Training Mother and her Daughters (Revised Version)

Training Mother and Her Daughters

At age 35, I found myself divorced after fourteen years of marriage, and for the first time in my life, living on my own. My wife and I had married “young”, with me being 21 and my ex being 18 at the time. Like many young people, we had gotten married to “get away from home”, and had been reasonably successful. We were both inexperienced with sex before our marriage, but we were both eager and quick learners, and tried virtually every position and every location, short of doing it in public, that society would allow. After a couple of years, we settled into a routine that was satisfactory for both of us, and had what we both would have described as a “good” sex life.

Unfortunately, my wife fell for the charms of her best friend’s husband, and I caught them having an affair. I was sorely tempted to blow his brains out, but the bastard was too cowardly to waste a bullet on, and simply withdrew from the scene after I confronted him. Although my wife said it “wasn’t about the sex”, I could never accept that, and we eventually divorced. I read somewhere that you can either let a situation like this destroy you, or you can use it to make you stronger. I was determined to make it the latter.

When I moved into a group of singles apartments, I noticed a number of “hardbody” females, ranging in age from 20 to 30, but I felt old and out of shape. I was 6’1” and weighed 220 lbs, and though I had always been athletic, the last few years, I had gotten soft. I started watching my diet and hitting the gym, first for three days, and working up to five days per week. It didn’t take long to drop some weight, and begin to show the results of my workouts. I also took up jogging, working up to two miles a day, and actually started to like it.

As this process was going on, I began to date, and in the first year, had dated and bedded over a dozen women. All were reasonably attractive, and a couple of them were even spectacular, but none were meant to be a long term relationship. But I learned a great deal from the experiences. During this transition period, I began to experiment and even study the sexual process. I learned what pleased women; what worked to get them to submit, and more importantly, what I really wanted in a relationship and what type of sexual activity I really enjoyed.

I came to learn that I had definite “Dominant” tendencies, and I liked to control the situation. I was not into inflicting pain, mind you, but I wanted the woman to submit to my wishes, and if she did, the most exciting thing for me was to bring her to a tremendous climax; in fact, the more orgasms, the better, though most women are usually done after only one, despite stories to the contrary. I knew all about the clitoris, but I also learned to find the “G” spot, and to find out if my partner could experience an orgasm from this stimulation. I learned that some women have difficulty having an orgasm at all, despite all manner of play, and even the use of toys. I learned that most women, though not as aroused as a man over erotic pictures, usually would enjoy erotic literature, and if a little “romance” was included, so much the better.

I had several issues of Penthouse Letters, and some of the stories were a real turn on. When I found one that I thought was particularly “sensual”, from a woman’s perspective, I would share it with my partner at the time, and the results were often spectacular. Once, I was dating a slightly older woman, and I had her read some of the stories in the recent edition, and as she did, I gently licked her labia and clit with the absolute slowest and softest strokes I could manage. She exploded in one of the wildest orgasms I have ever seen a woman have. This taught me that if I could stimulate my partner’s mind at the same time I was stimulating her body, she would invariably lose complete control, and cum like there was no tomorrow. And, of course, once you have given a woman one of these “earth shattering” climaxes, she is yours to do with as you wish. Few men seem to ever understand this secret, and instead, rush to their own pleasure, and miss out on the really good sexual experiences.

After a couple of years of the single life, and working myself into the best physical shape I had been in since boot camp, I had become aware of another important fact. I was a “prime prospect” to any single woman out there, even if I had never gone to the gym. I was clean, had a good steady job, didn’t do drugs, wasn’t a drunk and didn’t get my kicks beating up on women. At the same time, I was clearly an “Alpha male”, and more than one woman commented that I “intimidated” some people, or they found me a “little” dangerous and always felt safe when they were with me. Perhaps it was the fact that I was a cop and I didn’t take any crap from anybody.

So much for the background. About this time, a friend of mine told me about a lady he knew who was a friend of his wife, and they wanted me to meet her. They set up a dinner date, and I met Carol for the first time. She was a stunning, petite blonde. At 5’3” and 125 pounds, she had an amazing figure with breasts that were 35Cs, a twenty five inch waist and hips that were a perfect thirty five to match the upper half of her. She had baby blue eyes and a dazzling smile, and had been divorced just over a year from an abusive, alcoholic husband. She was a nurse at a local hospital, and worked almost the same hours I did.

I had managed to buy a nice house in the northern part of the city, and with the help of several buddies, had fixed it up quite nicely. It had a pool and a spa, and a houseful of comfortable, if inexpensive, furniture. After our first date, Carol came back to my house with me, and it was clear that she was impressed with its appearance and neatness. We made out on the couch for a bit, and though I could have made love to her right there, I made it a point not to have sex on the first date, especially if I thought I would really like the lady. This kept me in control, and often resulted in the lady in question being much more eager to please the next time, if only from a feeling of insecurity. Women often believe they control the sexual side of a relationship, but it doesn’t take a great deal of effort to reverse that control.

On our second date, it was different. In fact, we never even left the house. We had sex on the couch, on the floor, in my bed and in a half dozen different positions. Carol loved sex, and as I discovered, she loved being dominated. I didn’t have to inflict pain; I simply controlled her position, her pace, and made her ask for permission to cum. For whatever reason, this intensified her climax, and made her want even more. As I said earlier, not all women are multi orgasmic, but Carol was. I could often get her off three or more times before I climaxed, and this only brought her more under my control. I learned her husband was not a very good lover, and according to Carol, he often withheld sexual satisfaction from her as a form of punishment. Foolish man!

On our third date, I went to Carol’s house for dinner, and met her two lovely daughters. I am not normally one who is into very young girls, but both of her daughters were spitting images of their mother. Jennifer had just turned 14, and was an extremely cute little blond who also had huge baby blue eyes, and the kind of young figure that was already ripe, and made her look like an adult. Her breasts were pert, and her ass was almost a perfect heart shape. She was about five feet and about 100 pounds, and wore extremely form fitting short shorts and a halter top that left little to the imagination. Her sister Pamela was eleven, “almost twelve” as she told me, and except for the boyish figure that had not yet begun to blossom, was almost identical to her sister. For whatever reason, both girls gave off a sensuality and suggestiveness that was beyond their years, but Carol didn’t seem to notice, or to care.

We had a very nice dinner, and I took them all out for ice cream after, and we got home around nine, which was close to the girls’ bedtime. They both went in to shower and get ready for bed while Carol and I cleaned up the kitchen and did the dishes. As we finished, and I started for the living room, the bathroom door in the hallway opened, and Jennifer emerged, naked except for a towel held in front of her, and started for the bedroom. She looked over her shoulder and saw me looking, and just smiled and continued on. I felt my cock jump a bit, but that’s only normal.

After the girls were in bed, Carol and I settled on the couch and made out, waiting until we thought the girls would be asleep, and then I began to touch her and fondle her. Carol had done one of the things I asked her; she was not wearing a bra, since we weren’t going out in public, and she had no panties on. It made access to her sensitive places much easier. I was wearing shorts and a polo shirt, and After I had Carol nice and warmed up, she slid down to the floor, and as I lay back on the sofa and spread my legs, she unzipped my shorts and fished out my cock and began to lick and stroke it. She has an extremely soft and gentle mouth, which I like, because it allows me to hold off cumming for an indefinite period. She had been working at this for about five minutes, when I happened to open my eyes, and when I looked over, Pamela stood in the hall entry, in her pajamas and holding a blanket in front of her, watching us. I don’t know how long she had been there, or just what she had seen, but I sat straight up, and Carol came off of me, startled and wondering what was going on. She saw where I was looking, and turned to see Pamela just standing there.

“Mommy, I’m thirsty” Pam explained. Carol got up as though nothing had happened, and went to the kitchen, got her daughter a glass of water, then took her to her bedroom and tucked her in. “Do you think she saw what you were doing?” I asked when Carol returned, but she didn’t seem concerned and thought Pam had just gotten up and was still half asleep and saw nothing.

We retired to her bedroom, and I was even more aroused than before.