It’s always been just my mom and me. All my life, we’ve been close. I’ve always felt like I could tell her everything. Except for one thing… 

Some time ago, right after turning 16, I started experimenting with my body. I’d wait until my mom left for work on the weekends and touch myself down there. See what felt good and what didn’t, what made me feel all tingly and what hurt. Sometimes I’d even watch porn; after figuring out how to delete my browser history, that is. 

A few months later, I got a little too carried away. I thought she was already asleep, so I started rubbing myself before going to bed. But I guess my moans were too loud, and she came in, catching me in the middle of it…

She sat beside me and we talked about it. Surprisingly, she felt bad and disappointed that I never told her about it. I was getting pretty uncomfortable, but, at the same time, frustratingly horny, since she came in as I was starting to get close. I tried being sneaky and slowly rubbed my wet pussy while she talked to me. It felt so good but so wrong, touching myself right next to her. It was getting me wetter. I could feel my clit throbbing as I slowly circled over it with my ring finger. 

Then, she stopped talking for a moment. I stopped too, holding my breath unconsciously. I didn’t know if she was done talking or if she noticed, because I wasn’t listening to her; but then she pulled the blanket off of me and started rubbing my pussy.

“Mom! What— what are you doing?!” I asked, but I didn’t stop her.

“Honey… shh. Let me take care of it.”

Her fingers felt so warm and good rubbing my pussy. I honestly didn’t know what to do, but I was so close I just didn’t stop her. I moaned and came on her fingers as she rubbed me fast. It was a little embarrassing, but… it just felt so good. So much better than doing it by myself. She cleaned her fingers off by sucking them, and it made me blush. God, it was so fucking dirty. 

“Listen, sweetie, it’s okay if you want to make yourself feel good. But I don’t want you to hurt yourself or anything, so I think you should come to me for help every time, okay?” she said, looking me in the eyes. I looked away.

“But mom… I-I’m not gonna get hurt.”

“Shhh. Don’t argue with me over this, young lady. It’s important that I teach you. You know you can trust me with anything.”

 I was confused. I definitely didn’t expect that from my own mother. But, in a way, it felt like the right thing. We’d always been so close… and she made me cum so hard. I could see the lust in her eyes as I nodded.

From then onwards, I’d slip into her room quietly whenever I got horny. At first, she’d just rub my wet pussy quickly until I came for her. But then I started going more often—from every once in a while, to once a week, to almost every night. I even stopped masturbating by myself for a while, because all I could think about was her. 

One night, she opened her drawer and pulled out a vibrator. I knew exactly what it was, from having seen it in porn. The women in those videos always made it look so good, and it got me wet instantly. I pulled my shorts and panties down and opened my legs for my mom right away.

She started on a low setting. The constant hum of the vibrator made it a little embarrassing; though I guess embarrassment never stopped me. My mom slowly swiped my clit side to side with the head of the vibrator, applying gentle pressure. It felt insane. I knew I’d cum quick with it.

As I was getting close, letting out dirty moans, my mom leaned down and kissed me. It made her touch and the vibrator feel so much more intense, and when she slipped her tongue into my mouth I squirted, cumming hard for her. It was the first time I’d ever squirted. She didn’t stop, keeping the vibrator buzzing loudly on my clit as I whined into the kiss. Before I got close to cumming again, she pulled the vibrator off. 

“Ahh… Mom… w-why’d you stop…?”

“Didn’t you already cum, sweetheart?” she grinned.

“Mommy… please… I’m close to cumming again.”

Her eyes widened at my submissive tone. She slipped a finger into my tight, virgin pussy. I was so aroused and wet that it went in easily, despite it being my first time. I'd always been too scared to do it. When I fully adjusted to it, she started putting pressure on my G-spot, slowly moving her finger. I let out a loud moan.

“Fuck... Mom... That feels so fucking good, oh my god.” I whispered. Without a reply, she rubbed my clit with her thumb while fingering me. Nothing had ever made me feel that good before. I was getting close again, my pussy clenching and pulling her in with need. I was so ready to cum on her fingers like a slut.

“Mom, please, I'm gonna cum for you...” I begged.

“Not yet, honey.” She pulled her fingers out, edging me. I needed her touch again so bad. But I got something even better.

She spread my legs and went down on me. Her tongue on my clit felt so much better than her fingers; softer, wetter. As she licked up and down my pussy lips, I kept getting close, and she'd stop right before I came, getting me so insanely desperate. After what felt like an eternity, she added a finger again, pumping in and out while eating me out.

When she felt me getting close, she pulled her fingers out again and slapped my pussy hard. I moaned, and she slapped it again, making me cum. I didn’t even know I could cum from that. My clit twitched as I had my first ruined orgasm, even though I didn’t really know what it was then.

After that night, something changed. I couldn’t stop thinking about her using me, edging me, getting me all desperate for her.

I started going to her room much more often, naturally. I love my mom so much.