‘Ohhh!’, sighed Karen.
The water was hot on her skin and the last lingering waves of her climax were easing away. She smoothed her hands over her breasts and felt the tight hard nubs of her erect nipples under her palms.
Karen had been divorced for over two years and had not made love with a man since. Two years was a long time but after sixteen years with John the idea of being with another guy didn’t appeal anymore. It wasn’t that he was mean or abusive or a bad lover and ruining her for life that way. No, something down deep just never felt quite right during that time together and maybe that in some way also contributed to the end of the relationship. During her marriage she never masturbated. Somehow, that too just didn’t sit right in the relationship and her husband should be enough. At the time that sounded okay to her. But after he was long gone and she was on her own once more she started the practice up again. It was most enjoyable and some of the most powerful orgasms came from those quiet sessions late at night in bed while her daughter slept. More than once having to press her face hard into the pillows so not to wake Sara in the next room. Karen was loud. She never was with John, only when she did herself was she letting go and crying out in ecstasy.
Sara had just turned eighteen a few months earlier and was enjoying the summer before going to college with friends and working two part-time jobs to help out paying for school. During the day Karen had the house to herself and this time in the afternoon was hers and hers alone. Completely alone.
Her quiet sessions would start out the same way. Undressing in front of the mirror and admiring her body. It was shapely and did show signs of aging but she was still young and had Sara when she was young. Her hair was wavy and short, above the shoulders and dark brown. Her face was round but by no means chubby. Her breasts hung lovely and full and her nipples lay dark and small. She would touch her skin and caress down her sides and up to her hair and face. Stroking every inch of her body slowly and moving bare foot to the edge of the bed where she would pull and play with her nipples and her hand traveling down over her belly to between her thighs. The teasing game would begin and Karen would touch lightly at the edges of her lips and watch in the dresser mirror at herself touching herself. This aroused her more than she could have imagined. The very first time she saw her own hand, her own fingers embedded up in her pussy she came. She massaged her inner thigh as the other hand rubbed and stroked gently over her sex. She had started shaving there too. It felt amazing self-pleasuring a soft smooth pussy. This is when she would allow her fantasies to wander across her mind. Eyes shut and only feeling what her hands were doing. A stranger’s hands now and not always of a man. More often than not Karen was thinking of a woman’s touch. She had never thought herself a lesbian or even bisexual. But the sensations of these images aroused and pleased her so much she allowed them all the time now. She thought of a woman down there licking, caressing and sucking her clit until she exploded and her most erotic fantasies came when she thought of returning the favors to her lover. Her fingers were inside now and rubbing the roof of her pussy hard. She was trembling and whimpers escaped her lips.
‘Oh yesss, please…. mmmm fuck me there. Lick my sweet pussy darling… oh my darling love. Kiss my nipples. Bit them…oh yes yes, oh oh there, sweetie…. Fuck me!’ Karen spoke aloud knowing that she was alone in the house. Sara was at work.
Karen brought herself off thinking of a girl she invented in her mind. Young, soft, pretty, and sexy. The orgasm grew and slowly she let it overtake her thoughts and she was on her knees on the floor finger fucking her pussy harder. One hand massaging her breast and pinching a nipple making her cry out alittle. Her lover kissed her there hard and nipped at her nub in her passion. Her lover touched her and was fucking her deeply now.
‘oh! Oh god…mmmmmmmmnnnnnnnhhhh hhhh hhhhhhhh hh!’ Karen screamed.
‘OH! Fuck me my sweet girl…ooooooowwww Sara…mmmmmmmmm.’ She thought louder in her head. The image of the young girl was so clear as her climax came and she fell back against the side of the bed in exhaustion.
Karen, panting and spent moved to the bathroom and erasing the image of her daughter from her mind turned on the water in the shower and tested it with one hand as she held her hair out of her face with the other.
‘Sara, god…. Could I be that bad. Me fantasy lover is her!’ Karen thought aloud as she stood in the heat of the spraying water. She absently started to lather herself in scented soap that she enjoyed and Sara always gave to her at Christmas.
Soaping her breasts the tingle began again and she fell back into fantasy. Her hands caressed and touched her wet skin. Exploring down again to her swollen pink folds and rubbing her clit with soapy fingers. The arousal grew as the water hit her body and massaged her nipples and throat. She wet her hair and fingering her pussy lightly began to masturbate again. This was heaven. It was going to be a wonderful session. Her moans built up to a fever pitch again and she was crying out and breathlessly whispering encouragements to her invisible lover.
‘mmmm suck my nipple, oh yesss, harder sweetie…don’t be afraid of hurting me….oh how I love your kisses. Mmmmm put your hand on my pussy, touch me there…mmmm’ she muttered.
The sound of the water and her own moaning drowned out the sound of Sara coming home. She dropped her bags at the bottom of the stairs and called up to Karen.
‘Mom! You home?’
Sara kicked her shoes off and climbed the stairs. She went into her bedroom and heard the shower in the adjoining bathroom, which they both shared.
‘Mom, I’m home.’ She said to the closed door. There was no answer but the moaning was loud enough for Sara to hear. Right off she knew what was going on in the shower. The idea of her mother masturbating had never really crossed her mind. She wasn’t sure that she even thought about it before at all. She did it, about any time she had the house to herself so Sara smiled and knew her mother was doing just that.
She turned without listening at the door and then as she got to the bedroom door she couldn’t help herself and stepped slowly and quietly back to the bathroom doorway. She listened to the pleasured moaning and cries and the muffled words. It was the moaning that got to her the most. As she leaned against the doorframe she could easily over hear the sounds of pleasure. Sara felt that tingle and as she listened to the door she started caressing her breasts and her cheeks. She felt flushed and her pussy twitched and ached. She stroked herself between her legs and pressed the door open a crack to hear better. She felt so quilty then but couldn’t turn away or close the door. It was too late to ignore the urges within her young body now. Her fingers down in the elastic of her panties and exploring the wet lips of her pussy. She listened to her mother coming and then the thing that sent her backwards.
‘Sara, oh…my darling…. Fuck me harder lick me suck me…oh yess yessssss.’ Came from inside the hissing shower.
Sara heard her own name and stumbled backwards. Karen opened the shower door and stepping out saw the open bathroom door on Sara’s bedroom’s side.
‘Sara, are you there?’ Karen called.
There was the longest silence and then she heard,
‘Mom, yeah, um I’m here.’ Sara said very quietly.
Karen wrapped a towel around her body and walked into Sara’s room to find her sitting on the floor. Her panties around her knees.
‘Sara, are you okay, did you fall?’
Sara caught her breath.
‘um, yeah. I tripped getting undressed for a shower.’ She lied.
Karen looked down at her blushing daughter and knew better.
‘So did you cum yet darling. Were you listening to me in there?’ Karen asked and sat on the bed, her hair wet and clinging to her neck.
Sara scrambled to get up and pulled her panties up. It was obvious that she was caught listening in.
‘Um, well…okay alittle bit. I never thought you did that sort of stuff. I couldn’t help it and well I got turned on a little. I’m sorry mom.’ Sara sighed.
Karen thought a moment and patted the bed as a gesture for Sara to sit with her there.
‘How much did you hear?’
Sara sat and shuffled alittle nervously. It was enough that she listened to her mother fingering herself but then to hear her name like that. Sara didn’t know how embarrassed she should be at that moment.
‘I heard you…well coming. I kinda couldn’t help that huh.’ She smiled.
‘Loud huh…. Well can’t help that. It just happens that way. I get caught up in my own body and wow…. You know.’ She nodded.
