I spread my legs wider on the couch, my bare pussy already slick and open. Mom sat across from me in her armchair, coffee mug frozen halfway to her lips. I didn’t look away. I just slid two fingers down and started rubbing my clit in slow, firm circles.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I said, voice low and dirty. “Been thinking about doing this right in front of you all week.”
Mom’s eyes dropped straight to my cunt. She didn’t tell me to stop. Her breathing changed, shallow and quick.
I pushed two fingers inside myself, pumping them so she could hear how wet I was.
“Listen to that,” I told her, pumping harder. “My pussy’s soaked just from you watching.”
I pulled my fingers out and held them up, shiny with my juice. Then I sucked them clean, slow and loud. Mom set her mug down with a shaky hand.
“Keep going,” she said, voice rough. “Show me how you fuck that cunt.”
I grinned and went back to it, rubbing my clit fast now, hips rolling. My tits bounced with every thrust of my fingers. I was loud on purpose—moaning, gasping, telling her exactly what I was doing.
“Two fingers deep in my pussy, Mom. Feels so fucking good. Bet you’re getting wet too, aren’t you?”
She didn’t answer with words. She just shifted in the chair, thighs pressing together. I kept going, rubbing harder, until my legs started shaking. When I came, I didn’t hold back. I cried out, fingers buried knuckle-deep, pussy clenching and pulsing right there in front of her.
I didn’t stop after the first orgasm. I kept rubbing, slower now, teasing my swollen clit while I caught my breath. Mom was staring openly, lips parted.
“Come here,” she said finally.
I stood up, legs unsteady, and walked over. She pulled me onto her lap, facing her. Her hand went straight between my legs, fingers sliding through my mess.
“Such a filthy girl,” she murmured, pushing two fingers inside me. “Sitting there and masturbating your pussy like that.”
I rocked on her hand, riding it. “Wanted you to see. Wanted you to know how much I like it.”
She fucked me with her fingers while her thumb worked my clit. I came again, grinding down, soaking her hand. When I stopped shaking, she pulled her fingers out and licked them.
“My turn,” she said.
She stood, stripped off her pants, and sat back down with her own legs spread. Her pussy was shaved and already glistening. I dropped to my knees between them without being told.
I licked her slow at first, tasting how turned on she was. Then I sucked her clit the way I like mine sucked, two fingers sliding into her tight heat. Mom grabbed my hair and held me there, hips rolling against my mouth.
“That’s it, baby. Eat Mommy’s cunt while you think about showing off your pussy again.”
I moaned into her, licking and sucking until she came hard, thighs clamping around my head, her juices coating my chin. When she let me go, I stayed on my knees, licking her clean while she stroked my hair.
We didn’t talk much after that. She pulled me up, kissed me deep, tasting herself on my tongue. Then she bent me over the arm of the chair and fucked me with her fingers from behind until I came a third time, legs trembling, voice hoarse from all the dirty things I kept saying.
Later, lying tangled on the couch, she traced circles on my thigh.
“You’re going to do that again tomorrow,” she said. “Right in front of me. Maybe I’ll join you.”
I smiled against her shoulder. “Can’t wait to spread my pussy open for you again.”
She laughed, low and satisfied, and pulled me closer.
