Washday Blues

Washday Blues Washday Blues

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

My Mum still treats me like a little girl!

Summary

My Mum still treats me like a little girl!

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Submitted: November 01, 2015

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Submitted: November 01, 2015

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Washday Blues

'Claudia! How many times have I told you not to sit on the sink?' My mother was in a mood again. It was laundry day... she always insisted that Tuesdays were laundry days but she couldn't say why, except that Gran used to keep Tuesdays as laundry days too. Fluffball had curled up in a pile of 'darks' and they were now covered with a sheen of fine white filaments and to add insult to injury, he'd deposited a furball neatly in a pair of Mom's knickers. So it was that I came to be cuddling my cat, perched atop the sink in the utility room. 'And don't let that cat back into the kitchen' yelled Mom as she banged the door closed.

Sighing truculently, I dropped down from the sink and cleaned-up the furball, then began sorting the pile of laundry into similar colours. Fluffball slinked around my ankles, rubbing his cheeks round my legs. Rather ungraciously, I hoped he was up to date with his flea collar. I could feel him purring; rumbling like a baby Harley and I scooped him into my arms and hopped up onto the washing machine, cuddling him into my lap. Fluffball had long, long white hair and it tickled my bare legs as he padded a circle between my thighs; I winced at the prick of his claws as he finally settled down and stretched out, paws pressing against the hem of my denim shorts.

I leaned back on my elbows enjoying the comforting hum of the washing machine and the gentle slosh, slosh, slosh as the clothes were churned first one way then the other. Soon I felt myself relaxing and feeling soft and kind of mellow. I tickled fluffball between the ears with my fingertips and swallowed as I felt his head press against that private place between my legs... and I began to remember how it felt the first time I touched myself in the back of the car one night not very long ago. I closed my eyes and savoured the warmth and the gentle thrum beneath me and let my fingertips wander from my cat's ears to slip inside the legs of my shorts where my own downy softness was silky and unrestrained.

I found my wetness and gasped at the surprise; when had my fingers learnt to do that? They slipped so easily back and forth, in and out, knowing just where to touch; knowing just where to linger and just where not to. My other hand found my nipples; hard, pressing through tight thin cotton as my back arched driving my sex downward trapping my fingers beneath. Stroking the swell where my breasts would soon be, I felt the joyful tingle of something deep in my tummy beginning to stir. Eyes closed, muscles tense, I reached out to welcome the inevitable... and then; omg, Omg, OMG!

My eyes snapped wide open; my breath caught in my throat... I was surfing this wave and I couldn't get off as the hum became a buzz, became a roar of vibration piercing through me and working me, driving me like an express train towards the climax I knew was coming... coming... coming. But not yet; Oh God; Oh GOD... could I survive this? Deep, deep inside me, in that place where pleasure lives, I let go, abandoning myself to the stimulation and the waves of orgasm rolling in from every part of my body and finally, as the spin beneath me began to wind down, I swallowed a scream and convulsed over and over and over and... Oh, God!

As the room came back into focus I stared into Mom's eyes. They looked kinda glazed and her face was flushed. 'You OK, Cee?' she asked, her voice sounding unsteady, 'I think you'll need to put those shorts in the wash...' Nothing seemed real and time stretched out; I was frozen in a soft and squdgy limbo - until suddenly everything snapped back into place. Embarrassed and stricken with panic, I leaped down, ran to my bedroom, slammed the door closed and buried my head under the pillow. Only then did I realise I was laughing uncontrollably and feeling deliriously happy, my hand clasped tight between my thighs; and even more so when I heard the purr from under my bed.


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