Something a mother should never ask a son

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My mother looked slightly bored with the movie and looked up at me with a playful eye. “Did I ever tell you about the time I caught your sister masturbating?”

“No, mom. Tell me.”

“Well, this was a few years ago back during the time that your sister took that two year break between high school and college. I came home early from work one day, and I found her down in the laundry room. From behind it looked as if she was just leaning on the washer, but as I got closer, I could tell that she had the edge of the washer wedged into her crotch and she was leaning on it with her vagina. She couldn’t hear me approach because of all the noise of the spin cycle. She started to moan as I got closer and that’s when I was sure that she wasn’t just playing around. I stood behind her as her orgasm passed over her. She shuddered and thrust against the machine and then lowered her head as she let go.”

“Wow, mom, what did you say to her?”

“Well, I couldn’t very well blame her for doing something that I had done many times myself. I just backed out quietly.”

“You do that…on the washing machine?”

“That’s why our clothes are so clean.” We both giggled.

“That’s kinda hot mom.”

“Do you like hearing about your sister?”

“Yeah, I guess I do. This is really exciting me.”

“Well, I think I could think of some more stories, if I can just remember.” She looked up at the ceiling. “Who do you want stories on? I got the dirt on everybody.”

“I don’t know. Do you have any more about Lisa?” Lisa is my sister.

“Yes, as a matter of fact I do.”

This couldn’t have been any better. Here I was getting a hand job and hearing stories about my hot sister.

“Well, I can start off with the fact that your sister has the most beautiful vagina.” She looked to see the reaction on my face from this revelation. “Do you want to know how I know this?”

“Yes, definitely.”

“Well, this was a while ago too. In fact, it was just a couple of weeks after the washer incident. I was worried about Lisa and just how she was dealing with sex. I hopped that her sexual experience was not limited to appliances. After getting the courage to talk to her, I asked her point blank if she was still a virgin. She said that she was and that she didn’t plan on having sex any time soon. It was then that I told her that it was OK for her to masturbate. I didn’t tell her that I had caught her at it before; I just left that incident alone. She looked concerned and I asked her what was wrong. She started to explain that she didn’t know how to do it properly. When I asked her what she meant, she told me that she didn’t know how to do it with her hand. She looked so guilty and sad, but it really was nothing bad. So, I asked her how she was doing it and she told me about the spin cycle and her ‘washer routine.’ Wanting to make her feel better, I listed other ways that she could do it and that it was all just fine as long as she liked it. She seemed to feel better, but I knew that I could get her to feel more comfortable with it if I tried something completely taboo. I asked her if she would like a lesson. She nodded slowly and I told her that to start off we would both need to put on skirts just in case someone came home, they wouldn’t see us both naked together. I don’t know what your father would have thought of that.

“We both met in her room and I started by telling her to lift her skirt. When I say that she has a beautiful pussy, I mean it. It was like a peach with just a small tuft of hair above her slit. And it looked so clean that you could eat off it. I don’t consider myself a lesbian, but I’m certainly liked what I saw.

“We continued by naming the parts and then I lifted my skirt and told her to follow what I was doing. We both took our three fingers and rubbed them on our mounds for a couple of minutes to warm up, then I told her to find her clit by moving the folds and pressing on the tender spot in the middle. She told me that that was the problem. She could never find it, and hence she could never finish without help. I told her that I would guide her through it and she started to search. She was so rough on her folds that I wasn’t surprised she couldn’t find it. I put my hand up in a stop motion and knelt down in front of her. I licked my index finger and gently started probing her. I made sure to push a little harder on the spot where I thought it was in order to coax it out. Then, all of a sudden, it came out. She looked down in amazement and thanked me. We kept on talking about different ways to get off, but her pussy was so nice, I had to keep on rubbing her. When I mentioned doing it myself on the washer, she exploded like she never had before. She clamped her thighs around my hand and moaned, ‘mommie, mommie.’ We both kissed and I left her to her new toy.”

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