Chapter 2: Building Tension
May laid on her bed, reaching for her favorite dildo under the silk sheets. Her bedroom, bathed in soft pink light that filtered through an open window, stood as an emblem of her true identity. Growing up with swinger parents, May was allowed to be as sexual as she wanted. The dildo she was holding was actually a gift from her mother on her 18th birthday. It was bright pink, with veins running down its length, mimicking the real thing. The toy was the perfect size, just large enough to give her that sensation of fullness, but not so large that it felt uncomfortable.
May closed her eyes and parted her lips. She imagined a man, a stranger, with his thick cock in her mouth. She licked the tip of the dildo, fantasizing about the taste of a man's salty skin. She closed her lips around it, sucking gently, taking it deeper, feeling it hit the back of her throat.
She slid the dildo in and out of her mouth, savoring the sensation of the fake veins hitting her tongue, the tip of it sliding down her throat. With one hand she held the dildo, with the other, she traced her fingers down her body, feeling the warm silk on her skin. She let out a soft moan as she slipped a finger inside of her pussy, the sensations of her fingers and the dildo combining, sending warm ripples through her body.
Suddenly, her bedroom door opened and her mother entered. May's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly recovered. She didn't stop what she was doing, but she did open her eyes.
"Hey, sweetheart," her mother said, a soft smile on her face. "Just checking in on you. You look like you're really focused."
May pulled the dildo out of her mouth and gave her mother a sheepish grin. "I'm just practicing," she said.
Her mother raised an eyebrow and asked, “Want some pointers from me.” May giggled and said, “Sure, mom. I’d love any advice you have to offer.”
Her mother sat on the edge of the bed and began to give May instructions on the art of deep-throating. She reached out and took the dildo from May's hand, illustrating the movements herself.
"You need to relax your throat and let it slide down slowly," she said. "Like this."
She demonstrated, taking the dildo deep into her throat.
May watched in awe as her mother's face turned red and her eyes watered, but she didn't stop. She pulled the dildo out, took a deep breath, and then slid it back in.
“Wow, mom, that's so hot,“ May whispered, her own eyes wide with excitement.
“Thanks, sweetheart. Your dad and his friends love it,“ her mother said, a satisfied smile on her face. “Now, it's your turn.“
May took the dildo back from her mother, feeling a rush of excitement and nervousness wash over her.
She followed her mother's instructions, taking a deep breath and letting the dildo slide down her throat. At first, it was uncomfortable, but she quickly relaxed and let it slide deeper.
Her mother watched with pride as May practiced, giving her tips and encouragement. May was a natural, and she quickly took the dildo deeper and deeper. She could feel her pussy getting wetter as she practiced, the sensations of the dildo in her mouth driving her crazy.
She wanted more, she wanted to feel a real cock in her mouth, she wanted to feel a man cumming down her throat.
As if on cue, her mother reached for her phone and started playing a porn video. It was a man getting a blowjob from a woman, the camera focusing on the man's face as he prorgasmically moaned and gripped the woman's hair.
"Watch this, sweetheart. It's all about the technique," her mother said as she handed her the phone.
"Watch how she takes him all the way to the base, and how she keeps her lips tight. And pay attention to the way she uses her hands. It's all about giving him a full experience."
May watched the video, her eyes wide as the woman on the screen took the man's cock all the way down her throat. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as she watched the scene unfold, the sounds of the man's moans and the woman's gagging only heightening her arousal.
She looked up at her mother, who had a smirk on her face and raised an eyebrow as if to say, "Go on, try it."
May didn't hesitate. She took the dildo back into her mouth, this time copying the woman's movements on the video. She let it slide deeper and deeper, feeling the tip hit the back of her throat and then slide to the base. She made sure to keep her lips tight and use her hands as the woman on the screen did, giving the man a full experience.
"That's it, sweetheart. You're a natural," her mother said, her voice filled with pride.
May could feel herself getting closer and closer, the sensations of the dildo in her mouth and her fingers in her pussy driving her crazy. She was on the verge of cumming, her body shaking with pleasure.
She looked up at her mother, who smiled back at her and reached out to touch her face.
"I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. You're going to be an incredible cum slut," she said.
May felt a rush of excitement wash over her, hearing those words from her mother's lips. She had always known that she loved giving oral sex, but hearing her mother, an experienced and confident sexual being, call her a "cum slut" somehow legitimized her love for the act.
May's mind raced with thoughts and fantasies as she continued to watch the porn video on her mother's phone. She was so turned on, and she could tell from the look in her mother's eyes that she was too.
May reached for her mother's hand, pulling it towards her and guiding it to her breast. Her mother didn't hesitate, squeezing her breast and flicking her nipple with her thumb.
"Fuck, mom, that feels so good," May moaned, arching her back and pressing her breast further into her mother's hand.
Her mother leaned down, her lips finding May's neck. She kissed and sucked, her teeth grazing May's delicate skin. She moved lower, her lips finding May's hard nipple.
“Want me to call your father, he’d love this?” May’s mother whispered, her tongue now tracing the outline of May’s areola. May had never felt anything so intense, so personal. She felt her pussy getting wetter by the second, the slickness of her arousal pooling on the silk sheets beneath her.
“Yes, mom. I’d love that,” May managed to say, her own voice barely above a whisper.