Ohhh! Trudy moaned in uncontrollable desire. Her mother was cumming, was experiencing God only knew what erotic delights. Trudy couldn't help herself. Her hands acted independently of her brain. As she watched, she reached down quickly and drew up her skirt, pulled down her panties, and plunged two fingers into her craving, drooling, fervent cunt. "Don't!" her brain screamed. "Don't, you whore, you slut, you bitch! Get your hands away from your privates. Are you insane? Nice girls don't do such horrible things!"
Still, as if another person, Trudy plunged and withdrew, plunged and withdrew her now slobbering fingers and felt the only relief she had been able to get these last three weeks grow and rise an build.
The sight of Chuck's cock disappearing and appearing, in and. out of her mother's dripping, grip ping cunt almost hypnotized Trudy. It was bigger than Hank's, much bigger, and larger around too What would it feel like inside of her? What would any cock feel like moving inside of her? What was the feeling like? It had to be almost out of this world. Her mother's face and body were tensed as I in agony, but Trudy knew she wasn't. So what dig it feel like? Was it better than this?
Trudy felt the first scintillating waves of majestic goodness spark from her tight, barely used fuck chalice. As always, along with the feeling came the weakness in her legs. Trudy turned away from the bedroom and slowly sank down the wall to a splay legged sitting position as she rubbed and finger fucked her aroused, ardent, oozing burrow.
"Shameful bitch!" wailed her brain, but Trudy didn't care. She had never brought herself to climax by masturbating before she married. She had listened to the voice in her head and didn't do such filthy things. But now that she had been broken an experienced just a dabble of erogenous joy, along with pounds and tons of hurtful, love-knot frustration, now she masturbated for relief… ever though it left her worse off than before. Since the first time she tried masturbation (after Hank's third attempt, the second day of their honeymoon) and achieved a soaring height of joy she had never before known, she had not been able to control herself whenever she thought about fucking and she touched herself.
She lay against the wall, eyes closed, and rubbed her gratifying radiating vulva. Oh, that felt good Gooood! She wiggled her fingers in her torrid pussy, opening them, scratching while pumping slowly in and out. Ohhh myyy! She gently rubbed up her still tight cunt lips and tingle-teased her erect, vibrant,clitoris.
"Oooohhhhhhhh!" escaped her lips as a bolt of pure salacious splendour quivered her body and heated her soul. She was close to climax and completely out of this world. She lay and massaged great, luxurious, exquisite, electric sparks from her clitty and floated on an enchanting erogenous cloud.
"Well, my goodness!"
Her mother's words floated into her lascivious, caressing trance and popped Trudy's eyes wide open. Her mother was standing naked before her, a knowing amused smile on her damp lips.
"Been peeking, have you? And got yourself carried away. Right, love?"
Trudy was in shock. She was so embarrassed she wanted to die. She jerked her hand from her still drooling pussy and closed her legs. "I… I…" She didn't know what to say.
Her mother's smile turned to tenderness. She seemed to understand. "Hush, dear. I'm sorry I spoke. It was cruel of me. You didn't interfere with me… and I'm sure you saw Chuck and me, didn't you?"
Trudy nodded.
"Yes." Her mother nodded. "Well, what can I say? He's not your father. I've been screwing other men." She quickly smiled. "Boys in Chuck's case and I have been for years. Your father knows it and understands. So. Now you know. Do you hate me?'
Trudy knew by the tone of her voice that this simple question meant the world to her. "Oh no!! " Trudy called out and got up awkwardly, her leg. tangled in her panties. Trudy pulled them up straightened her skirt, then put her arms around he mother. "Of course not, Mother. I understand!"
"You understand?" There was puzzlement it Grace's voice. "Did you know?"
"No." Trudy released Grace and felt worlds better about what she wanted to talk about. She had caught her mother screwing another man than he father, and her mother had caught her master. bating. The air was clear now; she could talk woman to woman. "It's just that I have a persona problem that I wanted to talk over with you and didn't know how to begin. Now I do."
"Personal? Is there something wrong between you and Hank?"
Trudy nodded.
"He's chasing other women or something?"
"No! No! He just… I mean… oh hell! He doesn't stay in me long enough for me to orgasm. I'm going crazy, Mother!"
Grace nodded.as if she knew. "Come sit on the bed and tell me about it while I dress."
Trudy checked the room. "Where's Chuck? He didn't see me, did he?"
"No. He's showering in there." Her mother nodded toward the bathroom. "Go ahead, I'm listening."
Trudy poured out the whole story, finishing with "And I'm irritable, touchy. I jump at everything Hank says and snap at him and cry. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know what to do! You have to help me, Mother. If I keep on like this, he'll leave me, and it's not my fault. I just can't control myself."
Her mother looked saddened. "I know. like mother like daughter!"
Trudy was confused. "What does that mean?"
"That's exactly the reason why I sleep with other men besides your father. Oh. He's not like Hank; he doesn't have a problem with pre-entry ejaculation. It's just that I'm a nymphomaniac, and I'm afraid, so are you!"
"I'm a what?"
"Now, now. Take it easy!" Grace patted the air. "A nymphomaniac is just a woman who cannot get enough loving from a man. Lord! There are times I can screw until my pussy aches. But, it isn't all bad. You can learn to live with it. You make adjustments and everything is fine."
"But I can't be a nymph… whatever the word is! I've never even had an orgasm with a man! And, I don't want any other man. I want Hank. That's why I married him; I love him. All I want is Hank to last long enough for me to climax… or whatever is supposed to happen."
"Sure honey, sure." Her mother sat on the bed and took her hand. "I know you think that's the problem, but it isn't, believe me. I've been through it. Hank's pre-entry ejaculation is nothing. He can be taught to control it. I'll tell you how it's done. But first things first! Your agitation is because you haven't been able to climax. This is what we have to solve, and fast. You see, if Hank keeps trying and failing, this aggravation will continue to build just like steam in a boiler until you finally blow your top. When that happens, you could hurt yourself or someone else. Maybe Hank. You read about it all the time in the papers."
"Hurt Hank! No!" Trudy shook her head. "Never, I wouldn't!"
"Not intentionally, honey, but believe me, you will. You go nuts after a while. You read it all the time where a woman will cut or shoot her husband or lover to death. Most of the time it's over sex. Now, you can prevent this. There is a natural safety valve."
Trudy was beginning to suspect what her mother was driving at. "You don't mean sex with someone else?"
Grace nodded. "Until Hank is trained."
Trudy shook her head violently. "No! No. I couldn't! It's impossible. I've never allowed any other boy to touch me. I just couldn't!"
"Yes, you can!" Grace's expression was deadly serious. "You must. Now, I'm your mother. I know what I'm talking about. It happened between your father and me when we were first married. We've never told you brother and you, but I stuck a knife in your father and he damn near died in the hospital before they sewed up the artery. And," Grace emphasized, "your father was screwing me every morning and night at the time. But it just wasn't enough. So don't tell me you can't. If you love Hank, you must. Besides what's wrong with sleeping with another man as long as he can do the job, and it will save your marriage?"