I did not think my daughter could surprise me anymore. How wrong I was.

I had my daughter, Kylie, at a very young age, and being a single mum made life even harder, particularly on my sex life. The upside was that, being so young, I could relate to her easily, and we remained close as she grew. The early teenage years were strained, but now that she was in her last year, I felt we had come out the other side. She was between boyfriends, however, and I was fed up with hearing about Dan, her history teacher.

My cousin was getting married the next week, and I needed to take my dress and Kylie's to the cleaners later that day. I collected mine, then went to the spare room where I had asked her to put her dress, ready for me to collect.

Not there!

I let out a sigh of frustration. We had discussed which dress she wanted to wear and where to leave it that morning before she went out.

I went to her room, opened her door, and entered. I felt like a trespasser, as it was not a place I frequented. I cast the thought aside as I was, after all, ‘doing her a favour’ in laundering her dress.

Everything had a place and was tidy, not how I was at her age. Her bedside table drawer was open, and I walked absent-mindedly over to close it. I did not intend to look in the drawer, but again, you do it, whether habit or reflex.

I stepped back with a gasp. There was a giant phallus nestled in the drawer. I slumped down on the edge of the bed, aghast.

“Why should she not have a dildo?” I said out loud as I slowly digested my surprise find. I had never used one, finding my fingers sufficient for my pleasure. Still, it came as a shock to discover your daughter using one. How did my daughter even get something so big into her petite body?

I reached over and took it out, rolling it in my hands. Although hard, it was pliable to some extent and soft to the touch. Just like a real cock. I giggled. It had been a long time since I had held a cock in my hands never mind being fucked. Looking up, I saw myself in my daughter's vanity mirror, my face flushed. Then guiltily, I saw my daughter's face.

I ran my hands tentatively over the knob, complete with slit, down the sinewy shaft to the balls and suction plate. My panties were getting wetter the longer I played with this instrument of pleasure, or being so big, one of torture?

My initial revulsion turned to curiosity, and then, stirring something long forgotten: lust. The phallus had quite a hold on me. It was even skin-coloured like a real man's appendage.  I wondered who it was modelled on?

Without thinking, I found I had placed it under me and gently rocked on it as I considered borrowing it. The heat and wetness continued to build in my body. I knew I needed more direct stimulus and a much-desired climax. My bed beckoned.

How does she use it, I wondered. Mouth, pussy… anally? Or all three! Probably the mouth, as you would need lube surely for the others. Somehow mollified by this thought, I stood ready to put it back in the drawer, but in doing so saw a bottle of lube in there.

Shit.

My panties were seriously wet now, thoughts racing. Does she use it in bed? The bathroom?  As I pondered this, I was staring at myself in the vanity mirror, and the rear view of me reflected from the mirror wardrobe doors behind me.

There was a smudge just above bed height on the mirrored door. Not like my Kylie, I thought.

Shit, Oh fuck. I looked at the dildo in my hands, the smudge matched the suction plate of the dildo. This was far more information than I needed. I could not rid myself of the picture of my daughter using it there. The phallus dropped from my hands.

The more I thought about it, the more sexually turned on I became. I realised then that I desperately needed cock!  Artificial cock would be far better at that moment than my fingers alone. It had been years since I had had a man deep within me. I shuddered, remembering how good it felt.

Before I could think, I grabbed the lube, picked up the cock-impersonator, applied some lube to the base, and stuck it on the mirror in the same place as my daughter had.

Fuck, what am I doing?  This is ridiculous.  Do I seriously want to imitate what my daughter was doing? How fucked up is that?  Somehow, it felt incestuous; thank goodness my adult side was switched on.

Still, I struggled to reconcile my feelings with what I should do as an adult.

I was having second thoughts now.  Did I want to have something that had been deep within my daughter to be embedded within me, too? To have my bum kiss the glass as hers had done! To feel the same orgasmic pleasure?

I looked at the erect shaft reflected in the mirror. My bum and pussy involuntarily clenched.  I let out a deep moan as pleasure spread up from my wet zone.

FUCK…Yes, I inwardly screamed.

I could feel my sensitive nipples hard against my bra and my pussy throbbing with pent up desire. Was I unable to stop regressing to my youth, where sexual arousal meant body and mind disconnected from reality, and the primal urge all-consuming?   

Experimentally, I gave the rubber cock a flick with my finger, watched it vibrate, up and down. I covered it with lube, then quickly dropped my wet panties and skirt. I was disgusted with myself, but the urge to orgasm was so strong. I was beside myself, my body keyed up and tingling all over. I ripped off my top and bra.

As I bent over the bed, I had a great double view via the vanity mirror reflecting the wardrobe mirrors. I slowly backed onto the giant phallus until it touched my wet labia, I was trembling at the thought of this cock inside of me.  Tentatively, I pushed further feeling the enormous slippery knob push my swollen lips apart.

I felt my needy vagina stretching as the knob crept in. I pushed some more but it refused to go any further, the rim of my vagina tight. In desperation, ignoring the discomfort, I thrust harder, and felt some relief as the mushroom knob popped unexpectedly into me. My vagina rim now clasped the smaller diameter shaft. Fuck, the penis head felt so real to me as it bobbed and wriggled against my vagina walls.

It had been so long since I had had a man thump his manhood into me. As a woman, I had forgotten how good it could feel. What have I denied myself all these years?

Rolling my breasts and pulling on my hardened nipples, I backed eagerly onto the erection, the shaft steadily disappearing into my inner sanctum, until I felt the firm, wet balls hit my bum cheeks with a smack.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

I looked at myself in the mirror, a mask of pleasure, then seeing my daughter, as I rocked back and forward on the fat cock. It felt so good. I was panting now. My honey juices trickled down the inside of my legs.

I was worried that the mirror doors would not take the pounding I was giving my new best friend. They hardly wobbled.  My daughter must have them braced somehow, I thought, as I reached down to my silky wet clit. I sensed that it was already very pert.

Oh, fuck as I touched the sensitive tip, drawing in a tentative breath before gently rubbing.

Watching in the vanity mirror I could see my breasts swinging in circles as I established a rhythm, forcing the giant cock in and out of me.

In.

Out.

Repeat.

My body set on autopilot. My mind was in pre-orgasmic bliss, no room for any other thoughts, my sexual urge insistent, becoming more urgent, all-consuming.

There were splashes of my nectar splattering around my bum and the mirror door. A picture of Kylie’s history teacher, Dan, formed in my mind as I started to rub my honey soaked clit quicker and quicker.

“Come on Dan fuck me,” I screamed.

“Harder you fucker,” I panted, the doors now bending under my onslaught.

“Dan, I want you now, Oh, please cum…fill me up…fill me!” I moaned.

“I want your white hot cum flooding my cunt…Yes…Now…Pleeeese,” I pleaded in desperation.

“Let me see your thick cum, let it spurt all over me…Oh god…let me taste you. No, I want to taste us…NOW,” I bellowed.

I could no longer see myself in the mirror, my eyes rolling up, unseeing, on the cusp of a cataclysmic orgasm.

In that moment Dan’s slippery cock was there pulsating within me, it existed, real. Pushing into me.

His shaft splitting me in two.

Throbbing hotly.

My vagina pulsated all the while tightening around Dan’s slick shaft.

“Fuck me…harder Dan…Harder!” I screamed at the top of my voice.

I bucked and thrust back again, and again, engulfing Dan’s cock, feeling it sliding deep, deep within me.

“Now…Yes…Oh fuck...Yes,” gushed out of my mouth, panting hard.

“Dan, fill me…NOW…Fuuuuck,” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

My vagina clamped Dan’s huge cock, and I froze, convulsing on his hard shaft as wave after orgasmic wave bolted through my sweaty body.

I could feel him spurting his thick, creamy cum into me making me convulse as a second climax roiled through me.

Suddenly, I was aware of a shadow moving in the periphery of my vision.

Kylie screamed.

“Mum, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Do you mean… Dan, my…my…history teacher?” she stammered in bewilderment at the scene before her.

Her eyes shifted to the mirrored wardrobe.

Angrily, Kylie spat out, “Hey, that’s mine!”

“Oh, …fuck, mum, that’s mine!”

“Shit, oh fucking shit,” I exclaimed as I slumped forward, spent, onto the bed still quivering. An audible pop escaping my body as Dan’s magnificent, cum soaked cock, emerged.

OMG. My daughter!