I slowly picked my speed back up. Yeah, live action porn. Like paying a cam girl. I liked the sound of that. Fuck, I was so goddamn hard. Like steel. It almost seemed, as I glanced down, that my cock, which was already pretty decent, had gotten maybe half an inch or so harder than it usually got. She pulled her shirt off, throwing it to the side, and quickly went back to her clit. I sat back against the pillows as she moved opposite me and positioned her pussy in view, playing with her clit and pushing her finger inside. Without realizing it, I began moving my hand faster and harder, adding a second in, reaching down occasionally and fondling my balls. She began to moan, gently at first, and then harder, and as her speed picked up, I watched her push a second finger in and slightly quake. She quickly recovered, resuming her plunging and lightly rubbing her clit with the fingertips of her other hand. “Fuck yeah…” she groaned, as I began furiously pumping my cock. Mom sped up, her pussy obviously drenched and her face lost in lust as she chased her own cum, which looked to be close. “Oh, fucking hell…” she yelled as she tipped over the edge surely, her fingers working a blur in and out of her squelching pussy…
Which is how we got to the beginning of this tale, along with where I was now. Mom and I lying next to each other, talking out our odd little mutual masturbation session.
“Relax. So there’s some sexual vibes between us. I sincerely doubt we’re the first family members to ever have that.”
“But, I just feel so strange right now,” I countered.
“So it’s weird. So’s most of life. I have had so many plans that didn’t pan out and so many gut urgings that turned out to be wrong, I can’t even tell you.”
“I guess. I’m just…”
“Thinking about how complicated this all is and just became?”
“Yeah.”
“Look, it’s strange, I’ll give you that. I don’t think there’s very many people in the world who would understand. But there’s no point freaking out about it. We didn’t exactly plan this, we were both just horny and it happened. We’ll handle it, and talk it through, and we’ll get past this, just like with every other weird thing that’s happened in our lives and over the course of our relationship.”
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to remember the meditation mantra I’d learned in my yoga class last year. It didn’t seem to help much. I opened them and looked at her. “Fine. Yeah, you’re right.”
So we talked for several minutes. She confessed that she’d been pent up and unbelievably horny since she hadn’t had a boyfriend in two months, and having me in the bed had given her some weird push-pull, because it gave her a touch of the intimacy she craved, but that only made her want sex more. I admitted that I’d had similar emotions and feelings which had messed with me and brought guilt because she was my parent.
“But sex is just sex,” she countered. “I have always felt like a good percentage of it is just play. It’s meant to be fun and enjoyable, and yes, emotions come in the side door sometimes and muddy things up a bit, but to be frank—and maybe this is just me trying to justify things in my mind, but I don’t feel like anything’s really changed between us now or really going to change.”