“I understand. I’m sorry if that part upset you.”
“Who says I didn’t like it?” she replied with a naughty grin.
“Oh… I’m glad you had fun then.”
“I absolutely had fun,” she said. “A few hours ago I masturbated and had a messy orgasm for my son’s viewing pleasure. You know, men aren’t the only ones with incest fantasies.”
Hearing my mother say that sent a tingle down my spin and got my blood flowing.
“God, you have no idea how bad my hormones are raging right now. Is there any chance I could see it again tonight? Mom, I’m begging you.”
She reached over and playfully patted my leg. “You realize a normal human being, right? I’m not Wonder Woman. Squirting twice in a day has drained me. But if I’m in the mood tomorrow, who’s to say that we can’t try new things?”
“Is that a deal?”
“Only if you wash the dishes,” she winked. “Then I’ll think of other fun things we can do with my special talent.”
***
I felt a pushing on my chest as I laid in bed.
“Wake up…” I heard my mother say as she pulled my curtains open to let the sun’s bright rays into my room.
“Jeez mom, it’s 7 am,” I groaned after checking the clock.
“I know. But I thought we’d go some place for a hike, followed by a nice picnic lunch. And if no one is around, I figured we could, you know, have some outdoor fun. Only if you’re interested.”
I immediately became alert and jumped out of bed. “Why didn’t you say so?! I’ll be ready in 10 minutes.”
“That’s the spirit,” she smiled. “At this point, I’m fully charged and ready to deliver a show.”
The drive was nearly an hour and we hiked in a beautiful forest. We didn’t talk about anything sex related, but it was in the back of our minds. With no one else around, our privacy helped keep the mood light.
My mother and I had our picnic on an open field of grass. I prepared everything and she actually changed her clothes before we ate, hiding behind some trees to do it. She didn’t let me watch her undress, sadly, but when she was ready, she was barefoot and was wearing a yellow sundress. It made her look even more desirable than she already was.
We had a nice casual conversation under the sun, but of course, my mind was on other things…
“So what does it feel like?” I asked.
“I’m assuming you’re talking about my orgasms.”
I nodded.
She paused for a moment, as if to think of a detailed and personal answer.
“Intense,” she said. “Squirting feels intense. It feels like I’m ready to burst down there, but in an extremely pleasurable way- a pleasure that takes over my entire body. And when I reach my climax and those fluids squirt out of me, there’s just nothing like it.”
“I love how you described it like that. It’s so erotic listening to you explain this. Can you tell me more? How often do you use your vibrator? Do you squirt every time?”
She smiled, “Your curiosity towards me is so adorable. If you must know, since I’ve been single these past few months, I’ve been masturbating with my toy frequently. A few times a week, at least. I usually do it in the bathtub so I don’t have to clean anything up, but it’s not as comfortable as doing it on my bed. And I can only squirt if I’m aroused enough.”