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Its Not Supposed To Be Like This

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Its Not Supposed To Be Like This by Its not supposed to be like this! said Janice impatiently to the reflectionin her mirror.Janice often had these talks with her mirror, usually as she was gettingdressed in the morning. For several years the talks had been very friendly;they very seldom had a disagreement. Mirrors are like that; very agreeableconversationalists. But now Janice was getting along with her mirror worseand worse every day, and she had no idea when or how the relationship wouldtake a turn for the better.It all started two weeks ago. But thats not entirely correct; it startedfive and a half years ago when she was offered an exciting and challengingposition. The problem was that the position meant moving to Korea for threeor more years, and that was not a simple proposition for Janice.Janice was a single mom; her husband Ray had sadly died when Melissa, theirdaughter, was three. Murder, actually, was a better description of what thatdrunken slob in a pickup had done to him. But that was a long, long time ago,and much of the hurt had been left behind. Life went on. Janice, like any single mom of a typical 11 year old girl had never been underthe slightest belief that taking her daughter to Korea for three years wassimple or even wise. She was prepared to turn down the opportunity andthereby kill any chance for further advancement when the solution to herdilemma appeared out of nowhere. Her sister-in-law (Rays sister) with whomshe got along really, really well was moving to the area (her husband got asimilar move-or-else offer). Janice sold her house to Bill and Theresa at abargain (her company made up the loss), and Melissa didnt move at all.Melissa stayed right where she was. Bill and Theresas daughter, Emily, was13 months older than Melissa; they were like sisters. Janice trusted Theresacompletely and she was very happy that Melissa didnt have to move or changeschools or find new friends or eat some horrible foreign food and everybodywas happy and satisfied with the arrangement.When Ray was killed, Janice was devastated in several different ways. Intime, she learned to adjust and continue with her life, something that hadseemed impossible at first. Many of these adjustments continued over thecourse of several years, and even continued to this day. Perhaps the mostdifficult concerned her own sexuality. Janice and Ray had been lovers forfive years when he was killed, and for Janice, it was as if they had only madelove once. Their passion was deep and smooth and its sudden termination leftJanice in a state of loss for which she knew no solution and no one to helpher.Ray was not Janices first lover, but he was the only really good one. Thiswas the basis for the depth of her loss. When others, meaning quite well,advised her to seek another man to fill the void, Janice realized that no onecould ever completely release the emptiness in her and felt that seeking andfinding someone able to only partially ease her burden might instead magnifyit. This was a risk she dared not take, and Janice instead found her peacewithout another lover.It was quite natural that Janice turned to masturbation. Her masturbatoryexperiences had been pretty typical, but life with Ray caused them to atrophy. Her needs now were unmet, and she rekindled the inner fire that led to heronly sexual satisfaction prior to Ray. She was not embarrassed, or guilty;she knew that she had ordinary sexual urges and if she denied herself a manthen it was obvious and natural that her fingers would be appropriate. Thiswas not a problem.That is, it wasnt a problem as long as Melissa either was a little girl orwas living with her aunt far away.Janice taught Melissa all she needed to know about the biological aspects ofsex progressively, at an early age. The emotional aspects she explained muchlater, and so for a long time she kept her self-pleasure sessions private. Alocked door, in their household, implied privacy for the occupant, and Janicefiercely guarded Melissas privacy in order to teach Melissa to guard hers,and the lesson worked. By the time she moved in with Emily (actually, whenEmily moved in), Melissa knew that sex could be pleasurable to theparticipants, and had a vague notion that one could cause this pleasure whilealone, but had no idea that her mother did this regularly.Janice also developed her chats with the reflection in the mirror at thistime. It started with a concern that her enforced solitude was causing her tobecome lazy, unkempt, bloated, and generally unappealing. In short, althoughshe was not seeking a lover, she wanted to look good enough to do so.The chats began as a critical review while dressing in the morning. She wouldtwist and turn, carefully examining her body in different angles, looking forsome deterioration. Talking to her reflection came naturally enough; thereflection rarely had a harsh word. The view was usually satisfactory, and ifin reward she gave her body a pat, caress or pinch in a strategic locationthis was not inappropriate. Her body enjoyed this attention, and sometimesthese caresses became more and more protracted, which was also enjoyable. Sitting on the sink, with one hand reaching into her panties, gently rubbingcircles around her hard pleasure nub, feeling the wonderful warmth, revelingin the inner peace that followed was, she found, an excellent way to begin theday, and if she was obligated to replace underwear that she had put on onlyten minutes previously, that was a small price to pay.The nice thing about talking to ones reflection is that there are seldomarguments. These conversations helped Janice, and although her friends wouldhave surely thought her quite insane, they never knew and everyone wassatisfied. There was a risk that a complacent reflection would allow Janiceto sink into the sloth that she deplored, but their relationship was such thatthe reflection could critically appraise her and she would take the necessarysteps to assure that her tummy stayed trim, her breasts remained reasonablyperky and her butt and thighs did not cause embarrassment. She was careful tochoose her clothes, accessories, makeup and hairstyle to compliment herfigure, and the reflection was apparently a good enough judge of these thingsthat no one ever failed to be impressed. Some men, seeing an attractivewidow, tried to get into her bed, but she refused them all with enough tactthat there was never a problem.Her fingers, aided by a growing collection of toys, met all of her needs. Generally, this was daily, but there was no set pattern, and some of thesesessions were long and protracted while others were quickies, but nonefailed to satisfy.Once, a candid conversation with Theresa led to a remarkable event. Theresa,ever more open about sex, noted that Janice had been alone for an awfully longtime, and that she surely must feel the lack, regardless of how often shemasturbated. They chatted for a while, and Janice answered with the usualresponse. But this response was intended to rebuff a male advance; it failedto put Theresa off the topic, and she coaxed Janice into the admission thatshe did indeed feel deprived of the intimacy and noted that Bill had alwaysturned her on; when she was with Bill she often felt the inner warmth andmoistness that could only be resolved with a particularly extended session.Janice was not a prude, but she was shocked when Theresa offered to loanBill to her for occasional use. To Theresa, there was a limit to theusefulness of masturbation (its easy for a woman with an active andsatisfactory sex life to say that), and that it was natural for her to loan toher dearest and closest friend the means to apparent satisfaction. But Janiceexplained her wish to avoid another lover, however likely he seemed to beevery bit as good as Ray.The next day, Theresa gave Janice a box wrapped in a plain cover. She merelytold Janice to use it as much as she needed to; that she hoped it would help.It turned out to be a videotape labeled Theresas tape. Intrigued, Janiceflopped on the sofa after a particularly trying day at work, and pushed theplay button.Bill appeared on the screen. He entered the room, took off his shoes andpicked up what appeared to be the mail from a table. It had all theappearance of a hotel room; as if he was on a business trip somewhere and hadreturned to his room after a busy day. What is this tape for? wonderedJanice. It seemed to have no point; she had not yet connected the tape withthe discussion of her stifled lust the day before.But Janice was tired, much as Bill appeared to be, and she leaned back on thesofa and kicked off her shoes, which hurt her feet but were necessary for theimage she needed to project. The conservative jacket followed, and as she satthere in a pink silk blouse and a tan skirt, she saw that Bill was doing muchthe same thing, leaning on the hotel bed with shoes off and tie loosened,reading the mail. Most of the items he glanced at quickly, but the last was amanila envelope that seemed very interesting. He sniffed at the seal, as ifknowing that there was some scent to be savored.Just what IS this tape for she asked herself again. Bill was a handsomeman, and Janice did enjoy dreaming of his private life, but this was not atall the sort of private life that had interested her.But now Bill opened the envelope and removed a handwritten two page note. Heread it slowly, carefully savoring every word. Janice was getting bored andabout to shut it off when she noticed that he seemed to have an erectionhidden in his pants and then he confirmed it by holding his crotch in one had,gently squeezing his growing lump. This was clearly more interesting toJanice; had Theresa given her a homemade porn tape of her husband?Janice felt the familiar heat start to rise. It started at the tops of herthighs and rose through her body. By the time that her nipples were clearlypushing against the delicate material of her bra and blouse Bill had unzippedhis pants and was starting to unbutton his shirt. No doubt remained that thiswas a tape worth watching.Janices emotions had taken hold of her; her eyes were glued to the screen andwithout consciously realizing it she had crossed her legs and was squeezingher thighs together, using the trick she had learned so many years earlier. Bill was clearly enjoying the contents of the letter and Janice mirrored hisenjoyment; she too unbuttoned her blouse and started to caress one breastgently, reaching through the delicate material of her bra, circling one fingerslowly around the nipple and tracing lines on her stomach. This was startingto get good.Bill was obviously deeply into his own self pleasure. He had removed histrousers and lowered his underwear to his ankles. Janice noticed withinterest that he had been wearing blue bikini underwear, much briefer thanordinary briefs, and she thought this was especially sexy; she had never seena man wear anything other than plain white cotton underwear. Bills erect cockwas standing up proudly; his hand gripped it firmly and stroked the shaftslowly while reading and rereading the letter.Rays equipment had always been adequate; sometimes Janice was amazed thatthere was a space inside her big enough to accommodate it. But this wasclearly bigger than that, and the sight prompted Janice to quickly strip offher skirt and pantyhose; she needed better access to those parts that demandedattention. She was now stretched out on the sofa in bra and panties, and herfingers were pressing steadily at the wet spot on the crotch of her panties,pressing insistently against the lump of her clitoris wedged between theslipperiness of her labia and pressing back just as insistently. With theother hand she was pinching one nipple sharply through her bra, and the lastparticle of coherent thought in her brain urged her to wait patiently to seewhat mysteries the tape held for her instead of rushing headlong into thefamiliar ecstasy.Bill was now very lightly rubbing his fingers over the smooth reddish skin atthe head of his penis. He had a definite rhythm now; stroking slowly until hejust began to jerk and then stopping, holding on the the moment and thenbeginning again. He repeated this pattern several times, and then, instead ofletting himself go, he reached into the envelope and pulled out somethingelse.It was a pair of panties. Not something from a store that sold seductionsuits; not hot red lace; not something worn specifically to have taken off assoon as possible; a very ordinary pair of panties. Yellow nylon, a bit wornat the waistband, they had obviously been worn for a long time. A televisionset couldnt show the detail necessary to see that they were stained at thecrotch and couldnt transmit the odor they posessesd. But this was quiteclear; Bill held the panties up to his face and sniffed deeply. He thenalternately tasteed the crotch and breathed the odor and suddenly Janice wasaware of a similar smell that filled her room and originated between her legs.Janice watched as Bill drove himself steadily over the edge. Holding theyellow panties to his face with one hand, the other stroked his cock fasterand faster until his hips began to jerk and with one huge contortion, helifted his body off the bed and a huge gob of semen spurted out and splatteredon his chest and face. The remainder of the tape showed him collapsed on thebed gripping his now soft penis which slowly dribbled more onto his hand.Janice had exploded at about the same time. Pinching her stiff clitoris withone hand and frantically pushing the other into the wet slippery crevice justbeyond, she barely saw from the corner of her consciousness Bills orgasm, andthen her own flashed through her body and left her limp, drained of allstrength.She watched the movie and masturbated three more times that evening.Later Theresa explained that Bill made it for her use while he was away. Shemade a similar one for him on the same occasions, and it was terrific to watchthe tape, knowing that her lover was doing exactly the same thing in anothercity. But now Theresa sensed that her sister-in-law needed it more than sheThe problems for Janice started when the Korean job was over and she movedback.She didnt want the house back, so she bought a condo about five miles away. Melissa and Emily didnt want to separate, so they kept the same arrangement;the only difference was that Janice saw her daughter every few days instead ofevery year. But now Melissa was sixteen and definitely not the same daughterthat she had left behind.Melissa had become, as girls do, a young adult; an entirely differentcreature. Ordinarily, the mother lives through this transformation and guidesit to its conclusion. But this was different, and Janice only saw the result,which taught her something she was not prepared to accept.Two weeks ago, Melissa had decided to move in with Mom for a while. Schoolwas out for the summer, and both she and Janice had thought it would be fun tobe together again after five years living apart. But thats when the troublewith the mirror started.Its not supposed to be like this! said Janice impatiently to the reflectionin her mirror.Teenage girls have a way of oozing sexuality without even trying. Consideringthat they are usually trying, the effect can be overwhelming, and for Janiceit was.For all these years, the reflection had assured Janice that she was in prettygood shape, dressed well, exercised, and generally did all that she could tokeep herself in condition. But in Melissa Janice saw herself at a youngerage. The unexpected reminder of the changes the years had brought was ashocking revelation that Janice was unprepared for.Looking at Melissa, Janice saw a clearer complexion without cosmetics, lesspuffiness around the eyes, hair that was shiny and full-bodied just like thecommercials without the stuff that was advertised, slimmer thighs, breaststhat didnt sag, and more and more. Janice saw that she wasnt what she hadbeen dreaming of for so long, and this was the reasons for the unpleasantdiscussions with her mirror. Melissa was all the things that Janice wanted tobe and suddenly knew that she never would be again.Janice, in her despair, turned inward. A casual fly on the wall might nothave noticed, but when she masturbated, there was a greater sense of urgency,a greater pressure to reach for the ultimate. Ironically, this pressurediminished the serenity that is the wonderful part of masturbation and tookaway the release that once came so easily.This vicious circle might have destroyed her spirit, but one day somethingremarkable happened to change her life. Shed come home early afterconcluding a particularly difficult and important task at work and decided totreat herself to a long session with her favorite toy. This was a vibratorwith a bulb on the end of a long stalk; the batteries were in the part thehand held; the vibrating part was like an egg at the other end and somehowreached her better than the more regular penis replica kind.Laying there on her bed, with clothes put away, the drapes closed, lights dim,incense burning, scented oil handy, she prepared as much as possible. Shereplayed Theresas tape in her mind; sometimes the memory of the movie wasbetter than watching it again. Bill was in her mind, stroking his giganticcock and the emotion started to take her consciousness in its grasp again. Nipples stiffened and rose, the heat gathered somewhere in her belly and moveddown to the delicate flesh hidden between her thighs that began to moisten andcry out for additional stimulation. Switching on the vibrator and setting iton low, she introduced the bulb to the mound at the top of her furry triangle,and held it there, letting the pressure within grow before moving on to thenext level.Shifting attention lower down, moving the vibrating bulb slowly around hercore without actually touching it was good, very good. The oil dribbled onthe insides of her thighs made the skin slippery and the toy glidedeffortlessly around the dark outer lips, teasing the pink within, demanding aquick dive to the center which she denied it. Maintaining the slow circle,dipping down to the bottom of her crotch and back up the other side, resistingthe pressure, Janice realized that this might be the best in a long, longtime, perhaps even one of the best ever.Spreading her legs wider, the hot crevice opened into a cave, exposing theswollen nub guarding the entrance. The cool air on the hot, wet, slipperyflesh sent a shiver up through her body, causing a twitch of nervousexcitement. But still she resisted the temptation to forcefully plunge theinstrument deep within. Circling again and again and again, Janice was coaxingevery last sensation out of her body.Sweat mixed with oil mixed with her own sweet juice was running along herthighs. Sliding the vibrator closer to the welcoming warmth with everycircle, it glided effortlessly along the slick flesh. Dipping one finger intothe fountain to scoop up some of the juice, Janice was so, so close to givingin and jumping off the edge. But still she resisted, and smeared thefragrance on her face, breathing in deeeply and filling her mind with thearoma of desire and lust.Janice was at the entrance of the highest level of pleasure. This was almostperfection; only one thing had been forgotten. In her rush, Janice neglectedto close the door.Melissa came home after a day at the community pool with Emily and some otherfriends. Tired, sweaty and somewhat horny after noticing this really cute guywith a remarkable bulge in his trunks, Melissa was looking forward to a long,warm shower. Melissa had gotten quite turned on while chatting with the cuteguy, and she mentioned to Emily on the way home that she needed to relieveherself in the shower as soon as she got home, and Emily said that she plannedto do the same thing.It was so nice having a friend like Emily, thought Melissa. Being as close assisters and best, best friends was terrific. Naturally, they learnedeverything and shared everything together, and it was easy to talk openlyabout masturbating in the shower if you had learned to masturbate together. Life is good, thought Melissa.Janice was at the stage where she could have a small, delectable orgasmwithout completely surrendering to the demands of her body. She came, relaxedslightly without stopping the motion of the vibrator, and moments later wasstarting again. All this was on the very edge of consciousness; Janice wasentirely oblivious to the world beyond her body and the pleasure toy in herhand.Tremor after tremor passed through her body, but so far she had not directlytouched the guardian of her opening. It stood proudly at the opening, stiffand tall, screaming for attention as Janice passed the vibrator oh so close atthe mound above it and then up along the soft pink inner lips below. Pushingfurther inside, forcing its way through the opening was almost all that shecould stand. Another mini-orgasm shook her, this one stronger, hinting at thegreater one to come. Repeating the process; a circuit around the clitoris, upto the mound and then around to the entrance to her pussy and inside. Janicestarted to jump and bounce around on the bed, her head waving from side toside, legs thrashing, a low moan turning into a scream. This was it; thebeginning of the ultimate orgasm.Melissa was simply amazed. Shed seen Emily come several times, but neverlike this. As good as it had ever been, she had never screamed or jumpedabout on the bed like this. And, most incredible of all, this was HER MOTHER. Not Theresa, the surrogate mother that really taught her about sex and stuff,but her real Mother who had always seemed to be so sexless. There she was,clearly enjoying an orgasm the likes of which Melissa had only dreamed of.Janice abandoned all restraint. Pushing the tip of the vibrator against herclitoris, finally giving it the sensation it craved, it responded. Waves ofsweet vibrations passed around and through her abdomen, down to one thigh andback up the other, into one breast, concentrating on the nipple (which sherewarded with a loving caress), into her head and bouncing around inside herbrain and back to the rest of her body, and didnt stop until Janice wascompletely exhausted and lay prostrate on the bed.When Janices head cleared and she opened her eyes, she was shocked to seeMelissa standing in the doorway, leaning against the wall, one hand hidden inthe skirt wrapped around her bathing suit. Words failed her. The years spentnot being a full time mother had dulled her reactionsbut none of thismattered. Melissa spoke first.Wow, Mom. Thats incredibleIve never seen anything like it. I mean, Iknow how to get myself off, but not anything so hot and wild as that. Melissa was exercising the typical teenage talent for talking quite endlessly,which was good in a way because Janice sill didnt know what to say.Janice felt rather embarrassed and exposed, laying there on the bed, naked,with her legs spread wide open and her juices dripping onto the sheet. Shesat up and pulled up the blanket to her chest, and Melissa took this as a cueto come over and sit on the corner of the bed. Can I see your vibrator,Mom? she said, reaching out and taking it from her mother, still too dazed tooffer a coherent reply. Its really cool. Ive never used one, but Susan inmy math class has one and she says its her best friend. I didnt understand,but after seeing you now I really want to try it out. Will you show me how itworks?Speech entirely eluded Janice; she was in total shock and was several secondsbehind Melissas conversation. Fortunately, Melissa didnt really needinstructions; she took her mothers silence for permission, so she kicked offher sandals and laid down next to her mother at the head of the bed. Is thisthe switch? she asked with a coy smile, knowing by now full well where theswitch was. Melissa had just realized that she, not Janice, was in control ofthe situation. By taking control of the situation, she took Janice out of theloop and made her a mere observer; Janice, not knowing what to do or say,accepted her new status quietly.Melissa, horny even before she came home, was now ready to achieve her firstincredible orgasm. To date, she had had a few good orgasms, and a lot thatwere just ok. But here and now she had at her fingertips the situation andthe tool to rise to the next level.She was wearing a black one-piece suit that was conservative, didnt revealall that much and, on her youthful figure, was exceedingly sexy. But itdidnt stay on very long; Melissa quickly stripped it and the skirt off withone quick motion and returned to her place on the bed, entirely naked. Janicenow realized that she could only ruin things by saying anything, so she movedover and gave her daughter the place of honor on the bed. This was Melissasshow now.Melissa started with her breasts, sexy mounds that rose symmetrically off herchest with proud defiance of gravity, topped with tiny nipples that began tostiffen as soon as a delicate finger found them. She circled them slowly andthen touched her finger so very softly to the tip of the nipple, and shegasped with delight and closed her eyes.Later Melissa would realize that this time was special because she couldentirely relax and enjoy the moment. In the past she had always worried that,while masturbating, someone would interrupt her. But now, no one would walkin on her and destroy her privacy; certainly not Janice after being caughtherself . This moment was hers for as long as she could take it. The senseof complete privacy and security reached her for the very first time. But nowthis was only an unconscious feeling; Melissa had shut out the world and wasimmersed in her own pleasure.She spread her legs and exposed the treasure she hid within. Soft, hidden bya thin halo of hair it waited patiently and now eagerly accepted the toy thatshe offered to it. The vibrator rested gently at the entrance and did itsmagic, creating the sweet motions that spread through Melissas crotch, up toher abdomen around her chest and every part of her body. She gasped andmoaned and bucked and reveled in the surrender to ultimate emotion.Janice, watching patiently and proudly in the corner, realized that this wasdifferent from her own experience. Janice had slowly and patiently stalkedthe orgasm, enjoying the hunt as much as the kill. But Melissa concentratedon her center almost immediately, with hardly any preparation. It didnt slowher down; Janice realized with surprise that Melissa had the stamina to keepat it for an awfully long time, plunging the vibrator in and then working iton the outside and coming again and again and again.Amazingly, it was almost an hour after she started that Melissa finally openedher eyes and saw her mother looking back at her with an incredible sense ofpride and satisfaction. Maybe, said Janice to her mirror, just maybe, it is supposed to be likethis.