Family Practice 1

Family Practice, Ch. 1 of 2
by DirtyMindedMom

As happy as I was to be coming home after my first semester away at college, the one thing I was most excited about was being reunited with my vibrator. I stared out the window of the train and thought back to the day I shoplifted it from a Spencer’s at the mall when I was sixteen. I was in there with a group of my friends the day before when we discovered the sex toys in the back corner. We giggled over the dildos, cock rings and butt plugs, and everyone agreed that it was all so pathetic that people would actually have to buy those sorts of things. Even though I was the one denouncing them the loudest, I spent the rest of the night thinking about the pink vibrator with the tip that curved up and the little bumps down the length of it. I couldn’t stop wondering how awesome it would feel going into my pussy.

Technically I wasn’t a virgin at the time. The summer before I sort of did it with Tommy Ganter during a church social. We snuck off to an empty storage room and made out. He got my pants halfway down and fingered me some, then asked me if I wanted to do it. I said sure, assuming he meant the fingering, but when he started putting on a condom I realized he meant really “do IT.” I was too embarrassed to say no at that point and I let him climb on top of me and stick it in. Three pumps later he was done and I was no longer a virgin. When he pulled out and saw the blood he was too freaked out to do anything else and we got dressed and went back to the party. He never talked to me again.

I pretty much avoided boys for a while after that. Even though that first time hurt, and was far from pleasurable, I had gotten the distinct impression that it could feel really good if it was done right. I had a sort of craving after that night that I needed to satisfy. I started putting my fingers inside my pussy when I masturbated, but that didn’t do it. I tried fucking a Sharpie marker, the handle of my hair brush, and even a carrot, but none of those quite worked for me. When I saw that vibrator on the shelf at Spencer’s, I knew I had to have it. The next morning I made up my mind to go back to the mall by myself and steal it.

It was a bad thing to do, but I never regretted it for a second after I slipped it inside my pussy hole for the first time. I masturbated with that thing almost every day, often more than once. When it came time to go off to college, I agonized over what to do. I ultimately decided to leave it at home, unwilling to suffer the embarrassment of someone finding it in my dorm room and knowing what a horny pervert I was. I was looking forward to seeing my mom and my dog and being back in my own house, but I wanted to fuck myself like crazy with the only boyfriend I could ever really count on to satisfy me.

Mom was waiting at the station for me when I got off the train. She screamed and ran over to me, wrapping me up in the biggest hug. She was never afraid of making a scene in public. I hugged her back and let her have her moment. I had to admit that it did feel nice getting a huge squeeze from her. She felt so warm against me, and I breathed in her smell that I hadn’t realized how much I missed until just then. As the hug went on longer than normal, I couldn’t help becoming aware of how our breasts were pressed together. I tried not to think about that, it had never bothered me before, but you’ll understand why it made me somewhat uncomfortable as you find out more about some of the things I was struggling with after my time at school.

On the ride home, Mom hit me with a rapid fire series of questions as if we hadn’t talked on the phone at least once a week while I was away and messaged back and forth in between. How were finals? Why did I look so skinny, aren’t girls supposed to gain weight freshman year? Did I pick my classes for next semester? Did I meet any boys she should know about…or girls? My mom knew I liked guys, even though I didn’t go out a lot or have anything like a steady boyfriend in high school. She just had this thing where she didn’t want to assume anything when it came to sexual orientation and often pointed out that she would love me no matter what I was. After assuring her I was straight for so long, I didn’t know if I should tell her about some of the feelings that had unexpectedly welled up while I was off living in an all-girl dorm.

Somewhere in the middle of the ride home I realized that my pussy was getting wetter by the second. I was anticipating that moment of ecstasy when the tip of my buzzing vibrator passed into my opening and went deep inside me. Luckily, Mom was too distracted with her questions to notice me squirming in my seat. As soon as we were through the door I told her I was tired and wanted to take a quick nap. She gave a little pout, but sent me off to my room with a kiss and a motherly pat on the butt.

The second my bedroom door was closed, I stripped naked, went to my underwear drawer, reached way into the back of it, and pulled out my old friend. I couldn’t believe how excited I was to fuck a vaguely dick-shaped chunk of rubber. I got onto my bed, spread my legs wide, and twisted the cap on the bottom. He immediately sprang to life with a robust buzzing. I hadn’t remembered it being that loud! I was suddenly worried my mom could hear it downstairs. The quickest way to muffle the sound, I concluded, was to get it into my cunt as fast as I could.

My whole body shivered with delight as I eased my vibrating toy into my wet fuck hole. Oh God, I missed him so much! I clenched tight, gripping the bumpy shaft as hard as I could. The curved tip grazed along the top of my inner vagina and caused me to writhe in thankful joy that we had finally been brought back together. I began pumping myself. I usually started slow and picked up speed as I went, but I couldn’t hold back and was working my darling boy in and out as fast as I could. It was beyond glorious. How mad would my mom be if she knew I had skipped spending time with her after so long away just to fuck myself alone in my room? God, the vibrations felt even felt stronger than ever. That’s when I stopped dead in mid-stroke.

My mind flashed to my last night before leaving for school. I was on my hands and knees, masturbating myself doggy style like I did sometimes, and the vibrations slowed then ceased altogether. The stupid batteries had died. I was too far along to stop and replace them, so I made myself cum without the benefit of the buzzing. I remember thinking that it was perfect timing since it would be our last night together for a while.

But now the batteries weren’t dead. Not by a longshot. It was suddenly obvious that they were brand new. Someone had put fresh batteries in my vibrator! I had been so concerned about someone finding my toy in my dorm room that I never thought about anyone finding it in my bedroom at home while I was away. I had a sinking feeling in my gut, but at the same time the toy was still energetically alive inside my cunt. There was nothing I could do about being busted, so I might as well finish myself off.

I fucked myself with renewed urgency. Someone knew. Someone in my house knew that I was a horny pervert who fucked herself with a rubber cock. My secret was out. I was a degenerate masturbator.

I thrashed as my orgasm exploded and rocked my whole body just like it had that first time I’d fucked it feeling so dirty and guilty. I managed to stifle my screams of joy, but my bed squeaked noisily as I bounced my butt up and down trying to milk every ounce of pleasure out of my home-cumming fuck session. My whole body was all melty as I lay there and basked in the bliss. I dipped a couple fingers into my sopping hole and tasted my own juices. God, I was weird. But, as often as I’d tried, I couldn’t stop the nasty things I like to do with myself when I’m alone.

I dozed for a few minutes before putting my toy away and going into the bathroom attached to my room to splash some water on my face. I wanted to spend the rest of the day playing with myself, but I knew Mom was probably anxious for me to spend some time with her. I got dressed and went down stairs.

“There’s my beautiful girl!” she trilled when I came into the kitchen. “Feeling better?” My mom was spooning up a serving of her famous macaroni and cheese casserole, my absolute favorite. She was also looking at me with a strange smile. “It must be nice to be back in your own bed with all your own stuff.”

“It is,” I said as I sat down. The way she was talking made it seem like she was hinting at something.

“Though I’m guessing you missed some of your things more than others.” She set a plate in front of me and went to fetch me a glass of soda.

“Like what things?” I was afraid to hear the answer that I suspecting was coming.

“Don’t be embarrassed, honey, but I went upstairs to let you know your mac and cheese was ready and I heard…a noise.” She leaned over me and put a glass of ginger ale next to my plate. “A mechanical humming noise.” She goosed me playfully and went to busy herself with cleaning up.

Yeah, totally busted. No point in trying to deny anything. “Were you the one who replaced the batteries?”

“I was.” She turned and looked at me with an expression that advertised how thrilled she was that I had acknowledged the unspoken topic instead of avoiding it and changing the subject like she expected me to. “And, don’t worry, I cleaned it off after I was done.”

“After you were done what?”

The tea kettle whistled, and I had to wait until she filled her cup with steaming water and sat down. “After I was done trying it out for myself. I’d never used one before and I was curious.” Mom dipped her tea bag in and out of her hot water, obviously eager to share more. “I know you probably wanted to keep it a secret, but last week I decided to run some of your things through the laundry. I thought that maybe your undies were getting musty sitting in that drawer for so long. When I scooped everything out, there it was. Please, don’t be mad.”

“When you say, ‘tried it out,’ you mean you just turned it on or you really tried it out?”

“I swear I was just going to leave it alone and pretend like I never saw it, but I was lying in bed that night next to your father, who was snoring up a storm, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I had to know what it would feel like, so I got the batteries out of the remote, went to your room and gave it a try.”

“Oh, God,” I moaned in humiliation. It was bad enough that she had found it, but why did she have to tell me she’d used it? And on my bed, no less!

“I must say it was better than I expected. I felt a bit silly at first, but by the time I finished I was sold.” Mom was always had a tendency to over-share, but this was the first time I remember her talking to me about anything to do with sex like this. “Please don’t be mad at me.”

“Okay, so, whatever. I’m not mad. Let’s just forget about it.”

I ate a couple of forks of mac and cheese, barely even tasting it while my mom sipped her tea and never took her eyes off me.

“I actually snuck back to your bedroom the next two nights. After that I realized that I needed one of my own so I went to that dirty video store, you know, the one over by the truck stop. Your father has no idea I was in there.”

She sounded almost proud of herself. And it was obvious she had been dying to talk to me about this for days. What had gotten into her? Well, I knew at least one thing that had gotten into her – my dildo!

“Okay, Mom, that’s great.” I was hoping the conversation would end there.

“They didn’t have one like yours. I ended up getting a bigger one, you know with the little thingie that sticks out on top and the twenty different settings.” She added a bit more sugar to her tea. “Let me know if you want to borrow it. We can swap for a night,” she said with a wink.

I couldn’t believe we were talking about this. How had I suddenly becomes my mom’s sexual confidant? I didn’t want her to know about my masturbation habits, and I certainly didn’t want to know about hers.

“How’s Dad been?” I asked.

“Oh, you know him. The government is out to take all his money, and the illegal immigrants are ruining his life, even though he’s never met one.”

Thankfully she was off and running on a new topic and I was spared any further embarrassment. The rest of the evening was fairly normal. My dad got home from work. He was happy to see me, even if it didn’t really show. Mom and I stayed up watching TV, but we did more talking than watching. Things stopped being normal as soon as I got into bed.

I normally used my vibrator every night before I went to sleep, but I found myself hesitant to reach into my panty drawer. Not only had my mother found my dildo, but she’d used it. Not only had she used it, but she told me about it. Why would she do that? Yes, she was the queen of “too much information,” but it was never about anything to do with sex. As far as I was concerned, my parents had sex just the one time to make me. The thought that my mom masturbates never occurred to me. That’s when it got weird.

The image of my mother lying on my bed naked with her legs spread as she fucks herself with my dildo popped into my mind. I shook my head, trying to erase the image, but that just made her moan and do it harder. If that wasn’t disturbing enough, I began getting that achy feeling between my legs. The kind of feeling I knew I couldn’t ignore.

I gave in and reached into the bottom drawer of my nightstand and fished my toy out from under my panties. I looked at it, then sniffed it. It smelled like my pussy. I know she said she’d washed it, but was I hoping to be able to smell her pussy still on it? What was the matter with me? I sucked the curved tip, getting it all wet and slippery. I was acutely aware that the thing I had in my mouth had very recently been inside my mom’s cunt. This thing had been coated in her juices after she gave herself an orgasm with it. I sucked it deeper. My mother had made herself cum in my bed, the same place where I made myself cum thousands of times. These thoughts shouldn’t have turned me on as much as they were.

I turned it on and lightly buzzed my pussy lips, then my clit. Had my mother done it the same way, or did she have a different approach? Maybe she liked to just shove it in and ram away. Or did she take her time and tease herself until she couldn’t take it anymore? I slipped the toy into my hole, wondering if my mom was in her room masturbating with her toy and thinking about me using the same vibrator that she used. I was getting myself all twisted up in my head, which only seemed to make me hornier.

“What the fuck, Mom?” I moaned in the darkness of my room as I pumped myself toward a quick orgasm. “What is going on with you? Why did you tell me you fucked your pussy with my dildo?” I was going at it full speed, not caring if the bed squeaked or if the squishy noises coming from between my legs could be heard by anyone else. “Did you like fucking my toy, Mom? Did you like making yourself cum with the same dildo your horny daughter uses to fuck her cunt? Oooooooh, fuuuuuuck!”

Imagining my mother hearing my words added a dimension to my orgasm I hadn’t ever experienced before. There was a depth to it that was new, and I had a sense that it had something to do with my humiliation at not only being exposed as a chronic masturbator, but also the shame of being so aroused by sexual thoughts about my own mother. I came so hard that I was afraid that my pussy was going to cramp up. I lay panting for several long minutes trying to piece together what I was feeling. Before I came up with any answers, I drifted off into a blissfully relaxed sleep.

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I woke up feeling rested and at peace with the world. Maybe it was that there was no stress about homework, exams, or any of the social challenges of college to worry about. I was safe and sound in my own bed without a care in the world. That’s when I noticed my vibrator sitting on my nightstand. Not lying on my nightstand, but sitting up – deliberately balanced on end, sticking straight up like an eager erection. Last thing I remembered was falling asleep with it in my pussy. What the fuck was going on?

I might have taken it out or moved it during the night and not remembered, but I definitely wouldn’t have balanced it on end like that. I grabbed it and immediately noticed the scent of Mom’s lavender soap. Did my mother come into my room and pull my vibrator out of my pussy then clean it for me? So much for being at peace with the world. Mine was turning upside-down!

After putting on PJs and my fuzzy robe, I went downstairs. Mom was fussing around in the kitchen.

“Morning, sleepy head! I didn’t think I was going to see you until lunchtime.” She was acting like her normal self, which didn’t seem right.

“Do we have any coffee?” I rasped.

“Oh? So you’re a coffee drinker now? College has turned you into a new girl.” She then busied herself setting up the Keurig machine to make me a mocha latte type thing.

“Ah, Mom, did you come into my room last night or anything?”

“Not last night.” She selected a mug from the cupboard. “But I did check in on you this morning to see if you wanted waffles. You were dead to the world, so I figured I’d let you sleep.”

“And my…toy?”

“Oh, right. I saw it had fallen on the floor next to your bed, so I rinsed it off and left it on your nightstand.” She didn’t exhibit the least amount of embarrassment or judgement about it.

“Thanks…?” I never really thought of my mom as a prude, but I also never would have expected her to be so cool about something like this.

“No problem, honey. We don’t want you getting dust bunnies down there, now do we?” she joked. Who was this woman, and what had she done with my mother?

The coffee was done making itself and my mom brought it to me, then sat down. It was too hot to drink so I just blew across the top not knowing what to say.

“So, as long as we’re on the subject,” Mom began cheerily, “what was it like living in an all-girl dorm?”

“Wait, how were we on that subject?” Even though it wasn’t early, I had just woken up – maybe my brain wasn’t fully functioning yet.

“Oh, you know, all those young girls and all those hormones. You must have seen some pretty wild stuff going on.”

“Wild, as in…?”

“I don’t know. Maybe girls doing things they might not normally have done when they were back home. Trying out new things. Experimenting…” She spoke the last word with a suggestive lilt.

“Are you asking me if I saw any of the girls in my dorm hooking up?”

“Is that what they’re calling it now? Hooking up?”

“Yeah, I don’t know. I guess that was going on.” I took a sip and burned my tongue a little.

“That sort of thing happened when I was in college, but it’s probably a lot more common now.”

“Maybe.” Was I that transparent? Had Mom picked up on something so quickly? I didn’t think I was acting any different.

“How about you?”

“What about me?”

“You do any hooking up?”

“Um, no.” Where was this coming from? It was way too early to be dealing with this. “What makes you think I would?”

“Oh, nothing. I’m just asking. If you’d rather not tell me, that’s perfectly fine. I respect your privacy.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” I insisted, maybe a little too strenuously. “I was too busy to worry about boys, much less even think about ‘experimenting’ with anyone.”

She looked at me for a few awkward moments, then shrugged. “No big deal one way or the other. I was just curious.” She stood and kissed me on the top of my head as I took another sip. “I just want you to know that you can tell me anything. You’re not a little kid anymore.”

“Okay. Thanks, Mom.” I wasn’t sure what all that was about, and I didn’t want to know.

Mom bustled around the kitchen cleaning up and rearranging things that didn’t need to be rearranged, but the good news was that the conversation turned to her flower beds, repainting the upstairs bathroom, and how ridiculous her friend Ruth looked after getting Botox injections. This I could deal with.

After a shower, I headed out to the mall with no real purpose in mind. I tried not to think about it, but my mother’s questions kept nagging at the edges of my mind. Where was she coming up with that stuff about “experimenting”? She’d never pried into my sex life (or lack thereof) before. Did she think just because she found my masturbation toy that the old rules didn’t apply anymore? I attempted to stop thinking about my mom, and her questions, and her pussy wrapped around my dildo, but the harder I tried to put it out of my mind, the more I thought about it.

I met up with some of my high school friends for dinner. We ate, laughed, and re-told each other our favorite old stories going as far back as middle-school. It was great seeing them again, but it was also strange at the same time. Everyone was the same and yet oddly different somehow. I couldn’t put my finger on it. On the drive home I wondered if it was like that for my mom. Was I the same but different to her?

I know it was hard for her when I left, despite the brave face she put on at the time. Maybe her latest bout of weirdness had less to do with me and more to do with her. Maybe she was having some kind of sexual crisis. I had been so distracted worrying about the things I was going through to stop and think that she was probably dealing with some things, too. Going off to college was a natural time of discovery for me. I hadn’t considered that suddenly having an empty nest would be a time of discovery for my mother. I decided to try to be a little more understanding of her weirdness as I pulled into the driveway and waited for the song on the radio to end before I headed inside.

Mom was in the living room watching TV in her PJs and robe.

“Dad asleep already?”

“You know him. Early to bed, early to rise, yada, yada.”

I sat down. I wanted to talk about what was going on, but I didn’t know how to start. After all these years of avoiding the topic of sex with her, it didn’t seem right trying to talk about it now. When the commercial break came along, she asked about my night out. I caught her up on what my friends were up to, then the show was back on. At the next break, I cleared my throat and spoke up.

“So, how are things with you and Dad?”

“Oh, the usual. His big concern now is how the Muslims are taking over the world.”

“No, I mean, how are things between you and Dad?”

She shrugged. “Same as normal. There were some adjustments after you left, but we’re fine.”

I squirmed. She wasn’t making this easy for me. “Okay, but, how about in the…you know, bedroom?”

My mom made ready to brush off my intrusion to her private life, then reconsidered. Her expression went from shocked, to worried, to amused all in about a second. She took a deep breath, stalling.

“Everything is also normal there,” she assured me. “Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know. You just seem a little…” I wasn’t sure how to finish.

“Is this about the vibrator? No, just because I bought myself a sexy little toy doesn’t mean your father isn’t taking care of things between the sheets.” She gave me a wink, then her smile faded slightly. “We don’t do it as often as we used to, of course, but that’s to be expected as you get older.” She fiddled with the sash of her robe. “But when we do fool around, it’s just as good as it ever was. After all these years, your father knows just how to press my buttons, if you know what I mean.”

Unfortunately, I did. At least she had the good manners to look a little uncomfortable talking to me about her sex life – something I never really wanted to know about before. There was more I wanted to say, more questions, but I didn’t know if I should try to push things any. Maybe I didn’t really want to hear the answers. Or, more likely, I didn’t want to confront the strange thoughts I’d been having since I got home.

“As long as you’re happy,” I offered somewhat lamely.

“I am,” she assured me. “Happy, but…” she bit her lip, unwilling to finish the though. She smoothed her robe over her thigh just to have something to do with her hands. “I envy you, Emily,” my mom confessed quietly. “Off on your own for the first time. Everything ahead of you. All kinds of new experiences. Opportunities to discover yourself and learn about who you really are.” She took my hand and held it tight. “Just promise me you’ll be brave, and that you won’t let fear hold you back.”

“Hold me back from what?”

“From…whatever comes your way,” she answered cryptically.

“I’ll try,” I promised. I wasn’t so sure I could keep that promise. “I don’t know why you envy me unless you want more stress in your life, though.” My comment didn’t lighten the mood as much as I’d intended. “I mean, you had your time in college, Mom. You had all those experiences and discoveries for yourself, right?”

She chuckled and shook her head. “Oh, I had opportunities. Opportunities, and regrets that I didn’t take advantage of them when I had the chance.” She absently tickled her fingers up my arm from my wrist to elbow, then back down again like she often did when I sat with her as a kid. “I let my fears get in the way, which I would hate to happen with you.”

“What kind of fears?”

“What other people would think if I did this, or that. Or what kind of person would it make me if I tried something that wasn’t strictly…normal. I was so afraid of making the wrong choice, that I really didn’t make any choices at all when it came right down to it. I don’t want you to have those kinds of regrets.”

I could feel she was holding something back, but silently willing me to draw it out of her. All her uncharacteristic comments and odd behavior was pointing toward whatever this something was.

“It might help if you told me what kind of choices you’re talking about,” I said, giving her what I hoped was the nudge she needed.

A wistful smile played across her lips. “There was this girl, Josette Lang. She was in my Psych 101 class. She was everything I wanted to be. Pretty, smart, nice body. She had a real attitude, but not in a bitchy kind of way. And she was genuine. No fronts, no pretending. She was comfortable with who she was, and it showed through in everything she did.”

“Were you friends with her?”

“Oh, no. She was way too cool for me to even think about talking to her. Plus, she was a junior and I was a lowly freshman. Of course, looking back, I was just being stupid. But…she did talk to me once.”

“And?”

Mom took a deep breath. “It was at a party toward the end of that first semester. The first one I’d been invited to. I almost didn’t go. But I did, and it was strange and exciting. I had my first beer, if you can believe it. I almost left when I saw some of the kids smoking marijuana. But then Josette came over and said hi. I didn’t even know she was there.”

Her fingertips had gone still on my arm. I was tempted to prompt her to go on, but I held my breath and waited instead.

“She told me she liked the presentation I did in class about the psychology of women in the workplace, and we were off into a whole conversation about work, and feminism, and what needed to be done to change the world for the better. God, we were so young and idealistic. Then she told me that she was glad she finally got a chance to meet me. Josette asked if I wanted to leave and go to her room to talk some more. The way she was looking at me made it clear she was interested in doing more than talking.”

My mind was already racing ahead to what might have happened in that girl’s dorm room. I almost forgot that it was my mother telling the story. Could she tell that I was getting inappropriately turned on by hearing this? “But, you didn’t go, did you?”

“No.” She shook her head, biting her lower lip. “I made up some stupid excuse and took off. I knew what she wanted to do with me back in her room, and that scared the hell out of me. It was too late by the time I admitted to myself that it was something that deep down I had wanted. I’d let the perfect opportunity slip by me, and I’ve regretted it ever since.”

“And, so, that’s where all the stuff you were asking about ‘experimenting’ was coming from?”

She patted my arm. “I’m sorry. I guess I was hoping to live vicariously through you. I shouldn’t have said anything like that. You’re not me, and I shouldn’t have projected the things I wanted onto you.”

“But…maybe I kind of want the same thing as you did.” It was like someone else was saying the words as I heard them coming out of my mouth. This was not something I wasn’t at all ready to share with anyone, much less my own mother.

“Emily? What are you saying?”

“No, nothing. I just…”

“Sweetheart, you can tell me. If anyone will understand, it’s me.”

“Well…there’s this girl,” I started, and we both laughed. “Her name is Kaylee, and she’s friends with my roommate. She hangs out with us a lot. She’s funny and a bit on the wild side sometimes. Kaylee will say anything to anyone and not even care. And she’s not shy at all. I’ve probably seen her naked, like, ten times since I’ve known her.”

“Sounds like a hot ticket.”

“Real hot. One night she was a little tipsy, and she was telling us about how she misses her friends back home. Then she said how her and this one friend would fool around together sometimes, and it turned out her friend was a girl. I was surprised, but she said it was no big deal and that it wasn’t like she was gay. They were just lesbian fuck buddies. Oops, sorry…”

“Oh, as if I’ve never heard the word ‘fuck’ before,” my Mom gave me a playful slap on my leg. “Go on.”

“Okay, well, I thought that was pretty weird, but I kept thinking about it for some reason. Then about a week later, me and Kaylee were walking to class and I was saying something about wanting a boyfriend and she was talking about how much she wanted to get laid. That’s when she made a joke about how the two of us should be fuck buddies together. I laughed it off at the time, but I think it was more than a joke. That was about two weeks ago and I’ve been thinking about it ever since.”

“Thinking about it as in you want to have sex with this girl?” It was weird how into my story Mom was.

“Maybe…?”

“Sweetheart, you have to do it!” She turned to face me, all excited, and took both my hands. “This exactly the kind of opportunity I don’t want you to miss out on.”

“But, I don’t know. It’s not like I’m a lesbian or anything. It’s just that…”

“It’s just that you’re curious. Which is perfectly natural. We’re all a little curious. The problem is too many of us don’t have to guts to follow through on it when the time comes.”

“I get that, but I don’t know if that’s who I am. I mean, I’ve barely done anything with boys and now I’m obsessing over doing stuff with a girl.”

“That’s what growing up is all about, sweetheart. It’s figuring out who you are. This is the time in your life when you have to take chances. It’s the only way you’ll ever truly know what you like, and be able to sort out what you don’t want.”

“This sounds like your broccoli argument.”

“My what?”

“How do you know you don’t like it unless you try it?”

“Oh,” she laughed. “But you tried it, and hated it, and you never had to eat it again. Right?”

“Actually, I don’t know how to tell you this, but I’m kinda into broccoli now.”

“It’s like I don’t even know who you are anymore.” She grabbed my shoulders and shook me affectionately as we both giggled over it all.

“Okay, but here’s the real thing,” I said with a serious sigh. “I think about what it would be like to be with Kaylee, but I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“Of looking like an idiot.” I turned around and lay back, resting my head on my mom’s lap. She gently stroked my hair as I talked. “I’m really not all that good at sex with boys, which means I’m totally clueless when it comes to girls. I don’t want Kaylee to think that I’m an inexperienced loser – which is what I am.”

“Oh, honey, you’re not a loser.”

“You’re only saying that because you have to, Mom. I know that if I did anything with her that I would be all nervous and not know what to do. I’d be the worst and she’d never want to hang out with me again, much less be fuck buddies with someone who didn’t know the first thing about anything.”

“But that might be a good thing. Maybe she’d find your lack of experience endearing, and enjoy being the one to teach you.”

“Gah, I don’t want to be all cute and endearing. I want to be cool and sexy, and go all rock star on her pussy –” I stopped short knowing I’d gotten carried away. My mom spoke before I could apologize, again.

“Going ‘rock star’ on her pussy would certainly be one option,” she said, sounding too practical for what we were discussing. “But is that something you can realistically pull off?”

“No,” I admitted. I had to keep my hand from going down between my legs. Talking out loud about Kaylee and the things I wanted to do with her was making me horny, even though it was with my mom. I also couldn’t help becoming keenly aware that my mom’s pussy was inches away from my left cheek, and her boobs were hovering just above my face. I shouldn’t have been having any of those thoughts, much less letting them get me even more excited. “I just don’t want to embarrass myself, that’s all.”

“I’d trade a little embarrassment for a lifetime of regrets over the road not taken, trust me.”

I knew she had a point, but I couldn’t imagine facing Kaylee the next day after a hook-up disaster. She’d tell my roommate how much I sucked at sex, and next thing you know everyone would know that I was a big, walking fail. I’d have to transfer to another school, in another state…maybe another country.

“I don’t know…” I whined, feeling more frustrated now that I’d heard myself lay out the problem.

“You’ll figure it out,” Mom assured me. “But for now, all this talk about rocking pussies has got me a bit hot and bothered.” She leaned down and gave me a kiss on the forehead, her breasts pressed against the side of my face as she did. “I’m going to head upstairs and spend a little quality time with my battery-powered fuck buddy.” She kissed me again, this time softly on the lips. “I suggest you do the same.”

God, my mom was basically telling me that our conversation had made her horny and that she was going to go masturbate because of it. Not only that, but she was suggesting that I go play with myself, too! This was so bizarre. And the fact that this all made my pussy ache in the most desperate way only made it all the more strange.

My mom eased out from under me. “Maybe after a couple good orgasms, things won’t seem so bleak.”

“Thanks for listening, Mom. And for not freaking out over all this.”

“G’night, honey. Have fun.” With a knowing wink she headed up to her room.

“You, too.”

Wow, I’d basically just told my mom to have fun fucking herself with a giant, rotating, multi-speed dildo. I heard her bedroom door close softly and couldn’t help wondering how she was going to do it. Was she going to lie on the bed next to my father and do it as quietly as she could so she wouldn’t wake him up? Or would she squat on the floor and ride the vibrator up and down? Maybe she’d take it into her bathroom and close the door so she could really go crazy on herself. My hand slipped into my pants as I rubbed myself over my underwear.

The image of my mom lying on her back on the bathroom floor naked was in my head. Her legs were up in the air and she was jamming the buzzing cock into her pussy. And she wasn’t being delicate about it, she was really ramming it in there! Her soft tits were swaying in time with her frantic thrusts. Fuck, she looked so sexy. I had no idea if reality came anywhere close to my imagination, but I did know that while all this was playing out in my head, my fingers had pulled aside the crotch of my panties and were now sliding in and out of my very wet hole.

I should have been disgusted with myself for fingering my pussy to thoughts of my mother masturbating, but instead I was more turned on than ever. I should be thinking about Kaylee. God, she was so sexy. And it wasn’t because she was this gorgeous super-model type or anything (though she definitely was cute), but it was because she had such a great attitude and was fun to be with. What would she think if she knew my mom was telling me that I should hook up with her? Most people would be weirded out by that, but she might actually be cool with it. I slipped two fingers into my hole and pushed them as deep as they would go. So warm and wet.

My mom. How crazy was that talk we’d just had? I’d never have guessed she’d been agonizing over passing up a chance to mess around with another girl back in her college days. I couldn’t imagine my mother having sex with my father, much less going down on a chick. I pumped my fingers in and out of my pussy trying not to make too much noise. The image of my mom giving Kaylee head popped uninvited into my mind. Oh, God, that was gross! But I couldn’t push the thought away.

Kaylee moaned and wiggled her hips as my mother sucked her pussy, turning her head and moaning as she did. Ugh, get out of my brain! Kaylee pinched her own nipples, throwing her head back in ecstasy. My mom was naked and finger fucking herself as she ate my crush’s cunt like a starving animal. I didn’t want to see this! Make it stop! The palm of my hand slapped against my hard clit as I beat off like mad. I was sure the wet smacking sound could be heard upstairs, but I was too far gone to care.

In my mind’s eye my mother looked up from between Kaylee’s thighs. A slather of saliva and pussy juice dripped down her lips and oozed off her chin. She smiled at me. “Get ready, sweetheart,” she said. “You’re next.”

My whole body convulsed suddenly and I was taken over by the most intense explosion of sensations there could be. No! I can’t be coming to that! Anything but that! My mother winked and went back to sucking Kaylee’s pussy as I bounced and bucked on the sofa, feeling my cunt flexing and almost crushing my fingers. When it seemed like my orgasm was going to go on forever, it began to subside. I kept rubbing and coaxed along a fading series of mini-orgasms that elicited a series of pleasant spasms over the next minute or so. Holy fuck, what was that about? I had to get myself under control.

Between my uncharacteristic desire for Kaylee, and my mom deciding to open up about her sex life with me out of the blue, everything was getting mixed up in my fantasies. I didn’t really have sexual feelings about my own mother. That was impossible. It was only that everything was happening all at once and getting confused in my horny, over-stressed brain. Maybe if I had just hooked up with a couple random guys while I was at school, this wouldn’t be happening.

I turned off the downstairs lights and headed up to my bedroom. I paused at my door. I didn’t really want to hear my mom frigging herself, but I listened anyway. I was acting crazy. I went into my room and closed my door. I gave up trying to sleep after only ten minutes and fetched my dildo out of its not-so-secret hiding place. I spread my legs and slipped it in with a slow twist.

Cocks. That’s what I needed to focus on. Big, hard, throbbing cocks. Cocks in my pussy, cocks in my mouth. Guys jerking off. Balls flopping around everywhere, slapping against my ass or my chin. Fat mushroom heads and stiff shafts. Dicks, dicks, dicks. Nothing but thick, hairy, stinky dicks. That’s what normal girls think about when they masturbate, right? That’s probably what Kaylee thinks about. And my mom. Does she think about my dad’s dick as she fucks herself with her vibrator? Or does she fantasize about young studs with massive cocks gangbanging her in every hole? Maybe she thinks about taking on a black guy with a twelve-inch monster hog. But it’s more likely that she’s thinking about that girl, tonight. Josette. Wondering what it would have been like to be with her. Thinking about what her pussy might have tasted like. What it would have felt like to feel her naked tits pressed against hers. To kiss another woman. A soft, warm girl’s body. Naked. Pussy grinding against pussy. Fingers finding their way inside. Wetness. Tongues. Velvety flesh against her lips…fuuuuuck!

I started to cum even as I cursed myself. I couldn’t even be normal for two fucking minutes!

“My mom wants to eat pussy,” I moaned as my climax bloomed into full glory. “She wants to suck cunt…My mom wants to swallow girl cum…Just like me…” This was blurted into my pillow while I rode out another disturbing orgasm. “Make it stop!” I begged, my muffled whimper was swallowed by my pillow.

Starting tomorrow, I told myself, no more fucked up thoughts about other girls, and especially not about my mother. This time I made sure to remove my dildo from my pussy and put it away before pulling up the covers and falling into a fitful sleep.

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The next day I was feeling more awkward than ever. My mom seemed fine, but every time I saw her I dreaded what she might say. She must have sensed I was uncomfortable because she didn’t bring up any of the stuff we’d talked about the night before.

That night, after my dad had done his duty and set it up, mom and I were decorating the Christmas tree. This was more like it – a nice wholesome evening with mom and one of my favorite holiday traditions.

“You’ve been awfully quiet today,” she said after we’d untangled three strings of lights.

I shrugged, trying to think of what to say that wouldn’t take us in a weird area again. “It’s nice to be able to turn off my brain after everything going on at school.”

“Everything going on as in your studies? Or everything as in Kaylee’s hot ass?”

Damn, she wasn’t going to let me get off the hook that easy. “C’mon, Mom, get your mind out of the gutter for one night.” I wasn’t going to let her pull me in. I dug out the box with my favorite ornaments – a set of sparkly glass icicles. “And I never said Kaylee had a hot ass.” Double damn!

She laughed. “I just assumed you’d be attracted to someone with a body as sexy as yours.”

“Mo-om! Cut it out!”

“Oh, please.” She tossed some stray tinsel at me. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know what a beautiful figure you have.” She goosed me as I was trying to get the silver strands out of my hair.

“I do not, and even if I did we don’t need to talk about it.”

“Don’t be a Grinch. Talking is good.” She handed me some bulbs and pointed to where she wanted them hung. “Like our talk last night.”

She was like a steam locomotive stuck on one track. “Did you get candy canes?”

Mom ran to the kitchen and came back with a box of red and white striped peppermint sticks. “I was thinking about what you said,” she went on, unwilling to be distracted.

“Okay, fine,” I sighed with resignation. “About what?”

“About how you were afraid to try anything with that girl because you didn’t have any experience.”

“Yeah, that’s part of it.”

“Well…” she stalled by opening a new package of ornament hooks. “I…I had an idea.”

She was suddenly having a hard time looking at me. I’d never seen her act this uncomfortable. What was going on with her? “An idea for what?”

“You’ll probably think this is crazy, and I suppose it is, but I want you to at least think about it before you say no.” She took a deep breath, but couldn’t get what she wanted to say next out.

“Mom? What is it?”

“I was just thinking that all you need is some experience being with another woman, and that maybe, if you wanted, you could practice with…me.”

I refused to believe I had heard what I thought I had just heard. Before I could scream and run out of the room, my mother rushed ahead with her pitch.

“I know it sounds weird, but, if you think about it, it makes sense. You’d be able to figure things out with someone who loves you and who you can trust. No matter what happens I wouldn’t laugh or judge or ever tell anyone, ever. And it’s not like I know anything either, so you wouldn’t have any reason to be embarrassed for not knowing what to do, and you could take your time, and no one would ever know, and I could help you figure it all out, and—”

“Mom! Stop!” My mind was still reeling. “Take a breath.” I waited while she took my advice. “First of all, weird and crazy doesn’t even begin to describe what you’re suggesting. And also first of all, no, no way, no how. I am not doing that with you, and I can’t even believe that you’d think of something like that.”

She looked crestfallen, which I hated seeing. After a few seconds, she drew herself up and put on a brave face. “Oh, you didn’t think I was really serious, did you?” She laughed unconvincingly and gave me a playful push as she moved around to the other side of the tree. “God, what kind of mother do you think I am?”

“One that wouldn’t joke about something like having sex with her daughter.”

“Shhh!” she hushed me with a glance toward the stairs. “Your father might still be awake.” I could see her hand still shaking from the adrenaline rush of opening up to me with her improbable suggestion.

“Maybe I should go up and see if he wants to help me ‘practice’ some,” I said snidely.

My mom was quiet for a few moments while she hung my “Baby’s First Christmas” ornament.

“I’m sorry,” she said in a soft voice. “I was just trying to help…” her voice caught and she forced a smile. “…help lighten things up. You’re taking this stuff with your friends at school way too seriously. You’re young, you should be having fun, not stressing over every little thing.”

“Can we not talk about this anymore and just decorate the tree?”

“Sure. Hand me some more tinsel, and try not to get it all tangled up in your hair this time.”

We pretended like everything was normal after that, but we both knew that it wasn’t. I did all I could not to think about what my mother had dropped in my lap, but every time I looked at her, that idea of hers was front and center in my mind again. How could my world have changed so much after only one semester away at college?

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Three days later, after my father had gone off to bed, I asked my mom if we could talk. Of course, she said yes. We sat in the living room; me on the loveseat, her on the sofa. I held a throw pillow in my lap. My Psych 101 class had taught me enough to know this meant more than it seemed. Mom was aching to talk first, but she held her tongue and let me get things started.

“I know what you said the other night wasn’t a joke,” I began without preamble.

Mom waved me off with a nervous laugh. “Oh, honey, are you still hung up on that?”

“Yes, Mom, I am. Very much so. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what you suggested.”

“Oh, that was just the spiked egg nog talking. Let’s not worry about it.”

“I’ve been masturbating a lot over the past few days,” I told her straight out. This got her attention. “More than usual. And every time I do, it’s you I’m thinking about.”

Mom actually blushed at hearing this. “I…I didn’t mean for that to happen, honey. I’m sorry for making such a stupid joke…” She trailed off as if hoping I would interject. Which I did.

“Like I said, I know it wasn’t a joke, Mom. You meant what you said.” I looked her straight in the eye.

She wasn’t able to laugh it off any longer. “It was wrong of me to say that…to put you in that position…”

“The fucked up thing is, Mom…I’m thinking of taking you up on your offer.”

“No, sweetheart, you don’t have to…”

“Let me say what I have to say.” I put the throw pillow aside, got up and went to sit next to her on the sofa. “You missed out on your chance back in college because you were scared. I get that you don’t want me to have the same kind of regrets that you do. But you came up with a really fucked up way to help me through it.”

“I know, Emily. I never should have—”

I took her hands in mine and she held back her words.

“I understand that you came up with this idea because you thought it would help me and give you a chance to make up for the one thing you missed out on when you were my age.”

Mom was doing everything she could not to let a tear fall. “And that’s not fair of me to put that kind of burden on you.” She pulled me into a hug. “All I want is for you to be happy and to be whatever it is you want to be.”

“I know, Mom.” I had to fight the tears myself. “And that’s why I want to try it.”

She pulled away and looked at me, searching my face for clarification. “Try what?”

“Practicing with you.”

A sob caught in her throat. She pushed a stray strand of hair back behind my left ear as she processed what I’d said. “You don’t…”

“Yes, I do,” I said, cutting her off. “I realize how crazy it is, but I also see how it makes perfect sense in its own weird way. I love you, Mom, more than anyone in the world. And I do trust you, just like I know you trust me. It’s completely insane, and yet somehow the only safe way forward for me. I want to have sex with you.”

My mom blinked and tried to say something, but the words didn’t come. She squeezed my hands in hers and struggled to respond somehow.

“The truth is, Mom, I can’t stop thinking about your pussy. Ever since I got home, I’ve been picturing what you look like naked. What you look like when you’re masturbating. I keep thinking about you fucking yourself with the dildo you told be you bought, and imagining you between my legs eating my pussy.” Was I actually saying these things out loud to my own mother?

“Really?” She didn’t want to let herself believe it. “It’s been like that for me ever since that day I found your vibrator in your panty drawer. I came so hard knowing that the dildo that was inside me had also been inside you.” She wiped the wetness from her cheek. “I knew it should have felt wrong to think that way, but somehow it didn’t.”

“I know, Mom. It’s been exactly the same for me.” I brought her hands up and kissed them in a gesture of assurance. “I tried not to let you into my fantasies, but I can’t resist it for some reason. I get that it’s the last thing I should ever want, but now it’s the only thing I want. Every time I play with myself, all I can think about is you, and your naked body, and the things we might do together. It makes me cum so hard that I can’t take it anymore.”

“You have no idea what a relief it is to hear that,” she said. I could almost see the weight of the past few days being lifted off her shoulders. Her eyes looked into mine. “So, what do we do now?”

I swallowed hard knowing what I was dying to say but afraid to say it. I did anyway.

“Well, Mom, maybe we could start with you letting me eat your horny cunt…”

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One thought on “Family Practice 1

  1. Mmm so very hot Rachel. Don’t know how I missed it first time thru. Looking forward to pt 2 mmmm.

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