Jasmine was eating her breakfast in the kitchen when she heard the bathroom door closing. It was a little strange because her mother used to wake up an hour later than that. Ever since her father left them, six years ago, for the eyes of a twenty years old blonde, her mother was the only one to assume full responsibility of all household expenses as none of the relatives offered to lend a helping hand. There were a mortgage loan and various credit cards which ought to be paid up urgently. Her mother was bound to work overtime, for as long as she could remember, in an account office which was run by two older luscious ladies, Matthea and Rosa.
Jasmine couldn't help her mother because she was eighteen- 5'7", long black hair, black eyes, 34 B cup size and hairy pussy-and had to finish high school first-she had lost 3 years due to behavioral problems. She was very fond of her mother and actually-unconsciously-had developed a crush on her. Many times she had caught herself staring like a fool at her mother's curves while she was busy doing her household duties. Her mother never wore a bra at home and Jasmine especially enjoyed the ample view of her cleavage and the way her mother's tits were bouncing when she was washing clothes by hand.
The best part was, when her mother, dressed in white t-shirt and trimmed tiny blue jean shorts, was trying to dust the furniture using a feather broom-she had always been a little bit clumsy. She would bend over completely, like a naive Hollywood starlet, just to check behind the furniture, forcing the fabric of her jeans to disappear between her crotch and asscheeks, or stretch her body to such extent that her bulky breasts would almost tear the hapless white t-shirt. Sometimes her mother would climb a ladder and call her to hold it still. Jasmine then, could enjoy the view from under and see her mother's hairy labia being split in two; an amazing spectacle that always made her so wet.
Of course, Jasmine wouldn't be satisfied if she couldn't see more, therefore she acquired the habit of spying on her mother. Alas, even though she had been peeking through her mother's bedroom lock for quite some time, she hadn't been able to see anything of interest. So she grabbed the opportunity and rushed to the bathroom to check what her mother was up to.
Jasmine knelt before the door and peered through the keyhole. Myra-that was her mother's name-was filling a bowl with hot water and was wrapped in a white towel which barely covered her wide tight ass. She finished filling the bowl and then took off the towel. Jasmine held her breath as she had never seen her mother naked before.
Although Myra was 40 years old, her body looked fresh and young. She had long black hair, nice curvy tits-36 C-with huge brown nipples, slim waist and wide hips. Her ass was bulky but firm enough, her asscheeks were toned and fleshy and her pussy was covered by a dense forest of curly black hair. She was only 5'3'' tall and her origin was Hispanic.
Myra lifted her hair with her hands and admired her image at the mirror. Then she grabbed her bag and took out a cone shaped metallic object. It had a round base-1 inch diameter-a small shaft-1 inch long- and a main body which was 4 inches long and its widest part was 3 inches. Jasmine had never seen an anal-plug before and was very curious to see how her mother would use it. She knew that she would witness something unique and instinctively put her right hand under her skirt.
Myra brought the anal-plug near her mouth and kissed it gently. She licked the base and then passed her tongue along its length very slowly. Her tongue made a few circles around its perimeter and then her velvet lips embraced the cold case. She started bobbing her head on it-warming it up with her burning hot breath at the same time-slowly shoving more and more each time into her mouth. The features of her face were being distorted in a terrible manner as she was desperately trying to accommodate all of it in her small mouth. She even gagged when the tip of the plug tickled her throat and decided to let it go.
Jasmine couldn't believe in her eyes and rubbed them so hard that couldn't see a thing for a moment. Myra bent over a little and brought the plug close to her butt. She raised her right leg and put the tip in the entrance of her anus. At that point Jasmine was sure that her mother would shove it in her hairy pussy, but when she saw her going the other way, she couldn't help herself and immediately started rubbing her labia over the fabric of her white cotton knickers like a mad cat.
Myra pushed the plug inside her butt with some difficulty, even though the plug was fully coated in her saliva. The plug was splitting her ass mercilessly in two and she couldn't stop whimpering and moaning. Jasmine's fingers were running amok up and down her crotch which was on fire. Her knickers were already soaking wet and her heart was beating like hell. The fact that her mother was abusing her own ass with such brutality was something out of this world. Her mother always looked so proper and prim-and she was!-that she always wondered if her mother ever knew what the word "masturbation" meant.
Myra couldn't fit the plug properly inside her butt, so she decided to move it in and out in order to relax her muscles. She did a few times and then she bent over completely and used both hands to push the rest of it inside. Myra was pushing hard with all her might but to no avail. Its widest part had stuck in her anal rim and the damned thing wouldn't go further. Frustrated and tired beyond the limits of her patience, and having exhausted all other options, Myra decided to give it a last try. Having the plug still stuck inside her ass, she took a chair and...sat.
Her scream of agony echoed so loud that almost broke all glassware in the bathroom. Jasmine also, had to quit rubbing her pussy for a moment and cover her ears with both hands.
Having achieved-at last!-her goal and obviously being very happy, Myra took and wore a pair of black stiletto heels and then stood up. She started walking around the room, swaying her hips rhythmically in a very feminine way. Apparently, the constant flow of electrical pulses, caused inside her abused and stretched rectum by the vibrations of her movement, was too overwhelming and enjoyable. She acted as if she was dreaming of herself walking on a catwalk, showing off her "assets" to the public.
Jasmine would have never believed, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, the fact that her mother would have been able to take up in her ass such monster and then walk around as if nothing had happened. She had lowered her knickers and her fingers were drilling her flaming pussy with amazing speed and ferocity as she wouldn't give a damn if she got caught during the action. Her body was trembling and shaking and the phantom vision of her inevitable orgasm had started to loom in the horizon, when she decided to wait a little bit more and see what her mother had still in store.
Myra took a safety razor, shaving cream and brush from a drawer. She brought two stools close to her chair and put the bowl with the hot water on one and her other stuff on the other. After putting a towel on the chair, she sat and spread her legs as far as she could. She moistened her hairy pussy with hot water and then used the shaving-brush to lay the cream on her pubic area and around her half-opened slit. The soft hair of the brush was tickling and teasing her super sensitive puffy pussylips so much that she couldn't stop quivering and moaning with pleasure. She did pass the brush over her hyper-extended clit many times, lingering enough to stimulate it as much as possible. Then, she parted her pussylips, using her left index and middle fingers, and proceeded in brushing her burning inner folds with extreme caution and care.
