The Mother's First Masturbation
"Hnnngh...♡"
The onahole tightened around me, drawing a strange sound from my throat. Because my mother's aek—her arousal fluid—was so warm, the inside of the toy was heated to a feverish temperature. It felt just like I was sliding into my mother's own pussy. It was a perfect simulation of sex.
—Squish♡ Squish♡ Squish♡ Squish♡
After reaching a satisfying climax three times with the onahole, I began to clean up. I washed the toy thoroughly, wiped my mother’s body clean, and dressed her back in her undergarments. The bed was a bit damp, but... I supposed that couldn't be helped. That was it for tonight.
"Goodnight, Mom."
—Click, thud.
I opened my eyes the moment I heard Emily leave the room. The room was pitch black. Even though Emily had wiped me down meticulously, my body was clearly still burning. Emily had come to me again tonight and committed such wicked acts. I didn't even know when she had bought that vibrator... the pleasure it brought was terrifying.
And then... when Emily had pressed that large, throbbing thing against my pussy...
—Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
My heart had felt like it was going to burst. I could feel her intense will to actually insert that cock into me... I could feel the raw, unadulterated desire of a daughter wanting to ravish her mother. I had been off guard, thinking that since she’d squeezed me dry with the onahole, she wouldn't be able to get hard for a while.
The sensation of that large, hard cock touching my pussy kept playing over in my mind. My legs felt damp, and my lower abdomen throbbed with an itch I couldn't control. Without realizing it, I brought my hand between my thighs and began to stroke my clitoris through my panties.
"Ahnn...♡"
I had only touched it lightly, but a wave of intense pleasure washed over me. Because she had teased me so relentlessly earlier, even the slightest touch of my fingers made my waist twitch and jump. I was startled and immediately pulled my hand away.
Am I... am I trying to masturbate right now?
The thought snapped me back to reality. But the sweetness of that moment kept resurfacing. Emily’s caresses... they had felt so good. My mind had gone blank, and the pleasure had been so intense that every muscle in my body had spasmed. Emily, who had pleasured me with her small mouth, her tongue, and her fingers. And the vibrator, too. It kept coming back to me. Over and over.
I was inadvertently reliving the pleasure Emily had given me. My pussy itched. My body was starting to heat up again.
"Ugh... no, no, no, no, no!"
I shook my head violently, trying to banish the thoughts. But it was true—it had been ecstatic. And... I was terrified because Emily’s skill at pleasuring me seemed to improve with every passing day. She found every one of my weak spots and attacked them with persistence. Even when I sprayed my dirty fluids onto her face, she didn't care; she just kept licking between my legs. She would knead my unnecessarily large breasts and even slide her fingers inside me to scrape against my walls. Emily’s soft caresses... I loved them too much.
She acted as if she didn't care at all that my fluids were smeared all over her face and hands. The way she rubbed her large cock against my pussy... it was enough to make me faint with pleasure. If she was just going to tease me like that... I almost wished she would just shove it inside me—
"No...!"
The voice escaped my lips. What am I... what am I thinking? I needed to sleep. I needed to sleep right now.
—Slap, slap, slap, slap.
I struck both of my cheeks with my palms until they stung. Get a grip, Elena. What are you thinking? You’re becoming strange. This can't go on. My lovely daughter is doing something wrong, and instead of correcting her, what am I thinking...? I drifted off to sleep, deciding that I would have to take drastic measures tomorrow.
"Yaaawn..."
I stretched and woke up feeling refreshed. Perhaps it was because the revenge I’d taken on my mother last night had been a success. When I went to the living room, Mom was preparing breakfast.
"Mom~ Did you sleep well?"
"Yes~ Did you sleep well, my daughter?"
Mom, wearing an apron, greeted me with a bright smile. Wait...? She doesn't seem flustered at all? Last night should have been a shock to her.
"Breakfast is almost ready, you know? Why don't you sit at the table and wait?"
"Thanks, Mom."
She was exactly the same as usual. It was the same during breakfast. I had expected her to be blushing or sweating, but nothing.
I spent the afternoon lounging in my room, thinking. We had lunch together, and her behavior hadn't changed a bit. I decided I had to do something. My cock was already throbbing and erect.
"Mom..."
"Yes, dear? What is it?"
I pointed to my bulging crotch and asked, "I... I'm so big right now... could you help me?"
At that, my mother’s expression turned cold. It was an atmosphere I had never seen before—a look she never showed me.
"Emily."
"Y-yes?"
"The times I helped you, Emily, it was because I was being considerate. It is not something you are entitled to."
Her voice was so firm that I was taken aback.
"From now on, you will take care of it yourself, won't you? I even bought you an onahole."
Her gaze didn't waver. "Okay... I understand."
I turned away and thought, Okay, so that's how you want to play it? If that's how you're going to be, Mom, then I have no choice but to take the appropriate measures.
The drastic measure was simply... keeping a proper distance from Emily. I had helped her with her masturbation until now, but I decided I wouldn't anymore. In a normal mother-daughter relationship, a mother does not assist her daughter in such things. No matter how much I loved Emily, I needed to draw a line.
"The times I helped you, Emily, it was because I was being considerate. It is not something you are entitled to."
When I said it firmly, Emily’s face clouded with sadness. My heart ached. I didn't want to see that look on her face.
"From now on, you will take care of it yourself, won't you? I even bought you an onahole."
Still, as a mother, I had to be clear about this. "Okay... I understand."
Emily turned away, looking completely dejected. My heart felt like it was being torn apart, but I bit my lower lip and endured it. This is for Emily... I can't be weak-hearted.
After that, we spent the rest of the day as usual. Emily’s behavior was normal. She didn't seem hurt by my words. We had dinner, and night fell. It was time to sleep. After saying goodnight to Emily, I went into my room. Emily would surely come to find me tonight. Since I hadn't satisfied her sexual urges, she might be even more pent-up. And just like the past few days, she would probably bring me to the brink of exhaustion before using my body to masturbate.
My mind was a mess, but I lay in bed, pulled the covers up, and closed my eyes. What should I do if she came tonight? Should I stop pretending to be asleep, sit up, and tell her firmly to stop? But if I did that... Emily would surely be hurt. Or should I sleep in layers of clothes? I always slept in my underwear because it was comfortable. But if I slept in layers, it would be hard for her to undress me, and maybe she would give up and go back to her room.
I considered getting up to put on clothes, but I stopped. It was uncomfortable to sleep in layers. Yes, rather than wearing extra clothes, I'll just give her a stern lecture if she comes. I'll tell her that I’ve been pretending to be asleep and turning a blind eye to what she’s been doing at night... and that it’s wrong.
Come to think of it, had I ever scolded Emily before? She was so kind and well-mannered that I didn't think I ever had. She would surely come tonight to satisfy her pent-up desires, but would I be able to scold her properly? What kind of expression would she make if I did? If she started to cry... my heart would break. If I had scolded her often, it might be different, but since I never had, this first experience might leave a trauma.
Emily was an adult, but... she was still only twenty. I kept my eyes closed, waiting for her to open the door. It was about time for the door to click open... but time kept passing.
I occasionally opened my eyes to check the clock. But... one in the morning, two in the morning—Emily didn't come. Even when it hit three in the morning... she didn't come.
I felt strange. I had assumed she would come tonight, and because she didn't, a part of me felt empty. Why? Was it because of what I said today? Or did she satisfy her urges on her own? What was it? My mind was a mess again. But it was late, and sleepiness soon washed over me, and I drifted into dreams.
I woke up. The bed was dry, and my mind was clear. Emily hadn't come to my room last night. What was going on? I felt a strange sense of futility and emptiness. I had been so sure... so sure she would come to find me.
My heart kept fluttering. Why? Why didn't Emily come last night? Then, a thought occurred to me. Has she lost interest in me? I thought about it deeply. No, for a very long time.
I'm a woman over forty... has Emily lost interest? It was strange. Very strange. Why was I thinking this? Isn't it a good thing that Emily has lost sexual interest in me? "Yes... that's it, right?"
I muttered to myself and went to the living room, where Emily greeted me. "Good morning, Mom? You woke up late today."
"Yes... did you sleep well, Emily? Shall I make breakfast?"
Emily shook her head. "No, you weren't waking up, so I just cooked something and ate. I left some for you, do you want it?"
"Oh... is that so? You're such a thoughtful daughter..."
Emily had cooked for herself... she was so kind and thoughtful. I went to the table and saw a cover over a tray. There was a note on it that said, "Mom's." When I lifted the cover, there was an omelet and a sandwich.
"Thank you, Emily. I'll enjoy it."
"Yes, enjoy your meal, Mom."
As I ate the food Emily had prepared, I thought, Are we going back to being... a normal mother and daughter now? That was definitely a good thing... it was what I had wanted... so why did a part of me feel so uncomfortable?
After breakfast, I went back to my room and lay in bed, lost in deep thought. I kept remembering the sweet, terrible pleasure Emily had given me every night. The way she would caress me so softly and gently... the feeling that was so good it made me want to faint. But now... I felt like I wouldn't be able to feel that anymore.
My heart was strangely filled with regret. Why was I regretting it? Wasn't this what I wanted? But my body kept recalling the sweet sensations I had felt every night. When I came to my senses, my crotch was soaked with arousal fluid.
Why... why was this happening? Without realizing it, I began to knead my own breasts, and I reached between my thighs to gently stroke my pussy. Perhaps because Emily had touched me so much every night, I had become quite sensitive. My body was strangely drenched in sweat in no time.
I stripped off all my clothes and lay on the bed.
And then... I began to masturbate my clitoris, which was now drenched in my own fluids.