Danny chuckled and wryly grinned as his arms moved up and roamed over what was mostly his own mother's body beneath his head. The feeling as he tweaked the juicy, pinkening salmon nipples now distending the revealing low cut white t-shirt on his slimmer torso. This was nothing short of surreal, a sensation that he could never have even imagined in his most perverted of wet dreams. His mother's vagina...his vagina, the one that had squeezed him out almost sixteen years ago, moistened at an alarming rate, sending hot streaks of oozing sexual fluid down his thicc thigh and causing a damp patch to grow all about the crotch of his newly acquired apple bottom jeans.
"This is bonkers," he whispered in dulcet tones through his mother's nude-brown painted lips, causing him to spiral off into another fit of sh*ts and giggles.
He reached down with his mother's daintier fingers and made a scissoring motion with his entire hand, placing his palm squarely against his thigh gap and pushing the edge of his flawless nails against the cusp of the crater now nestling there. With mild trepidation, he squeezed. An almighty moan escaped his mother's lips and Danny's legs turned to jelly instantly. If not for him holding onto the wall beside him he would've fallen flat onto his new tatas.
"Mum," he heard Kourtney, his sister, scream from down the hall, "Danny's whacking himself off!"
"No I'm not, you little b*tch!" he spat, face flustered, as he momentarily opened his door.
"Mum, Danny called me a biiii-iitch!"
He rolled his eyes. Slamming his door, Danny took a breath to compose himself and shook his head. He wasn't in the mood to bicker with her right now. Danny then grabbed the speaker on his bedside table and connected it to his phone. He smirked and switched on his music. The trap drums began to boom and the bass kicked something fierce, as the nonsensical, incoherent mumblings of the rapper FayDead began to blast around his room, sending the floor shaking as if there were some sort of natural disaster happening and drowning out Kourtney's whining from down the hall.
Danny bopped his head to the music, sending his milky jugs slushing, and temporarily got lost in the grungy atmosphere he'd created for himself there. Suddenly, his mother's previous remark crept up to him like an unkillable cockroach. He swivelled round and spied the second-middle drawer of his bedside cabinet. He was all too familiar with this drawer, it having been where he'd stuffed his real dad's porno mags when he'd been just a mischievous little runt and, more recently, the stone-hard socks he'd deposited his loose spunk into when tissues hadn't been close by. He tiptoed forward on his painted toenails and rummaged around inside.
His cum-socks had miraculously disappeared (making him think that perhaps they'd gone with the rest of his clothes to his mother, which made him wonder if she now had her own cum-socks, which made him think of his mother jerking off his own cock, which made him violently tremor and feel sick, which made him swiftly move on from this excessively long sequence of thoughts, which made me sadly end this bit). Instead, sat between a dozen or so pairs of frilly panties, was the grand jewel of his mother's surreptitious personal collection.
It was a strange contraption, to say the least. It was thin enough to fit in a drainage pipe and coloured a faded yellow (from extended use no doubt) with black spots dotted all around. The most alarming part was that at its end was an angry looking pink head, swollen with lots of artificial veins popping all around it, making the entire thing look like a massive shaft. On its top was strangely a dog's head, complete with big buggy eyes and drooping ears, with a massive pink tongue with strange baubly tumours resting along the length of the springy plastic. Danny gingerly touched the head and recoiled, feeling leftover white liquid cling onto his fingers before he vehemently shook it off.
He giggled meekly. Turns out his mother was freakier than he'd thought. Fighting off the urge to heave, he pressed the big red button on its side. He squealed and fumbled with the toy as it began vibrating and eventually clattered to the floor. It'd seemed loud to Danny but he breathed a sigh of relief knowing the noise of the music drowned it out.
He steeled himself before pressing the button again. He watched it vibrating with an inexplicable curiosity. He shuddered, both fearful and somewhat excited. His tongue suddenly felt dry. His snatch moistened again. He was hesitant now, despite his prior inclinations to do such an act. This was his mother's body after all. Nonetheless, a woman's body was a woman's body, complete with its own awesome and pleasurable sensations. Danny supposed that in swapping himself with his mother he'd already crossed a threshold that shouldn't have been crossed. Exploring the womanly sensations now at his disposal was just a mere tally to put next to the original sin.
"When in Rome," he mumbled to himself as he carefully lowered his mother's knickers and brought the vibrator closer to his pussy.
If his moan before had been almighty then this one was omnipotently more so. Shudder upon shudder passed through him as the vibrator melded with his genitals and his mind melted into mush. His eyes rolled back into his head in pure, unadulterated, unfiltered ecstasy.
This went on for a good thirty seconds, impressive for someone who'd only just felt his first female masturbation, but felt like an eternity to Danny. He let go of the wall, with the vibrator still buzzing around in his insides, and stumbled over to his bed, collapsing on the sheets and writhed around in an eseteric euphoric bliss.
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