Seven Days with Mom - Sex Stories

Seven Days with Mom

... happened?" Mom asked.

"I'm thinking you promised me a special gift on my birthday last week, but you still haven't given it," I replied in a desperate attempt to change the topic.

"Maybe today if the nature permits. It all depends on the weather gods," she said.

"At least tell me what it is. All you've told me it's something I've wanted to see for a long time."

"Then wait a little more," she replied, taking a swig from the water bottle.

We walked the rest of the way in silence. On our way back, the rain gods, as feared, didn't just start smiling but went into full-throttle laughter. Since we were on a dirt track and surrounded by bushes and rocks, sprinting our way to safety was impossible. By the time we managed to take shelter under a medieval structure that had a half-surviving roof built of clay tiles and only three granite walls, we were completely drenched.

"Holy smoke! We are wet," she said as she leaned her 5'10 body against a wall and untied her hair to dry it.

"I told ya it was gonna rain," I commented, wiping my wet face and head with the wet T-shirt.

"Oh my God, are you afraid of catching a cold? What if you catch a cold? Will you die? Or, God forbid, what if you have to sneeze? Will sneezing kill you?" she remarked.

I ignored her and looked at the sky as it poured down. Taking out a tin box in which she kept her joints from her bag, she asked me to hold it. She took out a lighter from the bag, lit the joint and, after taking two long ...

... drags, extended it to me.

"Go on, you're 18 now. It won't kill you," she said.

"You really believe I'm a sissy or something, don't you?" I asked, staring at her blue eyes.

"I don't believe it, I know it. I'll prove it to you," she said as she stared back at my blue eyes.

"Have you ever had this?"

"No," I replied.

"When I was your age, I was rolling joints like you roll on the bed dreaming about Ann."

"I don't dream about Ann," I hissed in mock anger.

"Of course, you do," she said, blowing the smoke right on my face.

"And how did you ask Julia out? Didn't you ask one of your friends to tell her that you liked her? By the time I was 18, I had more boyfriends than men on the Moon. Talking about Julia, have you, you know..."

She made a circle with the index finger and her thumb and penetrated it with the other index finger.

"You should lay off that stuff," I said, pointing at the joint.

"Better hurry up or she'll be smoking someone else's joint. Pussy."

I don't know why but my eyes instinctively went to her green shorts, which were sticking to her wet skin like honey sticks to fingers.

"I didn't mean that! If you wanna look, look at Julia's," she growled, straightening her shorts at the crotch area.

I immediately shifted my gaze away from her crotch.

"OK, here's another one. Have you ever seen actual porn? I don't mean the garbage on the Internet. I mean sitting down and watching a proper one."

"What's a proper one?" I inquired, ...