Incest Tales of the Quarantine 05 by mypenname3000,mypenname3000

“Not that often,” she muttered. “I have your father.”

“Uh-huh,” I panted. “But he’s working. You could just slide your fingers into your jeans and rub yourself.”

She stared at me as I frigged myself. I slid a hand up my baby doll t-shirt to grip my left tit. A nice D-cup. I didn’t have a bra on right now. My nipples poked at the fabric. I squeezed my boob through the cloth, delight rushing down to my pussy.

That made my cunt squeeze tighter about my digits. I whimpered as I thrust my fingers in and out of my cunt. I pleasured myself while Mom watched. She shook her head, shocked that I could even be doing this.

I grinned, loving her reaction. It was so hot. It made my cunt clench. Heat rushed through my body. I trembled as I thrust my digits into my twat’s depths. Mom’s shocked, blushing expression made me quiver.

“Just unsnap you’re jeans and rub one out,” I groaned. “The pears are simmering. You have the time to have a nice cum.”

“Nancy!” she gasped, her hips wiggling from side to side. “That’s so wrong. I’m your mother.”

“And?” I rolled my eyes. “It’s just masturbation. My friends and I do this together all the time. We just all frig our twats and cum. It’s no big deal.”

“It feels like a big deal,” she said, watching my hand grope my tit, the other moving around beneath my jeans. The denim slipped off my hips as I worked my two digits in and out of my cunt. I shuddered at what I was doing to myself.

It felt amazing.

I thrust my fingers deep into my cunt. I reamed my twat as I stared at my mother. She squirmed there, her big boobs jiggling beneath her blouse. Her thighs rubbed together, the rasp of denim whispering through the workroom.

“Come on, Mom,” I cooed. “You’re horny. Just do it. Slide that hand into your panties and frig your cunt. It’ll be great.”

She bit her lip.

“You know you want to,” I cooed. “Just unsnap those jeans and get wild. It’ll pass the time and we’ll both be feeling amazing after we’ve had a nice cum.” My pussy clenched down on my digits. “Ooh, I got two fingers in me. It feels amazing. Don’t be left out, Mom. Let’s cum together. We’ll feel closer than ever.”

“Nancy,” Mom groaned, her hands rubbing at her thighs now through her jeans. She bit her lip and looked around to the door. It led out to the rest of the house.

“No one comes in here but me and you,” I said. “Dad and Linda are upstairs, Clancy’s in the garage, and Renee’s sunning by the pool. No one will bother us. It’s okay. You’re a woman, too. Nothing wrong with masturbating.”

“With my daughter?” she asked, her hands sliding up to her fly. “That feels wrong, but…”

“But you’re horny,” I said, winking at her. “Just unsnap that fly and join me. Ooh, it’s going to be so hot, Mom.”

Her fingers unsnapped her jeans. The pop made my pussy clench about my two digits. My cream soaked my palm. I shuddered, kneading my tit harder. Mom’s zipper rasped down. The purple panties she wore peeked through the open fly.

I grinned. She had matched her panties to her blouse and bandanna. I loved it.

Her hand pressed into her panties while she had this look of shock on her face like she couldn’t quite believe she was doing this. Then she let out a groan, long and slow, full of release. Her hand moved beneath her panties, fingers pumping in and out of her pussy.

“Mmm, see, that’s good,” I purred, thrusting my digits in and out of my cunt. The pleasure rippled through my body. “Right?”

“Yeah,” Mom groaned. She licked her lips, her breasts rising and falling. “That’s… Yeah, that’s good. Ooh, that does feel nice.”

“Right?” I asked and smiled. “Just work those digits in and out of your cunt. Come on, thrust those fingers in fast and hard.”

“Yes!” She threw back her head. Her left hand tore off her bandanna. Her blonde hair fell loose about her flushed face. Her big boobs jiggled beneath her top. I licked my lips, staring at those lush mounds. “Oh, yes, that’s good.”

“Naughty mommy!” I cooed, jamming my fingers into my silky depths. “Frigging your twat before your daughter.”

“So naughty!” she moaned.

The heel of my hand ground on my clit. My little bud burst with naughty sparks that showered through my pussy. My twat squeezed hard around my digits. I thrust them in hard and fast. I loved the feel of my ticklish bush on my palm.

My toes curled in my shoes. I whimpered. Mom groaned. She rubbed her left hand across her stomach, the right busy beneath her panties. The purple cloth molded to her knuckles. Her jeans slipped off and fell down to her ankles, exposing her lush thighs.

I grinned at how hot my mother was. I groaned, aching for us to go further than this but masturbating before each other was hot. We stared at each other, the peach jam simmering on the stove. I licked my lips, my hand squeezing my breast through my top. My nipples throbbed, rubbing against the fabric of my t-shirt.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Ooh, I’m going to cum, Mom.”

“Yeah,” she panted. Her back arched, her big boobs jiggling. “This is… I… Oh, I’m so wet and hot, Nancy.”

“Good,” I groaned. “Don’t hold back, Mom. Just let yourself go. Cum. You deserve it. You’re a sexy woman. You deserve to have your pleasure.”

“I do!”

Her face twisted in rapture. I loved it. I ground the heel of my hand on my clit. My bud burst with sparks, feeding the growing orgasm in me. My cunt grew hotter around my digits. I thrust them in and out of me faster and faster.

Then I added a third finger. I buried it in deep, stretching myself out even more. I groaned, working my digits in and out of me so fast. Mom whimpered before me. She bit her lip, her left hand creeping higher and higher up her torso.

She groped her own boobs before me, sliding her hand from right tit to left and then back again. She gasped, her hand moving faster and faster. I licked my lips, watching my mother, my orgasm swelling in me.

“Two fingers or three?” I asked her.

“Three!” she moaned.

“Me, too,” I gasped. “I’m going to cum. I’m getting so close. I need this, Mom. I need it.”

“Do it, honey!” Her blue eyes squeezed shut. She gasped. “Four fingers now!”

“Go, Mom!” I gasped, my pussy clenching on my three. I shuddered, my clit throbbing beneath the heel of my hand. I rubbed hard against my bud.

My orgasm burst inside of me.

“I’m cumming!”

My pussy convulsed around my digits. Juices gushed out, bathing my hand. The pleasure rushed through me. That amazing surged of bliss spilled endorphins through my brain. My thoughts lit up with rapture. Stars danced before my eyes.

My mother watched me cum. She frigged herself as I shook through my orgasm. The spasms racked me. I groaned, hitting that wonderful peak. It was an amazing climax for masturbating. One of the best moments of self-love.

“Oh, my god,” Mom groaned. “Oh, my god, you came. I… I… Yes!”

I watched in awe as my mother climaxed. Her big boobs heaved in her shirt. Her head threw back, blonde hair dancing. She stumbled, her left hand grabbing the counter to support herself. Her moans echoed through the workroom.

I loved it. I licked my lips, my cunt on fire despite cumming. My twat squeezed about my digits still buried in me. I watched the ecstasy spill over my mother’s face. She surrendered to the rapture of it. I groaned at how gorgeous she was.

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