A literotic sexstories: A mother's indecent gift – Part 1 by laterlifestories ,
My “True Stories” are told as accurately as my memory will permit. Nothing is embellished to make it a “better” story. The only intentional changes are privacy details, such as names.
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BACKGROUND
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One of her earliest sexual experiences was BDSM in nature, and she loved it. She told her older sister about it, and instead of being excited and supportive, her sister chastised her. Her sister’s rebuke was so thorough and extreme that it led to years of sexual repression. In part this meant anytime she had even a remotely taboo thought or she found herself wanting anything other than missionary sex, guilt sunk in and she’d mentally abuse herself for being a “bad” person.
One year on her birthday, her friends were joking her, as friends will do, because she was such a boring person who never took chances or did anything unexpected. As they laughed, she took it to heart and realized it wasn’t funny…it was true. A month later she finally worked up the courage to change her life.
It was at this point our paths crossed, and when we met she truly was sexually repressed. Probably the biggest hurdle we dealt with was younger and family taboo. She couldn’t bring herself to even consider fantasies or rolplays involving a younger girl, even if she was over 18. Additionally, she was so opposed to even completely generic incest fantasies, it was nearly a year before she’d speak her daughter’s names to me, even in causal conversation. Despite her youngest daughter being 18, she feared me knowing too much about either of them as that might lead to me having sexual thoughts involving them.
Much had happened between our initial meeting and the time of this event, but that covers the core of what you need to know about her for now..
As for me, the one piece I will add is that I have a panty fetish. At the time of this event it wasn’t uncommon for her to masturbate in panties and leave them at my place, for me to enjoy, when she wasn’t around. In addition, there had been a handful of occasions in which she’d leave a pair of panties with me that she’d “borrowed” while visiting a friend. She was a “pleaser”, and she enjoyed knowing she could help me indulge my fetish.
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ACTUAL EVENT
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It was a day, just like any other in which Cindy came over. I opened the door as she came in wearing the jeans and t-shirt she wore at work. Her job often left her hot and sweaty and she hadn’t been home, changed, taken a shower or done any of the things most women would do before an expected intimate encounter. My needy, and orgasm addicted. friend had wasted no time in coming to see me so she could get her fix. Going home meant she might get tied up in someone else’s nonsense, and that wasn’t a risk she was willing to take.
There had been a time in which she considered one orgasm a week to be more than enough. but those days felt like a distant and unpleasant memory. Her need and thirst for pleasure virtually overruled every other thought and desire these days, and neither of us wanted it any other way.
We sat on the couch and talked for approximately 20-minutes, about nothing in particular. It was strange, no matter how much we both wanted each other, we almost always started by talking. At times we would talk for so long that one of us would be needing to leave before anything sexual had happened at all. Don’t misunderstand, neither of us ever left until we’d both cum, and that was why we had both begun being notoriously late for even major events. We were friends, we were fuck-buddies, we trusted each other completely, we were highly sexual but we were also horrible at time-management.
As we sat there talking, I could tell Cindy’s mind wasn’t fully engaged. It wasn’t any one thing, she just seemed to have her guard up slightly. Most days she followed my lead, talking and flirting, until I finally moved things from pleasant conversation to our more sexually based activities.
I had chosen not to say anything to her about the way she was acting, thinking it was related to something at work. If that was the case, then I would help her take her mind off of that soon enough.
Cutting our conversation short, I placed a hand on her leg, wrapped my other arm around her, and pulled her closer, kissing her. As we started to kiss I felt her body relax.
Moving my body closer to her, I let my fingers climb into her hair, taking her curls in my fingers as I applied pressure, pulling her head back gently.
She gasped slightly, and predictably, and from that, I knew she was mine. It only took a mild show of force or dominance these days to bring her to the point of submission and needing to please me. She really was a good girl, especially when her need to please took over.
My hand left her knee and went under her shirt, pushing her bra up and out of the way as I began caressing her firm breasts. Her nipples were sensitive and hard, just as they always were with me. I honestly don’t believe I’ve ever touched her nipples when they weren’t already hard, and today was no exception. I knew she loved her nipples played with, and after another few moments, I also knew she’d be begging for my cock to be inside her.
Surprisingly, she pulled away and stood up. I looked at her, perplexed at first, but then I saw her pull her shirt off and then reach back to unhook her bra. She let both fall to the ground as I just stared at her, taking in her body.
Her body wasn’t perfect, especially since she’d had kids, but her breasts still looked like they belonged to someone half her age. Seeing her undress so openly in front of me showed just how far she’d come. She no longer hid her stomach from my view, instead she stood there in my living room, on display, knowing that the sight of her was helping fuel my erection.
Next she reached down and undid her jeans. She bent over as she pushed them down around her ankles before stepping out. Bending over once more, she took her socks off and gave me a smile that was part mischievous and part nervousness.
Before I could ask what she was thinking, she very simply, and clearly, told me to “Undress”. And then, if there was any doubt, she added, “Completely”.
Her telling me what to do wasn’t normal, but we’d been seeing each other too long to pretend like we didn’t know where this was going, and even if it was out of character, she was right…I’d need to be naked. Not saying a word, I removed my shirt, shorts and boxers just like she’d asked, noticing that she watched me just as closely as I’d been watching her just moments before.
Fully naked, I sat on my couch, still looking at her. Satisfied that I’d done as she wanted, she took the small step back towards me, closing the distance. Wearing only her panties, she spread her legs and straddled me as she sat on my lap.
I loved her straddling me, but once again, this was unlike her. Like so many females, she still clung to that silly belief of “I’ll crush you”, so I always had to initiate, or tell her when I wanted her on top before she’d take that position. Yet for some reason, today she had brazenly climbed onto my naked lap.
She wrapped her arms around me and began kissing me again. Her kisses became more passionate as our tongues began to intertwine more. Her breasts were pressed against me, and even if I hadn’t been rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples, I’d have known they were hard due to how firmly she was pressing her body against me.
I positioned one of my hands near her ass as I began to direct her hips, having her grind her panty covered pussy against my very hard cock. I could feel the heat radiating from beneath her panties, yet despite all of this, something still seemed off.
By this point in time she should be nearing the pure mindless stage of her arousal. I had expected her hand on my cock, or her sinking to her knees to start sucking my cock, all in a way to elevate my arousal to her own.
No matter how turned on I was, her need always surpassed my own, as if coming from a bottomless well of pent up sexual desire that would never run dry or be quenched. Her effort to turn me on more was a dance we played until the teasing became too much for either of us to handle. However, she wasn’t following my lead or responding to what I was doing, instead this appeared to be a new game…her game…and she was intentionally distancing herself mentally from what was going on in order to maintain control.
I had to admit, I was enjoying this new and more in control woman, who confidently straddled my lap. I was about to show her how much I enjoyed it by directing her head towards my cock, but as if knowing my intent, she leaned back and pulled away from me.
I incorrectly thought this meant she was about to descend to her knees on her own, but instead she reached down towards the floor. Her hands went to her jeans and from her pockets she pulled out her phone and an empty plastic shopping bag.
I was thoroughly confused as she sat the bag down next to us on the sofa and proceeded to unlock her phone. She held her phone up in front of her, the screen hidden from my view, ignoring me and almost acting like nothing had been going on moments before.
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