My Mother The Model
My Mother The Model
Sex Story Author: | fbailey |
Sex Story Excerpt: | She was struggling but it was hard to tell if she was acting or really trying to get away. Then |
Sex Story Category: | Consensual Sex |
Sex Story Tags: | Consensual Sex, Fiction, Group Sex, Incest, Teen Male / Female, Teen Male/Teen Females, Virginity |
Fbailey story number 477
My Mother The Model
She just lay there as I massaged her naked beasts, squeezing her woman flesh, and tugging on her hard nipples. I was sitting on her stomach at the time, her hands were holding onto my headboard, and she was giving out tiny screams of pleasure with each orgasm. Then she begged me to fuck her.
That was where I always woke up…
I had been having that same sexual dream every night for the past two weeks…ever since I walked in on my mother in her bathroom.
Now my mother is beautiful and I do mean beautiful. She was a model up until just before I was born, then she quit her job to raise me. She has a whole scrapbook of beauty pageants, photo shoots, and magazines that she had appeared in. However, since I was almost fourteen years old and could be trusted alone for a while she recently had gone back into the business.
Anyway when I opened the door to the bathroom there was my nude mother standing on one leg with her other leg up on the toilet seat shaving her pussy. I just stared at her naked body, I had never seen her pussy before and having it freshly shaved, totally bald, and staring me right in the face, surprised me. I don’t know if seconds or minutes had gone by, but she never said a word until I had had my fill of her nudity and started to turn away.
Mom said, “Don’t go I need your help. I have a bikini shoot this afternoon and I need you to shave me. I might cut myself and I am sure this photographer wants some extreme close-ups of my crotch in the skimpiest bikini he can find for me to wear.”
So it was then that I got to shave my mother’s pussy a second time just to assure that all of the hair had been removed. That included shaving around her asshole, pulling on her pussy lips, and rubbing my hand all over her shaved pussy to feel for any stubble. When I told Mom that my tongue was more sensitive than my hand was she smiled and said, “Okay then you had better lick me all over twice just to make sure that you didn’t miss any hairs.”
I came in my underwear as I licked my mother’s pussy and tasted her fluids as they leaked out of her hole. She had a sweet taste, almost like honey, I decided that it was the nectar of the Gods.
Mom said, “I’ve wanted for you to do that for a long time. I’m glad that you walked in on me. I might need more from you when I get back from my shoot. If that guy thinks that he can fuck me afterwards, he is greatly mistaken. I’d rather let you fuck me. However, I have to finish getting ready. You can watch if you want too.”
I followed Mom into her bedroom. She fixed her hair, she applied her makeup, and she put on a bulky dress with no underwear. Mom explained that the photographers did not like marks on her body from tight bras and panties or even tight clothing. She further explained that she would make sure that her dress was smooth under her as she sat in the car.
I asked if I could go with her and she said, “Some other time. This photographer isn’t interested in my kids.”
I asked, “What is he interested in?”
Mom smiled and said, “I’ll show you when I get home. I’ll let you do everything that he wants to do to me.”
Then Mom kissed me and left.
Three hours later Mom came home and she was mad as hell. She said, “That fucking bastard screwed me out of half my money because I wouldn’t let him fuck me.”
I asked. “Isn’t that wrong?”
She replied, “You bet it is but who would I complain too? It’s his word against mine. Maybe I should have taken you with me after all.”
Mom said, “Just let me take a nice long bath first and then I’ll I let you do all of the things that he wanted to do to me.”
I watched as she took off her shoes and that big baggy dress and walked into the bathroom. She didn’t even bother to close the door. We had reached a new point in our lives and I liked it.
I also had an hour to kill before Mom would be out of the bathtub. I got on my bicycle and headed to the address of the studio that I found on the counter. It was a small doorway that led up a long flight of stairs. I opened his door and walked in. No one was there but I heard a commotion in the back somewhere. I snuck around until I could see what was making the noise.
He had a nude girl tied and gagged and he was taking pictures of her.
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