MILF Teacher: Becoming a Present - Sex Stories

MILF Teacher: Becoming a Present

... two fingers inside her and hooked my fingers searching for her g-spot. It didn’t take long and, as soon as I began tapping it, her legs tightened around my head and she screamed and sprayed me with a flow of her juice. I eagerly lapped up as much of her juice as I could, completely addicted to her taste. After a couple of minutes I was pushed away, my face dripping with her juice. “Fuck! You are an insatiable white slut. Some other day, I will let you give me orgasm after orgasm, but today I have different plans for you.” I looked up from my subservient position and asked, “What?” “You will see soon,” she smiled and ordered, “follow me.” I followed, on my knees, into her room. She said, “On the bed is your outfit. Change into it, keep the stockings on, and wait until I come and get you.” She left her room and I stood up and went to the bed. On the bed was a maid’s outfit. I sighed, wondering what she had in store for me. I put on the skimpy Halloween-style outfit with a skirt that clearly showed the entire top of my thigh high stockings. I looked like a complete whore. A hot whore, but a whore nonetheless. I waited over half an hour and heard the front door open and close. I heard a second voice and a chill went up my spine. Finally, Latoya returned to her room. She said, “It is time.” “For what?” I asked. “You will see,” she smiled, “follow me.” I began walking behind her when she turned and ordered, “Crawl.” I fell back onto my knees and followed, my cheeks again burning ...

... with humiliation. She led me into a different room and I heard a shower running. Latoya ordered, “Stand up!” I obeyed and she grabbed some Christmas wrapping paper and ordered, “Don’t move.” As she began wrapping me, I asked, “What are you doing?” “I am wrapping my mom’s Christmas present,” she explained, rather matter-of-factly. “What?” I gasped. “You heard me. You are going to be my Mom’s early Christmas present.” “Why?” I asked, stupefied. “That will all come out very soon,” she smiled. I stood still stunned as she slowly wrapped me up. I heard the shower end just as my upper body was wrapped. If my earlier plight was mortifying, that was nothing to what was about to happen. Losing my job flashed before me. Latoya ordered, “Now be a good slut and remain still and silent.” What choice did I have? I stood motionless for a couple of minutes, until I heard a voice say in the distance, “Are you kidding me?” Latoya responded, “Oh no, I am not. She is Barry Malone’s daughter.” Why would that matter, I wondered. “No fucking way,” she repeated, clearly shocked. “So she is yours to use as you please, Mommy,” a very sweet voiced Latoya said, seemingly eager for her mother’s approval. “Wow,” Latoya’s mom repeated, clearly stunned by the revelation. “Do you want to unwrap her?” Latoya asked. “I guess I should,” she answered, her voice still showing hints of bewilderment and shock. I felt the paper being tugged off me and slowly I was revealed to Latoya’s mom: a very attractive, slightly ...