Mildred's Sexual Evolution - Sex Stories

Mildred's Sexual Evolution

... mounted the front steps. To my surprise, Mildred's mother was just wearing slippers and a housecoat even though it was already 10 in the morning. I had pegged her for someone who woke up early, dressed, ate, and went right to work. Anyway, I would soon learn the reason for her casual dress.

"I asked you to come over because I want to ask you just exactly what you have been doing to my daughter. And I expect you to be honest because I know where your hand was when her father and I drove in the driveway that night."

Oh boy, I thought. What else does she know and what did Mildred tell her?

Taking a deep breath, I started in with what I hoped would not cause the end of our relationship. "Mrs. Miller, first of all, if you are worrying that we have been having sexual intercourse, I can assure you we absolutely haven't. We did some kissing here after the movie and some more along with more touching while we waited out the storm."

"Well, I could tell that she liked what you were doing to her. When I came into the house that night after watching you feel her breast, I was ready to summarily throw you out, but then I saw that she looked happier than I had seen her look in a long time. So, I knew she didn't hate what you were doing at all. I also noted that both of your clothes looked just as they should, so it seemed what I had seen was the most of it."

"Thank you for seeing it that way, Mrs. Miller. I genuinely enjoy her company and want to keep seeing her."

"Now, ...

... when you two came down from the cabin, Mildred was practically glowing with happiness, so now I want to know what you did to her up there. You said that you would just ride to the cabin and not go in, but maybe the rain changed that?"

"Yes, I managed to find a key under the cabin, and yes, we went in for the, I guess, the 90 minutes or so when the storm was raging, plus the 30 minutes after the last, loud clap of thunder."

Mrs. Miller was staring intently at me now, and I wondered if she had indeed found the cabin and had been peering in the window the whole time. Arguing against that horror was the fact that she looked totally dry when we reached her car. If she had been peering in the window she would have been soaked. So, I felt I could give an edited version of events inside.

"While we waited out the storm, we did engage in some pretty heavy kissing and touching. She truly enjoyed my attentions to her breasts. Since I just had thin shorts on, she noticed that I had an erection, and I answered a few questions about the male anatomy."

"Giving my daughter sex-ed, I see. Was part of her education to touch it?"

"Yes, that did happen."

"And did she reciprocate by letting you touch her between the legs?"

Oh boy, this interrogation was getting pretty intense, and I've never been a really good liar, so I guessed I had to admit to that part.

Yes, I touched her between the legs, and yes, she liked that as well, but her shorts never came off."

"O.K. final big ...