Seven Days with Mom - Sex Stories

Seven Days with Mom

... on her inner thigh.

So, I got on the bed and, putting my legs on either side of her, began massaging her inner thighs and her ass. As my hands caressed her skin, she started moaning softly, and within ten or twelve minutes, she had stopped me and buried her face in the pillow as her butt cheeks tightened and a loud moan ripped through her. She lay there motionless and silent for a few seconds. Then straightening her hair, she lit up a joint and asked me to join her.

"I think I'm rediscovering myself," she said. She was lying facing me, resting her elbow on the bed and her face on her palm. I was lying on my back, with my face toward the ceiling.

"Whaddya mean?"

"I started growing up early, especially here, just like your grandma," she continued, waving her hand over her chest.

"So your grandpa always bought me teeny tiny tops. Tiny tops and shorts were my night dress. That was Grandpa's rule. And of course, I didn't wear a bra at night, so they were always on display. When his friends Jack and Shawn came over, I was told to go in front of them in those teeny tiny tops but cover myself if someone else came over. I think they lent Dad more money in exchange for that."

"How old were you?" I asked.

"Your age, 18."

"Didn't Uncle Ted say anything?" I said.

"Ted and I used to sleep in one room, and we used to fool around a lot. One night we were fooling around, and your grandma came. His shorts were down to his knees and my top was on his head. That was ...

... funny," she said as a smile spread across her face.

"Your grandma asked me what I was doing. I told her he wanted me to kiss his thing. She sat down on the bed next to him and told him not to put his thing in me as that would make Dad very angry. She added it was all right to fool around but not to do that. Then she said if he wanted me to kiss his thing, I should kiss it, adding that she kisses Dad's thing a lot, so there was nothing wrong with that. I raised my head and, coming closer to Ted, kissed it. It wasn't, to use Mom's words, as hard as a rod, so she stroked it and made it hard again and, when it was hard, told me to kiss it again."

"You should've said no," I suggested.

She continued, "I didn't think there was anything wrong. He was touching Mom everywhere all the time, and she never said anything. He showed me how you guys took 'care' of it and how I should take 'care' of myself. He once brought a girl he was seeing, Mom and Dad were at work, and told me to hide in the cupboard and watch him do her. Two days later, I got into a fight with him over something and told Mom that he had brought his girlfriend home, and I had watched them. That night, after Ted went to sleep, your grandma took me to her room and made me watch as she and Dad did it."

"Holy shit. Why didn't you say anything?" I inquired.

"You know, your grandpa tried many businesses, but he wasn't successful, so we always had money troubles. They knew I was their ticket. Therefore, they wanted ...