I rubbed her clitoris in a circular motion and I could see her body react. After a few more moments of rubbing, I could hear mom breathing harder. It was working.
All the while, as her legs were spread, I could see more glistening from her pink hole. She was getting wetter. She was enjoying it. She was aroused.
“Can we take this to the next step?” I asked.
“Yes,” she simply replied.
That’s when I pushed my index finger inside her pussy. She felt warm and wet. I couldn’t believe it. My finger was inside of her body. And by the look on her face, she couldn’t believe it either.
She closed her eyes and continued keeping her lips tight. For whatever reason, she didn’t want to show her arousal.
After a brief back & forth motion, I put two fingers inside of her. It had a greater effect and I heard mom breathing harder.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” she said.
My fingers were still inside of her.
“What is it?”
There was a look of hesitation on her face, as if her revelation was more embarrassing than actually showing her pussy to me, and having my two fingers inside her hole.
“I rarely orgasm,” she admitted. “It’s difficult for me.”
There was sincerity in her voice. I could tell this meant a lot to her. Suddenly, this was more than about her career. It was also about her sexuality and her identity as a woman.
My fingers went deeper inside of her warm wet hole. She closed her eyes again.
“Relax,” I said. “We’re going to make this happen. I promise.”
My fingers continue its work. It was absolutely surreal fingering my own mother. She enjoyed it. And so did I.
“Can you kiss it?” she asked softly, eyes still closed. “Kiss it while you rub it. That always puts me in the mood.”
I had an instant erection. It felt so wrong, but both of us were in the mood.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
After a moment of hesitation, I leaned forward and kissed her labia. It felt so soft and smooth. The wetness was on my lips. My hands were on her soft thighs and I felt my mother move a little. She was definitely enjoying it.
More kisses came and she gave a soft moan. It sounded like she was trying to suppress her feelings, as if she was struggling with her own internal feelings. It couldn’t have been easy for her, being kissed this way by her own son, and on her vagina.
I licked her clit and worked my fingers inside her pussy, which got the most reaction. This time, she moaned loudly and her hips squirmed.
“Are you ready to use the vibrator now?” I asked, with my fingers still inside her.
She shook her head. “That thing is huge. Is there anything bigger you can use first, instead of your fingers?”
“Let me think.”
I looked around my mother’s bedroom and tried to think. She definitely didn’t have a sex toy around. She wasn’t the type. And if she did have one, she probably would have suggested it already.
“Do you think you can use yourself?” she asked bluntly, with only a subtle hint of shame in her voice. “I mean, do you mind?”
“What do you mean?”
She gestured to my midsection. “That. I can tell you’re aroused. I won’t mind. Not tonight, anyway.”