Cumming to Terms - Sex Stories

Cumming to Terms

... something really personal?" I asked. She smiled. "Okay, as long as I get my turn...deal?" She answered. I knodded. "Do you and dad do it a lot?" I asked. "Do it?" She asked. "You mean do we have a lot of sex?" "Yeah." I said. "Well, your fathers sexual appetite is not as big as it once was and mine...well it is, and always has been extremely insatiable." She said. "We do manage to get in some good lovemaking every few days or so." "What do you--" "Hold on, buster, it's my turn." She stated. She looked into my eyes with a curious grin. "I want to know if you've ever humped anything besides your mother's panties?" She asked. "No, not really." I answered. "Not really, I have, or not really I'm a virgin?" She asked. "A virgin." I said. I was beginning to feel more comfortable with own candid Q&A. She smiles ear to ear. "Okay, what's your question?" She asked. "What's it like for a man, you know, when he has sex?" I asked. "Well, I can't really say since I'm a woman, but I would imagine its alot like when a penis is wrapped in silky panties. You must know that feeling?" She said. We exchanged smiles. "I can tell you that the place a man puts his penis during sex is like no other place on earth. It's a warm, soft, wet place that can give you feelings you haven't even begun to experience." She said. There was a long pause as she stared me in the eyes. "When you have the crotch of my panties up to your mouth and nose, you're thinking about that special place aren't you?" She asked. ...

... I knodded. "Be honest with me, sweetie. It's MY special place your thinking about, isen't it?" She asked. I took a big gulp. "Yes." I answered. She smiled warmly. "I thought so." She said. There was a long awkward pause as she studied my uncomfortable state. "Your father will be home any minute. After he's gone to bed tonight I think we should continue where we left off. We have alot more to talk about, as well as some very important decisions to make." About 11:30 I was on my bed when there came a gentle tap at my door. Mom stuck her head in. "You still awake, sweetie?" She asked. It was a stupid question. After our talk earlier I couldn't sl**p if I wanted too. "Yeah." I answered. Mom came in and closed the door. She wore a knee-high silk robe that looked like her big boobs were going to burst from. She also had on a pair of sexy high-heeled slippers, that clicked against my floor at she moved towards me. She sat on the bed next to me, took off her slippers and curled her long legs up on my bed comfortably. "Your dad's asl**p, feel like talking?" She asked. "Yeah, sure." I said. "So why don't we continue our little Q&A. I'm sure you've thought of a few things to ask me. You go first." She said. "Okay, um, how often do you and dad...uh, you know..." "Have often do your father and I have sex?" She asked. I knodded. "Well, your father's sex drive isen't what it used to be, so not nearly as often as I'd like. I'd say we make love about two to three times a week." She said. "How ...