A literotic sexstories: Young Sophia 1 by randie ,
my sons girlfriend
This is an ongoing fictional story that I am posting here in short chapters. The sex doesn’t start till the third section
Now I am not a lesbian by any means. But I do enjoy a womans body from time to time. I like my ladies curvy. I don’t want to rest my head on her shoulder and feel bones. I once had a girl friend who I was afraid I would break . She was 5 ft 7 inches and weighed about 97 lbs. When I spread her legs to lick her pussy I think I could have folded her up like a piece of origami
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I love kinky dirty sex and burying my face in a sweet wet pussy sucking on a clit like it is a tiny little cock…..is well just damn hot and nasty. Makes me cum buckets. But I truly love men. I desire their attention. I feel safe and content sitting at my man’s side. I also think that a penis can be a beautiful thing. The one I have now is fabulous. And I love older men. Daddy figures. Always have. I need to feel subservient. Like a powerless little girl. It makes my whole body just sing with excitement.
Anyway, I am a curvy lady, and it seems that my son likes curvy girls. He recently introduced me to a new friend of his. Sophia Marie . My son is a freshman and met her at a senior Halloween party. My son has always been a rather mature young man and dances to his own beat. I encourage his uniqueness. Sophia is a senior. She is 18. Two years older than him and she is a curvy girl.
I was in my bedroom when she arrived at our house. We have a long hallway and I could see her standing by the front door from the back of the hall. Even from way back there I could see how her dark hair fell down past her shoulders and rested on top of her full firm buxom breasts. She wore a navy sweater shirt that had a v neck showing plenty of beautiful cleavage and a pair of skin tight jeans that made her curves look so desirable. I just wanted to run my hands all over her right then and there. I thought she was stunning.
I walked up to her and my son introduced us. She extended her hand and we shook. Nice firm handshake. I looked her in the eyes as we were introduced. Her eyes were big and dark and deep. Full lips, white clear skin. I was immediately attracted to her. How could I not?
“Hi Ian’s mom. Nice to meet you.”
“Well nice to meet you too Sophia. It’s good to put a face to the other end of the phone my kid has been glued to for weeks.”
Since the day they met at the Halloween party, they had not missed one day of texting each other. As soon as my kid got up in the morning till he went to sleep they were texting. I had even had a conversation with him about his time spent texting. I told him I wouldn’t make him cut back so long as he continued to keep up his grades and his responsibilities.
She was outgoing, not shy. She laughed a lot. She kept saying how much she liked being at our house. She and my son were making a gingerbread house for Christmas that she had brought from home. And I was just kind of hovering a bit watching and thinking how lucky my son was. I was rooting for him. He picked a very voluptuous girl. I was hoping he would make some good young sexual memories with her. Not necessarily intercourse but young first time stuff like his first kiss. Maybe his first breast grope. Innocent things. She was after all, two years older than him. I had been sexually active by then. Hell, I had been sexually active by my son’s age.
I told the kids I had to run an errand and it would take about 20 minutes, I had thought it would take longer but I finished early. So what do you think I would find upon my early return? Sex? Drugs? Nope. They had eaten the center out of my pecan pie I had made for my Gentleman friend.
“What the fuck guys? You ate the center out of the pie?! Really?”
My kid’s lame response was, “Sorry Maaa” in his ‘I’m not really sorry but I will say I am just to appease you’ voice.
“I made that special for someone ya know.”
“I’m really sorry Ian’s mom. I will make it up to you. I ‘ll make another pie,”
“Well he can have something else. He didn’t need the pie. Give him your chocolate chip cookies, Ma.”
“I made the pie for him. I shouldn’t have to substitute cookies. He does a lot for us and I like to be able to do things for him, ya weenie.” Weenie being my pet term for my kid.
I have to admit I was a bit irked. Not furious or anything.
Sophia said, “you can give him a little sex instead, that will make him happy.”
Now being a teen age boy like most teen age boys they don’t really want to imagine their moms having sex. So that’s when my kid piped in and said “no, no, no! My mom’s never had sex. I’m a product of an immaculate conception.”
“Yes, Sophia I am still a virgin.”
That’s when Sophia said, “well if that’s the case, then I can still be a virgin too.”
That made me wonder just what she meant by that. Just how experienced was this buxom beauty?
I found my thoughts returning to Sophia often over the next week. Remembering her beautiful breasts, and those big brown eyes, succulent full lips. I imagined holding her tightly to me and pressing our breasts together. How it would feel running my hands over those shapely hips and letting my fingers trail to the crack of her ass then running my hand down till I was slipping my fingers between her legs.. I’ll bet I could make her wet. Very wet. She is probably a screamer too. Fantasies. Heavy sigh.
On Saturday, my son told me he had plans to hang out with Sophia again that Sunday. I was a bit excited. Thinking of her shapely curves got me more than a little excited. I was again in my bedroom when she arrived. I stayed in my room for a bit reading and listening to them out in the living room. I finally decided to go out and make some coffee.
“Hi again Ian’s mom. Every time I’m here, you’re making coffee. ”
“Every time you’re here I’m just getting up.”
“I brought you some cookies. They’re apology cookies for eating all your pecan pie last time I was here.”
“Thats very kind. I appreciate that. How sweet.”
“They’re macadamia white chocolate chip. I felt so bad I wanted to make it up to you.”
I went over to where she was standing by the table with the cookies and gave her a quick hug. Again, she had on a low cut top and it was red so it really set off her dark hair and eyes. And it really accentuated her breasts. Also, I could see right down it as I hugged her. Heavy sigh. She was so soft and smelled so good.
“I like your mom,” she said to my son.
“Yeah, my mom is actually pretty cool for a mom.”
“Gee thanks kiddo. You make me feel all warm and mushy inside. What are you two going to do?”
“We want to watch American Horror Story. ”
“Ok. Behave. I’m gonna go drink my coffee and shower.”
“’K mom. ”
And then I hear another “K mom, ” from Sophia .
I take my coffee and go back to my lair to drink it and check emails before I shower.
During my shower, I close my eyes to just feel the water hitting my body. My mind went back to thinking of Sophia. As I started to rub soap all over my body, I imagined her there with me. Keeping my eyes closed, I wondered what it would be like to feel those heavy breasts smashing up against mine as I kissed her. Imagining her naked skin glistening as the water poured down her body. How it would feel as our slippery flesh slid against each other. As I ran my hands all over my breasts, soaping them up, I imagined soaping her. Running my hands all over her breasts, using my thumb to run circles all around her nipples. Making them stand at attention. I pinch her nipples, slippery with the soap, making her moan. Running my hands down her soft full belly, around to her sides and all over her curvy hips. The rivers of white soapy foam running down her body between her legs. I slide my hand to the front of her body, and ease my fingers between her legs. Feeling what? Hair? Or a shaved soft cunt? That’s when I realize my own hands are between my hairless lips fingering my clit. But the image is shattered because I don’t know if she shaves or not. How silly of me. So I finish up my shower and get dressed
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