Sweet Sherrie and Her Mom - Sex Stories

Sweet Sherrie and Her Mom

... talking more she became more distant, almost as if I had upset her. I didn’t see her at all the next day. She didn’t go to work that day, called in sick. She wouldn’t answer her phone. I sent her a text and she merely responded with a short message, “Tonight, 7pm. See you then.” I was anxious the whole day. I was able to bide my time, not that I had a choice in the matter, until that evening. I arrived ten minutes early. I knocked on her door but no one answered. I knew she was home, her car was in the driveway. Her mother’s car was in the driveway too! I was really becoming irate because of Sherrie’s disregard. I eventually sat on her front porch and fiddled with my cell phone. I was determined to find out why she wanted me there. Right after the time on my cell phone turned to 7:00 it began to buzz. A text, from Sherrie. “The front door is unlocked. Let yourself in.” I opened the door. Sherrie had spent the day preparing for my arrival. Rose petals marked the path I was intended to take. Following them I made my way into the kitchen. It was adorned with the same rose petals and a tasteful number of candles, the lights were out. Sherrie stood next to the table wearing a very sensual black baby doll lingerie set. “Please,” Sherrie said, “Join me for dinner?” I walked towards her and moved in for a kiss. I was stopped short as she pulled away. “Not yet,” she said, “We have much to discuss.” She pulled a chair out for me, her hand directing me to sit. I did as was implied and ...

... she took a seat across from me. I cleared my throat, “So your mom’s car is in the driveway.” Sherrie cut me off, “Yes, she knows you are here.” “And you are comfortable sitting in the kitchen wearing such an enticing outfit?” Sherrie seemed to ponder over what I said. When she spoke it was as if she completely ignored my question. “There are some things about me that you need to know.” “Okay,” I said intently. “You first have to promise that what you hear tonight does not leave this house.” I was completely intrigued. She greeted me in sexy lingerie and now was about to tell me why she wouldn’t say yes to my proposal. “I promise I won’t say anything.” “Good,” Sherrie said, “The first thing you need to know is that you aren’t the first guy who proposed to me.” “I don’t care how many guys proposed to you,” I told her, “I just want to know why you won’t say yes to me.” “We’ll get to that,” she snapped. “The first guy who asked me to marry him wouldn’t speak to me after I told him my secret.” “And so you think I’ll do the same,” I asked? Sherrie seemed to ignore my questioning. “The second guy seemed fine with my secret until I asked him to do it with me.” By this time I figured I would let her finish without interruption. “The third guy was willing to participate with me but went running after the first time we did it. Now there is you. You are number four. I love you so much.” I felt I needed to put in my two cents, “I love you too, baby.” Sherrie’s smiled adorned her face, “I’m ...