I am often asked about my first experience with sex, seeing as I am somewhat special,
Truth be told, it was kinda twisted, lol. A boy who lived in my neighborhood and I just never got along. He used to bully me something horrible. All thru school he was so nasty to me, but thank God he never knew my secret. His parents and mine were friends, tho so at least I knew they were nice, but Jeff hid his contempt for me, so I think they thought we were friends. One afternoon, Jeff broke into my locker at school and stole a necklace of mine; a locket that had been my Grandmothers. I was in tears as I hunted all over the school for him, missed my bus and had to walk home in the rain. I stopped at Jeff’s house to get my locket back. His Mom was there. She let me in and gave me a towel, as I explained what had happened. She said he had taken off again after returning home and changing. She told me she knew we didn’t get along, and that sometimes she was just at her wits end with him, hoping her would find a nice girl like me someday…a girl like me?
I told her I didn’t think anyone wanted a girl like me. She told me I might be surprised at who could appreciate me.
Jeff’s mom was the Milf of the neighborhood. Tall, blonde, leggy, totally hot, I was always nervous around her. After looking in Jeff’s room for my locket and coming up empty, she caught me staring at her hard nipple thru her shirt. “I don’t wear a bra around the house sweetie. They may not be as high as they used to be, but they still get plenty of attention”… I stammered that I thought they were very nice, and felt myself getting hard, damn my fucking sweatpants!
There was no hiding it as she looked down in admiration and smiled. Next thing I knew, our lips met, and my hand flew up her shirt. She was kissing me as her hand slipped down the front of my sweats and she grabbed my cock.”You are much bigger than I thought! Have you ever done this before sweetie?” “Nuh-no” I stammered. She took my hand and led me into her bedroom, and slowly closed the door.
Call me if you want all the juicy details. Oh, I cant forget the next day, my locket was returned to the school office in a plain white envelope, with my name on the front, and the word “sorry” on the back.
It smelled like perfume, whoever had taken it, may have gotten an envelope and an ass-chewing from their mother.
Tender flesh under my fingertips. I can feel her pulse, her trembling, her fear. I also feel my pussy juicing up and the inside of my thighs becoming as wet as her cheeks are with her tears.
