Chapter 3: Getting Ready

By the time I’d finished breakfast and washed the dishes my mom was already in the shower so I laid back on my bed and thought about what might happen later in the afternoon. I unbuttoned the shirt I was wearing (one of my dad’s long-sleeved dress shirts) and let it hang down to my sides to expose my boobs. The cool air blowing from the air conditioner in my bedroom window made my nipples harden immediately and as I squeezed them with each hand I felt a tingle run through my chest. Sometimes boobs can just get in the way but at times like this I loved having them! Just a gentle massage was usually enough to get my pussy wet and make me feel good from head to toe!

It never ceased to amaze me how such simple things could cause such reactions in men but who was I to complain! As my left hand continued toying with my nipple my right hand worked its way down between my legs and my hips rose up to meet it. I cupped my warm pussy in my hand and pulled upwards to put pressure on my clit. I was rewarded with a warm feeling deep in my pussy and my clit sent out a wave of pleasure like a stone causing waves to ripple outward when tossed in a pond. My hand rubbed my pussy and my fingers worked their way between my outer pussy lips to wet the tips in my pussy hole. I pulled the wetness up to my swollen clit and rubbed it between my fingers as it hardened and became more sensitive by the second.

As horny as I was it didn’t take long as soon I began to feel that incredible sensation in my pussy that signaled the arrival of my orgasm. God I loved this feeling! It would begin somewhere deep inside my pussy, like something was swelling up inside of me. The my clit would begin to tingle like my elbow felt when I hit my funny bone and then it radiated sharp sensations of pleasure that pulsed through me like beams of light from one of those silly balls that hung from the ceiling at discos.

Sometime the pleasure was more like a rumbling of a heavy train, deep and powerful, while at others it was sharp and almost painful in its intensity. This time was somewhere in between with a steady flow of bliss surging through me punctuated by almost random shots of intense pleasure that made me gasp for air as my lungs felt frozen as if an electric shock was running through me. My pussy gushed as my cum drenched my hand and I could feel it running down my ass down to soak into my sheets.

“Hmmmmmm, thinking about your new playmate?” I heard from the door.

I was panting as I opened my eyes to see my mom standing there naked, drying her hair off with a towel. She must have had the water set to super-hot as her slender body was flushed red all over. I smiled at her as I rubbed my pussy slowly to allow the remnants of my orgasm to linger for as long as possible.

“Damn girl, judging from that ‘O’ you must be REALLY horny!” she laughed.

Given I was having a hard time catching my breath I just smiled at her and winked. She laughed at me and returned to the bathroom to finish drying her hair. My head fell back into my pillow as my legs straightened out and laid limp on my bed. It was nice to just relax and reveled in the afterglow of what was indeed was one a hell of an ‘O’ as my mom liked to put it.

I must’ve nodded off because the next thing I knew my mom was standing next to my bed shaking me. I looked up to see those D-cup breasts dangling over my face and for a brief moment a thought ran through my head about what they would taste like now that they were all clean and powdered. My mom straightened up though before anything good could happen and walked out saying, “Bathroom’s yours - you better get going if we’re going to make our lunch date!”

I grinned a bit at that as I wasn’t so sure I would call it a “date”. After all, I was going to be with a woman almost as old as my mom! Oh well, it didn’t really matter what she called it so long as the end results were the same! I showered and washed my hair quickly and then dried off. After blowing my hair dry I pulled it back into a single ponytail. Looking in the mirror, I decided against any heavy makeup and so I put on a little base and eye shadow with a light touch of lip gloss. My reasoning behind the hair and makeup was that something told me Charlene was looking for an innocent young girl to be with, not some experienced slut, and I didn’t want to disappoint her fantasy!