Short teaser:
During a daughter’s private exam, her mom’s touch awakens forbidden feelings. Between the exam chair, medical gel, and a nurse’s distracting body, rules break. One finger changes everything.
Don’t get aroused. Don’t get aroused!
I lay on the gynecological chair, naked from the waist down, legs spread, heels braced in the stirrups.
Mom paused for a moment when she saw my pussy.
“Have you had intercourse?” she asked.
Well, I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re asking…
“I just noticed you’re completely shaved…” she remarked, squeezing a bit of gel onto her finger. She gently slid a finger inside me and began probing.
“Hmm, you’re not a virgin anymore,” she smiled with one corner of her mouth.
“I’m not,” I admitted. Technically, I hadn’t had full intercourse, but I couldn’t mention how I’d been fooling around at night with her own vibrator, could I? I was glad it was Mom examining me and not some stranger—if I’d had to spread my legs for a man, I’d have collapsed from humiliation…
The door opened, and a nurse walked in. She brought sandwiches wrapped in paper. Mom ignored her, focused on the ceiling.
The nurse—a girl just a few years older than me—turned her back to change. She pulled down her jeans, and I couldn’t look away from her ass in white woolen panties wedged between her cheeks! My heart pounded like a war drum…
I quickly averted my eyes, but it was too late—I felt myself getting wet. And Mom still had her finger inside!
I gripped the armrests, knuckles white.
The nurse left and closed the door. I tried to think of something unpleasant—like exam deadlines—but it didn’t help. Mom’s probing finger only fanned the flames. I glanced at her: her lips pursed in concentration, a few loose curls falling into her cleavage, her breasts spilling out of her push-up bra.
She sensed me staring. Our eyes met. My cheeks burned—I must’ve turned beet red.
“How was it?” she asked innocently.
“What… what do you mean, Mom?” I choked out.
“The sex!”
“It was… meh. Maybe I’m frigid…” I blurted, unable to think of anything smarter.
Her finger slowly withdrew.
Thank God! It felt so good I was afraid I’d moan… I bit my lip instead.
…then her finger slid back in! Way too easily, I might add.
What was she doing?!
“Do you really think you’re frigid?” she asked, frowning thoughtfully, a vertical crease forming on her forehead.
“I don’t know… it didn’t do anything for me…”
Why am I lying? All I could focus on was her warm finger inside me…
“There’s a simple test for that,” she said, reaching for more gel. Her finger stayed buried, and I fought the urge to grind against it.
She must feel how wet I am!
She squeezed gel directly onto my clit—a tiny whimper escaped me. Her thumb spread it gently.
“You should feel a subtle tremor rising from your lower abdomen…”
I felt a storm that might rip my pussy apart if she didn’t stop! I wanted to close my eyes, ride her fingers (wait, were there two now?), and let her thumb finish me.
Jesus, what am I thinking? That voice of reason was faint…
“I… feel a little something,” I whispered, forcing boredom. No idea where that self-control came from…
Her thumb circled, summoning tidal waves. The fingers inside me lifted slightly, pressing against my vaginal wall.
“Feeling it more intensely?” she smirked.
Self-control vanished—and I was grateful.
I arched toward her hand.
“I think you’re perfectly healthy,” she smiled behind her glasses.
Why won’t she stop? A few more seconds and I’ll—
I grabbed her wrist to pull her away…
Don’t let her stop now!
…but instead, I shoved her hand deeper.
And then—
An orgasm shattered me. My body flew apart atom by atom. I slammed onto her fingers in spasms… (later, I’d find scrapes on my ankles from the stirrups).
I didn’t know if I screamed. Judging by Mom’s panicked glance at the waiting room door, maybe I did.
My knees shook uncontrollably, thighs trembling; I panted like a steam engine…
I should feel ashamed, weird, or wonder if I’m a pervert… Should I question whether I’m a lesbian? (Though, truthfully, I’ve known the answer for a while, haven’t I?)
None of that happened. Just shaky relief.
She placed her palm on my mound and sweetly declared me a perfectly healthy woman.
Not sure if it’s “healthy” to get off on your own mom, but it was the best orgasm of my life.
And I definitely need to repeat it somehow…