Young Sophia 2 - Sex Stories

Young Sophia 2

Section two . I head back out to the living area of the house. The kids are cuddling on the sofa. "Hey mom, do you have a photo of my dad when he was in the hair band?" "You know I do kiddo. Why, what’s up?" "Can you show Sophia what my dad looked like?" I have a bunch of photos on my Face book page that I posted for my step daughter from Florida who doesn’t remember meeting her dad. So I grab my laptop and sit next to Sophia on the big sectional sofa to go through photos. We sit close, our thighs touching as we browse through my photos. I have many of my son from when he was just a toddler to now. Sophia exclaims how cute my son was when he was little and of course as all good teen boys he is embarrassed and covering his head with a blanket from the sofa. Sophia is leaning into me tightly to look at the photos, her body is pressing against my side, I can feel her firm full breasts against my arm and side. I become distracted and actually start clicking on the wrong buttons on my laptop. Opps. I didn’t mean to, but we are now looking at a couple of photos that I had posted of my son and my current gentleman friend. He is a distinguished silver haired slightly portly gentleman who is 12 years my senior. Even though the age span is not quite that of a father, I have always looked up to him as such. I point out to Sophia that this is my "boy friend. " My son corrects me and says "boy toy," which since I am a virgin, what would I need with a boy toy? Giggle. He is kind of right. ...

... We have massive, kinky sex often. I do not share that information with the kids. "I like older guys, a lot. I always have. I don’t know why I am with you," as Sophia points to my son. I admit " I have always liked older guys too. When I was 14, I started hanging out with a bunch of older bikers. They were in their thirties and some older. As far as my kid? He’s been raised around adults 'cause I had him so late in life. Mostly adult women and he is more mature then the other kids his age. He always has been. He was born with an old soul." "I knew you had to have hung out with bikers, I can just tell,” Sophia noted. “Can I call you mom? I want to call you mom." "Sure , if you want to. " "Can I hang out here whenever I want to? I like it here." "Yes Sophia, you are welcome here anytime." I left the kids to their own devices for the next couple times they hung out. Then one day, my son came to me as we had always been very open with each other, he told me that he had his first kiss. "How was it?" I asked. "Well I liked it, but Sophia cried after." "Why?" "She said she didn’t feel anything, that it wasn’t what she had expected. All the movies and stories she’s read said there were sparks when they had their first kiss." "Oh sweetie, tell her that the movies and real life are different. That it will get better as she learns more. What did you do while she was crying?" "I held her." He is going to be such a good man. I am so proud of him "Good job Kiddo." "Mom, I also got my first ...