Not really thinking, Linda grabbed the lid of the vial and pushed it off. Then she took a sip. As she began to wonder why she felt compelled to do that, a strange feeling overtook her. She quickly closed the vial and put it back in the drawer, hoping that her daughter wouldn't find out that she used it.
But Linda getting found out by her daughter was the least of her problems at the moment. She tried to leave the bedroom, but found it difficult as the strange feeling she felt before gripped her tightly. It took a few moments before she could give the feeling a name, since she hadn't felt this way for many years. And the name of this feeling was horniness.
She was horny. Very horny. She grabbed her blouse and pulled it off. It was getting so hot. She was getting so hot.
Linda looked in her daughter's bedroom mirror. What stared back was a middle-aged woman with sandy blond hair, a fair complexion, and moderate breasts. She looked like a typical mother. But right now, she'd rather she didn't. No one wanted to have sex with a woman like her, unless they had some sort of "cougar fetish". Wait a minute. Did she just think of herself as a cougar? Perhaps she was, or maybe she was a milf instead.
She shook her head. Why was she thinking these thoughts? What was wrong with her? These weren't the thoughts of a mother. Especially a mother her age.
Linda reached for the door, but it was no use. Her horniness gripped her once again and she collapsed to the floor. She couldn't hold on any longer. She pulled down her capri pants and then her panties. Then she began to finger herself. In her vagina and out, in and out, in and out. Any worry or concern about being caught masturbating in her daughter's room was not present at the forefront of her mind. Right now, what she wanted was pleasure. Either from herself or from someone else (at the moment, no one else was around).
Above all else, sex was what she wanted.
