Mom's Secret Play Room

by Jamicaman516

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I come from a well to do family, of just myself and my mother. We live in sunny California and have been by ourselves for as long as I can remember. I was adopted right after I was born; my real mom was a young teenager who had let a teenage boy fuck her. But that fact never really got between us like some families, I was her daughter in every sense of the word she was my mom in every sense of the word for me. Anyway as I grew up my mom was work at home mom, managing her own business from her office. Our home is a two story with a basement; the downstairs has the family room, kitchen, then mom's office and play room. Her play room and office are always off limits, her office because she doesn't want me to mess her stuff up and her play is just always off-limits for no really reason.

Now the upstairs has my room, mom's room, a guest room, the bathroom and shower, and that's it. Out home is right next to a state park, the kind people have BBQ's at on the weekends and stuff. Well our house is in a secluded corner by itself and has a long drive way going for a hundred yards or so. Normal a lot like this would cast millions of dollars but my mom is pretty wealthy and brought the house 15 years ago, before home prices really got expansive.

I was at the time of this story 13 years old, I had just gotten B cup breasts, I had fuzz on my pussy and armpits, but I shaved them both once every three days to keep them clean of hair. I had discovered masturbation about 6 months ago, the night I had my first monthly bleeding, and after my mom sat me down and told me the facts and tampons and cleaned me up, my abdomen was cramped and I rubbed it and one thing led to another. But that's a story I will tell later.

So one day when I was 13, mom was off seeing some friends, and I decided to get into the play room. I was home schooled so I had only 3 hours of work a day, which is much better than the 8 hours most other kids have to endure day after day. The doors had no key's only push looks on one side and a simple door knob on the other, with a small hole in the center. Well I toke a clothes hanger and stuck one end the hole and unlocked the door. I had to do this on a regular base since me and mom would always lock the door to the bathroom and then not unlock it once we were done with the bathroom.

I had never seen my mom go into the play room at all. I had had never even really thought about the room either except when I was bored and looking for things to do, and usually to get in trouble with later. I was in the house all the time, with me being home schooled and all, and I only left for sleep over's with some of my girlfriends maybe once a month, and only on the weekends for the whole weekend 90% of the time. I only really left the house was for summer camp and to visit relatives for a week or more at a time usually in the summer. I never thought that this time I spent away was for to doing anything in the playroom through.

Anyway I opened the door and what I found inside shocked and confused me. Inside was a wooden stand that looked horse, and a large X stand on the wall and many other things that I had no name for. There were whips, clamps, ball gags, blindfolds and other items of that nature hanging over or laying a large table over on one side of the room. There was another door that lead to a room I didn't existed, on the opposite wall of the table. I noticed the strange smell in the room that I never smelled before except for when I masturbated. I walked into the room and flicked the light switch and room became much scarier looking.

The door swung closed after I left it, and the walls I noticed were padded to prevent any sound from escaping, which as I looked at the back side of the door, it was also similar padded. I touched the wooden stand and noticed the smell was stronger on them, and how smooth they were. I also noticed the clamps on them, and how they were the right size for a human, a human my size around her wrists and ankles. I shook my head at the thought and said to myself that I was watching to many scare movies If was thinking these strange but oddly arousing things, and what my mom had to do with them. I walked over to the table next and just looked curiously at the various items displayed on it. I spent probably 5 minutes in the room looking at the items, and then headed to the door that I had never seen before.

These door was not locked like the first one was, and the room beyond it was bigger. In it was a bed, a huge king size bed with a 4 large thick posts at the corners. The bed was made in a simple white sheet, and around the bed were mirrors all around it. There was also a TV and VCR/DVD player on a tall clothes chest. I walked to the drawers in the chest and opened them, inside was a collection of leather BDSM wear (Note* at the time I had no idea of BDSM or lesbianism or anything like it) and various porn magazines, tapes and DVD's. I found a magazine I found interesting and needless to say erotic, it was a magazine with the cover art of a young middle aged woman forcing a young teenage girl to suck her pussy. The girl was naked and had a horse tall coming out of her butt, and the woman was wearing some of the same type of leather gear that's was in the drawers in front of me. The title was "YOUNG/OLD BDSM Collections" I flipped through the magazine and became more and more shocked, and aroused as well. Inside were pictures of acts of bondage, torture, rape and worse done to these teen girl's. There were also some stories and articles on how to rape and seduce these same girls and what people had done to their victims. As I flipped through this stuff, my pussy became wetter and wetter; my nipples were like hard points on my breasts. I sat down on the bed and put my hand on the groin of my shorts. I was wearing for the occasion a pair of short shorts that came down only 6 inches from my groin, and a plain pink t shirt. I felt how wet I was and how nice it felt, to have my hand there.

I started to rub myself through the shorts and I let a soft moan a short time later. I quickly flipped to a really exotic picture of a young girl that looked like me, being fucked by a large strap-on dildo, wielded by a woman who looked like mother. I became wetter and hornier as I rubbed myself, looked at the picture, and imagined myself in the girls spot. I toke off my shorts, and saw that my panties were soaked, I mean like dripping with my pussy juice. I continued rubbing myself through my panties and then toke my other hand and started to tweak and massage my nipples and boobs through my t shirt and bra. I sat down on the bed and imagined myself, and my mom fucking like that. I toke off my shirt and then unclasped my bra, and toke both hands and twisted my nipples really hard. I sent a shock of pain and pleasure not only to my pussy, but also to my whole body. I let out a senseless moan of sexual pleasure. I continued twisting my nipples for about 3 or so minutes, when my nipples started to get numb. I then toke off my soaked panties and thought that if twisting my nipples was that good, then what about my clit. I used my right hand and rubbed my soaked pussy, and the left grasped and twisted my clit as hard as I could stand it.

Another arc of pain and pleasure erupted from my tortured body. This time I let out a shriek of pleasure as I neared my edge of orgasm. I fell back onto the bed and just finger fucked myself I managed to slip in 1 finger, I was still a virgin and was still really tight so that it hurt to force any more than a single finger at a time but I could fit a good 3 or 4 fingers in myself. I slipped another finger as well and then stopped for a second. I let out a moan of frustration as I was really close to orgasm; even though I had stopped myself. I toke my pinky finger and aligned it with my little pucker. It was very well lubricated with the pussy juices coming off me for me to slip my tiny finger in. I then slipped it in and then out, I did this several times, making sure it was loose enough. I then toke out all fingers form my pussy and ass, aligned them to my holes and rammed them in a single fast powerful motion. I usually only moan when I masturbate, but this time my mind's fantasies escaped my lips, "OH! Mom, fuck me harder, HARDER!

Oh fuck me, fuck me, RAPE ME MOM!!!

Oh please hurt me, make me orgasm mom, please.

That's it, hurt me, hurt my clit, yes just like that."

I would have been shocked at the words spilling from my mouth had not two things been happening. The first is that they made the whole event even more erotic, and second I was only interested at the time in reaching orgasm and nothing else. I jerked at yet another eruption of pleasure from my young teen body. I thrust in and out and twisted clit even more. Then I went over the edge, I jerked and let out a scream of pleasure as I sprayed out juices all over the floor. The scene was really sexy as I looked at the mirrors on the ceiling as I saw myself erupt and spew my secretions everywhere.

I was spent for a while, after the most intense and pleasing orgasms in my whole life. If you aren't a girl, or haven't had an orgasm where you spray you pussy juices at orgasm, then you are missing out. It is one of the hardest and rarest things to happen during sex, but when it occurs it multiplies the pleasure by at least 5X.

I stayed there lying in my mom's play room, totally blissfully content and happy. However after 5 or so minutes of post orgasm bliss I came out of my bubble of contentment and noticed the mess I had made. I had coated the lower half of the chest in a fine sheet of juice, and made a large puddle of it on the floor. I did mange not to get the bed or magazine wet through. At least so I thought, I grabbed my clothes and walked out of the play room, dumped my clothes on my bed, sneaked out side in my nude state and grabbed some old ratty towels we keep in the garage. I then reentered the play room and cleaned you the mess I had made. After a few minutes cleaning up I was certain I left no trace of my afternoon activities.

I closed and locked the door to the play room, content with a small smirk on my lips thinking that I had gotten away with something and now had a great big juicy secret. I couldn't have been more dead wrong. I was unaware of it at the time but when my mom got home she noticed a familiar smell lingering off me. She didn't mention anything through and never let on about her suspicions. She told later that she thought I had just taken advantage of her absences to have some pleasure time with myself. Of which she had nothing wrong with, however that night when I was asleep she crept down to the playroom and snuck in for a quick fingering. She noticed that some things were moved slightly, but she didn't really think much of it, but when she got into her secret bedroom, she noticed the displaced items in her drawers and the bed sheets and the fresh scrub marks on the floor. She smelled the wood and noticed how was fresh it was and know that I had been in there.

She was amused by the discovery of her secret and my apparent lack of shock or worry. However she decided to check the small high definition cameras she had installed into the two rooms. That is when she really became shocked and bemused. Of course on the tapes was my entry into the secret rooms and my investigation and then the coup de grace, my orgasm and my yells of pleasure for my mom to fuck, torture me.

This got her thinking about what she should do about my breaking of her rules and apparent taste in S&M sex and all of its entitlements. But that is another story, for my next posting.

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