Chapter 4: A Mother-Daughter Chat

I was wondering how that was going to work out when I felt someone sit down on the edge of my bed. Opening my eyes, I saw my mom there in the dimming light.

“Hey mom!” I said softly with a smile.

“Well, THAT was pretty quick tonight. So I guess he must have been hornier than usual,” she observed, “And what was all this about Friday night?”

“Oh mom, nothing,” I sighed, “just something Beth is cooking up.”

Evidently she had at least been listening in at the end of my time with John. It’s not like the walls between our bedrooms were all that thick, more like paper it seemed at times. It went both ways too. I’d never seen my parents have sex but that’s not to say I haven’t HEARD them, especially considering what a moaner my mom is when she cums.

“Well, if she’s behind it then I can only imagine what it could be,” Mom chuckled.

I scooted over so she could sit better on the bed. Then I explained to her what Beth wanted to do, ending with John’s agreement after he’d just fucked me.

“You know, I think you really like this guy, don’t you?” she asked with a gentle smile.

Despite myself I felt my face redden. Honestly, I didn’t think I was in love with John but still, Id been feeling some pretty strong emotions lately when we were having sex. Was it love ... or just growing lust? So far as I was concerned, lust was the winner so far.

“Well, he certainly seems to be taking care of you ‘needs’ from what I can tell. So how many times did he cum tonight?” she inquired.

It may seem odd to some people that she would ask me such a thing, but people have to remember that my mom has always asked me about my dates from the first one with Steve. For some reason it seemed important to her that she knew where each boy came (my pussy, mouth, etc.) and how many times. Rather than tease her as I sometimes do, I just grinned and held up two fingers. My mom shook her head, almost more it seemed from wishing it had been her than worrying about me. Well, I guess even older women can still dream about a teenage boy sometimes!

“Did he stay in you afterwards?” She asked, her curiosity no longer held back.

I nodded and she smiled knowingly. “Hmmmm, he seems to care about you a lot, doesn’t he,” she said as more a statement than a question. “I remember your father doing that with me once we started to get to know each other better...”

Her voice trailed off and her eyes had that distant look as if she was recalling her teen years with my dad. I leaned back and spread my legs, letting her see John’s cum as it was still draining from my pussy. “Yeah, he certainly DOES like you,” she commented as her attention went back to me. Seeing me with my legs parted for her she just rolled her eyes with that “what am I going to do with you” look that mothers are so good at giving their kids.

“Well, he’s a very lucky boy to have you as his girlfriend is all I can say,” she said, finishing up our conversation. “Still horny?” she asked, turning back as she started for the door.

Rather than answer I pushed my finger into my pussy and lifted my hips yup against it as if I was being fucked. “Guess I should have known better than to ask,” she sighed, leaving the room shaking her head.

Indeed, even though John had just fucked me so well it hadn’t been enough for me so I started masturbating, dreaming of John fucking me yet again on my bed, but this time with my mom watching, getting herself off at the site of her daughter being fucked by this teenage boy. Too bad my mom took her marriage vows so strictly. I bet John would have been happy to fuck my mom alongside of me! Oh well, if there was one thing I was 100% sure of, it was THAT would never happen. Still, it made a great fantasy to masturbate with as I laid back and played with my pussy.