Chapter 2

She goes upstairs. She has felt an intense need to be filled in her vagina almost all day, and she has an idea on how to best do that. She has gathered, from chats with girlfriends, that most sexually active women have a vibrator stashed somewhere, and she intends to find her Mother’s.

She starts with the bedside cabinets, nothing, then their bathroom. She checks everywhere including in a box of tampons, no luck. Then she tries in her mother’s closet. She picks up shoeboxes and rattles them, one by one, until she finds one that doesn’t feel right.

She opens it and, under some scrunched up shoe padding she finds it, bingo! It is soft pink plastic and the end is shaped like a penis. About half way up is a bit that sticks out that she thinks must be for the clit. Perfect.

She goes to put the box back, but it still doesn’t feel empty. She searches it again and finds another, smaller, device. Again it has a soft silicone shaft but it has a curved handle that would fit in your palm. See looks at it for a few seconds, then twigs: it is an anal vibrator - Mom, you Old Dog!

She thinks about all this a bit more; the fact that these are hidden probably means that Dad doesn’t know about them, interesting. The fact that Mom likes anal, equally probably, means that her and Dad ... An image pops into her head of her Mom, naked, on her hands and knees, with Dad driving his cock into her ass from behind. She shivers from a strange mixture of revulsion and arousal, and puts the anal vibrator back; that’s not what she needs right now.

Hannah’s Mom is 38, a darker blond than Hannah, and in very good shape for her age, with just a little bit too much tummy and a fashionably big ass. About two months ago she went to stay with her sister for a week. When she came back she started wearing baggy, unflattering tops, which was very unlike her. When she switched back to her more normal, somewhat revealing clothes, it was obvious to Hannah that she has had implants. Hannah guessed she had gone from a C to a D, at least, and they were firm as hell. Hannah and her Mom had never talked about this, but, secretly, Hannah would love to see them in the flesh.

She walks over to the window of her parent’s bedroom, which overlooks the back garden. As she does so she sniffs the vibrator. She has no idea why she did that, fortunately it smells of nothing, but she is not sure what she was expecting ... or hoping for...? God, she thinks, I’m turning into a right perv!

At the window she watches Ryan mowing the lawn, his penis erect again. At first she feels a bit disappointed; he is hard without her being there for him to look at. Then realises he is, almost certainly, thinking about her, and she is happy again.

She pulls her bikini bottoms to one side and rubs the head of the vibrator gently up and down her outer lips; now she has the end in sight she can afford to take her time. She is really very wet and it feels just gorgeous.

She stands there for maybe five minutes teasing herself when she realises that Ryan has not touched his cock once. He must think he is alone, but he is restraining himself, just because she asked him not to touch it. She feels a huge rush of affection for him, which goes straight to her groin; she pushes the vibrator into herself with one single, slow stroke, as she does so she lets out a huge sigh of relief.

The pokey out bit touches her clit over it’s hood. She transfers some pussy juice from lower down onto the end of it and starts to tease her clit out of its hidey hole. That feels so good, she thinks, you chose well Mom. God, she must stop thinking about her Mom!

She watches Ryan, driving the vibrator in and out of her vagina, stopping at the deepest point each time to torment her clit. Her legs are trembling so much that she knows they will give out when she cums, but she doesn’t care. The release, when it comes is nothing short of explosive. Her muscles clamp down on the vibrator over and over, and she holds it tight against herself when the sensitivity is too much for her.

She was right, she collapses in a heap on the carpet and lies there basking in the aftershocks for, she doesn’t know how long. She didn’t even turn the thing on! Jesus, what will that be like!

She comes out of it when she hears Ryan’s footsteps comming up the stairs. She jumps up, covers her pussy, and throws the vibrator under her parent’s bed.

“I’ve finished the lawn.” he says brightly. He is grinning and looking at her tits; his hard-on as keen as ever. She sees that his face is flushed and he has freckles, when did he get freckles, she thinks. She finds freckles very cute.

“What do you want me to do now?”

She thinks back to her list. “Weed the flower beds please. If you’re not sure if it’s a weed or not, then leave it.”

He trots off happily and, amazingly, his ass cheeks walking away from her still give her a little thrill.

She takes a shower and, when she gets out, she sees that she missed a call from Georgie, her on and off boyfriend for the last eight months. She only then realises that she hasn’t thought about him once since the incident in the shower.

They have a lot of fun together, and as much sex as they can manage with neither having their own place. What he lacks in technique he makes up for in staying power and stamina, well almost, she thinks.

He regularly gets her off in the end, but she is often left wanting more. She did try to suggest a way he could make it better for her, but he got all hurt and angry, so she didn’t try again.

She thinks that she should probably ring him back, but not now.

She dresses in a red and white striped T-shirt and a short, white skirt then goes to her fathers office.

One of the other jobs on her parents list is to help Ryan with any schoolwork he is having troubles with. She was going to ask him what he needed, but she has made an executive decision: she believes that he needs help with Biology, specifically human anatomy.

Her parents have a net nanny system on the internet connection and what she wants to look up may be pinged.

She goes to her Father’s computer, checks the password on the post-it stuck to the bottom of the drawer; it’s still the same. She logs in and Googles the correct terms for the male genital area.

While she is there she checks to see what her Dad has been looking at. He never seems to clear his browser history, idiot.

Last time she looked, it was mostly lesbian and spanking, now it’s all ‘Father and Daughter’. She looks at snippets of several of the videos, and all of the daughters are blond. Fucking hell, she thinks, is he jacking off fantasizing about fucking me? She has caught him looking at her, when he thinks he can get away with it, but then she catches just about all men doing the same.

She’s about to shut down when she has an idea. She logs into her own Amazon account and looks up vibrators like her Mom’s. She finds the same model on next day delivery and orders it. She really did like it a lot.

Right, she thinks, back to work. She goes down to the patio and lies on the sun-lounger. Ryan is still weeding and, horror of horrors, he hasn’t got an erection.

“Have you topped up your suntan lotion recently?” she asks him. He looks up, sees her, and his little penis bobs endearingly. He comes over and they go through the same routine as before at the end of which he is shiny and proud. Job well done, she thinks.

She lies on the lounger watching him, while flashing her panties at him every now and again. Her pussy is buzzing along nicely now and she is really enjoying the views of his ass as he bends over pulling weeds.