It was week two of the quarantine, and I was making raspberry jam with Mom.
We had gone out to the grocery store to get supplies and found the raspberries on sale. Mom leaped at the opportunity to buy them and we were both excited to make some jam. We had been making a lot of jams and canned food since quarantine started.
I guessed we were doing some prepping for the family.
Dad was up in his office working from home these days. My little sister, Linda, was up there, too. She was such a daddy’s girl. At eighteen, she was getting all cute and precocious typing her dumb stories while Dad worked. My twin brother, Clancy, was out in the garage working on that muscle car he was rebuilding. We were twenty-one, and he had always been a bit of a motorhead. He just wasn’t that skilled at it because he was taking forever. He had had all the parts for months now, but he finally had no distractions. Renee, the middle kid, just spent her time sun tanning and hoping Clancy would notice that she had a pair of ripe, round tits.
I know I had noticed how sexy they were.
Mom and I were at the simmering stage where there wasn’t much to do. We had a huge collection of jars ready to be filled. We were in the workroom. It was Mom’s crafting place. I had spent many a weekend or afternoon in here helping her out. We would make Christmas decorations, Halloween costumes, jewelry, jams, can food, sew clothes, and so much more. I had always enjoyed making things with her.
And now that we were in quarantine, it kept me from going crazy.
“Are you horny all the time, Mom?” I asked her, that itch building in me.
“Nancy?” Mom spluttered. She glanced at me, her blonde hair held back by the bandanna she wore while working in here. She had on mom jeans and a t-shirt that did little to hide how busty she was. She outdid all three of her daughters. Linda, Renee, and I all had nice, round, and perky tits, but Mom’s were big.
“You know, horny?” I asked. “I’m just horny all the time.”
“Well, I have your father,” Mom said, her cheeks a little pink.
I sighed. “Lucky.”
“Going boy crazy?” she asked, a smile on her lips. She knew I was sexually active. I don’t know when she figured it out, but she had come up to me a few months after I had turned eighteen and made sure I was being safe.
“Yeah,” I said. “And girl crazy, too.”
Mom blinked. “Girl… crazy. You’re into girls?”
“Well, yeah,” I said. “I like them both. Lot of girls are bi these days.”
“Oh.” Mom glanced at the mixture bubbling away. It had to reduce down for the next hour. She gave it a stir. We were on low heat so it didn’t burn.
“So you never…?” I asked.
Mom shook her head, her blonde hair spilling out the back of her bandanna swaying. Of us kids, Renee had blonde hair. I had brown, like my twin brother. Linda had black like our Dad. I bit my lip, studying Mom. She looked uncomfortable.
That made me itch more. “Oh, Mom, it’s great fooling around with a girl. You get to play with her tits and lick her pussy.”
“Nancy!” Mom gasped, giving me this shocked look.
“Lighten up, Mom.” I bumped my hip into hers. “Girls can really make each other cum.” I licked my lips. “Ooh, I could go for a hot pussy right now.”
Mom stirred the mixture again. She clearly didn’t know what to say. We had talked boys before, but I had never let her in on my love of girls. I had all these naughty ideas percolating in my mind. Kinky ones involving my family.
We were trapped in quarantine for at least another two weeks, and there were rumors it would extend even longer.
“But the only women around are you and my sisters,” I said.
“Poor you,” Mom said politely.
“I know, it’s such a shame, right?” I asked.
“Shame?” Mom asked, glancing at me. She had blue eyes.
“That me and you can’t fool around.”
Mom blushed like a girl. It was so hot to see. She turned back to the mixture, stirring it. I hummed, wondering if my seeds would bear me any fruit. Because I was horny. The idea of fooling around with Mom, well, that would be hot. Incest… I had always wanted to try out incest.
* * *
Two days later, we were making pear jelly.
“God, I am so horny,” I groaned as Mom turned the mixture down to simmer. I was washing some of the dishes in the sink, my hips wiggling back and forth. “I just want to lick out some cunt, Mom.”
“Nancy,” she groaned. “You really don’t have to tell me these things.” She squirmed. Today, she wore a different pair of mom jeans and a purple blouse. She had a matching bandanna tying back her hair. I just used a scrunchy with my brown locks.
“God, after I ate the girl out, she would go down on me. Just go to town on my twat, Mom.” I shuddered. “I tried to get together with Stephanie.”
“You and Stephanie?” Mom asked, staring at me in shock.
“She was my first,” I said. “I mean, what did you think we were doing during our slumber parties.”
“Watching movies, playing truth or dare, maybe practicing kissing boys.”
“So you have kissed a girl,” I said, grinning.
“Practice,” she said. “It wasn’t like any of us got into it.”
“You should have,” I groaned. “Oh, wow, it was hot the first time me and Stephanie made love. We had no idea what we were doing, but we made each other cum.” I rubbed my thighs together. “Anyways, Stephanie’s parents won’t let her out of lockdown. I wanted to just sneak out and do something.”
“Sorry,” Mom said, her voice tight.
“I’m just going to lose my mind,” I said, my pussy on fire. I stared at Mom. At her pink cheeks. She had been acting weird since I first brought up girls. Had she been thinking about it? Did she regret never going down on her friends at those slumber parties where they practiced kissing? Did she feel that itch growing? She was in her early forties. They said women’s sex drives could go wild at that age.
Hot MILFs looking for new experiences.
I could be that new experience.
My pussy clenched. My panties soaked up my juices. My bush drank them in. I had trimmed my pubic hair this morning, grooming myself down there for the first time since quarantine. I bit my lip. Could I go for it? Was I insane for wanting to seduce my hot mom?
Maybe, but…
“Fuck, Mom,” I said and then unsnapped my jeans. “Sorry, I just… I have to. I’m so horny.”
“Have to…?” Mom glanced over to see me sliding my hand into the fly of my skinny jeans. I brushed my panties’ waistband. My fingers slid into it and brushed through my brown bush. I groaned as I stroked through those hairs. Many girls my age shaved, but I loved the feel of having pubic hair. I liked going down on a girl with a bush. I loved nuzzling into her silky hairs before eating her out.
I hoped Mom had a thick bush.
“Nancy!” she gasped after finally gathering herself. “What are you doing?”
“Masturbating,” I groaned, rubbing my fingers up and down my furred muff. My silky hairs rubbed on the palm of my hand. I ground the heel into my clit as I thrust two fingers into my cunt. “Oh, yes, I just need a good cum.
“You can’t do it here,” she said, staring at me in shock. “Nancy!”
“Relax, Mom,” I said, thrusting my fingers into my pussy. My twat squeezed about them. I massaged my sheath. My digits felt so wicked inside of me. “It’s just masturbation. I bet you do it.”