I really love that Playful hours

“Oh, I wish I was doing that,” she said, the camera now pointing further down at her pussy, showing me a nice close up of her cunt, her lips glistening with juice, her fingers now taunting her hard extended little clit as she captured it, pinching it and showing it to me.

“I wish I was licking you too,” I told her. I’d love to be sucking that hard amazing clit of yours,” I said stroking my cock for her, showing her just how fucking hard I really was.

“I want to watch you cum, see you squirt,” she told me. “Will you do that for me baby? Cum for me? Cum hard? Give me a big messy, juicy squirt?”

Just watching her as she fingered herself, playing with her clit, suddenly slapping it a bit with her hand was enough to get me off. I quickly typed “soon” that was all, and then sat back away from the keyboard just enough so she could watch it, watch me, without squirting all over my monitor or keyboard.

I then watched as she did the same, giving me more of an exceptional view of her magnificent tits, and pussy at the same time. The moment she did that, I felt the tightening in my balls, the churning surge as my come raced up the length of my shaft. I quit stroking it, though only long enough to momentarily fight against the onslaught, forcing it to erupt by itself, making the orgasm even more intense before helping it along.

“Oh fuck!” I cried out, wishing she could hear it, hear me crying out my pleasure, my joy…my excitement. But I did see it.

Staring at my monitor, I watched her as well. Watched her hand as it came up to clasp one of her breasts. Her fingers forcefully pulled on her nipple now, stretching it out, thus lifting her breast as she did. Her other hand a blur on screen, almost too fast for the web-cam to capture as she obviously frigged her own clit violently. It was a pure joy to watch, watching her cum, seconds later a surge of clear juice emerging from her cunt, surprising me a little, yet exciting me beyond measure.

I continued to spurt, though the orgasm itself was now lessening. No longer the ropes of sperm shooting out of the end of my prick, but continuing to ooze, running down the sides of my shaft and onto my hands where I continued to milk my prick, forcing out each and every last drop of my spending.

“God I wish I could clean you off, lick it all up…suck you down,” she typed. “That felt so good…watching you, watching you cum just as I did.”

“That really was amazing, seeing you cum too, actually seeing you. Do you always squirt like that?” I had to ask.

She gave me another LOL. “Not always, but usually when I am exceedingly horny, like I was tonight,” she said.

“Do you enjoy being horny?” I now asked. “I mean…do you enjoy arousing yourself during the day?”

“Sometimes,” she confessed. “I do…why?”

“Because I’d love it if you’d do something for me,” I asked her.

“What?”

“Do you own a vibrator?”

“No, I don’t. My husband, or rather my ex-husband I mean, would have killed me if he ever caught me using one,” she said. “So I never bothered to get one, even now,” she added. I had wondered about that, an inadvertent slip perhaps…but I didn’t pursue it. “I have used other things though,” she said, giving me another LOL. “Why do you ask?”

The thought of that gave me another idea, even more wicked than the one I’d been toying with.

“Ever used a banana? Cucumber? Zucchini?”

“Naughty boy,” she then said. And then said, “Yes. What do you want me to do?”

“Wear it…all day if you can, put one of those up inside yourself, hold it in with a pair of panties…and then tomorrow night, sitting here, show me…use it on yourself and come for me with it.”

“OMG!” She responded back…hesitating for a moment while she thought about it before typing anything more. “OK, I will…but then, you’re going to have to do something special for me too!” She said,

“I will, I promise,” I told her.

We signed off after that, it was late, now nearing one in the morning. At least I could sleep in a little, though I did have plans to go grocery shopping sometime during the day. Beyond that, I only had time to myself. Time to fantasize, time to imagine…and time to wonder what “Naughty Time” was feeling while doing all that.

I was already anxious for tomorrow night.

**

When I finally got up and came upstairs, mom had just gotten home from dropping dad off at the airport. He’d be out of town on business for a few days, or so he said anyway. For several years now their marriage has been one of convenience more than anything I think. I couldn’t even for the life of me imagine them still having sex either, though they still must have from time to time, whenever dad got horny…or wasn’t scheduled to be out of town. And I honestly felt sorry for her, it wasn’t like mom still wasn’t attractive, because she was.

Sure, she wasn’t exactly svelte, had put on a few more pounds than she would have liked, and even had a bit of gray hair now intermingled with her reddish brown. But all in all…I still found her to be an attractive woman, even if she was my own mother, and had told her so.

She blushed at the comment, trying to pass it off, ignoring me. “Sit down…eat, and don’t dawdle too long doing it. I need to get to the grocery store, we’re just about out of everything.”

I had assumed we’d be going later, but now she seemed to be in a bit of a rush, so I hurriedly ate, and then ran back downstairs to dress. She was waiting for me almost impatiently at the door when I came back up, but at least she was smiling at me when I arrived.