Two-way street

It was a day like any other as Jenny sat at her desk fiddling with paperwork on a Friday afternoon. She had been through a long week and couldn’t wait for it to be over as she filled out her final reports for the week. She worked in a firm that handled accounts for government figures and people with status. The clock struck 5 and it was the end of her day so she collected her belongings from her desk and made her way out of the building. On her way home she couldn’t help but notice the familiar feeling of emptiness in her life as she was a middle aged single mom. Now Jenny was quite a looker. She worked out three days a week and had a healthy diet so it was fair to say she was in better shape than most women her age. She was a 42 year old that could pass for a 32 year old, she had light blonde hair that was long enough to reach the small of her back, green eyes, flawlessly smooth skin and a body to die for. It was hard to believe why any man would want to leave a woman that looked like her but 7 years ago her husband who was her first love and high school sweetheart just up and left when he found out his secretary was pregnant with his child. In all honesty Jenny was heartbroken but quite happy to have the two-timing bastard out of her life. So for the past 7 years it had just been Jenny and her daughter Becky who she thought the world of. She loved her daughter to bits and would move heaven and earth just to see her daughter smile. Jenny thought about the way her life had been for the past couple of years, she wasn’t alone but she was very lonely. The last man she had been with was her ex-husband and she couldn’t find it in herself to go on dates or anything so as the years past she just stopped making an effort all together. No doubt all this time on her own had left her with needs with were going unattended but she always just shrugged them off and got on with her life.

She pulled up the drive way to their house and sat in the car for a few minutes trying to gather her thoughts before going inside and putting on the usual brave face for her daughter. She finally gathered her wits and went into the house. She knew Becky was home from school and would probably be upstairs in her room on her computer chatting away to her friends so jenny decided to get dinner started but not before pouring herself a huge glass of wine to help her unwind from the long week. She sat down at the kitchen counter and took a big gulp of wine and leaned back in the chair almost as if she was feeling some kind of feel-good serum coursing through her body. She took another sip and heard movement upstairs. She knew Becky was home so she thought nothing of it and refilled her glass as she began to feel like a weight was being lifted off of her. She heard the movement again but couldn’t make out what it was as the sounds were dull due to fact that it was a huge house. It was their dream home that she got in the divorce settlement and decided not to move out and sell the place as she wanted to maintain stability for her growing child which worked out pretty well. She heard the noises again and figured Becky was rearranging her room again so she stood up and headed upstairs to see if she could be of any help as she loved spending time with her daughter. As she got to Becky’s room door her mouth dropped as she was shocked as could be to see what was happening before her very eyes. There was her lovely daughter who could do no wrong in her eyes, kneeling on her bed facing the wall with her back to door, bouncing up and down on a dildo that seemed like it had been dipped in a bucket of massage oil because of the way it was so wet and shiny. She didn’t know what to do and quickly realised she could do nothing but stand there and stare as her daughter, dressed in nothing but black thigh high stockings and transparent high heels violently impaled herself on a dildo and moaned like there is no tomorrow. She watched as Becky lowered herself and took the dildo entirely inside her. She stopped moving and for some odd reason turned to look towards the door and they were both horrified when their eyes met.

Jenny: i….im so sorry, I didn’t mean to watch.

Jenny blurted out in a genuinely apologetic voice as she quickly walked away and went downstairs trying to gather herself. She was beyond embarrassed as her face was burning red. She couldn’t believe what she had just seen.

Jenny: oh my word how could she do that to herself. Have I let the years slip by without noticing? She is only fifteen though. How does she even know about that kind of stuff?

Jenny asked herself as she held on to the kitchen counter trying not to fall over. What she had just witnessed gave her the same feeling as a kid gets when he realises his dad isn’t a superhero. As she tried to make sense of things she noticed her pussy was feeling quite moist from what she had just seen. She didn’t even give it a second thought as she just pushed it out of her mind and that was that. Jenny had always been a bit of a prude when it came to sex. Missionary position was all she knew as she was never adventurous and she knew deep down that was probably the reason her ex-husband started sleeping with other women.

She grabbed the bottle of wine and began downing glass after glass trying to calm herself as her head was all over the place all the while Becky just sat in her room under the covers of her bed with tears rolling down her cheeks. She didn’t know her mom had been home because she didn’t hear the front door open like usual. That was probably because she was otherwise engaged in other activities. She was mortified. No daughter wanted their mom to see them like that especially ones who think highly of their moms. She didn’t know how she would ever face her mom so she just stayed in her room and as far as she was concerned she would never leave her room ever again.

Jenny had now tried to move on with her evening as usual and had prepared dinner for the two of them but when she called Becky to come down and eat she got no reply and Becky never surfaced the entire evening. She felt bad but didn’t press the matter as she two didn’t know how she would explain standing there and watching for so long so she ate her dinner and decided to go to bed but not before leaving a plate of food by Becky’s door hoping she would come out and eat something.

That night was torture. She tried to get some much needed sleep but all she got was restless tossing and turning until she eventually fell asleep and was bombarded by weird dreams that were fuelled by her wine soaked brain. One dream in particular actually woke her from her sleep as it disturbed her quite deeply. In this dream she was in the kitchen preparing dinner and she was having a conversation with Becky but throughout this entire conversation Becky was sitting on the kitchen counter with her legs opened and thrusting a dildo into her pussy like it was a casual thing. When she woke she noticed that she had actually soaked the sheets as that dream had gotten her so wet she had made a mess of herself. She sat up and didn’t know what to think anymore as she was now having involuntary sex dreams about her precious daughter.

She looked over at the clock on her bedside and saw it was 6 am so she decided there was no reason to stay in bed as she couldn’t sleep so she decided to get up and try and do some house work to ease her mind. As she walked passed Becky’s door she felt a bit of relief as she noticed the plate she had left the night before was now empty, it put her mind to rest knowing that at least her daughter had eaten. She stopped by the door and knocked and got no reply but heard movement in the room so she knew Becky was awake.

Jenny: honey im so sorry about yesterday, I didn’t mean to walk in on you like that. I know you are embarrassed and so am I but we cant avoid each other forever. Come down stairs and lets talk about it.

She got no reply again and all she heard was sniffing as if someone were crying so she left it at that because now she really felt guilty about what had happened. She got downstairs and made herself some coffee and tried to shake the fuzziness from her head which was the after effects of her wine last night. She sat down at the kitchen table when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. When Becky appeared they both just froze and looked at each other not knowing what to say or do.

Jenny: come sit down honey, ill make us some breakfast.

She said with a warm smile as she stood up and started fiddling with pots and pans. Becky slowly sat down at the table as if she was unsure of what was happening.

Becky: im sorry about yesterday mom.

Jenny: Oh honey don’t be sorry, I should be apologising not you. I walked in on you remember. I just didn’t think you were at that stage yet.

Becky: what stage?

Jenny: you know. The sex stage.

Becky: oh my gosh mom, please don’t. this is embarrassing enough as it is.

She said as her face turned bright red. Becky was an extremely attractive girl. At fifteen she already had the attention of any man she comes across. She had long black hair, green eyes, a small size body, small but perky tits, an ass you could just grab and squeeze for hours, and legs that go on for days.