I couldn't take it anymore. What the hell, I thought to myself my eyes still locked on her young body, she can be a little late and I really want to masturbate, this would only take a minute or so then I'll wake her and finish myself off back in my bedroom. No one will ever know.
I quietly pull up a chair from her desk and sit back spreading my legs. I slowly run my finger on the side of my clit. My daughter's beautiful body before me. Staring at her perky tits, I begin imagining what I would do with them - squeezing them, tweaking her nipples, sucking them into my mouth. My eyes drift down to her pubic mound. I gasp aloud, fantasies of her naked flesh against mine swirling through my head. Her young pussy grinding against my mature, aching crotch. I close my eyes, expertly pulling back the hood of flesh covering my clit exposing the swollen and hard love bean. My fingers began rubbing across it, furiously now thinking of my own daughter.
"Oh my God Mother," I hear her say suddenly. "What...." Her voice trails off as she gazes at my soaked pussy and red swollen clit. Was that look on her face lust or embrassment.
Do I flee the room, or sit still finding a way to explain. |