Coffe, Tea and Me
We were having one of those lovely conversations I had come to cherish as my daughter grew older. She had become a good friend in many ways, telling me things over the years I really didn't want to hear about her or myself, but that always challenged me to take stock of my life and often come to grips with things I never thought I'd get over. Sex was always a favorite topic because it was so rare to find people open enough to really dive in and my little Tori had really grown into her own and had adopted that side of me. Her sister was another matter, endlessly embarrased by even a modest hint. Tori was different. Not only was she unembarrased, but had really explored the modern world of sex in a way I could have only dreamed of. So whenever I had questions, or wanted to go explore, Tori was frequently on my list of places to go and people to talk to.
We were sitting in her apartment on a sunny spring morning. We had both been up for an hour or so and had luxuriously taken our time about waking to the day. The conversation was a wonderous way to go. I was in my tap pant nylon briefs, sleeping camisole, slippers and my nylon robe. She had come in in her sweats, and tank. Without her bra, her heavy breasts and nipples just jostled the light green jersy fabric as she reached for this and that. Her butt cheeks did the same for the black sweats as she reached for a mug and then the creamer.
It wasn't too unusual for me to notice these details of my daughter. I had gotten over the freak out of my tendancies to look after she and I had discussed her bisexuality. She had been sharing her own struggles for years and I was there when she came to terms with it. Over many years of investigating the topic and what she was going through, I had learned ther were a lot worse things in the world than admiring a lovely body. Along the way, this realization and acceptance was a companion to other truths.
I learned that what made one attractive was less the shape of the body as the attitude with which one carried it. Thanks to Tori's encouragement, I had explored porn. The cocks on the boys were wonderful to watch and many hours of imagining their wonders kept me going. Over time I found great comfort and excitment in watching women, mainly BBW and Mature. I was just as aroused by the floppy breast as the petit butt and that made me feel better about my own frumpiness. It also changed the way I looked at my daughter's shape. I realized what mattered was how her vital signs were and less what her profile was. This allowed me to become less inhibited about looking at her, and helped me, and presumably her, deal with the insecurity fostered by society's narrow standards.
This morning there was some alchemy of the relaxed moments, promise of spring and my own curiosity which came together to arouse me while looking at my daughter during our conversation. I had never considered having any kind of relations with her for so many reasons, and I still didn't, but I could imagine (and sometimes orgasmed) what it might be like to touch her there, and there. Not unpleasant, and not shocking. Not torid emotional love affairs and marraige. Just touching. As so often happens in such diversions, I just began to talk about sex.
"Tori, I've been shopping online for dildos and I just don't know what to get." Without missing a beat, which really told me how far our level of trust had come, she said, "Yeah, it's tough without some experience with them."
"Do you have any experience with them?"
"Actually, uhm, yes."
"Really? I'm shocked." I offered in mock indignation.
"I know, I'm endlessly shocking my mother." She offered dryly. We both giggled.
"So."
"So what?"
"Tell me about them!"
"Well you tell me what your questions are silly! I can't very well help you if I don't know what you know already!"
"Ah, okay. Let's see. Well, I like the idea of big, but I don't know how much I can take. I like your fathers penis, but I'm pretty sure it's not 10 inches ..."
"TMI!"
"Sorry. It's hard to know where the boundaries are these days ... Second, I don't know what kind of stimulation I want because I don't know what they do! I've got an old straight shaft vibrator and that's kinda cool, but these clit stimulators are intriguing. I just don't know."
"Why not buy a few and try?"
"You know me, I can't stand the idea of buying something I can't return that just gathers dust in the drawer."
"No worries, Mom, we can place your dildo orphans."
We both giggled a little more. Her boobs shook under the tank top. I was a bit on fire by this time and was beginning to look for some relief. I became more aroused by her nipples swelling too.
"Well, my question really has to do with whether or not you can help me choose?"
My daughter was quiet. It scared me a little. I thought I might have pushed her too far.
"It's okay honey. You don't have to tell me. I'm sorry for pushing."
"No, mom, it's okay. I'm just a little embarrased to answer your question."
"Oh honey there's nothing to be embarrassed about with toys." As soon as I said it, I realized I had misinterpretted her discomfort. I waited. After a moment of concentration, she looked into the distance and said, "Stay here. I'll be right back." She padded off to her room and returned a minute later with a box. A big box. I recognized it as one of her closet storage organizing boxes. It's label simply read "Fun." She opened it and I gasped. I tried not to, but I just couldn't help it.
"Holy shit." I muttered.
"Mom!"
"Sorry dear, there's just so many." She was clearly embarassed. I decide not to let her off the hook. "You should go into business dear."
"Uhmm, yeah. So you have your choice. "
I reached in and delicately removed one of the clit stimulating vibrators. My pussy was on fire. I turned it on. Not too much different than my old friend in my lingerie drawer, but I could see all I had to do was hold it in place and ride my way to heaven. "Can I try it?"
"Knock yourself out."
I looked into her eyes, grinned. "What?" she said. I grinned one of my evil grins and took the dildo under the table, opened my legs and pressed the dildo to my crotch through the silky material. It was wonderful. My daughter just stared in a kind of shock.
"Hey," I said, "shock is usually my job."
"I didn't think you'd do that right here in front of me!"
"Sorry. It's just, I don't know ..." I couldn't stop. It was too much of a turn on. I closed my eyes and throwing caution to the wind, let the stimulation take me. Still under the table, I pulled aside my robe and panties to put the head right at my lips. Depsite my reservations about doing this in front of Tori, she didn't seem upset or put off, so I kept going. She was biting her lower lip, so I chanced she was liking it.
"Don't worry Mom. It's a bit of a turn on to watch." As she stood watching, I could see her nipples harden through her shirt. She was staring at my face and my boobs, and I was beginning to gyrate under my new blue friends seductions. Still pulled up to the table, i leaned forward, resting my boobs on the breakfast table. I could feel my nipples straining at the camisole and so I added gentle sweeping motions to increase the rubbing of the material on my areolas.
"Wow." I muttered.
"Pretty nice, eh? Do you have it inside you yet?"
"Not yet."
"Try it."
I leaned forward more, pulled aside my robe and my panties and plunged the vibrator into my soaking pussy and felt the stimulation really work on me. My panties got in the way, so I interupted the moment enough to pull them off and flopped them on the table. I went back to work on my pussy again.
She came around behind me and rubbed my breasts through the nylon. The coming almost began there.
Suddenly, I felt Tori grab my free hand. "Come over here. It'll be more comfortable." Without my noticing, she had taken the box over to the living room coffee table and spread the toys out. ALL of them. It was bewildering. She ushered me over and helped me open my robe. I shivered, almost coming again. Having her lead me was really exciting.
She sat me down and helped me lie back. She lifted my leg closest to the coffe table up and away as she sat down. My other leg she encouraged up onto the couch back. She ralaxed herself with my calf across her lap. There I was, highly aroused, spread eagled with my highly aroused daughter in between my legs.
"Here." She took the blue vibrator from me and slowly entered me with it. "Relax into it. Just let it sink into you." I did, all the way untill the clit stimulator bagan to, well, stimulate me. I leaned back, let out a long moan of relaxation and taking advantage of my free hands massaged by breasts over the camisole. Tori had been running her hands over my thighs, tops of my legs and up my stomach. She reached up and pushed the hem of the camisole up to expose my breasts to the outside and she plowed her hand into my tit, massaging it and tweeking my nipple.
As I rode the dildo, she withdrew both her hands but only after guiding me to manage the dildo myself. "You practice with that." She stood up removing her tank to reveal her lovely boobs. I stared as she stared at me. I was on fire. The vibrator was sending me places I didn't know existed and I was getting the most amazing visual treat I'd ever seen. We were going someplace here and neither one of us seemed to have a problem with it.
She looked at me after smoothing her boobs out and bit her lip again then hooked her thumbs to her waistband, and bent over at the waist lowering her pants and brushing my leg with her boobs. It was heavenly. When she stood back up, she leaned over to the box and pulled out a red, clear, 22" dildo. I gulped, "For you or for me?" I could feel a bit of fear creep in. She just smiled.
She leaned over me again, this time dragging her boobs across my stomach, over my own boobs, where she circled her nipples and mine several times, then, hands on the arm of the couch, on either side of my head, she dropped a nipple into my mouth. I eagerly suckled it, and massaged it with my free hand. She let out a sigh that made my heart leap with joy. She began to grind her wet crotch into my abdomen, sending me into orbit with sexual sensations.
I had forgotten about her dildo, when she shifted her balance to insert it into herself. The effect was that more of her tit spread across my face. I hungrily devoured while the little dildo brought me closer and closer to orgasm. I got the edge and fell over, exploding in a soaking bath of come.
"AAGHH, holy shit!" I bellowed.
"Mom, you shouldn't be so obscene ..."
"Fuck off." I giggled.
"If you insist." She stood up ad again the 22 incher raised it's head. I got only a litle less scared, until I saw it was double headed. Hmmm. Interesting.
She lay down with her crotch to me and inserted the red monster. It lay across my crotch, tickling my clit as she massaged it in and out of herself. I got the idea quickly and helped her. She eased back, taking in the pleasure. I couldn't believe how gratifying this was. I then stuffed the other end into me, replacing the little blue wonder.