Mandy discovers her mum's secret, hidden in a bedroom drawer. Shower sex and horny at school.
My mum had started a new job that week, her first full-time job in years. It meant she had to leave home early, at seven every morning. Her bustling around in the bathroom, which was right next to my bedroom, woke me up that Monday morning and left me wondering what her new job in the bakery would be like.
I heard the front door click as Mum set off for her first day of putting currants in buns, or whatever it was she would be doing. I didn’t even know if she walked there or caught the bus. Seven o’clock was too early to think any more so I drifted back off to sleep, comforting myself as usual by caressing my swelling breasts with one hand and diddling myself gently with the other.
The second morning she left, after I heard the front door close, curiosity got the better of me. I heard my dad go into the bathroom for his shower, so I crept into my parents’ bedroom. I thought I might be able to peep around the curtains and look out the front window to see her walking down the street.
I watched her walk past the bus stop and continue out of sight. So that answered my question – she was walking to work. The knowledge seemed unimportant now, and my curiosity switched to mum’s dressing table, with her perfume, creams and cosmetics. After a squirt of this and a smear of that I was bored again and eased open the top drawer. A silky nightie – more of a negligee really – that I hadn’t seen her wear. Maybe she kept it for Dad’s eyes only? Hmm, interesting.
The small drawer on the left contained bras. Mostly plain white ones, which were pretty boring, but at the back were a few flimsy, silkier ones... plus one frilly black one with holes at the front. Oh my god! My mum had a peep-hole bra! Who would have thought it? I couldn’t quite picture her modeling it for dad, with her nipples poking out and his eyes, presumably, popping out too. What a surprise!
The small drawer on the right contained panties. Again, mostly big girl’s knickers in sensible colours. But right at the back was a frilly black number, very see-through and skimpy and... oh my god... an open crotch! Jeepers – whatever next?
I heard the hissing of the shower stop and knew my dad would be back in a minute, so I stuffed the tantalizingly sexy underwear back in the drawer and my fingers bumped into something round and hard. I pulled it out and gasped. A vibrator!
Of course I’d seen one before. A girl had smuggled one into school last term and made us all giggle with its phallic shape and buzzing action when she turned it on. But I’d never had one in my hands before. I pressed the switch. It twitched and hummed in my fingers. I switched it off quickly, stuffed it back behind the panties and shut the drawer.
Back in my room I lay under my duvet, eyes wide open and mind racing as I took in the enormity of what I’d discovered. My mum had a secret sex life! What a shocker! I couldn’t imagine her going into a shop and buying erotic underwear, let alone wearing it. And I felt sure she wouldn’t have gone into a sex shop and asked for a vibrator... would she? Maybe Dad had bought it for her, together with the peep-hole bra and crotchless panty set? Yes, that was more likely.
I’d long suspected my dad was a randy old fella. I’d found his stash of porno magazines hidden in a box at the bottom of his wardrobe last year. I was shocked and slightly repulsed at the lurid pictures, but was quite intrigued by the erotic stories. Why did he need these when he had a wife? Did they have a problem with their sex life? Or did he simply need a lot more of it than Mum did? I’d heard of that happening in the problem pages of my mum’s magazines.
I was weighing up all these questions, with my fingers in my panties rubbing softly around my clitty, when there was a tap-tap on my bedroom door which made me jump.
“Mandy. Are you awake?” It was my dad. “I’m going in early this morning, so you’ll have to get yourself off to school on time.”
“Okay, Dad,” I shouted back, “see you tonight.”
Under my breath I mumbled, “and I’ll get myself off. Nearly there already!” That made me smile.
The front door clicked, the car started and reversed down the drive. Good. I had the house to myself. Best hop in the shower to finish off what I’d started, I thought. The last couple of times I’d diddled myself to a climax, I’d ended up with decidedly soggy panties. And this felt like it might be a big one...
It turned out to be a good decision. After a long, slow and sensuous session under the warm spray, with lots of bubbles and fingers delving into all the right places, my orgasm was a whopper. Hot juice spurted from my pussy as I came and my legs continued to shake for an age afterwards. I felt overwhelmed by a warm, tingly glow and could have stayed in the shower all day if not for school. I loved that feeling and I wanted more.
In class my mind kept wandering to my mum’s sexy underwear and that horny little vibrator. How often did she use it? And what did it feel like buzzing against her clit or inside her pussy? It was hard to concentrate on lessons as I imagined myself sitting there at my school desk wearing a peep-hole bra and crotch-less panties, with a humming vibrator stuffed inside my vagina.
All through my lessons my nipples were like door stops and I ached to touch them as I sat at my desk, but I couldn’t do it without someone seeing. So instead I bent down to pull up my sock and brushed my nipple, first one side and then the other, against the desk lid, which sent delicious shock waves through my breasts and made me gasp. I kept squeezing my legs together as I thought about the vibrator. My panties were decidedly damp by the time I got on the school bus to go home.
More to follow...
Author:RandyMandy | Category: Masturbation Female Solo
