Weekend Boredom - Sex Stories

Weekend Boredom

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I’m on cloud nine, and then I’m dropped from a great height when she straightens up, gives me a broad grin and waves goodbye as she closes the door behind her. Her wink is no substitute for what I need right now. It’s only Saturday and I have two days of this before we get back to normal.

I look out of the window again, but my gaze is fixed on the drawer that contains the vibrator that Mum bought me. That's it, mind made up, it’s going up me on full volume for my third cum of the morning. Then it’ll spend some time buzzing away on my tits and if I get wanton, my ass will be next in line.

That moment when Mum left the room caused me to hate my Dad, and hate when he comes home for the weekend. All I can think of is when he leaves again, which is very early on Monday morning. I sigh. Monday morning can't come soon enough.

The rest of Saturday drags on and on. I excuse myself twice from my parent’s company to finger myself in my bedroom. At one point I insert the Lush remote control vibrator into my cunt and pop downstairs. It's the one Mum bought for me so that she could control me while I was in school. I remember the first time she used it, the cum was so intense that I almost buckled in English Literature class.

Over dinner, I slip into the conversation that I think the food is absolutely lush. Dad is oblivious but I saw the wicked but fleeting smile appear on Mum’s face. After dinner we sat and watched TV. We were lucky it was an action film because mum ...

... was playing with the App on her phone for most of the film and my cunt was aching for her to turn it up and put me out of my misery, but I knew she couldn't. Then I excused myself and said goodnight, giving both of them a kiss on the cheeks.

I practically ran upstairs and was on the verge of an orgasm as soon as I had turned the corner. Mum had selected her favourite sequence and the device sprang into action at full power as soon as I left the room. I just about made it onto the bed, knees buckling with the pleasure before I squirted everywhere. Fuck it was intense, but secretly I wished it was me in control of her. That would have been so much more fun.

Sunday was worse than Saturday. I was getting desperate by late afternoon. But, as a family, we spent the day walking up a mountain. At least it took my mind off sex.

It seems that lately, that's all I have on my mind is sex and orgasms. More sex and more orgasms.

Sunday evening I say goodbye to Dad. I won't be up when he leaves at around five-thirty.

Truth is, I’m wide awake at five-thirty – waiting for Mum to come running up the stairs, burst into my room and bury her head in my twat. That's what's been happening for the last six months, ever since I confessed to her that I thought I was lesbian. That's when she touched my cheek with a loving caress and that's when I dived in and kissed her full on the lips with tongue extended. I was over the moon when she responded as I was so scared she wouldn’t.

Mum ...