Jeanette chapter 5 - Sex Stories

Jeanette chapter 5

... each other. When she wasn't there I used it myself. It felt just as good either way. It didn't take long for Cynthia and me to decide we weren't lesbian we just enjoyed orgasms. It didn't matter to us whether it was a guy or each other giving it to us or even my mom's toy. One day Cynthia came to stay the night. Things were weird between her and Joe. She wouldn't talk about it but I could tell she was in need of sex. My mom was actually home that weekend so I told her we couldn't use he toy. "Maybe you'd feel better if I wend down on you?" I offered. She smiled at me but shook her head. "Sorry, maybe later Jeanette. I really need a good fuck from a dick, preferably a real one." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She didn't want me to lick her? She hadn't turned down any of my offers since we started pleasing each other. "It's been a long time since I've had some cock," she said smiling at me to take the sting off. "I get it, I think." I really didn't know the feeling. It had been a long time since I had the real thing, in fact I knew it had been longer for me then her but I got to use my mom's toy dick two or three time a week. My mom came in to see if we needed anything. She had a glass in her hand. I could tell by the way she held it that was no regular coke. She must have some rum or bourbon. Every time she was home she was almost always drinking. "Mrs. A. Can I ask you for a big favor?" Cynthia asked. I was so caught up with my thoughts of my mom's drinking that I ...

... didn't see Cynthia's question coming. "Do you have a special toy I could use? I mean, my boyfriend and I are having some issues right now so..." She was so casual about it. Like she was asking 'can I borrow a blanket?' "Oh no honey," my mom answered slowly. "Mrs. A. I'm not a virgin. And I wouldn't tell my parents you let me." Cynthia tried still. My mom laughed! She actually laughed, Yep she was drunk. I felt so shocked by Cynthia and so embarrassed by my mom. "No, dear you don't understand. I'd let you borrow it if you really wanted but it's not a normal toy." I wanted to say 'yeah we know, it's huge' but didn't want to admit to using it already. "You see my toy is special. It's a replica of Jeanette's dad," she said and instantly my veins froze. "So you see, it would be inappropriate for you to use it. But good luck, I'm sure you can take care of it some other way." And with that nuclear bomb on my soul she walked out of my room. "Damn, your dad is hung!" Cynthia said turning slowly towards me. I couldn't move. I'd been using my dad's replica dick to orgasm for weeks! I loved my dad, but I've never thought of him in any way other than as my dad. I liked it in me! I even liked pretending to suck it like a real dick. I had enjoyed all the times I used it to fuck my friend Cynthia. Cynthia. She was sitting on the bed next to me watching me. "Oh, Jeanette, I'm so sorry." She wrapped her arms around me and held me for a minute. "You didn't know. It's not like you really had sex ...