That was this summer. I had very long relationship and last year i got ridden of it. So I sex occasionally wit various girls till then. One night this September I was very very tired of everything. Job went finally better and some private investing also, but I had being working for 14 hours a day at time. It was About 1 am in the morning and was just went of from long shower and about to lay down on my bad.The voice from the other side of cell phone was very pleasant, some kind of baby talking voice. Voice said" Annnn' what what do want from me now?...LOL.. i said "who is this?&... Continue»
Some parents relive their dreams through their c***dren, be it a career move, thoughts of untold wealth, either way they hamper their k**s ambitions and choices in life.
My own daughter by year ten had won five beauty pageants, been on TV with advertisements, countless magazines and local newspaper photo-shoots, she by all standards had a bright future ahead of her.
When you have a protegee you might have a problem c***d on your hands, but safe to say she entered that most troublesome time in a girls life, her teens, and to all accounts the first half of those years, were all sugar and spice, so on the surface my husband and I gave ourselves a huge pack on the back.
She was, and still is stunningly beautiful, intelligent and on the road to university, so you can imagine my shock when I looked in on her one morning and saw she was busy on her bed masturbating.
The thought had never crossed my mind about sex, but as I closed the door in silence and left her to finish scratching that itch, I realized she was a young woman now, with sexual urges, and as with all adults, she needs to have them attended to.
Later that morning she came down to the breakfast room bright and breezy, her itch scratched, she was like any other girl, full of the joys of spring, I guess her orgasm must have been a good one.
But as we had some time that morning and being an inquisitive mother I just had to know if she cuckling, Ok, probably not a word most people have heard of, but basically, discovered the joys of cock.
'You have a boyfriend yet'?
She looked at me over the rim of her huge cup, 'Not really, well a few, but nothing serious'.
I was not surprised, I mean she had it all, looks, body, her mothers genes, and at that thought I swallowed hard.
'You fucking yet'?
Ok a bit harsh and perhaps not diplomatic, but she was a young woman, and I was there not too long ago, I mean I am sitting here confronting the product of my own desires, get to the chase.
She said nothing, just a blank stare, her long lashes fluttering over her cup, her silence spoke volumes, then she spoke.
Her education had given her the rare quality of weighing-up a carefully formulated reply to a tricky question, an answer that made me realize she was streets ahead of me.
'Not in the sense if you mean sliding on a man's greasy pole, but I do masturbate, in fact mother, I have for the last five years'.
Wow I thought, more grown-up than I imagined, to hear her say that and see her saying it, was powerful enough to cause some men to erupt in their pants.
My daughter was developing a very powerful sexual persona, and not in the least fazed about it.
'So you're still, Virgo Intacta'?
She smiled a disarming smile, then shook her head, to indicate she was not. The puzzled look in my face gave away my racing mind, finally she put me out of my misery, 'I have used your sex toys, mother'.
Now it was my face that glowed with a pinkish tinge, I had to smile, here I was sitting discussing sex with my daughter, and only finding out she has been humping my prized collection of sex implements, in fact as I mentally counted my collection, I could feel myself shrink further and further into my seat.
Finally I plucked up enough courage to ask which ones she enjoyed the most, and why was I not shocked when she said she had tried them all.
We both laughed, not loudly, she was enjoying my obvious embarrassment, totally at ease discussing sex, it was Ok with my friends, my s****r for Christs sake, but my fucking teenage daughter, I was embarrassed, confused, and losing this encounter, but there was something equally charming, in the honesty and the beauty, her needs and desires, she certainly was a healthy girl.
'Did you try them all'?
She smiled again and nodded in the affirmative, I had to ask, 'The butt thing'?
'Especially that', she replied enthusiastically, her eyes wide and excited, 'That is something I must definitely try, in life'.
She saw that puzzled look again, 'Double penetration mother, having more than one guy at a time'.
'Look I appreciate your candor, honesty, and openness', but when you decide to get off, can you lock your door, someone might walk in and catch you'.
'You mean like uncle Joe'?
Joe is my b*****r, and I have written about him in several stories, and our youthful exploits, giving him s****rly wanks and blow-jobs, and rare occasions, anal sex.
Joe never saw me as a sibling, he saw me as a sex object, and on many occasions, I would awake to Joe with his hand between my legs.
My face this time developed a different hue, the bl**d drained, I thought my b*****rs liaisons with me were buried, a dark secret, I love my b*****r and would wish him no harm, what we did together was as much my own endeavors as his, yes I was a naughty girl.
'Has Joe ever touched you'. My daughter just shook her head and said nothing more, if anything, she at least had my defensive streak, a code of silence, I Joe had, then his f****y sexual exploits were safe with us, and I respected her strength in that.
My daughter got up from the table, and went to the sink, her t-shirt did nothing to hide the fact she was naked under it.
'You have an aversion to wearing underwear'?
'None more than you mother dear', and at that pertinent reply, she flicked her t-shirt up to reveal her pert bum, a perfect derriere, bubble round atop a perfect 'V', her vagina visible and open to view, God I felt a pang of jealousy, she had it all.
She turned and walked back to the table, and stood behind the seat she had just vacated, 'Since we have had this open discussion about sex, how about you and I going to the city and buy me some sex stuff'?
My mouth fell open, 'Your grandmother would have slapped me, if I asked her that', I said in reply, and at that moment my husband walked into the kitchen, his eyes falling on his daughters pert behind, she was leaning across the chair back, so I could imagine what was on show.
I had a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, as he walked towards the table, he eyes were fixed on what she was obviously showing, it excited me on many fronts, but my daughter was unfazed as she turned to greet him.
Like his daughter, my husband also was attired in a loose fitting t-shirt, and as if to keep the fashion statement alive, he was without underpants, something our daughter had spotted, and as they hugged each other, she slipped her hand between them and give it a squeeze, I was not supposed to see that, and it sent my pulse soaring.
I suppose as I grew older I lost track of my own hidden desires, my own dark secrets, my own looks, and as I stood in front of my mirror in my own bedroom, I stripped off and stood naked, my eyes tracing my every curve.
There was a strange excitement burning in my loins, I put my hand there and felt the heat in my loins, my finger went easily, I was open and ready, wet with anticipation, my daughter had awoken my desire for sex, the possibility of Joe touching her, and she touching her father intimately, had suddenly made me desirous for sex, so heeding my own advice to her such a short time ago, I locked my door and let my mind dwell on the kitchen where she was with her daddy, what were they doing?
It only lasted a few minutes but the result was mind blowing, it was the best I had had in ages, and it left me wanting more. I never felt so alive, my daughter had rekindled my sexual appetite, and I put on my dressing gown over my naked hot body and went back into the kitchen, to announce we were going to the city, to shop and have some girly fun, my daughters eyes lit up, and at that I announced I was going to soak in the bathtub, and turned and went out to leave my amorous daughter with her horny father, I really did not mind if he was dipping into her tight hole.
We traveled on the train up to the city, and the number of stairs we were receiving made me feel more alive, I felt like a teenager myself, and said as much, my daughter confirmed it by telling me I was being ogled by some old guy two seats down.
'Maybe he want you, and not the mother', I whispered back. We giggled at the absurdity of it all, and I whispered into her ear, 'I bet he would cum in his pants if he knew we were going to a sex shop'.
'You know mummy I need to find out', and at that she asked my for the city street guide.
I gave it to her and she got up and went across to him, his face lit up and she slipped into the seat beside him, and immediately fell into conversation.
I was excited watching her, so much at ease and as she opened the street guide I saw she was pressing her leg hard against his.
'Fucking hell, what the fuck was she doing', raced through my mind. I looked around the carriage and saw we were all alone, and I looked back at them, he was tracing something on the maps surface, all the time the map was on her thighs, so his finger was touching her, she was obviously playing him, so I looked out of the train window and followed their progress from their reflection.
Watching your daughter provide an pleasurable innocence to an older man, is porn at its very best, she was intent on taking him on a pleasure cruise, the 99% of old men can only dream about in their dotage, and as his hand ducked under the map on their laps, and stroked her thigh and higher, they were sexually engaged, and I her mother was deriving pleasure from watching her in action.
Her beauty was enhanced when compared to his craggy looks, his hand obviously busy between her legs gave him an almost evil appearance, her head was back, her long blond locks hung backward, her mouth was open and her hips were moving with him, all the time he stared at her, marveling in his control as he fingered her, and he watched me, as I firmly kept my gaze averted and let him experience her.
I saw her lift her leg by bending her knee, she was having an orgasm, right there in the carriage, her dulcet overtones reaching my ears, she looked across and saw my eyes averted, so she reached under the map and started to reciprocate the sexual favor, her blond locks covering her deed as she sucked his cock, this time it was his head that swung back, it was too much to bear, I had to ease this tension, and I did not give a fuck who saw me, I started to touch myself, and looking across to them, saw he was watching my own exertions.
That was the tipping point, it was too much as he shot into her willing mouth, still hidden in the entanglement of her blond hair, and by the time she surfaced for air, I had regained composure and sat in awe, as she emptied her mouth onto the street map, and then reached up and tenderly kissed him on the mouth, before walking back to where I was sitting, his weal cum running from the printed page, the city center awash with semen.
As the day went on the encounters increased, and these will be told on the continuing story, starting with buying the sex toys and the men who helped us make up our minds