Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 026
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
Keywords: Ff-inc

Keywords for full story:  F-solo, Ff-inc, M+F Ffm MF mf oral anal bd D/s Mg-
inc Fm-inc mm mmf rom MF-reluc

Chapter 26
In the beginning...

      Mandi had stood mesmerized, watching her mother drive the long rubbery
object into her soaking vagina, weeping in frustration.  When she detected
her daughter, shame didn't occur to her - she was too far gone. "I can't
manage to finish!" she wailed. "Every time I get close, I stiffen up, and
then I can't move it any more!"  Mandi had slowly drifted into the room,
eyes fixed upon her mother's salacious activity while her own vagina became
moist.  Helen's eyes rolled as she fought to get that last few steps over
the peak.  "H-help me!" she wailed.

      Mandi, who had drifted into close enough range for physical contact,
reached out tentatively, then withdrew her hand, "How?"

      "Pinch my nipples!  Touch me - there - you know where!"

      Mandi reached out tentatively, and brushed her hand across her
mother's stiff nipples, causing her to arch her back to obtain better
contact, gasping, "Yesss..."  Encouraged, Mandi reached out with her right
hand, and gently grasped Helen's taut left nipple.  Helen was beside
herself.  Mandi could have been ANYBODY - it didn't matter that she was her
daughter.  Helen had been living just below the peak of an orgasm for almost
30 minutes, and was about to die of frustration.  So it was that her next
words were not chosen with a whole lot of care...  "Pull it! Pinch it! Twist
it! Lick it! Suck it! Bite it! Pleeease!"

      Mandi was somewhat taken aback.  To say that she had never seen her
mother like this was an understatement.  Her sexual education (both formal
and informal), however, gave her some grasp of what was going on.  She dived
in and took a distended nipple in each hand and began following her mother's
somewhat garbled instructions.  The results were gratifying:  Helen's eyes
rolled up, and she stiffened, quivering, and emitted a low, breathy howl
that lasted several seconds.  Unfortunately, she lost motor control of the
hand driving the false penis into her grasping vagina, and, with it, one of
the prime components of her stimulation.  After about 30 seconds of reaching
futilely for that last crucial bit of sensation, she went slack, crying
bitterly.

      This upset Mandi tremendously.  "I'm sorry Momma - did I do something
wrong?" she asked, preparing to cry.

      "No, Baby, you did just fine!" her mother gasped.  "When I go stiff, I
can't keep THIS moving" waving the dildo "and I can't quite..."

      "Cum?" Mandi supplied.  After a second, she said, "Well, keep going,
and I'll see what I can do..."

      Helen reinserted the dildo, and resumed her quest for fulfillment.
Mandi resumed her ministrations on Helen's breasts, and in only a couple of
minutes, Helen had again reached the plateau.  Mandi reoriented, switching
hands so that her left hand was teasing Helen's left nipple, and her right
was working in close on the right. Then she took her courage in hand, and
lowered her mouth onto the right nipple.  Helen went instantly rigid,
howling, "OOOOOOOOOOO..."  Mandi, detecting that the dildo had again halted,
reached out with her freed right hand - but she never got there.  She came
up short on the first grab, cupping her fingers directly onto Helen's
distended clitoris, rather than the base of the dildo.  That did it.  Helen
went absolutely nuts, initiating a jackhammering series of thrashing bounces
on the bed.  Mandi held on for dear life.  She was certain that her mother
was having an epileptic seizure - but just in case it WASN'T, she wasn't
going to stop doing whatever was working so well.  Mandi watched in
fascination as the dildo - which had only been half inserted when Helen had
abruptly lost control of it to grab a double handful of sheet - was slowly
sucked in to the hilt by the pulsations of Helen's vagina.  Despite her
location with her head at her mother's breast, she could SEE the surface
component of the powerful contractions as the tendons connecting her inner
thighs to her pudenda stood out like cables.

      Helen was a skyrocket in the world's largest fireworks display.  The
climax that she had fought for so hard and so long would not be denied.  She
was one giant nerve ending.  Making sounds was impossible - she had stopped
breathing.  After about 90 seconds of crescendoing waves of sensation, she
lost consciousness.

      Mandi became frantic when her mother went limp.  She became certain
that it HAD been a seizure.  "Momma!  Momma!" she shouted.  She shook Helen,
getting a groggy response. She then put her head on Helen's chest, and was
soothed somewhat by the sound of the heartbeat she found there.  Remembering
that epileptics were prone to biting their tongues, she positioned herself
near her mother's head, and prepared to pry open her jaw by putting her
thumb on her chin and pulling down.  As she set herself above her mother's
head so that she could gaze into her mouth, Helen began to swim up from
unconsciousness. Feeling the hand on her chin, Helen swung an arm up, cupped
Mandi's head to her, and kissed her full on the lips, opening her mouth and
driving her tongue between Mandi's surprised lips.  Mandi's surprise turned
to relief as she realized that the tongue in her mouth was obviously fully
functional.  She relaxed, hugged herself to her mother, and returned the
kiss, which broke only when Helen realized just who it was she was kissing.

      "Oh!  I'm sorry, Dear!"  Helen cried.

      "It's OK, Momma.  Are you all right?  You scared me to death!"

      "I'm fine, Dear.  In fact, I'm better than I've been in some time..."
The enormity of what she had done in her extremity began to dawn on Helen,
and, with it, a certain amount of guilt.  "I'm SO sorry, Baby - I just got
carried away!"

      "Was that an orgasm?  Wow!"  Mandi burst out.

      "Yes, Dear.  Best I've had in a long time, too!  Thank you!  I
couldn't have done it without you!"  Once again, the implications sank in,
and Helen looked thoughtfully at her daughter, who, in her turn, regarded
her mother sidelong.

      Mandi broke the silence that followed, "Uh, am I going to need help,
too?"

      Helen grinned.  If there was going to be a problem, it was already
here... "Quite possibly.  Until we can bring in a man around here, maybe we
can 'help each other'  -periodically - it'll be our little secret..."