At The Age of Discovery

She would sneak from her room and sit next to her mother’s bedroom door and listen to the sounds of sex. Yes, she knew about sex, she and her friends talked about sex, and they all agreed that they couldn’t wait until they could go to bed with a boy, but unlike her friends, her body was still formless. She was a late bloomer, unisex clothes hung limply from her chest and hips, she was getting impatient waiting for her tits to blossom, her body to change. She wanted to look like her mother, beautiful, hot, sexy; even the girl sensed the stunning sexuality that her mother exuded. She liked listening to her mother fucking her boyfriends because it made her shiver, her bald, smooth little pussy hummed with tension and after she heard her mother cry out her release she would go back to bed and use both hands to tease away the tightness, the tension. She could make herself climax but she wasn’t aware enough of her burgeoning sexuality to realize what was happening. She just knew it felt good when her body tingled and her little crack got wet enough to put her brush handle in.

She wanted to see sex, she wanted to watch her mother and her boyfriend fuck so she planned and waited, schemed and plotted until the right moment.

It was Christmas Eve, her mother was getting drunk on eggnog, laughing and teasing her current man friend, the second in the year. Her mother allowed her two glasses of the rum-laced holiday drink so she got drunk herself. She said good night and left the lovers, saying she had to go to bed before Santa came. She crept to her mother’s room and sat in the closet surrounded by dresses and shoes. The closet door was slatted for ventilation so she had a clear view of the queen-sized bed that dominated the room. She didn’t have to wait long, her mother and he came into the room, still laughing, still teasing. The woman grabbed the bulge in his pants then dropped to her knees and bit the outline of his cock while working to open his pants. The mother pulled them down, off his hips and the daughter saw a prick for the first time in her life.

The mother grabbed the cock and pulled it into her mouth while the man’s hands stroked her hair. She suckled the end of it while he thrust in and out over her tongue. The daughter was having a difficult time breathing, her breath was coming faster, her heart was thudding. As she watched, the man’s prick grew fatter, longer while her mother nursed on it.