The Second Place Sister - Sex Stories

The Second Place Sister

... me, and the other is a little older,” “Hmm. How much older?” “Oh, I'd say around your age,” he replied hesitantly. “Oh, really? So, my boy is a milf hunter?” “Ha! I guess, if you put it that way,” “Okay, tell me more,” “The younger one is a real tease, very sensual, but she's saving herself. We've had some fun in the past, but I don't know if I can hold out. This seems weird to be talking with you about,” he grimaced. “Honey,” Melanie said, “In case you haven't noticed, your father and I have never really been shy about sex. You were our first child, after all, and we got started young. I know that a young man your age has certain...needs, and we're both okay with that. We just want you to be safe about it, and make sure you're doing things with someone that cares about you,” She wasn't sure if he picked up on that little hint, but went on, “So, what about the other one? The milf?” she giggled as she said it. “Well, she...I don't know how to put this. I don't even think she knows that I'm really attracted to her. I don't really know, myself, how I feel about it. With her, I know that there could never really be any kind of future, because she has someone in her life. But, whenever I see her, I'm just overcome with a passion that I can't ever remember feeling before. Maybe that sounds stupid,” Melanie reached across and touched his hand, her cleavage on full view as she leaned across the table. “What you have to understand, my dear, about older women is that we've gone ...

... through more. We're, most of the time, sure of what we want. We're more confident. We're not always out looking for love. Sometimes, we have urges that need to be satisfied, too, and it's not uncommon to find a handsome young man that can...help with those urges,” she smiled at him, clenching his hand a little harder, “What we like more than anything, though, is a man that knows what he wants, too. Someone that isn't afraid to show us how he feels or to take what he wants. In fact, we often can't make the first move, and need that strong man to show us how to surrender. My advice would be to just tell this woman how you feel, and if she rebukes you, then what have you really lost?” Mike seemed to consider it very deeply, holding onto her hand. She could feel little beads of sweat pop up in his palm. His hand shook a little bit. She stared across the table at him, waiting for his response. “Honey,” she whispered, “tell me what you're thinking,” “I...last week, before all this shit with Tori...I saw...well, I saw something. I saw something that I haven't been able to stop thinking about, and it's driving me crazy,” “What did you see,” she asked, knowing full well what had been on his mind. “I saw...” “It's okay, baby, I know. You can say it,” she admitted. Mike looked stunned for a moment, his mouth falling open. She nodded for him to say it. “I saw...you...and...dad. I saw you...” “You saw me well-fucked, licking up a cum load like a total slut, didn't you?” And there it was, out in ...