Hearing her say Mommy turned me on, the term so sexy under the circumstances and adding to the incestuous rapture I was feeling. I purred back, as I explored her entire pussy, including every fold, “You taste so good, Mommy.”
“Your father didn’t think so,” she responded.
“Let’s not talk about him,” I suggested, “he’s history,” as I put extra energy into licking the sweetest tasting pussy I’d ever encountered, hoping to wash the painful memory of that horrible man completely out of my mother.
“Sure, honey,” she moaned, as I slid two fingers back inside her, searching for her g-spot, guessing she’d never ever had a g-spot orgasm.
“Now let me show you what real pleasure is,” I purred, finding her g-spot.
“You already haaaaaaaave,” she responded as I tapped her g-spot while simultaneously flicking the tip of my tongue rapidly across her clit… my double go to move to make someone come instantly.
It never failed.
And it didn’t this time either, as her legs stiffened and she screamed, “Oh. God, I’m coming, Hannah!”
She didn’t have to tell me because like me, she was a squirter. She splashed my face with a full flood of sticky sweetness as I kept licking and tapping.
“Mother fucker!” she screamed to the heavens, as this orgasm was obviously not faked, was obviously intense, and I instantly promised myself I would indeed become a mother fucker, knowing my strap-on could be put to very good use.
I looked up at my mother in loving admiration. She looked so pure and sexy with her eyes closed, her lips pursed and her cheeks rosily radiating the afterglow of her euphoria.
I pulled my fingers out, got off the bed even as she was still trembling in rapture, went to the closet and pulled out a small box, well a medium sized box, that included a few sex toys: two vibrators, a strap-on, anal beads, and a double ended dildo (which Amanda and I had tried once, but it was super awkward). The anal beads had only been used by Amanda, as I still felt in my gut that the ass was a one-way hole. Although the way Amanda screamed when she had the beads or a strap-on in her ass made me wonder; thus far I’d been a holdout, but I knew I was going to have to try it one day soon.
“Holy shit, that was amazing,” Mom said, weakly lifting herself up a bit.
“Agreed,” I smiled.
“I always thought the g-spot was a myth,” she said with a soft smile.
“As far as I can tell, only a woman can ever find it,” I responded, as I set the box on the bed.
“What’s in the box?” she asked. She seemed to be simply curious and not, I was very glad to see, showing any remorse for the incestuous act we’d just committed.
I pulled out the black eight inch vibe and a smaller pink six inch vibe, displayed them to her and asked elegantly, “Which of these would you prefer, madam?”
“Hannah!” she gasped. “How on earth did you get two vibrators?”
“Amazon,” I answered.
She laughed, “That must be way less embarrassing than going into an adult store.”
“How many do you have?” I asked.
“Two fewer than you have in your hands,” she admitted.
“Mother,” I sighed. “It’s 2018; with the advancements in sex toys, men are utterly useless in the bedroom.”