I opened the official looking envelope, and literally jumped for joy. I had been accepted at the same Junior College my friend Lindsey was already attending. Lindsey Stern had been my best friend before she moved almost 200 miles away last year. I guess she was actually still my best friend though I wasn't really hers'. Being a year and a half older she had another circle of friends, but I was fine with that.
I couldn't settle down the rest of the day. My emotional roller coaster went from euphoria at being accepted to despair at how I would be able to get to the induction meeting that the letter had said was scheduled for the following Wednesday morning. When my poor mother came in the door and I started. I don't think I even took a breath for a full minute as I spewed out everything that had been going through my mind for the past five hours. My mother sat down at the kitchen table and just looked at me with an understanding smile on her face. When I finally paused she stood up and hugged me
"Congratulations sweetheart!" I felt so loved as I snuggled against my mom's large breasts. Her perfume was so delicate and so familiar, but then I started to cry. I was an emotional wreck. "What's wrong honey?"
"How am I going to get to the induction meeting?" I sobbed
"Don't worry you'll get there alright." Mom responded in complete confidence. "You know Lindsey's mom moved near the college after Lindsey enrolled up there, I'm sure Grace would help us out with this."
Lindsey's mom, Grace, was an amazing woman. I'd heard that she had been a very well known model before she had Lindsey. I never knew what kind of model and I also never really knew whatever became of Lindsey's father. My dad had died when I was very young and the fact that my friend also lacked a male parent was part of what drew us together. We never really spoke about it. It was just normal for us.
Grace had the body that most women would die for. My mom was five foot six and Lindsey's mom was at least a couple of inches taller. Her short strawberry blonde hair and make up were always perfect, reflecting her professional skill. My mom's boobs were pretty big but they were absolutely no match for Grace's. The fact that, other than her impressive chest, she was quite slender made them appear that much bigger. Grace was essentially all boobs and legs. These features were so striking that her beautiful face almost got lost.
Lindsey and I had pretty much inherited our mother's bodies. Of course we weren't fully mature yet but we'd both heard `you look just like your mother did at your age' ad nauseum from relatives.
"I'll give Gracie a call later and see what we can work out. But right now I'm going to get started on dinner. I'm starving, How about you?" I hugged my mom again tighter this time feeling her boobs mash and yield.
"Yeah I pretty hungry too. Thanks mom, I feel so much better now!" I said wiping my tears with the back of my hand.
Later that evening mom came into the family room as I was watching TV. "It's all settled" she said with a grin of satisfaction "I'll put you on the bus on Tuesday and Lindsey's mom will pick you up at the bus depot. You can stay the night at her place and then she'll get you on the bus back here after your meeting on Wednesday." I had tears in my eyes again as I jumped up to hug my mom
"Thanks mom, I'm so happy and relieved!" Mom had changed out of her working clothes and into her lounging around the house sweats. She never wore a bra unless she was `going out in public' so I was treated to the soft squishiness against my thin T shirt. I could even feel the points of her nipples just under my collar bone.
My mom was very "liberated" when it came to sex. Nudity was very natural and normal in our home. She had explained the basics to me on my eleventh birthday so when my `monthly visitor' showed up about a year later it was no big deal. We often showered together; well maybe not in the shower at the same time, but one going in and one coming out; if you know what I mean. I knew from these naked encounters that her nipples were huge, and constantly sticking out. She told me once that they didn't used to be like that. After I finished nursing you, she had told me, they just never seemed to go down anymore. I knew she put pads inside her bra to keep them from poking through her blouse. I often had an urge to ask her if I could suck on them again, but I never quite got up the courage to ask.
"The bad news is Lindsey won't be there." Mom said as we separated. "She's on a trip somewhere that week." I was disappointed but it was quickly soothed by the thought that after classes started I'd be able to see her regularly again.
"That's too bad" I commented "but I really won't have very much time anyway."
"Well I'm off to bed. Don't stay up all night." My mother said as she left. I lay back down on the couch and fell asleep with a fuzzy picture of Mrs. Stern in my head.
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It goes without saying that the week dragged. Tuesday morning I was up at six even though my bus didn't leave until noon. I pulled the satchel down from the top shelf of my closet and tossed it on the bed. Opening my underwear drawer I tossed three pair of panties in the direction of the travel bag. I took out my newest bra and winced. It was 32-B and it wasn't comfortable anymore. Even at the last hook position it was too tight and the cups didn't fit right either. I snuck across the hall to my mom's room and opened her underwear drawer. I knew her boobs were bigger than mine but I was hoping that maybe she had an old one or something. I pulled out one of her everyday' bras but the size tag was completely washed out. I dug around and found a really sexy black lace thing; definitely no good for my purposes but out of curiously I checked the tag; 36-C. Hum' I thought so I grabbed one of the older ones and took it back to my room. Stripping off the long T shirt I wore to bed, I put my boobs into the soft cups. Not bad' I wrapped the strap around my ribs with the cups in the back and fastened the hooks on their tightest position. Pulling the soft material up onto my boobs again, when I let go it fell down and wound up around my hips. Way too big.' I hated bras anyway and never wore one unless I had to. Then I remembered a little sun dress my aunt had given me for my birthday. I'd never worn it because I thought it was "too young" for me, but it had spaghetti straps and a sort of elastic top that was designed to be worn without a bra. I tossed my mom's bra on the bed with the other stuff and pulled the yellow print dress out of the closet, winced again and folded it carefully and put it in my bag. Oh well' I thought looking sweet and innocent could be an advantage sometimes'. The rest was easy a couple of T shirts, a couple pairs of shorts and a pair of jeans; I was good to go.
In the bathroom I stripped off my panties and turned the water on in the shower to warm it up. I scrubbed my finger tips on my scalp to help me wake up causing my short auburn hair with the red highlights to stick out in every direction. I watched in the mirror as my boobs jiggled with the motion of my arms. They had been growing steadily for nearly three years. Now they stood out like two rounded cones from high on my chest. My pale pink areoles were pebbly looking and kind of puffy pointing a little upward a top each of the cones. I gave them an affectionate squeeze and wondered if my nips would eventually get as big as my moms.
Squeezing my breasts as usual caused the button at the center of the areoles to start poking out. Keeping my eyes on my growing nips I couldn't resist flicking my thumbs over them. I probably don't need to tell you that they are hard wired to my pussy. Bending the rubbery tips back and forth sent an electric shock between my legs. So I let my eyes slide down over my flat tummy to my completely shaved mound. When I first started getting hair down there I was proud of it, cause it meant I was becoming a woman; not a little girl anymore. As it grew in I found I had to trim it to keep it from peeking out the sides of my bathing suit, which was annoying. One day I was getting in the shower as my mom was getting out. Taking a good look at her trim body, as I always did when I had the opportunity, I noticed her pussy was completely bare and glowing bright pink. When I asked her she said she had been shaving it all off for years. It feels so much cleaner and fresher' she'd said giving her mound a firm rub with the towel. `It has other benefits too' she told me, but she didn't elaborate, and left the bathroom to go and get dressed. I started shaving my own crotch that very day. It wasn't long before I found out what the "other benefits" were. Now standing in front of the mirror I gave my hairless vulva a firm tap sending another bolt of pleasure through my enlarging clit. I watched it growing, trying to push its way out from under the flap of skin at the top of my slit.
In the shower I got into my regular routine, double shampoo, rinse, put on the conditioner so it could soak in while I washed my body. The shower puff was just rough enough to give my skin a nice tingly feeling. As soon as the washing work was done I set the puff aside and ran my hands all over my tingling and slippery pink flesh. I rubbed hard enough under my arms to create some extra lather and then used the disposable razor to remove the stubble. Adding some more soap to my legs I put each foot in turn on the side of the tub and smoothly slid the plastic gadget over them until they were as smooth as silk. I rubbed the soapy wash puff between my thighs and continued the daily ritual. With my foot still on the side wall of the tub I put my left hand on the top of my mons and pulled upward to stretch the skin taunt. The usual warm feeling flooded my crotch sort of like I needed to pee. `Get the work done first, Rebecca!' I commanded myself as I steadied my right hand to make sure strokes with the instrument. The familiar work went quickly. As soon as I set the razor aside I scrubbed my hands through my conditioning hair. Now that my hands were covered with slippery conditioner I put them on my yearning pussy. I always found that the conditioner soothed the razor burn but it also felt great on my protruding labia. Using both hands I rubbed quite roughly while turning under the shower spray to start the rinsing process. My pussy was getting an achy feeling that I had learned had only one cure. I pulled upward with my left hand causing the lips to spread and slipped one finger inside. I always had to start with just one finger, and even that felt tight at first. It was exactly that feeling of my vagina being stretched that I longed for. It was nice and slippery inside and after two or three slow in and outs I felt it beginning to open enough to take the second finger. I brought my left hand up and gently squeezed my booby; ever so gently running my finger nail across the hard tip. I felt the contractions on my fingers as I moved in and out with a steady rhythm.
I didn't usually fantasize when I played with myself. I found it very pleasurable to just be aware that four out of my five senses that were being stimulated. The only one left out was taste. That one got its reward in the grand finale. My tactile sense was busy feeling how soft, warm and slippery I was inside. Twisting and feeling all around the squishy flesh inside my cunt was almost as delightful feeling on my fingers as it was on my pussy. I could feel how my lips folded in and out with each stroke. When they were all the way in it pulled my clit down until it gazed the top of my knuckle. I was careful not to touch my pulsating love button too much. My olfactory was flooded with the sent of the fruity body wash I had just soaped myself down with. It had become an erotic scent to me by association cause I played with myself almost everyday in the shower. I have to admit I preferred the musky girl aroma' that filled my nose when I did it in bed but the fruity floral smell kind of turned me on too.
Visually I alternated between watching my fingers pulling my labia in and out, and looking at my nipples as they grew and got more sensitive with each stroke and pinch. My ears were tuned to pick up the slurping sounds my pussy was making, over the background of the splashing water. I also like to listen to the cute little grunts and groans I always made. The sounds were quite involuntary so it was almost like listening to somebody else making them sometimes. My four senses played like a well conducted symphony orchestra in perfect harmony. They played in a steady crescendo toward that divine moment when the cymbals crashed and the tympani rolled.
I know I said I didn't fantasize, but when I closed my eyes images would appear. Like my vocalizations I wasn't conjuring them up they just materialized on their own. The first image I had was of my mom's huge nipples a top her full round tits. That wasn't unusual. Around the time the violins and clarinets gave way to the trumpets the image of Mrs. Stern appeared. This was strange because I hadn't seen her in over a year and up until that moment she had never shown up during my self pleasuring. Even more strange was that the image I got was from three years ago when we were at Lindsey's birthday pool party. Lindsey's mom had been wearing the smallest bikini I had ever seen. That vision must have had a bigger effect on me than I had realized for it to crop up at a time like this. As I watched her, in my mind's eye crossing the patio with the tray of refreshments, my thrusts got deeper and faster.
I didn't hear the bathroom door open. What alerted me to my mother's presence was the sound of her voice; "Ugh..., oh..., sorry honey I didn't mean to interrupt" her head was peering around the shower curtain. There I stood, left hand stroking my breast, left foot on the side wall of the tub and two fingers buried fully in my about to climax womanhood. Needless to say I was speechless. I felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over my head. I yanked my fingers coated with milky juice out of my pussy and dropped my other hand to my side. I wished at that moment that I could turn to liquid and just slide down the drain with the running water. I think my mouth was moving but I know that no sounds were coming out. It seems the expression of shock and horror on my face said it all. "It's OK sweetheart, there's nothing to be embarrassed about" mom said as she very gently touched my shoulder. "You go right ahead and finish what you were doing, I can wait." With that she pulled the curtain closed again. In spite of the warmth of the water I stood there shivering.
While mom's head had been inside the shower curtain my mind had been in total lock up mode. I could see her face smiling at me but there was not another single thought in my head only a feeling of horrific shock. Now that she was out of sight my pussy asserted its needs. My pulse was racing and I was almost gasping for breath but the hammering in my clit was slow hard and steady. It felt like it was throbbing only every tenth beat of my heart. The critical level of my arousal displayed itself by causing my right hand to return between my legs. My fingers began to gently stroke the swollen protruding lips. Even in my extreme embarrassment I couldn't stop them.
Our shower curtain is practically clear. It's certainly not like looking through window glass, but although the forms are fuzzy they are still very recognizable. My eyes were looking through the semi opaque plastic at the toilet as my fingers resumed their interrupted task. Foggy vision or not my mother was sitting on the toilet lid naked. Her knees were wide apart, left hand on her breast, right hand in her crotch, and her eyes fixed on the next to transparent drape. I was aware of it at some level; that she was watching me, but at that moment I was really not capable of rational thought. I plunged my diddling fingers deep inside simultaneously squeezing my tit hard. My lips folded inward and the knuckle of my thumb crashed into my clit. Some instinct of self preservation caused my left arm to leave my chest and grab the support bar, or the force of my orgasm would have thrown me onto the floor of the tub. Bathroom acoustics made the scream sound theatrical. I had a hand full of slippery goo and my fingers continued their thrusting rhythm for several more seconds before the first aftershock hit and I had to slide down the wall and sit on the edge of the tub with my fingers still up my cunt. Now that I was sitting my left hand was free to come back to squeezing my heaving boobs. The spasms got progressively smaller until I was finally able to bring my hard working right hand up and suck the unique tasting syrup off of it. Thankfully the cum and the water had eliminated all of the soap, `cause I wasn't that fond of the taste of the shower gel and conditioner.
When I was finally able to focus my eyes nothing much had changed. I was once again looking at the fuzzy image of my mother pleasuring herself while sitting on the closed toilet. The image sent a brand new and unexpected shockwave through my still draining pussy. I was shaking all over when I pulled the curtain aside and got the digital' version of the picture. My mother was sitting there without a stitch on tugging on her nipple while her other hand was making slow circles at the top of her slit. She was looking directly at me as I stepped over the side of the tub. "Wow! That was a good one wasn't it?" she asked. I found that I was still not able to speak or to find any words; I'm not sure which, so I just nodded in the affirmative. "I hope you don't mind that I watched." Mom continued her self stimulation when she spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I had never seen anyone masturbate before and I found myself closely observing her technique. Three fingers of her right hand were making slow deliberate circles right on top of her mons. Although I couldn't see it I knew her clit was right under those massaging digits. Her legs were really wide apart so I could see how much thicker and darker her lips are and the milky stuff was trickling out. Every third stoke or so she'd dip down and scoop a new batch of juice to lube her clit. My mom's other hand was holding one of her hooters up and rhythmically squeezing it. She lifted her tit up and took the shot glass sized nipple in her mouth. Her cheeks pulled inward as she was obviously sucking really hard. All the time she was doing this she never took her eyes off me. When she started to lower her boob back down she held on to the nipple with her teeth, pulling it out to an incredible length before finally releasing it. Amazingly mom's nipple stayed sticking way out, almost as far as she had pulled it with her teeth. Putting her palm over her tit she gave it a firm circular rub squashing the big mound against her ribs. That pushed the nip back to a reasonable length but it was still sticking out over an inch. Her breathing was getting quite short and I noticed that her butt was now squirming on the closed toilet lid. Her fingers were going much faster too. Each time they went to the well' for more lubricant now they pushed deep inside before returning to thrash her bright red button. "Do you like to watch me?" she asked breathlessly. I didn't need to think too hard about the answer. What I suddenly realized when she spoke was that I had been unconsciously mirroring her actions. When she asked me if I liked it my pussy answered for me with a giant spurt of cum and I let out a very usual sound just before I felt my knees buckling.
Somehow I kept my eyes open and was treated to the sight of my mother's butt thrusting up off her seat and ramming four fingers inside her bouncing cunt. It would have been an amazing duet to hear I'm sure. Mom made a sort of staccato `uh,uh,uh,oh, yes' while mine was more of a long wail with a steadily increasing pitch until it was a squeal.
We both continued to massage our swollen slippery vulvas still looking at one and other. "God that was good!" Mom finally broke the silence. Then she put her hand to her mouth and licked it clean, turning it this way and that careful to get every drop. Again I was acting like her reflection in a mirror as I slurped my juices off my own hand. "I gotta get showered and dressed or you're going to miss your bus. And you might have to have an extra rinse off yourself before you get dressed." As she made the last comment she was passing by me to step into the shower. Just before she stepped over the side of the tub she gave me a firm backhand slap on the ass and said "we must meet like this again sometime."