Mother Knows Best_(0)

I have never been with a girl throughout my 26 years of life. I’ve just never felt the urge to feel the touch of a woman; definitely not a homophobe, I just don’t get any excitement when I think about another pussy against my mound. In fact, I just get all squirmy and uncomfortable because I’m so dry when I think about it. That being said, I just can’t believe I ever did that last night. I mean, I don’t even like talking to my mom so I just can’t believe that we made each other come like that.

My mother had come over to help me pack my things up from the apartment I had been renting for the past few years. I was being evicted for late payments and was unfortunately moving back in with my parents.

“And what are these for young lady?” I heard my mom ask behind me in a voice thick with disgust. I turned around only to see my mom holding up my half-empty box of Magnums.

I said the first thing that came to mind. “Sex. What else would they be used for?” I questioned her sarcastically. Not even giving her a moment to answer, I turned back around and got back to work. My hands were busy filling up the box, my ears not paying attention to what my mother was saying.

“Well I know that they’re for sex you idiot, I’m just surprised you’re getting any. If you’re so easy with that cunt of yours, then why don’t you sound happier? More relaxed? I can tell by the lack of smile on that face of yours that you’ve been faking,” she concluded as she threw the rubbers in the moving box. I said nothing as I continued to work.

“That silence is the perfect answer: ain’t denying your unhappiness and it ain’t acknowledging it either. Maybe this is how you are in bed: deathly silent. I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the problem little girl,” her voice grated while roughly opening and emptying my dresser.

“Don’t break my furniture,” I warned her without looking up. I knew she wouldn’t really damage my property, I just didn’t know that she would be shuffling through my things like a nosey little 4-year-old.

“Well, well, well—Look what we have here!” she shrieked as she held up the skimpiest outfit I owned. I had never actually worn the thing, but couldn’t return the damn thing because I had lost the receipt. “I didn’t know that you wore this size. I always figured that you were bigger. When was the last time you wore it?”

I didn’t need to be dressing sexy for my mother. Nor did I want to put off my packing to move in with this monster, but I was desperate for a break so I ripped the cloth from her hands and shoved off to the bathroom.

The red fabric was easily see through, displaying my bare quim to the world as the black accents turned into strings. They connected above my ass with a small trail of false crystals. I didn’t like the feel of having a piece of string between my cheeks, but I kept the damn thing in place as I put the red push-up bra on. My small breasts were immediately ballooning at the bottom of my throat, my skin lifting up around my belly and making me look skinnier than I already was.

I was running my fingers over my hidden ribs, lost in my reflection when my mom’s voice brought me out of my reverie. “Aren’t you done yet? God, you take so long to get dressed into nothing,” she complained. I rolled my eyes and pulled the door open.

Mom stared at me, calculating how hot or idiotic I looked. “Turn around,” she commanded of me. I turned my back to her and showed her my bare ass. Without thinking, I threw my hip off to the side and crossed my arms; it apparently pleased her.

“Oooh, sexy little girl is coming out now!” Her laughter grated against my bones but I felt a familiar tingle in the depths of my stomach. I could feel the little bit of moisture dampening my slit as I stood in front of my mother.

I turned back around and leaned against the door frame. “What do you want me to do now mother dearest?”

She had planted herself on the bed, her legs crossed as she propped herself by the palms of her hands. I repeated the question after I realized she hadn’t heard me. I saw her shake her head, clearing her thoughts before she ordered me once more. “Take off the bra. Do it sexy. I wanna see how you treat your men.”

My body froze and I found myself stuck at a cross road. I had never heard my mother speak with such begging tones in her voice and I was confused about what she said.