Then I turned up the speed to medium, and the dildo vibrated harder. It felt so good, so good in my cunt, I could feel my climax rushing toward me like a semi-truck on a deserted highway in the middle of the night. I thrust and thrust until my wrists were sore and my fingers were half cramped from clutching the big thing.
Finally I gave up on fucking myself and just pushed the switch to the highest setting. The dildo buzzed frantically in my cunt, splitting me all the way up and driving my clit wild with its intense vibration. I closed my eyes and concentrated, feeling my stomach muscles clench, and loud moans burst from my throat totally out of my control. Only then did I finally come.
Fireworks went off behind my closed eyelids, and if the earth didn’t actually move, I certainly did. My hips were up and down on the bed as I bucked and writhed, fighting the damned thing as it buzzed and buzzed in my cunt, driving me madly to higher and higher levels of profound orgasm.
Then I heard a gasp, right there in the room with me. I opened my eyes. There, standing in the doorway, was Carla herself. Her hand was clasped over her eyes, but I noticed — who knows how — that she was peeking through her fingers.
Adrenalin surged through my body when I realized that I’d been caught. But then I realized that I’d been caught by the owner of the dildo. It was Carla’s dildo that was stuffed up me. That put the shoe on the other foot. I switched it off and pulled it out of me slowly, holding up its dripping length for her to see.
I tried to pretend to courage I didn’t really have. I went on holding the dildo up and forced a grin onto my panicked face. “Look familiar?”
What I could see of Carla’s face turned red. “Uh. I think … I think it might be mine. Mom.”
“You think? It might?” My voice took on a familiar tone, but with a hint of something else in it.
Carla got resentful. “All right! It’s mine! So what?”
“I’m not angry with you, dear. After all, you’re an adult now. Here. Take it.” I realized that I wanted Carla to be embarrassed too, embarrassed to touch her dildo covered with her mother’s pussy cream.
Carla took the thing hesitantly, it’s true. But then she did something I would never have expected. She put the head in her mouth and licked it like an ice-cream cone. Her tongue slithered out of her mouth to lap up my juices from the shaft. My pussy began tingling again. Was she just trying to embarrass me further — or was she trying to turn me on? Either way, it was working for sure.
Carla grinned at me. “I’m glad you like my dildo, Mom,” she said. “It’s been quite a while since you’ve had a cock up you, hasn’t it.”
Now it was my turn to burst forth in a full blush. I started to say “Two years” but then changed it to “Too long.”
“And how long has it been since you’ve got your pussy eaten?”
“Too much longer.” I realized that this was a familiar game of questions from Carla’s childhood, now given a totally new and adult slant. “You want to help Mommy with that, honey?”
“I sure do, Mom. Move over.”
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