Steve in the house."
I showed her the clothes that I had bought for her and suggested that she try them on. "Come into the bedroom and help me get into the new outfits?"
I agree and follow her in. She strips off her top and I glaze at her swollen breasts. She has an ample bosom before she was pregnant and now they stretched out to DD size. I help her put on a new top and she models for me, her fulsome breasts jiggling in the loose top.
As I help her try on the next top, I accidentally brush the sides of her ample breasts. I detect a shudder from my touch. Though I have touched many women over the years, this is the first time that it had any impact on me. I feel some heat in my privates. I am not sure why. "Mom, let's stop trying on clothes for a minute. I have to tell you something, so listen. I hope you can help me."
Sitting on a chair, I gaze at Amy, marveling again at her large breasts. "Go ahead, spill it out."
Flushing a bit, Amy responds. "After my morning sickness, I started to get strange feelings in my body. The only way I can describe it is that it feels like an itch that is begging to be scratched."
"Where is this itch?" She blushed and looked down toward her secret place.
"Mom, I am getting uncontrollably horny, and I don't know what to do about it."
"Dear, this is not unusual. Many pregnant women feel the same way, because hormones are flooding their system. I remember similar feelings myself."
"You did!! What did you do about it?"
"Well, I had your dad. And he took care of most of my problem."
"That's the trouble. Steve is good in bed, but it only satisfies me for a short time and my hormones start erupting again. Mom, I am having deep dark fantasies that are unspeakable.
"Tell me about the fantasies," I inquired, feeling the heat continue to rise deep inside.
Amy flushed and sighed. "If I talk about them, I don't know if I can control my emotions."
"What do you mean?"
She whispers in a hoarse voice. "Mom, at this very moment, I am secreting profusely, and I have the pressing urge to lie down, strip off my clothes, and play with myself."
"Darling, I was only telling you half the story of my pregnancy. I used to masturbate all the time, almost until it was time to go to the hospital."
At my use of the word "masturbate," Amy's eyes glazed over. "Then you wouldn't mind if I scratch my itch, right here and now?"
"Not if you don't mind if I... Well, if I, react the same way to your storybook fantasy." Now I was telling my secret thoughts. Was this perverted? I was amazed that I could bring myself to say what I did.
Amy looks at me with a bemused smile. "No, it's fine with me. Really. " I feel my face flushing.
Now, I feel the sexual tension rise between us. Amy seems not to be just my daughter, but a friend, willing to experiment. "What we do here will never leave this room," I said in a conspiratorial manner. "Tell me your fantasy."
"Well, we just hired this young male clerk named James, right out of high school. He is earning money for college. A few days after he arrived, I was walking past the employee rest room and he came out and almost bumped into me. He had forgotten to zip up. He wasn't wearing any underpants and as he looked down and mumbled something, I caught a glimpse of his huge penis and swaying testicles. Quickly, he turned around to zip his fly. He was flushed as he brushed past me in the hall. Mom, I had never could believe that any man would be so huge, at least it seemed that way, from a quick glimpse."
