My Mother's Lover and Me - Sex Stories

My Mother's Lover and Me

... ten minutes, I was completely hair free and smooth except for a little patch I like to keep just above my slit. It’s a bit wider than a strip, but I like to see something there that makes me look like a woman. “I like to do this to girls. I have introduced a few girls into shaving and shaping. Some of the apprentices get their first shave when they go with me for a weekend. They love it afterwards and can’t keep their hands off it. They want to feel it all the time and look at themselves. When did you start shaving?” “After I saw some of the other girls in the locker room. I liked the look of it so I did it myself. Later on, a few of us used to have sessions where we did it to each other. That wasn't the only thing we did together either. It always made us horny. We all loved having our new bald pussies licked and sucked.” “So you have had sex with another girl?” the question had been asked. “Many many times, I am very bisexual.” “Does your mother know?” “Obviously. She and I have had some really deep and meaningful discussions about my previous sex life. I think you know she hated me doing what I was doing, and we had more than one argument. We both said some very unpleasant things to each other at times and then felt horrible, and we would cry and apologise. She is well aware I was a slut and a whore. I had to make the break, so I confessed to her everything I had done." Mike was listening, so I went on. "She was ...

... shocked, and there is nothing she doesn't know about me and my sordid life. The only thing she doesn't know now is what has happened between us. We are going to have to talk about whether we tell her or not, but not tonight.” As I got into bed, Mike pulled the sheets off me. “Open your legs. I have one more time left in me.” I did it without question and he went down on me again and licked me out once more. This time I had a cunt full of his cum. I came fairly quickly and nowhere near as violently as I had before. It was a good orgasm and I enjoyed it. I have lost count if I had four or five orgasms with him tonight; it doesn't matter. Every one was amazing and I wouldn't have changed anything. Mike got into bed beside me and we kissed. I could taste the mixture he had licked from me as he sucked out of me. I had done that many times before and it didn't concern or bother me. Within a few minutes, Mike was asleep, and I was not far behind him. Tomorrow we would have to work out what we were going to do between now and when mum came home. I wanted him to fuck me as often as we could. When she came home, I knew it must stop, and I hoped we could. I knew it and Mike knew it. I just hoped we could both control our urges. The hardest part would be remembering how Mike had fucked me, and that he would be doing the same to my mother when she returned. Tonight would be something that I would never forget. Tomorrow was another day.