Lesson Learned - Volume 1 - Part 4

Throwing her school object on the ground and flopping onto her bed, Katy smiled at her new found power. “I can take almost anything from anyone!” Muffling a summary into her pillow. Stretching out and whimsically waving her arms and legs around in delight. Though being physically tired, just being at home and thinking about what she could do reinvigorated Katy’s mind.

Dreaming about all the possibilities, Katy began to nod off in her comfy bed. She didn’t notice her mother announce, “I’m home!” throughout the house. Her mother, Rebecca, began to search through the rooms, peaking her head into Katy’s room to see her daughter still fully dressed and asleep on her bed. “I wish I had time to take naps.” Her mother said while coming in to wake her.

Grabbing her shoulder and nudging Katy a bit, “Katy... Katy... Wake up it’s time for dinner soon.”

Katy began to wake up, a bit groggy. Her eyes focused on her mother’s cleavage that was dangling right in her face. “Geez mom can you please not…” Katy said while pushing her mother’s chest away from her face.

“Hey, these girls got me a promotion last year, so appreciate them a bit more.” Her mother said proudly while thrusting her tits out a bit more and cupping them with her hands. Even through a tight fitting business blouse, you could tell they had great volume to them. “Yea, well if you’d have given me bigger tits maybe I’d appreciate them more.” Katy replied gesturing to her own breasts while following her mother out of the room to the kitchen.

They completed their dinner: take out Katy’s mother brought home with her, and began to clean up. “You know Katy, you should have a night out every once and awhile.” Her mother said out of nowhere.

“Why? Do you need some time to yourself?” Katy responded with sarcastically.

Clearing her throat, “Ahm, well, I’m just worried about you not having a social life, sweetie. It’s good for someone your age to go out and have fun. Experiment and learn what to do and what not to do. Now is that time for that kind of stuff, Katy.”

Rolling her eyes, Katy just nodded, knowing her mother was more interested in getting the house to herself. A single mother who focused so heavily on her work didn’t have time for the dating game, but she was still a woman. Katy had seen quite a few of the toys and costumes her mother kept in the back of her closet. Katy remembered being really confused one Christmas when snooping for her gifts as to what all the ‘vibrating swords’ and outfits were for. Years later Katy realized why her mother was always so refreshed after Katy had sleepovers she didn’t ask for at Amber’s house.

The two of them finished up in the kitchen and Katy started to go upstairs while telling her mother, “I’m a bit tired still, so I’m going to bed.”

“It’s only 8 o’clock, do you feel ok?” Her mother robotically questioned, as she was already plotting how she would get to pleasure herself tonight for a longer period of time if Katy turned in early. “Yea, just tired.” Katy said over her shoulder to her now obviously giddy mother.

“I really wonder how she could be so excited to masturbate,” Katy thought, “night after night.” The day’s events replaying in her mind she began to feel a familiar desire build up inside. “Oh that’s right…” Katy hummed, remembering the onslaught of the fresh female point of view porn she had in her head. The earlier feeling of being ridden into a bed by that man’s huge dick had Katy sliding off her jeans and slithering back onto her bed. “Mhmm...” she moaned, reaching up into her shirt while lightly caressing her bare stomach.

The memories kept coming, like an avalanche of different moments, all with their own passion and intensity. Katy found herself really getting into it, much more so than normal. Turning her head side to side with her eyes closed, she was trying desperately to get just a hint of feeling from her memories having sex. Katy focused on the times when ‘she’ was on top, getting to control the depth of which the behemoth penetrated her. Slowly at first, she reached her right hand into her panties, rubbing herself in long strokes. Pushing harder on her mound, Katy began to gasp a bit for air during each pressuring rub. “I need it... I ... need ...” Katy trailed off trying to concentrate on recreating the motions.

She began to buck in bed, trying to get her hand to push harder into herself. “Mhmm... Ohh!” Katy tried to hold the moans in, but when she slid a couple fingers inside, her mouth wouldn’t stay closed. “Yes, yes!.... Keep… yes!” Both hands were now trying to shove an imaginary cock into herself vigorously. “Keep… going! Just a ... bit ...” Katy replayed the scenes of the girl having orgasms over and over in her mind. Night after night’s worth of memories flashed through mind, pressing her to edge on. Just when she was at her limit Katy switched to thinking about Kevin’s cock unloading one of the massive loads over her, inside her pussy, inside her mouth, on her chest. The thought of finishing off with such warm strings of semen falling onto her pushed Katy over the edge.

“…aAhh!!!” Katy squeaked out, her mouth staying open, mimicking one of the memories she was going through where she swallowed a load of cum. Twitching on the bed, Katy continued to twist and buck through the orgasm to try and extend the moment. “Mmm, Ughhh! Amazinggg...” as another wave hit her as her hands furiously rubbed her clit. “Oh Kevin…!” Katy practically shouted, snapping her out of her moment. Breathing heavy, Katy sat up, a bit worried her mother might have heard her confession to a memory. “So… I… they… the experiences are... ” Katy said between breaths, “really... life like,” as she smiled and ran her hand through her hair. “That was amazing, I wonder what else I could think about...” Katy began to file through the pictures rattling around in her mind. She was a bit disappointed since during her previous escapades, she lacked any restraint and ran through the entire book of nude memories from her classmate. A bit disappointed, Katy still filled with a desire to continue the evening, began to look around from something she could use besides her fingers and imagination.

She got up and went over to her drawer to grab her small vibrator. It was more of a vibrator that attaches around a finger than anything large like Katy wanted inside her at the moment. Dissatisfied with its size, she held it in the palm of her hand, “too small...”

The sound of a door closing down the hall caught Katy’s attention as she looked at her own closed door. “I wonder if mom’s got any new toys I could borrow...?” In her present sex filled attitude, it didn’t matter where it came from, she just needed something to shove into her burning loins.

Sneaking out of her room into the hallway, Katy approached the master bedroom’s doors. She looked between the two sliding doors, between the slight gap down the middle, at her mother slowly undressing. Katy didn’t shy away from watching, but looking at her own mother wasn’t going to add any fuel to her fire. Katy stared intensely as her mother made her way into the shower area at the other end of the bedroom. Katy could just barely see her mother examining herself in the mirror. Her hands on her hips, turning from side to side, her mother seemed quite happy with her body, even though she was pushing 40.

“Just get in the shower already...” Katy growled to herself, getting fidgety out in the hallway. Her hands had already finding themselves back towards the inside of her still soaked panties.

The water began to run, “finally,” whispered Katy as she carefully pushed open one of the doors to creep into the room. She ducked down, practically crawling, making her way towards the closet. The closet’s wall shared a wall with the shower, so there was little chance of being spotted if she could make it there.

Thankfully, her mother had started her nightly ritually a bit early in the shower. Katy could see her mother in the mirror with her eyes closed, slowly rubbing her hands up and down her body, and stopping to flick her thumbs over her hardening nipples as the water cascaded off them. Katy averted her eyes and continued on her mission while her mother continued on hers.

After making it to the closet Katy looked around for a box she knew from years ago marked “Old Shoes”. Not very clever on her mother’s part. She couldn’t find it. With little light in the walk in closet she couldn’t make sense of any of the boxes, and even if she could turn the light on there’s no guarantee the box was still labelled that way. Katy was beginning to get even more desperate, just grabbing boxes and looking in them. “Ugh, where is it?!”

Katy sat in the middle of the closet, defeated in her snatch and grab attempt. “Where did you hide the good stuff, mom?”

Katy suddenly realized her mistake, chalking it up to her current horniness fog for not thinking of it sooner.

Putting her hand on the wall towards the shower, Katy concentrated on entering her mother’s library without being able to see her directly.

Landing in the library’s presence was always a bit disorienting, but an exciting entrance nonetheless. Katy immediately noticed she was no longer craving a giant dildo to stuff into herself. It was still there, but not a controlling hunger like it was back in the closet. Making her way into REBECCA’s library Katy began to try to remember what she’ll be going back into when she returns, the insurmountable desire that will take control again.

Katy entered she stood stunned in awe that this person was her mother’s librarian. The librarian was absolutely breathtaking. She looked like her mother, only 20 years younger, with a thinner waist, and much perkier tits. They practically defied gravity, sticking out from her chest as if they had never been in or ever needed a bra. “Umm... are you my mother’s librarian?” Katy asked rhetorically. “I am. What can I help you with?” The librarian responded.

A brief conversation of formalities later, Katy and the librarian made their way to the section on sex toys. Katy’s plan was to just look in the book quickly to find the box and then leave to get on with her night. The librarian grabbed the book off the shelf and handed it to Katy saying, “Here is the book you’re looking for: Sex Toys.” “Thanks,” Katy said taking it from her and quickly flipping to the back. “Hm... wow... so many dildos... is that even a toy...? What is that thing?” Katy flipped page after page of odd notes and techniques of how to use these hidden treasures. Katy went back on her previous thought and made up her mind to check out the book instead of looking through it here...”Might be more fun..!” Katy reasoned.

“Thank you for your patronage.” The librarian bowed a bit as Katy picked up her checked out book and made her way out of the library.

Back in her mother’s bedroom, Katy found the chest of toys in a drawer under some folded t-shirts. “There must be two dozen vibrators in here…” Katy considered. “Actually, 28 to be exact,” she amused herself by using her mother’s acquired knowledge.

Making her few selections from the chest, she closed the drawer up and placed the shirts back on top nicely. About ready to sneak out with the goods, her mother’s moans caught her in her steps. Katy’s eyes opened wide as the lust began to wash over her once more, the heat building up, accompanied by her mother’s own sounds of pleasure, Katy practically collapsed right there because of her weak knees. “What is she doing?!” Katy peered outside the closet into the mirror and saw her mother with the shower head between her legs. Gasping for breath, her mother gyrated against the cold tile while the shower massaged her pussy with pulsing water pressure. One hand on the shower head, the other kneading her large breasts into herself. Her lower half began to tremble as she could feel herself building up to climax, her abs flexing and face becoming tense in preparation of the upcoming moment.

Katy was beginning to lose control, one hand had already found its way into her panties, stroking her clitoris in long strokes along her labia while the other held onto the toys, of which were looking more and more tempting every passing moan. Katy locked her eyes on her mother’s jiggling nipples and watched as she felt her own breasts through her shirt, closing her eyes to complete what she started…

Katy stood up and realized she was back at the library. “Why am I back here?” Katy wondered. “I didn’t mean to come here...”

She instinctively walked inside, looking for the librarian. She found her behind the counter, looking even bustier than before. “Umm… did you bring me back here?” Katy asked. “Librarians do not bring people in, you came here yourself.” Replied the librarian factually. Katy looked at what this librarian was working on. Turning her head so she could read the notes, Katy read the actions and pleasures her mother was currently acting on in the shower. It looked pretty well documented for something so primal. “Do you know a lot about this kind of thing?” Katy asked the librarian. “We have 10 novels on masturbation techniques, 8 novels on sexual techniques, and 2 on sexual kinks and fetishes.”

Katy figured the number of novels had to do with her experience in each category. Making their way through a similar path from moments before, Katy continued to follow the librarian down the aisle. At the end of the aisle, there was a rope and curtain blocking their path. The librarian gestured to the last aisle, “You’ll find your books right here on the end. Including the book I’m currently writing in, that makes 20 volumes.”

Katy was busy looking at the curtain and simple rope keeping her from moving further into the unknown area. “What’s over here, behind the curtain?” Katy grabbed hold of the curtain trying to move it out of the way.

The librarian grabbed her hand and moved it away from the curtain with the strength of a statue. Katy wasn’t hurt, but the fact that this librarian had Herculean strength to prevent her from going into the forbidden zone gave her a bit of worry. “You may not enter beyond the curtain.” The librarian said without a change of expression.

“Alright, well, can I check out all these books?” Katy said hesitantly.

The librarian paused for a moment as if running a check on the catalog before saying, “You may.”

Back at the counter the librarian slowly and candidly checked out each book. Just as Katy was about to say her thanks and leave the librarian reached for the last book over at her workstation. Closing it up and checking it out like the others Katy wondered what effect that would have on her Mother if the current book was removed. “So… umm. Thank you for the help.” Katy shyly said to her Mother’s librarian, it was a bit awkward, Katy finally realized, to be checking out books that her own mother had written on masturbating and sexually pleasing herself. The awkwardness soon faded once she exited the library with her bag of books in her hands. “This should be interesting,” Katy thought to herself, waiting to leave the library’s plane.

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