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Gilmore Girls Beginnings
by Oric13
Prologue
My mom and I have always been close - much closer then any other
mother/daughter relationship I've ever known. And this is not just my
opinion: a lot of people have said
the same... I guess it probably has a lot to do with how young mom was
when she got pregnant and gave birth to me, still just a child herself in
many ways, though she had to grow up real fast after that.
Still... mom's not the only girl to have a child when she's sixteen,
and yet I'm pretty positive that most of those other girls' relationships
with their daughters are nowhere near as strong, or as close, as the bond
that mom and I share.
It's a good thing nobody knows exactly *how* close mom and I really are.
Chapter 1 - The "Talk"
It all started on my thirteenth birthday. After a hectic birthday
party, mom and I were lazing around in the living room, where the huge mess
left over from the party still needed to be cleaned up.
However, we were both so worn out from the party, and the birthday week
proceeding it, that we flat-out refused to do anything that would take even
the slightest bit of effort, so cleaning up the rubble would just have to
wait until tomorrow. Even watching TV seemed too much of a hassle since
neither of us wanted to dig through the mountains of confetti, present
wrappings, pulled-down decorations, dirty plates and glasses, and empty
pizza boxes to find the remote.
For some reason, mom decided this would be the perfect time to have the
"talk" with me. Sorta like the perfect ending to a perfect day - or maybe
she was just bored out of her mind and couldn't think of anything else to
do.
Mom opened a bottle of wine and, in honour of my birthday, poured me a
glass as well; then calmly described - in detail - the workings of the male
and female reproductive organs.
The sex talk started out rather awkward but after getting the technical
stuff out of the way, she began telling me the basics about sex between a
boy and a girl, which is where things got interesting.
She first explained to me what kind of birth control devices were the
most effective and made me promise that as soon as I even considered having
sex with a boy to give her a heads-up so she could get me on the pill, and
also to ALWAYS make a boy wear a condom, even if I'm already on the pill.
She then told me where her super secret hiding place is in which she'd
hidden her "emergency" stash of condoms, in case I needed them in the near
future.
Poor mom... I didn't have the heart to tell her that I'd known about
her "super secret" hiding place for a long time already. It's the hollow
inside of the large yellow plastic duck I used to bathe with when I was
little that she'd hidden in the bathroom, underneath the sink.
After the birth control speech, I asked mom how to be a good, or at the
very least, a decent lover. So she started describing some of the sexual
positions most men she's been with preferred and the ones she herself
really liked, but then figured it would be easier to just show me some of
the best sex positions instead of describing them, and got out the Kama
Sutra.
Leafing through the book, mom pointed out the most "interesting"
illustrations and narrated them in a really funny way while I giggled like
a little schoolgirl (which I was at that time). We spend at least two
hours going through the book before switching over to another (but no less
interesting) topic: masturbation.
Mom had a bit more trouble explaining the finer points of masturbation
to me then she had with explaining about sex (mostly because this time she
didn't have an illustrated book to help her along) but she taught me the
basics, like, where to find the clit and what to do with it; and how to
find my G-spot, that sorta thing. She then basically told me that getting
the hang of masturbating is mostly a trial and error thing: different
people like different things and the way to get good at it is to practice
a
lot -- and the same thing goes for sex.
We talked a little more after that, but since it was getting late we
soon decided to call it a night.
After kissing mom goodnight, I went to my room and was already halfway
undressed when I heard a knock on my bedroom door.
"Come in!" I shouted.
The door opened and mom stuck her head through the opening, smiling at
me standing there in my underwear. "Hi, honey, I've got you something that
might come in "handy" tonight - or any other night," she added as an
afterthought.
Trying to put on an innocent face (and failing miserably), mom handed
me
a bottle of hand lotion accompanied with a cheerful, "Enjoy!"
I silently accepted the lotion and stared at it. I could feel my face
flush from embarrassment, which was pretty silly considering the kinda
conversation I just had. Looking up, I met mom's eyes and shot her a
smirk. "Thanks, mom!" I said in my most chipper voice.
"'Night, sweetie." She winked at me and turned to leave. She was almost
out the door when she suddenly looked back and gave me one of her infamous
impish looks. "Oh... and Rory? Let me know if you need a hand."
I made a face at her and she walked away laughing.
I stood there silently for a while, holding the lotion... then
shrugged. Putting the bottle of lotion on the nightstand, I quickly removed
my underwear, threw them in my dirty clothes basket, and slid my naked body
under the covers.
For a long time, I stared at the hand lotion on my dresser. Then tossed
and turned for a while. Then stared at the bottle of lotion some more.
After about half an hour of this, I finally figured: what the hell!
Tossing back the covers, I grabbed the lotion and squirted some on my hand.
Putting the bottle back on the nightstand, I rubbed my hands together and
placed one hand on my boobs and slid the other one down to my pussy.
And just like that, I took my first steps into the wonderful world of
masturbation - beginning my youthful experimentations by stroking my
lotion-covered fingers back and forth across my boobies and hairless little
slit. I shivered with delight at the tingly sensations that my hesitant
fingers managed to extract.
My pink nipples soon became hard, standing proudly erect like two little
soldiers. Becoming a bit more daring, I took the stiff knobs between my
thumb and forefinger and alternately tweaked and pinched them. The heady
combination of pain & pleasure that shot through my titties brought a moan
of delight from my lips.
While using my left hand to play with my boobs, I stroked my right hand
down my belly to my moist pussy and rubbed my index finger back and forth
between my labia lips. Another shiver of delight went through me.
I didn't think this could possibly get any better, but then I suddenly
remembered mom telling me about my clit: how it's the most sensitive part
of a woman's genitalia, and often considered to be her "pleasure button".
So, naturally, I started looking for it...
My exploring fingers soon encountered a stiff little button near the top
of my slit hidden beneath a tiny hood of pink pussy flesh. When I gave the
taut little knob an experimental pinch, something that felt like an
electric shock went through my body, making me buck wildly on the bed...
I
felt pretty sure that I'd just found my clit.
Breathing heavily, I returned my hand to my pussy and lightly tickled
my
fingers across my mons, making sure to avoid my sensitive clit for a while.
This felt really nice, so I softly petted my pussy for a couple of minutes
more before tentatively stroking a finger across my stiff, red clit... The
sensations coming from my pleasure button made me squirm, but in a good
way.
I happily continued playing with my little clit while my other hand
massaged my boobs and tweaked my rock-hard nipples. I was really getting
into it now! Remembering mom's masturbation instructions, I closed my eyes
and imagined a cute boy playing with my naked body, instead of myself...
First it was a boy from my class that I had a crush on, then a cute young
TV actor... These images were getting me pretty hot, but it didn't seem
enough to reach that incredible feeling - an orgasm - that mom told me
about.
Mom... For some reason I couldn't stop thinking about her, even though
I was right in the middle of doing something that REALLY shouldn't make me
think about my mother - no matter how close we are!
But nevertheless her image kept popping up inside my mind. I found
myself thinking about how incredibly close we are, about the wonderful
birthday week she'd arranged for me, and - naturally - about the very
arousing sex lesson she'd given me tonight...
Thinking back to mom explaining to me the best way to play with my
pussy, and describing her favourite sexual positions, turned me on more
then all the cute classmates/actors/singers put together! Then, I suddenly
recalled mom's "innocent" offer to "lend me a hand"... Before I knew it,
I
was fantasizing about mom touching my secret places: playing with my tiny
titties and my bald little pussy while whispering lewd instructions into
my
ear, as she gave me what was to be the first of many practical lessons in
the art of sex.
~~~~~
"Spread your legs for mommy, sweetie... That's it! That's my good
little girl!" mom said approvingly as I pulled my legs back to my shoulders
and spread them as far as I could. "Now let's see how many fingers I can
fit inside your virgin cunt..."
A single digit slipped inside my tiny slit without too much effort and
started sliding in and out - spreading my juices around and preparing me
for the second finger, which joined the first one less then a minute later.
"That's two fingers already, Rory," mom proudly exclaimed, "you're doing
great!"
The two fingers moved around inside my tight pussy, expertly prodding
and probing the pink flesh, while her thumb teasingly rubbed my clit.
Moaning happily, I pressed my pussy against mom's soft hand, getting more
of her fingers inside me.
She smiled at me in a way that indicated both amusement and lust. "You
really like this, don't ya, honey? You love your mommy's fingers fucking
your teenaged twat!" she said excitedly. "Just look at yourself: lying
there naked and sweaty, with your feet folded behind your neck, flashing
your wide-open wet box at your mommy and humping her fingers! ... God,
Rory!! I never knew you're such a horny, little slut!!"
While her thumb almost continuously stroked my clit, mom got a fast
finger-fucking rhythm going with her two fingers - making me shake on the
bed and mewl with pleasure as I felt what must be an orgasm approaching...
I never had one, so I wasn't sure, but what else could this amazing feeling
be?
"Ohhhh!! I am, mommy!" I called back aroused. "I'm such a horny little
slut! YOUR horny little slut!! I'll do whatever you want, momma!"
Mom stroked my hair and we shared a loving smile. "I know you will,
sweetie. You're such a well-mannered, obedient girl, Lorelai Leigh
Gilmore," she told me tenderly. "Now lets see you play with your tiny
titties while I finger-fuck you to your first orgasm."
Obediently, I moved my hands to my boobs and started rubbing and
kneading the firm flesh while occasionally pinching my hard nips.
"Oh, Yeah!!" Mom whistled appreciatively. "You go, girl! ... Damn!
I
so love watching you play with yourself... we should do this more often!"
Winking at me, she gave me a friendly slap on the ass with her free
hand.
SMACK!!
"Now let's find out if we can't fit a third finger in there..." she said
thoughtfully while staring at my slit.
"Mom!" I groaned in protest as a third finger was added into my already
stretched pussy.
"Don't worry, baby," mom cooed reassuringly while driving her three
digits deeper inside my narrow love tunnel. "Your little cunt is juiced
up
nicely, and now that two of my fingers have just cleared the way, you
should be able to handle a third finger easily..."
I grunted as mom's three fingers were fully inserted into my pussy...
"See! That wasn't so hard, now was it?" mom triumphantly told me.
Okay, so they went in - but I can't say it was easy!
"Won't be long now before your tight little pussy is ready for mommy's
big black 9inch dildo," she said conversationally while moving her fingers
back and forth.
Before that statement could fully sink in, I let out another grunt as
mom pulled her fingers almost all the way out, and then pushed them back
in
again... She slowly repeated this a couple of times, and pretty soon she
was cheerfully finger-fucking me again while humming a happy tune.
As mom's fingers worked their magic in my pussy and my own fingers
played with my boobs, the discomfort of my stretched cunny was soon
forgotten. In fact, nothing much mattered right now except for the
wonderful sensations coursing through my body.
Panting with lust, I roughly pulled and twisted my hard nipples while
enthusiastically pushing my pussy against mom's pumping fingers. The
combined sensations coming from my pussy and tits made me dizzy with
lust... I started riding her hand faster, trying to get more of her fingers
inside me as I felt my very first orgasm building up inside me.
"That's it, sweetie!" mom panted excitedly. "No need to be shy! You're
almost there! Just keep on humping your little twat onto mommy's fingers
while you give those cute titties a good workout!"
Mom's enthusiastic encouragements brought me over the edge. Bucking
wildly on the bed, I came for the very first time.
~~~~~
Lying quietly on the bed with my eyes closed, I panted slightly as I
recovered from my first ever orgasm... Thinking hard, I tried to put the
sensations I felt during my orgasm into words, but all I could think was:
Wow! No wonder sex is so popular.
On my thirteenth birthday, I'd already read a truckload of books, and
plenty of those books dealt with sex. While reading about it, I usually
found myself thinking that the importance of sex is being way over
exaggerated in these stories... Why would any sane person ruin their life
for half an hour of pleasure? Okay, I know that I had my mother as a
living example that it could actually happen, but still...
Well, now it suddenly made a whole lot more sense... if it's THIS good
on my own, how great could it be with a real-life partner? For example,
someone like... mom!
Opening my eyes, I quickly looked around. For a brief, crazy moment,
I
hoped that my fantasy might have been real... it certainly FELT pretty
real! But instead of seeing mom smiling down at me, I found myself staring
at a dark, empty room... Glancing down at my naked body, I saw my right
hand cupping my pussy and my left hand lying near my breasts.
A sigh of disappointment inadvertently escaped me. Which was totally
crazy, I know. It's twisted enough that I couldn't get off until I used
my
own mother as masturbation material, but then to hope that she actually
diddled my slit for real?!
Ugh!! I should probably get my head examined!
After going to the bathroom to freshen up a bit, I got back into bed and
tried to get some sleep. Despite being worn-out from the busy day and my
first orgasm, I just couldn't get to sleep. No matter how hard I tried to
think of ANYTHING else: schoolwork, books I've read, even baseball!
nothing seemed to work... numerous perverted, pornographic fantasies
starring mom and me kept popping up in my mind. Images of her playing with
my pussy and the other way around; both of us totally naked doing a 69;
being draped naked across the back of the couch while mom fucked me from
behind with a strap-on dildo as we watched a home video on TV that showed
us having sex.
It just went on and on, each new fantasy more perverted than the one
before, and with each new fantasy I became more aroused... Despite my best
efforts to keep my hands beneath my pillow and go to sleep, my hands kept
sliding down to my pussy and tits, and before I knew it I was playing with
myself again.
Oh darn!! Mom should've warned me how addictive this is!
By the time I finally fell to sleep, it was already getting light
outside.
Chapter 2 - Seducing mom
"Hey, how about some leftover pizza? I'm pretty sure these slices
aren't more than a couple of days old... Hmm... unless these are the
leftovers from last month's pizza pig-out day, in which case I better bring
out the food poisoning pamphlet... Rory?"
Hearing mom say my name shook me from the trance-like state I was in,
and I treated me to a mental bitch-slap for allowing myself to drift into
another daydream about mom and me - naked & sweaty, on top of the kitchen
table, going at it like bunnies.
"Uh... Sure!" I hurriedly replied, my voice sounding an octave or so
higher than normal, "You know me: always ready to play a little leftover
roulette."
"That's my girl," mom grinned. Taking the leftover pizza from the
fridge, she dumped it on a plate and put it in the microwave. I watched
with fascination as she simultaneously programmed the timer on the
microwave while cramming the empty pizza box in the garbage can.
This, of course, made me fantasize about all the naughty things she
simultaneously could do to me ...
<sigh> Here I go again...
This kinda thing seemed to happen a lot lately whenever I'm around mom,
which is basically always - not counting school & sleep - and even then I'm
still fantasizing about her. And yes, I'm well aware of the huge creep-out
factor of my impromptu, incestuous daydreams, which is why I've valiantly
tried to stop it. But I just couldn't help myself this time: the moment
that she leaned over to search the fridge for anything eatable and treated
me to a great view of her perfect ass, I was hopelessly lost.
Mmmm... I really hope that someday I'll be able to fill out a pair of
tight jeans - and a tanktop - the way mom does.
Damn! And there I go *again*... Ever since that sex-talk I had with
mom on my 13th birthday, I can't stop thinking about the two of us together
in a variety of very unmother-daughter-like situations.
I guess it's safe to say that mom's sex-talk made one hell of an impact
on me. Sure, I've always considered mom to be beautiful, but I doubt that
I ever thought about her in a sexual way before that day.
Naturally, I was a tiniest bit freaked out when I suddenly found myself
fantasizing about my beloved mom doing all kinda X-rated stuff with me.
But after a long time of trying to resist any sort of sexual fantasy about
her, I just went with it - figuring that it would pass and I'd soon start
fantasizing about other people - people who'd be a lot more socially
correct to fantasize about than my own freakin' mother.
Well, it's been more than a year since that very special 13th birthday
and, instead of going away, my mom-featured fantasies have only grown more
frequent - and more depraved. Also: it used to be that I would only think
about doing twisted sex-acts with mom when I'm in bed (having some "quality
time" with myself), but a month or two ago I've picked up the inconvenient
habit of daydreaming about her anytime she looks or acts sexy... which is
pretty much always.
So, basically, ever since my 13th birthday the biggest thing on my mind
has been mom in her birthday suit.
After much soul-searching, I've decided to assess the situation
objectively. Since ignoring the problem didn't help, maybe I should try
facing it head-on. I don't mean I should jump naked in her bed, but maybe
if I did something small like... kiss her, then I'd finally get some kinda
fulfilment, and the whole depraved daydreaming thing might go away.
At the very least it's worth a try. Doing some brainstorming, I'd
already come up with a scheme to get mom to kiss me (which, now that I
think about it, was surprisingly easy); and today seemed as good a time as
any to put "Operation - Kissing Mom" into effect, especially since mom was
kind enough to provide me with a perfect opening:
"Hey, is something the matter, sweetheart?" she questioned as we were
getting ready for bed, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you just haven't seem
like yourself lately."
I quickly put on my most desponded face.
"Well, there is something..." I hesitantly replied while dropping down
on my bed, "but I don't know if I can talk about it; it's kinda
embarrassing."
Mom sat down beside me and put her hand on my shoulder. "Oh, c'mon!
You're talking to the woman who used to change your diapers. What could
be
embarrassing after *that*?"
I crinkled my nose. "Not the mental image I need right now, mom."
"Heh, sorry, sweetie," she grinned, "but you know you can tell me
anything, right?"
"Hmmm, I guess so..." I slowly replied, sounding deliberately reluctant.
"C'mon! Tell me, tell me, tell me!" she called out while tickling my
sides.
"Okay! Okay!" I laughed.
Heh. This was going pretty well so far. And since I was already in my
nightwear (panties and a long t-shirt) I was perfectly dressed for the
occasion.
Giving her a shy, sideways glance, I began, "Um... I've been thinking
a
lot about... a certain boy, lately, and wondering what it would be like
to
kiss him. It then occurred to me that I've never really kissed anyone
before - on the mouth I mean - and I'm kinda worried that I'll suck at it,"
I rushed the last part out.
"That's all?" mom said, sounding surprised.
She'd obviously expected something a lot bigger, although I seriously
doubt if she'd been expecting anything as big as what's *really* bothering
me.
"Well, that's hardly worth getting upset about."
"Easy for you to say: you've had plenty of experience with kissing."
"Oh, please!" Mom rolled her eyes. "I haven't been with *that* many
men... and besides, there used to be a time when I'd never kissed anyone
yet, as well."
"Yeah, a long, long, LONG, time ago... like when you were still a baby,
but I'll bet that as soon as you learned to walk..."
"Okay, that's enough of that, young lady," Mom smirked. "I'll have you
know that I was walking for at least two years before I started kissing
people... Besides, we're talking about you now - not me. So instead of
bickering: let's come up with a way to
get you over your first kiss fear."
I nodded and smiled back. "I'm cool with that."
"Sooo..." she drawled, "Let's think... What would be a good way to
solve this tiny social snag?"
After thinking for a moment, mom looked at me shrewdly and said, "My
guess is that you simply need a little practice to get started... it's a
bit like riding a bike: once you know how, you never forget."
"Uh-huh, but it's the practicing that's the problem," I logically
stated. "HOW do you suggest I practice kissing? On my pillow?"
"Nope. That would only make you more experienced in the ways of pillow
washing," mom grinned. "I've got a much better idea: you can practice on
me."
YES!!!
It took some effort to keep a huge smile from appearing on my face -
that would've been a little too obvious.
Heh. I just *knew* that mom would suggest this solution. The first
part of "Operation - Kissing Mom" has succeeded without a hitch. Now on
to
the second -harder- part of the plan: the actual kissing.
Just remember: don't act too eager...
"Um... not that I don't appreciate the offer, but... would't that
be... I dunno... kinda creepy, *mom*?"
"Nah... it's not like we've never kissed before." Mom shrugged. "It's
really no big deal... and I'll be able to give you a lot more feedback
than your pillow."
"Well, that last part is probably true."
That familiar, impious smile suddenly appeared on mom's face. A second
later, she held out her arms and puckered her lips. "C'mon, Rory - give
mommy a big wet one."
Resisting the urge to throw myself in her arms, I instead put on a
mildly disgusted face and raised my hands protectively in front of me.
"Ewww! MOM!!!"
She started to laugh and, putting her arms around me, playfully
attempted to kiss me. I began to laugh as well while half-heartedly
ducking her kisses.
After a minute of this, I allowed mom to pin me down on the bed. And
this time, when she leaned down again to plant a kiss on my lips, I didn't
move my head away.
Instead I kissed her right back.
I saw mom's eyes widen a little in surprise as our lips touched. She'd
obviously expected me to evade her again. But she didn't pull away;
instead she closed her eyes and allowed the kiss to last for several
seconds, before opening her eyes again and slowly pulling back.
For a long moment, we just stared at each other without saying a word.
It was mom who (as usual) broke the silence.
"So... how did you like your first real kiss, Rory?"
I softly stroked my lips with a single finger and then smiled.
"Mmmm... Liked it! ... a lot!" I added.
Mom giggled. "Glad you enjoyed it, sweetie. See! Kissing is easy -
nothing to worry about."
"Hmm, I'm not so sure..." I said, looking thoughtfully. "D'ya think we
could maybe practice a little more?"
After a brief moment of hesitation, she shrugged and smiled.
"Sure thing, sweetheart," she told me as her lips descended to mine.
*****
Less than 10 seconds after mom left the room, my shirt & panties were
off and my fingers were busy between my legs. I hadn't bothered with
locking the door, or even lie beneath the covers to hide my naked body.
I'd simply discarded my two items of clothing, put some lotion on my hands,
and got on all fours - my naked ass pointing at the door, making it the
first thing mom would see if she'd walked back in again. Part of me was
hoping that would happen.
The reason for my urgent need to play with myself was the incredibly hot
make-out session I just had with mom. Yeah, that's right: make-out
session. There's simply no other way to describe the 15 minutes mom and I
spend on my bed together, kissing and touching each other. "Operation -
Kissing Mom" turned out a lot more R-rated than I had initially planned.
I'm not complaining, though!
After some simple - but very hot - on-the-lips kisses, I asked mom to
teach me some other ways to kiss. She gracefully accepted and it didn't
take long before we were French-kissing each other. Meanwhile, mom was
also kind enough to show me some good places to put my hands during kissing
(her sides, back, butt and close to her breasts). Eventually, I ended up
straddling mom's lap with one of her hands supporting my panty-clad ass and
the other stroking my back while our tongues played tag inside each other's
mouths.
I almost climaxed right then and there. No doubt about it: mom
definitely knows how to kiss. I would've loved to have our make-out
session last a little longer, but she suddenly seemed in a mighty big hurry
to leave.
So here I am: kneeling on the bed, my upper body resting on the bed and
my ass up in the air with both my hands busy bringing me to a much-needed
orgasm. Not much in the mood for foreplay, I rapidly worked two fingers
of
my left hand in-and-out of my pussy while using my right hand to
alternately play with my tits and clit.
While frantically finger-fucking myself, I closed my eyes and replayed
the kissing practice with mom over in my mind, meanwhile pretending it's
her fingers fucking my snatch and fondling my tits. Visualizing this
tantalizing, forbidden scene, it didn't take me long to cum.
Still panting with lust, I turned over on my back and started licking
my
sticky secretions from my fingers while staring up at the ceiling.
I guess that in a way "Operation - Kissing Mom" was only part
successful... I succeeded in getting mom to kiss me, but it obviously
didn't rid me of my improper fantasies about her.
To my surprise I wasn't bothered by this. I'm not sure when it happened
- maybe gradually over the last few months or during the kissing lesson -
but I no longer really cared that I was having incestuous lesbian fantasies
about my own mother. In fact, I found myself seriously considering making
some of those fantasies come true... and to hell with society's taboo on
the whole mother/daughter thing. I'm old enough to make my own decisions,
and as long as mom and I both want it, then I don't see the problem. Of
course, I couldn't say for sure if mom actually wants to have sex with me,
but if our little make-out session is any indication then she can't be
totally opposed to the idea.
Smiling to myself, I stroked my right hand across my belly down to my
pussy and slid a finger in-between my labia-lips. Picturing mom's naked
body (which wasn't hard, considering I'd seen her naked plenty of times),
I
seesawed the single digit back and forth, going faster and faster, moaning
as my finger grazed my sensitive clit with each stroke.
Once I'd worked up a nice lather down there, I pushed the finger inside
my tight pink pussy hole and started fucking myself again. Moaning loudly
with delight, I quickly added a second digit inside my dripping slot and
fucked myself even harder while using my left hand to play with my boobs.
After happily finger-fucking myself for about ten minutes, I suddenly
decided that I wanted to try something a little different. So, getting out
of bed, I ran over to my desk and retrieved the oversized novelty pen mom
won for me a few years back at the local carnival. I then hurried back to
the bed and coated the end of the pen with plenty of hand lotion, making
sure it's well lubricated.
Lying back, I hooked my ankles behind my neck so that I was staring
straight into my own snatch and poised the pen at the opening of my pussy.
I was all ready to push it in and give myself a good, hard fucking, when
I
suddenly hesitated... Sure, I could use a good, hard fucking right about
now, but did I really want to lose my virginity to a large novelty pen?
I
don't think so...
Deciding that the special privilege of deflowering me should belong to
my wonderful mommy, I aimed the thick rod a little lower until it was
pressing against my anal entrance. Then, taking a deep breath, I slowly
started pushing the large pen inside my tight rectum.
I never had more then a finger or two up my backdoor, so fitting a
25-inch long pen with a 2 1/2-inch girth inside that narrow hole was quite
a chore. After much panting, pushing and prodding, I eventually managed
to
get about a third of the length into my virgin asshole before concluding
that I couldn't take a single inch more.
For a minute or two, I kept my hands entirely off the pen. Instead I
studied with a strange kind of fascination the way it was lodged inside my
ass with most of the length sticking out like some weird kind of plastic
tail.
Having taken the time to catch my breath, I decided to continue with my
little sex games: taking the tip of the pen into my right hand, I pulled
it
towards me until it was touching my belly and then let go. With a soft
swishing sound it instantly bounced back and struck my bottom before
bouncing back the other way and almost hitting my clit. It then bounced
back and forth with steadily decreasing speed...
I breathed out a content little sigh, enjoying the wonderful vibrations
the pen's movements sends coursing through my anal passage to my already
aroused pussy. Once it stopped moving, I repeated my actions and
breathlessly watched the long thick rod bounce around on my round little
butt.
It really was a mesmerizing sight (not to mention a huge turn-on).
Becoming increasingly horny, I swiftly resumed playing with my wet slit
while playfully swatting the large pen back and forth with my hand. A
couple of minutes of this brought me to the brink of another orgasm.
I wanted to cum badly by now, but I also wanted to try something
different than diddling my pussy and clit, like I did last time. So
instead I grabbed the length of the pen with both hands and started to
slide the thick rod in-and-out of my ass.
Not exactly being used to large objects going into my ass, things went
a
little slow at first. But once I got my little rosebud to relax a bit, I
quickly got a steady fuck-rhythm going, and it didn't take long before my
initial pain changed to pleasure. Once that happened, there was no
stopping me...
Grunting and groaning loudly, I moved the novelty pen in and out of my
butt like I was churning butter. I think I must have some kind of G-spot
in my ass 'cause every time my makeshift dildo hit bottom, I was hit with
a
shockwave of pleasure that made my toes curl.
The moment my orgasm hit me, I closed my eyes and started pounding my
ass even harder, whimpering, "Fuck me, mommy! Fuck your little girl's
ass!!"
I came so hard that jets of pussy-juice actually squirted out of my
slit! And thanks to this special pose I was in, these jets of juices landed
right into my mouth and on my face. So moments into my orgasm, I was
drinking down my own juices.
*****
Feeling content after that amazing second orgasm, I stretched out on the
bed and absently toyed with my naked body while contemplating how to get
into mom's panties, which is likely to be a lot harder than getting her to
kiss me.
The beginnings of a plan started to come together (which basically
entailed wearing skimpy and sexy outfits around mom and becoming a lot more
touchy-feely) when I decided that I needed a shower. Getting up, I
stretched and looked around for my bathrobe. That's when I suddenly got
this naughty idea... Why not go without a bathrobe for a change? Mom has
gone to bed already, but if she happens to see me then that's just a big
plus for my plans to get in her panties. And it's not like she can say
anything about it since she walks around bare-assed all the time...
Yeah, I liked this idea - this could be my first step towards becoming
a
much more daring and exciting Rory Gilmore.
Smiling to myself, I left my room naked and headed up the stairs to the
second floor that holds the bathroom and mom's bedroom. I was about to
enter the bathroom when I suddenly heard this loud moan. As I looked
around, it occurred to me that if that moan didn't come from me then it
could only come from one other person...
I tiptoed to mom's bedroom and pressed my ear against the door. Bingo!
I could definitely hear a loud moaning coming from inside her room, and it
didn't take a Harvard graduate to figure out what she's doing.
I stifled a giggle. Seems like mommy and me had the same idea. We
really are a lot alike.
Leaning down, I tried to peer through the keyhole, but since her room
was pretty dark I was unable to see anything. Unbelievable, but I felt
myself getting horny again. However, despite being very tempted to listen
to mom play with herself, I opted for leaving since I didn't want to
intrude on her privacy.
I was about to head back to the bathroom when I suddenly heard my name
called out.
"Rory!!"
I stiffened. Did mom know I was here? Has she caught me peeping at her
- in the *nude* no less!
"Oh! Ungh!! Rory-y-y-yyy!"
Holy Sh-- that didn't sound like an "I just caught you peeping at me,
you little perv!" kinda Rory, to me. Nah-uh, that definitely sounded more
like an "I want to cover your naked body with whipped cream and then lick
it all off you" kinda Rory...
"OH!!! Mmmmm... Yessss!! Roryyyy!!!"
Yup, no mistake about it. Mom was playing with herself while thinking
about lil' ole ME. Talk about your lucky coincidences!
Almost automatically, my hand went to the door handle and I opened the
door just far enough to peek inside the room. My breath caught when I
found myself looking straight at my very naked mother lying on top of the
covers with her legs spread wide, busy drilling what looked like a very big
dildo inside her slit.
The sight made me salivate.
My nipples almost instantly became hard pebbles and my cunny grew
soaking wet as I watched mom enthusiastically fuck herself with that
monster dildo. Silently, I slipped inside the room, closed the door behind
me, and made my way to the bed.
Standing less than a foot away, I stared down at my frantically
masturbating mother. Her eyes were tightly closed and her fit form was
covered with a fine layer of perspiration, showing that she'd been at it
for a while.
I can't believe how beautiful she looked.
My eyes hungrily took in mom's ample-sized breasts jiggling wildly about
as she pounded her pussy with that big prick, and the large ruby-red
nipples which proudly crowned those firm mounds of flesh. After having
performed a thorough study of my mother's boobs, I eagerly lowered my gaze
towards my ultimate goal: mom's sweet snatch, which was currently being
stuffed with a foot-long fake phallus.
I let out a small gasp when I noticed that mom had shaved off almost all
of her pubic hair, except for a small bit on top, which she'd shaved in the
form of a lightning bolt.
That's SO like mom.
Spellbound I watched the way my mommy's labia-lips would cling to the
thick pole whenever she pulled it out - as if her cunt was unwilling to let
the huge cock go - while listening with growing arousal to her many grunts
and groans, accompanied by the sopping sounds the dildo made as she pumped
it in-and-out of her slit.
"Ohhhhh!! ... Mmmm... Oh! Rory!! Oh! Yes!! Oohh! Oh! Ungh!!
OH!! OHHH!!!"
It sounded like mom was about to cum. Without really thinking about
what I'm doing, I climbed onto the bed between her wide-spread legs to
watch the show from close up.
Mom must have felt my weight on the bed 'cause she instantly opened her
eyes and looked straight at me.
"RORY?!?!" she yelled, "What the fuck?!!"
"Uh... Hi, mom?!" I chirpily replied while giving her a hesitant smile
and a little wave.
She stared at my face, looking totally stunned. Then down at my naked
body, and then at her own naked body - focussing specifically on her
dildo-filled vagina.
Yelping loudly, she released the large dildo and scrambled for the
covers, hurriedly trying to cover herself.
Uh-oh! This wasn't going well at all...
Having no time to lose, I sprang into action and quickly covered mom's
body with my own, pushing her on her back. She gave me this shocked,
wide-eyed look and her mouth opened to say something. Not granting her any
time to speak, I planted my mouth on hers and slipped her the tongue,
twirling it gently around.
Those kissing lessons were sure coming in handy fast!
With our lips locked together, I slid one hand down her taut belly and
captured her stiff clit between two fingers. At the same time, I covered
her right breast with my free hand and began rubbing the hard red nipple
and kneading the supple flesh while at the same time stroking and rolling
her rock-hard clit between my thumb and indexfinger.
The moment I started playing with her clit, mom's body went limp and she
stopped fighting me. This made my racing heartbeat gradually return to its
normal level, and if I wasn't lip-locked with mom, I would've breathed a
deep sigh of relief!
I'd been very much afraid that she was going to yell at me and then
throw me out of her room. That would've really messed up the great
relationship we have, and I would have been devastated if that had
happened. Luckily, it now seems like mom's getting into this as much as I
am.
The change in attitude was amazing; it's like I flipped some kind of
mental switch when I touched her clit.
One moment, she's trying to get away from me, and the next moment our
tongues are playing tag in each other's mouth. Her hands - formerly used
to fend me off - now covered my bare breasts and toyed with my erect
nipples.
Feeling happy and reassured, I released her mouth but kept my fingers
working on her clit while I raised my head and smiled down at her.
Mom had this kinda dreamy expression on her face, with her mouth hanging
slightly open and her normally so alert blue eyes looking a bit glazed.
She was looking so "out of it" that I pinched her clit just to get a
reaction out of her. Feeling relieved when she gasped in response and her
eyes focussed on me, I smiled again and continued fondling her tits and
clitoris.
A minute of my handiwork had her moaning loudly with pleasure
Feeling suddenly much more confident about myself, I playfully asked,
"Yeah... feels nice, doesn't it, mom?"
With a light blush covering her cheeks, she let out an affirmative
little moan. "Mmmm..."
Giggling, I moved my hand from her clit and grabbed the large dildo that
was still sticking out of her cunt. Holding the rubber rod tightly, I
slowly pulled until it was almost all the way out... and then shoved it
swiftly all the way back inside, eliciting a loud grunt from mom.
I repeated this a couple times... moving the fake cock in-and-out with
teasingly slow strokes. Just like I expected, it only took a few minutes
of being prick-teased before mom became frustrated and started raising her
hips to meet the large dildo.
Having waited for this moment, I quickly let go off the dildo and
watched her lewdly buck and grind her hips into thin air, trying
desperately to get off. Noticing something's amiss, mom opened her eyes
and looked back and forth between me and the dildo - I think I actually
heard her whimpering with need.
I returned her pleading look with the most innocent smile I could
manage.
"Do you want me to use this on you, mommy?" I asked with a little girl's
voice, feeling deliciously wicked.
Mom's blush grew darker and she swallowed nervously, but after only a
moment's pause she nodded eagerly.
"What's that, mom?" I teasingly inquired.
"... yes," she softly replied.
"Yes, what?" I innocently asked.
"YES, *please* use that big dildo on me!" she called out frustrated, "I
need it! Pound my pussy with that huge rubber hard-on, Rory!"
"Sure thing, mom," I smiled, "Just get on all fours, raise your cute ass
in the air, and I'll give you the fucking of a lifetime."
Not exactly used to hearing that kinda language coming from my mouth,
mom looked at me kinda like I was a giraffe delivering the Gettysburg
address.
"Okay... Who are you, and what did you do to my daughter?"
With a slight pout on my face, I let go off the dildo and flicked her
clit with my index finger.
"Oh!"
"Hmm, I guess you don't need me to use that dildo on you, after all..."
I said, sighing deeply, "That's too bad."
When I pretended to get off the bed, mom turned around and got on all
fours, lewdly lifting her ass up in the air... and all within a single
second.
Being suddenly presented with the spectacular sight of mom's firm round
butt pointed straight at me less than a foot away made me blink a couple
of
times.
Wow! I just keep getting blown away by how incredible sexy my mother
is.
I felt my heartbeat grow faster again as I tentatively stuck out my hand
and lovingly petted her perfect ass. Putting my other hand into play, I
grabbed both her buttocks and gently squeezed, kneaded and stroked those
two perfect spheres for several memorable minutes.
Practically salivating with lust, I ran my tongue across my lips while
moving my face even closer. Unable to resist, I parted my lips and planted
a hungry kiss on each asscheek.
Looking up, I noticed mom looking back at me - her expression a mixture
of fascination, arousal and disbelief as she watched me kiss her ass. She
then got that familiar mischievous gleam in her eyes, and I just *knew*
that mom's about to hit me with some kinda witty remark about ass-kissing.
When she opened her mouth, I swiftly slid my left hand between her legs;
and before she got the chance to pronounce the words, I was already
stroking her slit and clit, making her totally forget about what she's
gonna say. Instead she started humping my hand while letting out little
pants of pleasure.
Keeping my hand busy between mom's legs, I moved from sitting behind her
to kneeling at her side, and then quickly repositioned my left arm beneath
her belly so I could stroke her dripping slot from below.
Judging from mom's increasingly loud panting and moaning, I sensed that
she's only seconds away from reaching the big O. Wanting to make her first
time with me extra special, I grabbed the end of the dildo still sticking
out of her cunt and started working it in and out.
With my left hand diddling her clit, and my right hand pounding the
large rubber prick inside her, the effect on mom was incredible: she came
screaming loudly with juices gushing out of her slit.
Completely caught up in the intense erotic excitement of the moment, I
kept on working that big cock into my mother's receptive snatch while her
body convulsed with multiple orgasms, and didn't stop until she couldn't
stay on her hands and knees any longer and dropped face down on the bed.
Smiling to myself, I stroked mom's sweaty naked body. Taking her loud
screaming in consideration, and the fact that she almost passed out, I
figured that this was an orgasm she wouldn't soon forget.
With mom being totally relaxed, I easily pulled the thick dildo from her
slick cunt and brought it close to my face to examine it...
It was even bigger than I'd initially thought; at least an entire foot
in length and 3 inches thick, and the purple length was glistening with
mom's juices.
I stared at it for a while before curiously sticking out my tongue and
swiping it across the dildo's length, getting my first taste of mom's
pussy-juice.
Mmmm... Yummy!
Smacking my lips, I tried to identify the taste... It was kinda hard
to
describe... definitely a sweet flavour but with a hint of spice...
Hmm... cinnamon, perhaps?
Anyway, whatever it was, I liked it... a LOT. Eagerly, I licked the
entire dildo clean. Then stuck it in my mouth (which took several tries)
and slid my lips up and down on it a few times while rubbing my tongue
around it and sucking with all my might. It suddenly occurred to me that
-
in a way - I was now performing my first ever blowjob; I started to giggle
and the rubber cock slipped from my mouth.
I was about to return the fake phallus to my mouth and continue my dummy
run blowjob when I happen to look up and all of a sudden found myself
looking straight into my mother's clear blue eyes.
Mom must be in great shape to recover from that many orgasms *this*
quickly, I considered while looking back at her. Pretty good at
deciphering mom's facial expression I noticed that she was eyeing me with
a
mixture of amusement, interest, and lust.
Her gaze suddenly shifted to the glistening purple dildo that I was
still holding at my mouth, like a large, novelty-shape Popsicle. I stared
down at the dildo, and then back at mom... seeing a grin form on her lips,
I felt my cheeks turn red from embarrassment.
Maybe a stupid thing to be embarrassed about after sneaking naked into
my mother's bedroom and helping her finish her masturbation session, but
I
couldn't help it.
With that grin still plastered on her lips, mom slowly sat up and took
the dildo from me - placing it on the nightstand. Next, she moved closer
to me and lifted my chin until we were looking into each other's eyes.
Uh-oh! Mom was no longer looking confused or conflicted in any way.
And she wasn't smiling, either. Instead, she had that stern
"take-no-prisoners" look she usually reserves for whenever there's a crises
at the Inn, or at those very rare occasions when I act out and she
considers it time to remind me who's in charge.
Every time I see that look I feel both scared and excited for some
reason.
"Alright, young lady!" Mom sternly addressed me.
I gulped nervously.
"I think it's time you and I had a little talk."
Chapter 3 - Lorelai Takes Charge
This wasn't the first time mom sat me on her lap for a lengthy lecture.
But it was definitely the first time that this happened while we were both
naked; which basically explains while I kept getting distracted. It's
kinda difficult listening to mom berate me for sneaking into her room and
playing with her pussy, while my naked ass is in direct contact with said
pussy and her boobs are pressing against my back.
I tried my best to stay focussed and pay attention to what mom was
saying, but each time her rock-hard nipples rubbed against my back, my mind
drifted away... back to earlier when I had mom kneeling on her hands and
knees before me and I was pumping a foot-long dildo into her snatch...
Mmmm... Just thinking about it made me wet again. Mom sure had no
problem with me playing with her pussy then.
"... so you understand why you need to punished, Rory."
"Hmm?"
Abruptly shaken from my thoughts, I quickly tried to recall what mom
just said to me.
"Oh, yes, momma," I hurriedly replied as I remembered, "I understand."
Tilting my head slightly, I gave mom my most endearing, wide-eyed look.
"I'm sorry, mommy - I know I've been naughty."
With some effort, I managed to make a single tear run down my cheek.
"What kinda punishment are you gonna give me?" I questioned in my
saddest tone of voice.
Uh-oh! There's that familiar gleam in mom's eyes again. I don't think
the innocent/adorable shtick worked on her this time.
"I'm afraid you're in for a lengthy spanking, Lorelai Leigh Gilmore,"
she told me, a tiny smile curling the edges of her lips.
"Really? A spanking?" I heard myself ask.
"Uh-huh."
"But... you never spanked me before."
"Yeah, I know, honey," Mom replied while stroking my bare behind. "But
you certainly deserve one now... and I believe that a thorough
butt-warming will do you some good."
With those words, mom laid me across her lap and shifted my unresisting
body around until my bare bottom was positioned perfectly for the upcoming
spanking.
To be honest, the thought of being spanked made me more curious than
scared. I'd always wondered what it would be like to be spanked by mom,
and I was instantly reminded of my best friend Lane telling me about the
numerous bare-bottomed spankings she received from her mother.
Lane's mother is really strict and a firm believer in using corporal
punishment to keep naughty, disobedient children in-line.
"That's how *I* was raised, and how I was raised *well*," Mrs. Kim
snaps whenever somebody gets up the nerve to ask her about her
child-raising methods. "Now, are you here to buy something or not."
That usually tends to end any kind of discussion about child-raising
with Mrs. Kim.
Well, say what you will about her parenting philosophy, and how outdated
it is, but there's little doubt that Lane Kim is one of the best behaved,
nicest girls in all of Stars Hallow (and that's saying something for a
village that seems stuck in the fifties). In fact, she's even got me beat
in the best behaved category. So I guess Mrs. Kim must be doing something
right.
Of course, the question remains why a nice, well-behaved girl like Lane
still gets spanked on a regular basis.
I mean, this girl has got, like, only one vice, which is her utter
devotion to all kinds of modern music (and in my opinion that's really
stretching the word vice). Naturally, Mama Kim considers pop, rock, punk,
metal, and just about every other kind of music invented in the last
decennia to be the Devil's music. But that still doesn't explain why
Lane's bottom gets tanned almost every other week.
And I'm pretty sure that's what she's averaging these days - Lane tells
me everything, including detailed accounts of her spankings. Hmmm... and
maybe there in lies the answer to my question... Lane tends to be *very*
explicit whenever she tells me about a spanking she received, even though
a
simple "Hey, Rory! Guess what... I got spanked again yesterday" would
suffice. And she always gets this excited blush on her cheeks when she
relates her latest butt-warming. I've also noticed that she keeps asking
me if mom ever spanks me.
All things considered, I'm getting more and more the feeling that Lanie
has quite the little obsession with spanking. And I'm betting that
*that's* the reason she gets spanked so often. Every time she's in the
mood for a spanking, she simply thinks of something that would tick off her
mother (which isn't that hard to do), and -
SMACK!!
"Ouch!" I yelled, more from surprise than actual pain, as mom's hand
crashed down on my bare behind.
SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!
"Oh!"
SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!
Mom's hand smacked down again and again on my upraised ass, rhythmically
striking a beat on my bare buttocks. Even though each of her spanks stung
and made my ass-cheeks tingle, she was clearly holding back since they
didn't really hurt a lot.
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!
To acknowledge that I was actually getting spanked, and to ensure that
mom didn't suddenly decide to beat my ass a lot harder, I let out another
yelp and squirmed around on her lap.
SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!
"Owww! It's hurtssss!" I whined pitifully while wiggling my little
butt.
Hmm. Judging from mom's giggling I don't think my act had her entirely
convinced.
SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!
Suddenly the spanking stopped. Instead of rising again, mom's hand
remained on my warm buttocks and started tenderly stroking my glowing
globes.
I squirmed back and forth on her lap again, this time in pleasure, and
arched my back to give her better access to my hindquarters. Mmmm... This
doesn't feel like mom's trying to punish me.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!!
Three more spanks struck my behind followed by more gentle rubbing, and
this time she also tickled my slit with the tips of her fingers.
"Mmmm... Ohhhhh!"
More spanking followed by more rubbing... Once again, mom's fingers
skipped across my slit and I quickly spread my legs wider to give her
better access to that part of my anatomy as well.
SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!!
"Oh-ohhhh!" I moaned as her hand went from spanking me to sliding
between my wide-spread legs and stroking my soft pussy mound.
Oh, God! That feels good... Wait-a-minute! I think I get what's going
on here: Mom isn't angry about me feeling her up and making her come, she's
mostly a bit upset about freaking her out by jumping naked on her bed while
she was pleasuring herself... and the whole "punishment" thing must be her
little way of getting back at me.
"Like that, baby?" she whispered into my ear while her fingers rubbed
my
moist labia-lips.
"Ohhhhh!! Yes, mommy!" I eagerly called out.
"Mmmm... and how do you like *this*?" she questioned, her voice heavy
with arousal.
SMACK! SMACK!!
"Yowww!!" My eyes bugged out as two stinging spanks suddenly hit my
puffy pussymound.
Okay, so maybe she's more than a bit upset...
SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!
Four more spanks struck my tender slit, making me gasp for air and buck
wildly on her lap.
SMACK! SMACK!!
These two landed directly on my sensitive clit triggering a very sudden
and intense orgasm.
"MOOOOMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!" I screeched, bucking and thrashing on
mom's lap while her hand calmly continued its steady barrage on my
defenceless pussy.
Unable to take much more of this, I was about to beg for mercy when the
pussyspanking suddenly stopped, ending as abruptly as it had started.
Draped across mom's lap, still busy recovering from that incredible
orgasm, my ears perked when I heard mom grab something from the nightstand.
My thoughts instantly went to the enormous dildo that belongs to mom, which
I'd placed on the nightstand after drilling her cunt with it.
Breathlessly, I waited for what's to come... and gasped when I felt a
cool liquid being poured all over my sore ass and throbbing pussy. The
soothing sensation of the cold lotion coming in contact with my hot skin
was followed by the comforting feeling of mom's soft hand meticulously
massaging the lotion into my buttocks.
This comforting feeling quickly turned to arousal when her fingers
slipped into my crack and played with my asshole for a bit before sliding
down to my aching cunt. I moaned with delight when I felt her stroking my
dripping slot.
Mom then showcased her superior masturbation skills by working my pussy
like a pro. Her nimble fingers were all over my slit - tickling the
sensitive skin, stroking my swollen lips, tweaking my rock-hard clit...
Within a couple of minutes, she had me panting with lust and attempting to
hump her fingers - I was totally in her thrall.
It didn't take long before I was begging her to let me cum again. Mom,
of course, took that opportunity to tease me a little.
"Awww, does lil' Rory need to cum?" she playfully asked while tickling
my hypersensitive clit.
"YES!!! Pleeeeeaaaaase, mommy!" I pitifully whined for the fifth time.
"Do you promise to be a good girl and do whatever mommy tells you to if
I let you cum?"
"Yes!"
"Really?"
"YES!! Yes, mommy! I promise!"
"Hmmm, I'm still not sure if you *really* mean it..." mom said.
"Mo-o-om!"
Frustrated, I turned my head and glared at her. Mom responded by
batting her eyelashes at me accompanied by an infuriating, innocent smile.
I sighed.
"Okay, out with it, mom... what do you want?"
A slight shudder went through me when I noticed mom's "innocent" smile
turning distinctly wicked, and I was filled with a mixture of dread and
arousal.
"I think we should have a little test," she cheerfully announced.
Seating me on the bed, she practically ran to her closet. I could
hardly believe my eyes when she came back proudly brandishing her digital
camera (the latest toy she'd bought herself).
Next thing I know, mom was putting me through a series of pornographic
poses while her camera immortalized me.
For example, she had my lie back on the bed with my legs straight up
forming a wide "V". After taking some snapshots of me in that very
revealing pose (including closeups of my pussy and ass), she ordered me to
pull my legs back and use my fingers to hold my pussy open. She then took
numerous pictures of me displaying my cunt, followed by another series of
me fingering myself.
After that, mom placed me on my belly with my face in the pillow and my
legs drawn up beneath me, sticking my butt up in the air. She then had me
reach back and spread my ass-cheeks while she took more photos...
Although I pretended otherwise, I was actually loving this photoshoot
as
much as mom did. My only regret was that she didn't allow me to get myself
off.
For the grand finale, mom took me downstairs into the living room and
had me do a handstand in front of the couch, taking lotsa pictures from all
angles. Walking around me, she grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wide
until my body was forming a giant "Y" and took some more pictures.
Telling me to hold that pose, mom ran into the kitchen and returned with
a single cherry, which she carefully placed on top of my pussy. While she
hovered above my pussy with her camera, snapping off pictures, the small
piece of fruit slowly slid into my wide-open pussyhole until only the tip
of the small stem peeked out.
Mom used her mouth to suck the cherry from my pussy and then came up
with some more interesting poses, which included me lying spread-eagled on
the dinner table - first on my back, and later on my belly with a candle
sticking out of my ass; leaning across the back of the couch like I was
about to get my ass whipped (mom gave my behind a couple of good whacks to
give my buns the convincing red colour they needed for this photograph);
sitting on the big leather chair with my legs hanging over the armrests and
holding my pussy open while smiling for the camera. By now I'd gotten so
aroused that mom had to wipe off the seat of the chair afterwards.
Snickering while she cleaned the chair, mom promised she'd take me back
upstairs and make me cum really hard after just one more "special" pose.
Horny as hell, I readily agreed without asking what that pose entailed...
A little later, I found myself crawling around in the backyard on all
fours with a dog collar around my neck (don't ask me what we were doing
with a dog collar without owning -or ever having owned- a dog) with mom
instructing me what to do - calling me "mommy's little bitch" and taking
more pictures.
All in all, I discovered that mom's a lot more depraved than I gave her
credit for... Guess I didn't really have to worry about not being able to
seduce her, after all.
True to her word, she took me back to her room after that - though she
also made me crawl back into the house, and then up the stairs, while the
camera snapped off one picture after the other. Once in her bedroom, mom
managed to come up with one final, humiliating pose... Still completely
naked aside from the collar, I was ordered to assume the "begging" pose...
which basically meant I was kneeling in front of her holding my arms out
with my palms facing down (like a dog begging for a treat).
As an added bonus, mom had me bark like a dog while taking my picture
(not that this would show up on the photo, but simply because it amused
her).
I suppose I should've been more upset about the humiliating things she
made me do... But if anything, mom's unusual dominating behaviour and the
lewd poses she put me through, made me so incredibly aroused I could hardly
see straight.
"That's a good girl!" Mom smirked delightfully while petting my head.
"You just earned yourself a nice reward."
I trembled with arousal as mom pulled me back across her lap and
returned her expert fingers to my needy pussy.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhh-OH!! Yessssss, mommyyyy!" I happily moaned while mom's
fingers worked their magic.
She stroked, tickled, and teased my over-stimulated slot for a good 10
minutes before finally sliding two fingers inside my sopping wet slit.
The moment I felt her fingers enter my pussy, I started humping my ass
back at her, trying to get my hungry cunt filled.
"Oh, yeah! You sure love having my fingers up your tight, teenaged
twat, don't ya, sweetie?" Mom casually remarked.
"Uhhh!! Yes, mommy!" I readily agreed. Willing to say and do anything
mom wanted as long as she kept diddling my slot.
"God! Just lookit that soaked little snatch... You're such a little
slut, Rory," she snickered.
"Mmmm? Well, like mother like daughter, I guess," I retorted, feeling
much too horny to be insulted by mom's dirty talk.
Giggling to herself, mom patted my ass with her free hand. "Touché."
Still stroking my behind, her fingers thrust deeper into my tight
pussy-hole until they encountered a slight barrier.
"Still a virgin," Mom stated relieved while her fingers carefully probed
my maidenhead. "That's my girl!"
Despite the sexual haze hanging around my mind like a thick fog, I could
still find the humour in mom's obvious relief at finding out for sure that
her little girl was still a virgin. If it's up to me, I wouldn't remain
a
virgin much longer.
"Fuck me, mommy!" I panted excitedly while lustfully wiggling my ass at
her.
Mom giggled again and increased the finger-fucking pace. "I'm working
on it, Rory."
"No, I mean: *really* fuck me, mom," I clarified. "Jam that big-ass
dildo into my cunt and make me a woman!"
Posted By Nikki
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