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Spying on Hallie, Part Two

  • Posted on April 30, 2017 at 12:01 pm

By Naughty Mommy

I saw the smile on my teenage daughter’s face. She’d just caught me spying on her, hiding inside her bedroom closet while watching her masturbate. Hallie didn’t seem to be angry with me, however, or horrified at what had happened. She was actually smiling.

But then I thought I detected something else, a hint of uncertainty behind her smile, and perhaps some fear as well.

I stepped out of the closet, removing my hand from inside my terry shorts. My fingers were wet and sticky.

“Honey, I, I’m sorry,” I stammered, “I, well, I don’t want to upset you. I know this is awkward, to say the least, and, I, I… I don’t know what else to say.”

Hallie blinked, panting as she recovered from a just-completed orgasm. She pushed some hair away from her sweaty face, then said, “It’s, um… it’s okay, I guess.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. But, um, have you, like, done that before?”

“No, no, I haven’t. This is the first time.” I sat down on the open bed beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Are you really sure you’re all right? You’re not angry with me? I could certainly understand if you were.”

Hallie was sitting on her knees, one hand still between her legs, gently rubbing her pussy. She’d made no effort to take it away. She licked her lips, then said, “Did you, I mean, did you like watching me?”

“Yes, of course I did. It, well, I know this might sound weird, but it’s very exciting to watch someone do that.”

“Even, um, your own daughter?”

Especially my own daughter.” The words came out before I could stop them. Luckily Hallie didn’t seem to mind this admission. Quite the opposite, in fact.

“Wow, really?” Her smile was much broader than before, and now I could see no more trace of worry or fear.

“Yes, really. And, uh, I’ll tell you the truth. I’ll make a confession. Although this is the first time I’ve ever watched you, it’s not the first time that I sort of spied on you. Before I was just listening, though, outside your bedroom door, at night.”

“You were?”

“Uh-huh, and, well, I not only listened, but, you know, I played with myself too, because it turned me on so much hearing you.”

“It did?”

“Yes, it did, very much.”

“Wow, Mom, that’s awesome.”

“Are you sure? You really don’t mind?”

“No, I think it’s totally cool. I’m glad it turns you on. It’s, um, I know this might sound weird, but I like thinking about you that way. You know, like being sort of sexual and stuff. Getting excited and playing with yourself. I like thinking about that.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

“Is that… what you were thinking about just now? Before, I mean, when you were rubbing yourself? Were you thinking about me then?”

She nodded, wagging her eyebrows, “Uh-huh.”

I grinned at my lovely naked fifteen-year-old daughter. “What would you think about… well, about doing it together? You know, maybe watching each other while we both masturbate…”

“That would be so great, Mom.” Her hand was moving faster now between her legs. It appeared that she had already begun.

“Okay, good. So, you want to do it now?”

“Uh-huh.” She shifted around slightly on the bed, facing toward me, one hand on her firm young breasts, squeezing them and fondling the nipples, the other hand stroking her pussy.

“Is it all right if I… get naked too?” I asked.

“Sure, of course. I want you to.” Again the eyebrows wagged, seductively it seemed to me.

I stood for a moment, pushing down my shorts and stepping out of them. I wore no panties. My pubic hair is trimmed fairly close, but not shaved except around the edges. I saw Hallie’s gaze go to my crotch, and then, as I lifted the tank top up and off, her eyes fastened on my nipples, which were stiffly erect.

Cupping my breasts in my hands, plumping them up and jiggling them, I said, “Not too bad for an old lady, huh?”

I’ll admit to being rather proud of my boobs. They’re nice and full and round, even as I approach my late thirties. The nipples, when I’m excited (or cold), become long and thick, impossible to hide under almost any bra. Not that I try to hide them. It doesn’t bother me having people see the shape of my nipples beneath my clothing. I enjoy attracting attention that way, especially when I find women or teenage girls ogling me, which happens more often than you might expect.

So, I love my boobs. I play with them a lot when I masturbate, squeezing them, pulling and twisting the nipples, sometimes raising them toward my face to run my tongue over the tips. The rest of my body is not that great, I’m afraid. My legs are shorter and thicker than I would like, my butt is too big, and I’ve definitely got some tummy as well.

Hallie didn’t seem to mind that, though. She smiled and nodded as her gaze swept up and down my naked body. “Really nice, Mom. Very hot.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, I do.” She licked her lips. Both hands were working between her legs now, one on her clit, the other a little lower, at her vagina.

I climbed onto the bed, taking the same position as Hallie, facing her. Our knees were almost touching. She kept staring at my breasts, eyes going back and forth from one to the other. I took them in my hands again, massaging them, then pinching the erect nipples. That sent a jolt of erotic electricity straight to my pussy. I shivered with excitement.

Hallie shuddered too, her young body aquiver, fingers moving even faster. “Uh-huh, uh-huh,” she uttered in a high-pitched moan.

“Hey, slow down, girl. You’re gonna come before I even get started,” I teased.

She giggled. “That’s okay. I can come way more than once — as you know if you’ve been listening to me at night.”

Her forwardness surprised me. It made me wonder if perhaps I’d only imagined sensing some fear or uncertainty beneath her smile earlier. It could be that I was projecting my own doubts and worries onto my daughter. Right now she seemed nothing but eager and ready.

“I love your boobs, Mom. They are so great.”

“Thanks, baby. Yours are cute too.”

I slid one hand down to my crotch. My lips were coated with slippery moisture. I found my clit, tickling it with the tip of a lubricated middle finger. It wouldn’t take long until I’d be ready.

But Hallie already was.

“Mom—Mom—Mom!” she suddenly gasped, eyes squeezing shut, face turning red. Her legs came together, clamping around her hands. I watched her beautiful body repeatedly jerk, jolted by the climactic spasms, heard her grunting and groaning, even smelled the evidence of her powerful, wet orgasm.

This was so unbelievable. I was actually doing what I’d only fantasized about. I was there with my daughter, both naked on her bed, and we were masturbating together. I was watching her come. This was everything I’d ever dreamed.

As I waited for her to finish, I moved my thighs farther apart, leaning back a little. With one hand still on my clit, I used the other to spread my pussy lips open. I wanted Hallie to clearly see what I was going to do next, when she was ready.

That didn’t take too long. After a few more seconds, she opened her eyes, grinning sheepishly. “Well, that’s one. Or, I guess two, if you count the one before when you were hiding in the closet.”

“Uh-huh.” I nodded. “So, you want to watch your mom fuck herself now?”

Her eyes went wide. “Ooh, yeah…”

Holding my lips open, letting my daughter get a good look my juicy vagina, I said, in a husky whisper, “Watch me now, baby. I want you to watch.”

Slowly I pushed the two middle fingers of my right hand deep inside. I was fully lubricated, and they slid in easily. Of course, I fuck myself almost every night, usually with two fingers and sometimes with three. My cunt was used to this. Shoving my fingers in as far as they would go, I reached, finding my g-spot, pressing, rubbing, feeling the tingle of arousal spread throughout my body.

“Watch me, honey. I want you to watch me come.”

“Okay. But, um, can I do it too?” Hallie asked, in an excited, little girl voice.

“Of course you can, baby. Let’s do it together.”

So we both did it. I watched as my daughter inserted one finger into her vagina, though only up to the second knuckle. Then she giggled, “Okay, I’m ready.”

“Good, so am I.”

I spread my legs even wider apart, exposing my sex to her. I had two fingers deep inside my cunt and a thumb rubbing my clit. My other hand was kneading my breasts, playing with my hard nipples. I was definitely ready.

“I like watching you, Mom,” she said.

“Do you?”

“Uh-huh, it turns me on.”

“It turns me on too.”

We sat together on her bed, knees almost touching, and fucked ourselves, mother and daughter watching each other masturbate.

Although I was already on the edge, very close, again it was Hallie who got there first. She certainly was right about being able to climax more than once.

Within perhaps thirty seconds of sliding her finger in and out of her pussy, her beautiful young body suddenly stiffened. She gasped and squealed, her eyes squeezing shut. It was so amazing to see my own daughter come, so incredibly erotic. And of course it put me over the top.

I came extremely hard, groaning loudly, almost growling in my incestuous lust. This deliciously forbidden orgasm lasted a very long time, wave after wave pleasure bursting from my center. It was all I could do not to topple over on the bed, but somehow I managed to remain seated on my knees. Both hands were now clasped between my legs, squeezing and pressing in, massaging my sex, extending the climax.

At last I was finished. Slowly I opened my eyes, shivering with a couple of residual spasms. “Whew! That was… that was great.”

“Yeah, Mom — wow, I mean, it was awesome seeing you that way! I love it!”

Hallie was all smiles. As I watched, she removed the finger from inside her pussy and brought it to her mouth, sucking on it, tasting her juices unselfconsciously. She seemed to have no reservations at all about what we were doing. It made me glad, somehow, to know that I’d raised a child without any hangups, who appeared comfortable with her own sexuality — and with mine too!

I shook my head in disbelief as I thought about all this. If you’d told me a few months earlier that soon I would be sitting on Hallie’s bed with her, both naked, our fingers shoved deep inside our cunts, playing with ourselves, I’d have said you were completely crazy. That could never happen. Mothers and daughters simply didn’t do that sort of thing with each other.

And yet there we were. It was real. We’d actually done it, and I loved it.

“You okay, Mom?” Hallie asked, bringing me out of my reverie.

“Uh, yeah… I was just… thinking about stuff.”

“About what kind of stuff?” she smiled, cocking her head adorably.

“Well, um,” and then I said something that surprised me. I wasn’t planning to ask her this, but it came out anyway. “I was just wondering, when I was in the closet watching you before, and you were masturbating, I’m pretty sure I heard you say, ‘Mom, Mom.’ Is that what you were saying?”

She nodded, grinning. “Uh-huh.”

“So, what were you thinking about then? I mean, why did you say that?”

“Well… you won’t get mad, will you?”

“No, honey, of course I won’t get mad. You can tell me anything, and it’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Okay.”

Hallie took a deep breath. Her eyes were fastened on mine. She swallowed, then said, “See, it’s, um, it’s ‘cause of the kind of porn I like to watch. They have these movies that you can see online, and they’re, like, well, they’re supposed to be mothers and daughters together, you know, having sex. I mean, I don’t think they’re really related, just actresses, but they pretend to be anyway, and I like watching that. It gets me so excited. And, um, that’s what I was thinking about when you heard me say that.”

“So when I heard you say ‘Mom’ while you were playing with yourself, you were thinking about me?”

She nodded, arching her eyebrows.

“About… having sex with me?”

Another nod.

I didn’t say anything else, couldn’t say anything else. I just sat there staring at her. This was way beyond what I’d expected, and I had no idea how to react. I was at a loss.

“Is that, I mean, is that okay?” Hallie asked.

I cleared my throat, managing to say, “Are you asking, is it okay if you think that, or if we do it? Which one?”

She shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “Both, I guess.”

It was hard to accept the words I was hearing. They almost defied comprehension. My teenage daughter was admitting, right out loud, that she wanted to have sex with me, with her own mom!

What should I do? What should I say?

Continue on to Part Three