way your fingers are playing with it now…
“When she was fully satisfied with this, she dropped the comb on the floor and transferred her attention to her cunt again… She had taken good care to comb the hairs out of the way of her slit so the heavy lips were beautifully exposed, surrounded with delightful fur.
“Standing at the door, something began to stir in me-I couldn't explain this feeling at the time… I had no idea how the whole situation was going to develop, but one thing I was sure of… I was going to stay as long as possible… I wanted to know what she was up to, and unconsciously I knew it must be something very nice and pleasant…
“She was so taken up by her work that it couldn't be anything else but pleasure… My mother loved life and since anything pleasant always pleased her, she was a very happy person. Always ready to laugh and have fun… enjoying good friends and good food, taking life as it presented itself, always looking for the good things to come…
“Like her widowhood… being the person she was, she must have loved my father very dearly and after he died she had her fun with other men, as she told me later, but never getting too infatuated with one of them since she had also discovered the pleasure of masturbation… Of course, she had known about it before she got married, but she had never really enjoyed it… After my father died she found out about it, and on the very first night after his death she immediately made it her new way of sexual satisfaction…
“During my story you will also hear her part of it… Anyway, like I told you, she was paying all her attention to her cunt now, and without really playing with it, all the signs were there that she was going to satisfy my curiosity now…
“After rubbing the lips for some time, she all of a sudden seemed to stiffen a little… quickly, she took her hand away from her slit. Again I didn't know what to make of it, but I was to find out very soon… Leaving her cunt, she now focused her attention on her breasts. Her hands caressed them lovingly and slowly… When I saw her doing this, the first sign of awakening sexuality announced itself in me… I had the mad urge to run over to her and caress her breasts for her… I found them so beautiful and big and I longed to lay my hands on them. As for myself, my tits were just beginning to be slightly more than an un-evenness on my chest… Sometimes at night I felt them and occasionally they hurt me in growing pains… Seeing my mother's tits focused my attention to my own breasts and through my dress I caressed them the way she was doing hers… Keeping this up while watching my mother, a delightful feeling gradually spread through my body and not knowing what to make of it, I almost stopped…
“Looking at my mother again, I saw her handling her tits a lot more roughly than she had been doing… Her hands were clasped around the heavy bulbs and her fingers rolled the nipples… I could see the nipples had hardened and almost doubled their size, this at least being something not fully unknown to me, for this also happened with my own tiny nipples when I stroked them…
“Suddenly she took her right hand away from her right breast, and like a snake she brought it to her cunt again… Her legs were spread even more than they had been before, and her gash, enormous as it looked to me, was open and looked all wet and sticky… She didn't lose time playing around with the lips any longer… instead (and much to my surprise) she opened the lips more and pushed a stiff finger deep inside…
“Despite my surprise, I was afraid she would hurt herself something terrible and I almost cried out. Now I was going to find out what it is like to frig oneself… and I couldn't have been more grateful for any other lesson in my life. But here, right before my eyes, I got the first example of solitary pleasure…
“With her finger buried deep in her cunt, my mother wanked herself to a quick and satisfying orgasm, not forgetting to fondle her left breast while she moved her finger in and out of her dripping slit… Yes, she was really dripping now, and from my position, even if I only could see her reflection in the mirror, I saw the spunk flow from her opened cunt, moistening the seat of her chair…
“It was the first lascivious scene I ever watched and what a pleasure it was to see my own mother do it! It made a terrible impression on me and I wouldn't have missed it for the world… I had no idea what coming was, but I knew something very nice happened to my mother when she suddenly threw her head back and sagged in the chair, her hands hanging limply down to her sides. Did she know I was standing there, watching her having her pleasure? Giving me my first lesson in sex? I never could persuade her to tell me, although we became very, very close after this memorable afternoon…
“I was still glued to the floor when all of a sudden she looked up and our eyes met in the mirror! It really startled me, and I hurried from the room with a face red in shame, stumbling over my own feet… I slammed the door to my room behind me and threw myself on the bed… and it didn't take her long to come to my room. I heard her opening the door quickly but silently, closing it behind her immediately… I didn't dare to look up.
“But my mother was a very wise woman, so she decided to take matters into her own hands. She placed her hands on my back and slowly started to rub me, not saying a single word. Gradually her hands moved down, and soon they were resting on my buttocks where they continued their caressing motion… I didn't move all this time and just enjoyed the touch of her hands. By degrees I became more and more at ease, and my mother, sensing this, picked up the hem of my skirt and slipped one hand under it. Now she was stroking my bottom more positively, although it was still covered by my panties… A feeling of deep pleasure, unknown but nice, spread through my body, making me squirm a little. Not a word had been said, yet my mother knew by my squirming that I was slowly getting hot, so she once more went one step further on the road to pleasure. Slipping her hand under the waistband of my panties, she now put her hand on my bare flesh… and the pleasure this gave me is impossible to describe… but I'm sure you will understand what I mean. It was sheer heaven… just like it is sheer heaven the way your finger is frigging me now. Oh yes, Mitzy… deep, like that… frig me properly, darling… remembering all this… telling it to you… has made me terribly hot and randy again… oh, you lovely wanker… you know how I want it to be done… please go on… go on… don't stop now… make me come… like my mother used to do! I can't hold out any longer! I can't finish my story before I have had an orgasm… by your hand… your lovely hand… masturbate me, darling… deeper… deeper… faster, I'm coming… faster… I'm coooooooming… ooooooooooh… lovely… looooovelyyyyy…”
I didn't blame her that she couldn't hold out any longer; in fact, if I had not been so occupied in frigging her lovely twat I think I would have given myself a good and proper wank. She flooded my fingers with her lovely spunk, and just to calm my senses (or was I really escalating them), I licked my fingers after I took them from her dripping cunt… Waiting for her to be able to continue her exciting story again helped to calm down my lust, but I longed for the rest of her story. She was really a good storyteller and I was fascinated by the beauty of her tale.
“Wow… wasn't that something? Sorry I had to interrupt my story, but I really couldn't wait any longer. That was lovely, Mitzy… I needed it… I hope you are not bored with my story…”
This last she asked with a smile, knowing very well I was getting terribly excited by her story…
“You know damn well I enjoy every word of it, but I wish you'd stop fooling around now and continue…”
“It's getting you hot, isn't it? Look, why don't we go up to your room or mine… we can lie on the bed… it's so much more comfortable… and we can change places again. I tell the story and play with your darling cunt and you listen and let yourself be wanked! How about it?”
“That's just super by me, Sue… but let's go to your room so we won't be bothered by Leo. You know, he comes up to my room sometimes when he wants some pussy… and I don't feel like fucking this afternoon… I want much more to have you today…”
“All right, my room it is then… and thank you very much for preferring my finger to Leo's long prick… I hope he doesn't add two and two together and come up to my room if he doesn't find you in yours! You know, he sometimes comes to mine if you're not available… he really has a marvelous cock, hasn't he?”
“It's a beautiful whopper and he knows how to use it, but it's just that I don't feel like it today… I want you… your fingers… your tongue…”
“Who said anything about me sucking you, you filthy girl?”
“Will you stop it and get your ass up to your room…”
We took the service elevator up to the top floor where we had our rooms. I had walked ahead of her when we left the kitchen and thus I had not clearly seen what she took with her from the kitchen, but she was hiding it in a towel, so I assumed it was something to eat and wondered whether we had time to eat it. My mind wasn't exactly set on eating… that is to say, food… When we entered Sue's room we closed the door behind us and locked it. We didn't want to be disturbed.
“Let's take these clothes off, Mitzy,” Sue said. “It is nice to play with one another with our clothes on if we have to, but now we can do as we please and I would much rather have you naked on the bed. It's so much easier
