Ever since her 18th birthday, Emily's relationship with her mother has been very different from before. Ever since Emily took that seat between her mother's legs and was taught how to masturbate herself, she's wanted more, but she didn't quite know how to channel her sexual frustration into anything productive. She hadn't dare masturbate since her birthday, since she knew it wouldn't feel as good without her mommy's support, gaze, and touch. Now, nearly 2 weeks later, Emily was so horny, yet so shy, that all she could do was make small advances and hints towards her mother. A brush against the thigh here, a panty-less day there, it was all just Emily begging to be touched again.
Noticing her daughter's new-found sexual energy, Mary decided to put some boundaries into place to assure that her daughter didn't grow into a whore (at least not a whore for anyone but her own mom).
The first step she took was to make a new list of house rules. On the fridge, below the normal chores that any senior high school student would have to do (the dishes, sweeping, etc.), Mary now has taped the following rules:
1. No masturbating without supervision
2. Always ask permission to cum
3. When mommy says to do something, do it
4. No playing with other other girls or boys private parts without supervision and permission from mommy
5. Emily must inform mommy any time she feels horny
Rule number one was the one to be tested this night, as Emily shuffled in to the living room wearing nothing but a silky, light blue, short nightie, and white socks with bunnies on it. Her hair was tied into two pigtails. She looked nothing short of absolutely angelic.
Mary was sitting in the living room watching tv as she usually does at 8:00 at night. Mary's hair was also tied up, her's into a tight pony tail. She was wearing a black band t-shirt from her college days that hardly fit her, and red short shorts that exposed her pussy every time she opened her legs too wide. Mary's breasts pressed into her t-shirt and stretched the fabric to its limits; it was clear that she was not wearing any underwear or bra. Mary preferred it this way, as in the hotter months, such undergarments become a nuisance.
Quietly, as to not disturb mommy too much, Emily took tiny steps into the living room until she was just in mommy's field of vision. Mary turned her head and smiled at her daughter.
"Hello cutiepie. What can I do for you?" she said.
Emily blushed. She didn't want to say it. She didn't want to say that she couldn't stop thinking about her mother's fingers circling her clit or pushing deep inside her and probing her private parts. She didn't want to reveal the dirty, incestuous thoughts that had been on repeat in her head for weeks now, or that these thoughts were all she were thinking about in this very moment, and it was causing her cunny to leak.
"Mommy, I... I need some help."
Mary's eyebrow raised, obviously something was wrong. "Of course babygirl, what can I help you with?"
"I-I want to masturbate..." Emily's face was beet red, and she was staring directly to the floor. She didn't dare meet the gaze of her mommy. This was the first time she had asked for anything like this, and it was equally parts embarrassing and exciting.