Mindi squirmed in frustration on her bed. She pressed and rubbed her fingers against her clit, but it just wasn’t getting it. The blonde teen spread her legs wide and high to look down at where her fingers worked fruitlessly at stimulating her pussy.
“Uhg..” Mindi groaned. “Why can’t I do this!”
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Camille was carrying towels to the upstairs bathroom, when she heard the sound. She was dressed casually for laundry day, black sweatpants and a green sweater, nothing underneath. She moved towards her daughter’s room, hearing Mindi sounding upset. Camille was about to knock when she peeked through the cracked door. Her eyes widened as she saw her daughter splayed out nude on the bed. With a smirk, she quickly realized *what* Mindi was doing, her hand between her legs. Then Camille winced as she saw *how* her daughter was doing it, looking like she was trying to rub a smudge off of her clit.
“Oh honey, not like that.” Camille whispered with a frown.
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Mindi’s hips thrashed, her dripping pussy feeling nothing but teased, and needing much more. She whimpered to herself and threw her head back in agitation.
“Come on.” Mindi sighed, her fingers now just absentmindedly touching her slit.
“I’m sorry.” Camille said, stepping into the room and setting the towels down on Mindi’s dresser. “But this is just sad.”
Mindi sat up fast and drew her knees up, hugging them to her chest. “Mom! Don’t you knock.”
Camille put her hands on her hips and shook her head. “Mindi, I just couldn’t stand by knowing that *that’s* how you masturbate.”
Mindi’s jaw dropped and she blushed deeply. “I.. I.. I’ll figure it out! Now can you go?”
Camille laughed and came closer. “Relax honey, let me help you.”
“H.. help me?” Mindi blinked and stammered.
Camille crawled onto the bed behind where her nervous daughter sat. She sat behind her, her legs coming around Mind’s sides.
“Just relax.” Camille drew her daughter back against her, the ample bosom under her sweater pressing to Mindi’s back.
“Mom! What are you doing?” Mindi gasped as her mother embraced her from behind.
Camille giggled and found Mindi’s hand with her own. “Showing you how it’s done.”
Her hand guided Mindi’s to her thigh. Her daughter hesitantly parted her legs and let Camille move her hand over her still dripping pussy. Mindi was shaking a bit but just watched as her mom’s hand was laid over hers, their fingers lining up. Camille pressed down on two fingers, pushing them against Mindi’s swollen clit then made her rub in gentle but firm movements. Immediately it felt better than anything Mindi had managed on her own.
“Oh wow that..” Mindi moaned softly, leaning back into her mother’s embrace. “..that feels really good.”
“See, I know a thing or two.” Camille teased.
She presses and moved her daughter’s fingers over her swollen clit. When Mindi’s hips began to rise and fall in rhythm, Camille guided her hand a little faster.
“Oh! Yes.. yes..” Mindi panted, feeling pleasure instead of longing for the first time.
She thrusted her clit up to meet her fingers as her mom made them work back and forth, up and down.
Camille kissed her daughter’s cheek. “There you go honey, you’re getting it.”
Her nipples were now stiff under her sweater, poking against Mindi’s back. Soon, Mindi was moving her own fingers, with Camille’s hand simply resting over hers.
“Just keep that up.” Camille whispered, moving her hand down.
“Ahh..ah.. ok.” Mindi nodded. Her body was starting to twitch as she kept rubbing her throbbing clit like her mother had shown her.
She took in a sharp breath as Camille pushed two fingers into her tight pussy.
“Don’t stop silly.” Camille teased, nibbling her daughter’s ear.
“Y.. yes mam.” Mindi continued to flick and rub her clit, her wet hole clenching on her mother’s fingers.
“That’s my girl.” Camille crooned, starting to slowly pump her fingers into her daughter’s teen pussy.
Mindi let her fingertips flick over her sensitive nub, looking down at her mother’s fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. She leaned back fully into Camille, letting her mom support her. Camille fingered her faster, her darting digits making wet noises.
“Mom..mom.. yes..” Mindi moaned, trying to keep jilling as she felt a pressure build in her loins.
“Cum for me baby.” Camille purred hungrily, ramming her fingers as deep as she could into her daughter.
Mindi convulsed as they both paid lavish attention to her quivering slit. Her hips thrashed and she slapped at her clit as the tension came to a boiling point.
“Ohhhh my god!” Mindi crief out, her whole body shaking.
Camille yanked her fingers from her daughter’s clenching hole, a flow of warm juices following them.
“Mmmm there you go honey.” Camille caressed Mindi’s thighs.
Mindi collapsed back against her mother, breathing hard. “Mom.. th.. thank you.”
Camille giggled and kissed Mindi’s cheek. “Of course sweetie, I’m always here for you.”
She got up, carefully laying her trembling daughter back on her bed. Camille picked up the load of towels and started for the door, a smile on her face.
“Mom?”
Camille turned. “Yes Mindi?”
Mindi blushed. “Will you teach me more sometime?”
Camille bit her lip then winked. “Sure thing. And next time I’ll bring one of my toys.” Then she left, her daughter staring wide eyed after her.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a9dsuu/mindis_mom_teaches_her_ff_incest_assisted
Excellent build up of tension, very niceee