“They were before then, too,” she joked.
“Touché,” I laughed.
“Do you have any toys at all?” I asked.
She shook her head.
“None?” I objected, shocked.
“Just my fingers,” she admitted, peering into the box curiously.
“You have a strap-on?” Mom asked, the question rather rhetorical.
“Of course,” I nodded, before adding, “Amanda has five.”
“Five?”
“Different sizes, shapes and vibrations,” I explained, as I asked again, gesturing with both choices in my hands, “Which one shall I use on you?”
“We can’t,” she started.
“Which one?” I repeated, holding out the six inch with one hand, then the eight inch with the other, then the first again, etc.
“Are you going to let this go?” she asked, already giving in with a soft smile.
“Only after you come again,” I answered. “I’m going to do for you what Dad obviously couldn’t do.”
“They’re both bigger than he is,” she revealed with a smile.
“Figures,” I sighed.
She then surprised me by pointing into the box, “How about that one?”
“The strap-on?” I asked. She had just shocked me again!
“Sweet girl, you’ve gotten me so fucking horny,” she admitted with a big grin.
“Mother, language,” I teased, fake aghast.
“Hannah darling, will you please fuck Mommy’s cunt?” she wheedled, looking as sweet and innocent as Julia Roberts in Notting Hill.
I asked sternly; okay I asked it archly too, “Young woman, are you trying to turn your sweet innocent daughter into a salacious mother fucker?” Although I had indeed already fucked a couple of moms, my own Mom was a whole new level of kinky achievement.
Her eyes sparkled at me wickedly, “Yes, my dear sweet Hannah, I want you to repent of your innocent ways and show me your true colors, pink, I believe, to be a Dominant Mommy Fucker and pound your wicked Mommy like a dirty slut. Do you believe your delicate sensibilities can tolerate such extremes my dear?”
“You had me convinced way back at Mommy fucker,” I chuckled as I attached the strap-on, my own pussy tingling with anticipation.
“You’re so fucking sexy in my lingerie and your cock,” Mom complimented, looking at me with a lust I often saw in my lovers, but had never expected to find here at home.
“And you look so hot in nylons and the afterglow of your first orgasm of the day,” I countered.
Mom admitted, “I’m not lying or exaggerating when I say that was the most intense pleasure and the most explosive orgasm of my entire life, you sweet girl.”
“Happy I could oblige,” I smiled, joining her back in the bed. “And now for orgasm number… two.” I pertly held up two fingers.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, I can’t have multiple orgasms,” she informed me.
“Another myth,” I contradicted, flipping her onto her knees. I loved the power of doggy style. I loved watching my cock slide in and out of my woman; I loved watching a body rock back against me; I loved being in control when wearing the strap-on. “You just haven’t met the right girl.” I smiled, “or maybe you have, but just had to wait for her to grow up,” as I moved behind her.
“I’ve tried myself,” she admitted. “Countless times.”