“Don’t you want me to feel between those great thighs of yours—so strong and lean. Don’t you want to have someone feel your heat, your wetness?” More kisses.
“Don’t. Please don’t ask me again.”
I nipped at her neck and pinched her nipple hard.
She let go of my hand, and I slid it farther into the dark regions of her panties. It wasn’t far to the black forest. She had a full, thick bush.
“Oh my God!” she said loudly.
I could hear the steady splash of Lori’s shower, so I was sure she couldn’t hear.
I split the dense tangle with my middle finger and ventured all the way to the opening of her vagina. It was soaked down there. She was lubricating like crazy. This whole episode my have taken Mrs. Branch to horny levels she hadn’t reached since Lori was born. Probably. Maybe. Okay, so I was making that up in my mind.
“That’s enough. Please.”
I slipped my finger deep into her vagina. I was fingering Lori’s mother.
“OOHH!” Her head drifted back against me, her mouth open.
I repeated the motion a few times, then decided to leave for a more productive area. My now well-lubricated middle finger’s next stop was ground zero: Mrs. Branch’s clitoris. Lucky I had just been schooled about its zip code. Hers was easy to find though: it was big … and hard … and super-sensitive from the reaction I got.
Her hips ground against my hand. “AAHHH!” burst from her lips.
I thought time was going to run short and I didn’t want to draw this out any longer, so I started a gentle rubbing and pushing and followed my instinct and the reactions I was getting from Mrs. Branch.
Within 90 seconds, she let out a tremendous “YEESS! and fucked against my hand as I struggled (and succeeded) to never lose contact with that little nub between her legs. She ended with a long “OOOHHHHH!” that seemed to drain all her strength.
She slumped back against me, almost lifeless. Her breathing was heavy and ragged.
Finally, she asked, “Mike? What did you do to me?”
“I made you cum. You had an orgasm.” I thought it was obvious.
“So THAT’S an orgasm!” She laughed, and couldn’t stop laughing.
The shower stopped.
“I have to go upstairs and straighten out. I can’t let Lori see me like this.” She got up and headed for the stairs, stopped and came back and kissed me on the lips. Then headed for the stairs.
“How’s the back?” I asked.
“Forgot all about it,” she said over her shoulder.
Lori came out a few minutes later, all fresh and washed.
I had washed my orgasm-inducing finger to lose any evidence of my activities (okay so I washed both hands while I was at it).
“Where’s my mother?” she asked.
“Using the upstairs bathroom, I think.”
“Upstairs? You got her out of the chair?”
“Success!” I said. “Turns out I was able to fix her back.”
“Well, I hope she’s in a better mood now.”
“I’m pretty sure she is.” I WAS pretty sure. She would be in an afterglow until she started obsessing maybe about how a boy one-third her age gave her an orgasm.
“Mom, we’re leaving!”
“Wait! I want to thank Mike!”
Lori looked surprised. “When did she start wanting to thank you?”