Amber pt1 - Sex Stories

Amber pt1

... &#034Well, that's normal. Most of us have girl crushes early on.&#034 She peeked up at me and said, &#034Really?&#034 I did laugh now and said, &#034Of course, I've had quite a few in my life, and still have them time to time.&#034 Amber blinked, dumbfounded I think to realize her old mom was talking about lesbian urges. I wanted to giggle uncontrollably at her shock, but held it in again. When she had a moment she said &#034Wow. Ok... that's... well that's... I don't know.&#034 I wiggled an eyebrow at her, then said &#034Anyway...the reason I asked is because when you masturbate you should be thinking about something that excites you, a scenario or fantasy that you live as you play with yourself&#034 She blushed again at my words, but kept looking at me, thinking about what I was saying. She nodded her head to herself, then frowned and said, &#034What were you thinking when you just did...you know.&#034 Grinning I said, &#034Masturbate?&#034 She gave me a shy smile and said, &#034Yes, masturbate.&#034 &#034A time when your father and I had a lot of fun,&#034 I answered. She gave a half nod again, but sort of sneered. I understood, she really didn't much like Dan anymore, not that I could blame her. She thought for a while, then spoke distractedly as she thought, &#034So you fantasize about something exciting, then when you're excited you use your fingers to make you more excited until you orgasm.&#034 It sounded so logical that I grinned as she reminded me of me when I was ...

... at work, solving a problem. Then she blushed and glanced at me, obviously remembering what her fantasy was about. &#034It's ok to think about a woman Amber,&#034 I said seriously, &#034thinking about or even having sex with another woman isn't evil. Just because you do doesn't mean you're a lesbian.&#034 She was still blushing, but she was looking quizzically at me, so I smiled and said, &#034Yes your decrepit old mother has fantasized about women and I had a girlfriend in college.&#034 That got a gasp of shock as she said, &#034Mom!&#034 again. I laughed at the expression on her face, but waited for her to get it together. She eventually pulled herself back and looked at me appraisingly, acting like I was someone she had never seen, so I shrugged and said, &#034So you fantasize about your teacher, then when you're wet enough, try easing a finger in. Don't push in too far, just enough to feel it. Try to tie the fantasy into the physical things you're doing.&#034 She blushed as I sat up and moved toward the door. Stopping as I stepped out, I turned and said, &#034Have fun, but remember we're going shopping tomorrow morning.&#034 Big blush, but she nodded. I found myself masturbating to an orgasm that night picturing her doing the same. We had fun the next day, though I caught her giving me a couple of appraising looks. The conversation gave her a lot to think about, but I didn't say anything, though I was dying to know if she had her orgasm. It wasn't till that evening while I ...