Bonnie was sitting in the big recliner in the living room. She was naked and had her knees over the arms; her thighs spread wide, her ass right on the edge of the seat. Her right hand held the phone as her left hand rubbed up and down over her smoothly shaven sex. The middle finger of that hand ran slowly in her slick slippery slit. The fingertip would dip into her sopping wet pussy at the bottom and circle her swollen clit at the top.
She was totally engrossed in her little game of phone sex. So much so, that she did not hear or see her daughter come in through the back door, which she had forgotten to lock. Connie, her daughter hurried across the kitchen and down the hall to the little half bath under the stairs. It had been an even longer drive than normal home from college it seemed and her eyeteeth were floating.
Bonnie now had two fingers sliding up and down in her slit, dipping into her pussy and rolling her clit around. Phone sex had always gotten her off hard and today was no exception. She was so into what her partner was saying that she even missed the flush of the toilet. The first she knew of her daughter being home was when she skidded to a stop as she came around the corner from the hall.
"Mother!" Connie yelled as her eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open.
Bonnie gave a jerk as her eyes went to her daughter in surprise. She was right on the ragged edge of an orgasm. Instead of jerking her hand away from her sex, she jammed the two fingers as deep in her vagina as she could and held them there as she came long and hard.
"Oh, God," she groaned as her orgasm just rolled on, daughter watching or not.
By the time Bonnie was down to the thigh shivering stage of her orgasm, she said into the phone, "I'm... I'm going to have to call you back, I've got a small problem here."
She listened for a second and then replied, "No, nothing that I can't handle. At least I think I can, that is if I can get my fingers out of my sex."
Bonnie listened again and then giggled softly. "No, it's more like your daughter just walked in on me in all my glory, sticky fingers and all."
With a soft groan, Bonnie took the phone away from her ear and pushed the off button. She shivered and looked at her daughter. "Uh, welcome home. You really should knock or ring the bell, or wear a bell for that matter."
Connie had finally got her mouth closed but her eyes were still wide and locked onto the two fingers still moving slightly in and out of her mother's pussy. They were slick and shiny and made a soft squishing noise as they moved. She gave a shiver of her own as she realized it was much the same sound her pussy made under the same circumstances.
"Why are you home in the middle of the week?" Bonnie asked. She felt very exposed as she asked the question and considered moving her legs but her body did not want to move. It was enjoying the afterglow too much.
"Uh... I... uh..." Connie stammered for a moment and then her eyes went to her Mother's face. "Who were you having phone sex with?" She asked and then added, "Why were you having phone sex in the middle of the afternoon and where is Daddy?"
"Your dad took his mother to visit her sister. You know she does not like to fly. Anyway, he stopped for the night early and called me. The rest is history you might say."
"You... you were having phone sex with daddy?"
"Since way before you were born. Otherwise you would probably look a lot like Ed Martin."
With a very confused look, Connie asked, "Who the hell is Ed Martin?"
"He was the milkman that delivered to my mother's house, way back when. He had the cutes butt and.... Well, never mind that."
Still confused, Connie asked, "You were fooling around with the milkman?"
Bonnie laughed. "Nope, just lusting after him like every other young or not so young woman in town. He was a hunk and hung halfway to his knee."
Connie's mouth dropped open again. She had never heard her mother talk like that. She had always considered her pretty much a prude but here she sat with two fingers still in her pussy and talking about some guy hung to his knee.
"But... but... but..." Connie finally got out in a sputter.
Bonnie sighed deeply as she pulled the two fingers out of her sex and moved her feet to the floor. She could feel the slip and slide of her sex as she closed her knees and sat up. She looked at the two shiny fingers and then grinned. "I'm tired of being mommy, I'm going to be me," she whispered and then stuffed the fingers into her mouth and sucked on them.
Connie was back to wide-eyed and open-mouthed mode. She was shocked beyond her wildest dreams. From the look on her mother's face it was not the first time she had sucked the juices off her fingers. She was enjoying the hell out of it. Of course, she could not say anything; she loved to do that also. Off a dick straight from her pussy was even better. She closed her mouth and groaned softly.
Bonnie pulled the fingers out of her mouth with a sucking sound and grinned at her daughter. "You too, huh? I like it even better off your dad's big dick, especially if he's mixed in with it."
Connie groaned even louder and then turned around quickly as a bright red blush covered her face to her hairline.
Bonnie laughed and stood up. She shifted her hips from side to side feeling the wet slipperiness between her upper thighs and her pussy lips. It felt almost as good as that well fucked and creamed feeling. Looking at her daughter she said, "Look, I've been mommy and mother for a little over twenty years now but since you finally caught me at my little game, that's over. What you see and what you saw is who and what I am so get used to it. I love sex and I'm pretty sure you do also."
Connie spun around ready to protest but then she saw the fingers back in her mother's mouth and her hips moving, she froze. With a deep groan, she nodded her head.
Bonnie pulled the fingers out of her mouth and whispered, "Good, now that we have that out of the way, why are you home in the middle of the week?"
Connie groaned and shook her head. "I'm think about dropping out of college," she whispered. "I found out Jack was cheating on me with two different girls at the same time."
Bonnie crossed the room with long strides and gathered her daughter in her arm. "I'm so sorry to hear that," she whispered as she hugged her daughter tightly.
Once again, Connie was shock beyond imagination. It was not the hug but the naked mommy that was doing it that had her that way. Then she decided not to think about it and hugged her mom back. The only problem was all that bare skin she was touching. She was so glad she had worn her jeans and a baggy t-shirt.
A few minutes later, Bonnie relaxed her grip on her daughter and asked, "Did you guys have problems, or did he just decide he wanted to be a dog?"
Connie sighed and decided to be honest with her mom. "I... I really don't know. He was more into the party scene than I was but things seemed to be going great for us being in different dorms and all."
"Yeah, that living apart thing is what almost broke your father and me up after high school. No place to call our own, where we could fuck each other stupid. About three weeks after graduation, we found a small apartment that we could afford and fixed that."
Connie lifted her head from her mother's shoulder and looked into her eyes. "You and dad lived together before you got married?" she asked in disbelief. Her mother had always seemed to straight-laced to do something like that. But then again, a lot of things were coming to light that was changing that thinking she realized.
