I have always been into girls. Having turned sixteen, it wasn’t long before Amy and I started to experiment. We experimented with boys at first, but then we slowly but surely started to tease and excite each other. We were two months into boys when Amy asked whether I masturbated. Of course I did and I told her as much. Then she dropped a bombshell and asked if I would like to masturbate with her, on the same bed one evening.
I thought about it for a while and decided that I was up for it. We met up at her house one evening and sat on either end of the bed. Each of us slowly opening our legs and pushing our hands down our knickers. I could see her technique and she could see mine. Neither of us had an orgasm but it was totally hot and we agreed it would have to be done without parents around.
We managed it a few times but it was always hard to be completely alone and we often stole moments together as we pretending to do our homework.
On one particular Saturday morning, Mum was about to go shopping with her friend Jo. I was about to leave the house to go to Amy’s, the arrangement had been made ages ago and I was kicking myself that the house would be empty as Dad always played golf on Saturday.
I found myself walking to Amy’s house. I was over half way there and saw Jo whiz past in her new sports car. We waved at each other. I decided that the opportunity could not be missed and decided to phone Amy. I told her that we should meet at my house in about an hour from now. When she asked why I just said ‘Empty house’ it was all I needed to say.
I then walked back to the house. As I approached I could see Jo’s car still in the drive. I thought they would have gone shopping by the time I got back. I continued with my plan that I had forgotten something or mistook the time and would be going later.
I entered the house and started upstairs. It wasn’t long before I heard noises from my mother’s bedroom. Groaning, sexual noises, and loud ones at that. The door was wide open. Obviously whoever was in there wasn’t expecting anyone. I crept to the door and looked around it, cautiously.
My mouth opened, it was all I could do to stifle a loud gasp.
I saw two women on the bed; they were on the diagonal which meant I could see both of them without them seeing me. In any case there was no way they could see me with their faces planted in each other’s pussies. What I saw was Mum and Jo. Naked and eating each other out. At the time, I was watching something that Amy and I had never done, but I knew that I had certainly got to the stage where I wanted to.
Mum was groaning to high heaven as she periodically lifted her head to kiss at Jo’s thighs. Words of ‘Oh fuck’ and ‘wonderful’ would emanate from her lips before she dived her head back down onto Jo’s pussy.
I stood and watched. Transfixed.
“Oh fuck hun, that‘s it,” I heard my mum cry out. I watched their licking session and had decided that I wanted to let them know that I was there. I wanted to shout out, or burst into the room naked and just join in. I knew I wanted to do those things, but I didn’t, I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even move.
I watched my mum have an orgasm. She lifted her head up from Jo’s thighs and cried into the room with sheer ecstasy repeating the words ‘Yes’ over and over.
I slipped back out of view and decided it would be best to get out of the house. I slipped away quietly and ran to Amy’s house. I met her half way and apologised that we couldn’t use the house after all. I never told her what I had seen, but I knew in my heart that I was going to do the same to Amy. I just had to.
It was about two weeks after that fateful day, when, on the Saturday, I heard Mum moan to herself in bed. Dad was not there. I knew he had already left to play golf. I listened at the door and eventually I heard her orgasm, then I heard the shower start up.
That morning I actually went back to my room, dropped my trousers and masturbated. In my mind were images of my mother and Jo, especially the image of her coming on Jo’s tongue. Then her words and noises echoed in my head as I experienced the most wonderful orgasm that I have ever had.
Then it hit me. I had masturbated whilst thinking sexual thoughts of my mum. It was a realisation that, deep down, I knew was wrong, but in my heart I knew that I wanted to do the same to her as Jo had done. I confirmed to myself, out loud, that I wanted to suck my Mum’s pussy. I was not repulsed by the thoughts at all. What’s more, in the ten seconds it took for me to say the words, I had formulated a plan.
Over the coming weeks I had moaned to myself in bed, always on Saturdays but also during the week as well. I knew Mum could hear me, I made sure she could. Then one Saturday she came into my room after one of my sessions and asked me what was wrong.
I feigned embarrassment and looked down to the floor. She asked again and then I started to cry.
“What‘s wrong hun,” she said as she wrapped her arms around me.
“I can‘t,” I said.
“You can tell me anything, you know that,” she continued.
I looked at her and took a deep breath. I was scared about what I was about to say. Then I just blurted it all out.
“I was masturbating, but I can‘t cum, I have been trying for weeks and I can‘t cum.”
Mum looked at me and I saw her mouth open in surprise. She looked down at my hands and then back to my eyes.
“I can cum when Amy and I do it together, but now, on my own-” I sobbed several times.
“You masturbate with Amy?” she asked. I just nodded.
“In the same room!” she exclaimed.
“Yes,” I replied. “We do it opposite each other and we both cum. But-” I stopped mid-sentence hoping to accentuate my dilemma.
“On your own, you can‘t,” Mum finished the sentence for me. I nodded.
“Mum, I‘m desperate, I actually need to have an orgasm -” I looked at the floor, just staring and gulping in loads of air into my lungs.
“I‘m so sorry hun, If there was anything I could do I would,” she said.
“Help me Mum, please help me?” I pleaded.
“I don‘t know how to Molly, I-” she started, but before she could finish the sentence I butted in.
“Will you masturbate with me?” I asked. “Please Mum, please masturbate with me,” I pleaded.
I saw the look of shock on her face. I saw her stare at me and I felt her heart jump a few beats.
I looked at the floor. Fuck it, I thought, perhaps this time I had actually gone too far.
“OK,” came the reply. Those wonderful words left her lips slowly, yet deliberately.