I woke up suddenly, scared, not knowing where I was. And then I remembered, and the tears
flowed quickly. Sitting up, my legs tightly tucked underneath me, I pulled the blankets up
to my chin.
Doug was gone. That was good. I didn't want to see him again. Not after last night. Not
after what he did to me. I looked around the room; his room. The posters of rock stars,
athletes, and mostly naked women. All the trappings of your average 16-year-old boy, I
suppose. Piles of old shoes, dirty clothes strewn across the floor, and hey! That's my
underwear! I suddenly realized I was naked, and I pulled the covers even closer to me, and
my eyes watered again.
I thought back to last night. Everything started out all right. I met Doug at the party,
and we seemed to hit it off from the beginning. Since I live across town I go to a
different high school, and so I didn't know many people at the party; in fact, I only went
because Tonya wanted to go, but didn't want to go alone. Well, of course, Tonya is so
pretty, and so out-going, she became the life of the party, as she usually is. And I got
kind of left out. But Doug was nice; he seemed so genuinely interested in me. I guess that
was my problem. He kept giving me drinks. I'm not even sure what was in them. I'd never
had alcohol before, and I don't remember too much after that. I have vague recollections of
him kissing me, and driving me somewhere in his car. . . . . and now I'm sitting here, in
his bed, totally naked, and I'm crying, sobbing loudly, unable to control myself.
After a few moments, I gather myself, collect my thoughts, and despite the pounding in my
head, I begin to make some decisions. First of all, I have to get out of this bed. I throw
back the covers, swing my legs over the side and lunge for my panties. I don't make it. My
legs are weak, and I collapse on the floor. I fight back the urge to cry again, and with a
sudden resolve I push myself up off the floor, and stand straight in the middle of the room.
My head still throbs, and my chest heaves, my breathing sporadic. I slowly count to ten,
then take a step, then another. I'm reaching for my panties now, bending down as I do so.
I hear the door open behind me. I'm doing all I can not to fall over, but to no avail, I
collapse in a pile on the floor. Conscious of the presence behind me, I cover myself as
best I can, but I know it's not enough. Whoever is standing there can see all of me. I
wish I could die.
"What the hell?" The voice is a woman's, startled and maybe angry? I don't know, I'm just
glad it's not Doug. His girlfriend? I turn quickly, and the pain shoots through my brain,
but I see an older woman, maybe in her forties. She has shoulder length hair; a brunette,
soft lines on her face, her mouth open, her blue eyes wide. She's wearing a bathrobe, her
hands, one still on the doorknob, the other hanging loosely at her side. I can't help it, I
start crying again.
"Who are you? What's going on?" I heard her say, this time though, I heard compassion. I
looked up at her again. She had come closer, and now knelt down beside me. I couldn't
speak. I just stared at her.
"Did Doug do this to you?" She asked quietly, and I nodded, and the tears poured out again.
She ran her fingers through my hair, and held my head, massaging my scalp. It felt good,
but I couldn't stop crying.
"I'm so sorry, child. I didn't know. . . " Her voice trailed off. She continued to stroke
my head, straightening my tangled blonde hair. I lay curled on the floor, still naked,
still crying.
"Doug is my son." She said, her voice stronger. And then, much quieter. "Did he rape
you?"
I could hear the pain in her voice, and I suddenly felt for her, how strange it must be to
find a naked girl in her son's room. I wiped the tears from my eyes, and looked at her.
"No, I don't think so." I said weakly. "I'm not sure what happened. . . . I . . . .I just
woke up, I don't know where I am. Where's Doug?" I didn't want him to be in this house, I
knew that much. I remembered now, him pulling off my sweater, and sucking on my nipples,
biting them. I looked down at my breasts, looking for teeth marks, but thankfully, didn't
see any.
"Doug's not here." She said, but I barely heard. I was looking down at my body, trying to
figure out what happened. I felt her continue to rub my head. It was soothing, and my
memory was starting to return. No, Doug didn't rape me. I remember him lifting my skirt,
and ripping my panties. I turned to look at what I had clutched in my hands, and sure
enough, it was my underwear, torn, ripped off my body sometime last night.
"Honey?"
I suddenly realized that this woman had been talking to me. I sat up then, wincing at the pain
in my temples. "I'm sorry, my head hurts, I'm just trying to remember what happened."
"What's your name?"
"Kate."
"Kate, you can call me Rita. Come, let me put you in the bathtub. You can relax, I'll take
care of you."
She helped me to stand, holding me steady by putting her arms around my waist. It was weird.
I was naked, and in the arms of a strange woman; the mother of the guy that ****ed me last
night. But it felt OK, she was kind, genuinely kind, and I thought back to last night. Doug
was like this, wasn't he?
She led me across the hall and into the bathroom. She turned on the water, and poured in the
bubbles. I climbed in, letting the warm water cover my body. It was very soothing. I closed
my eyes, and for the first time I felt my muscles relax.
Last night became clearer. Yes, I know I wanted him; Doug, last night. I was a virgin, I'd
never seen, or felt, a penis before. But now I remember holding Doug's in my hand, I remember
how hot it felt. He had said something to me, what was it? I don't remember, but I think he
actually asked me if I wanted him. Yes, that was it. His eyes, they were so bright, so blue,
so wanting. And I did want him.
But it hurt. He spread my legs, and entered me. I wasn't ready for that, not yet. And it
hurt. I thought it was supposed to be so great, so perfect. I expected pleasure, but all I
felt was pain. It didn't last long, I don't think. Just a couple of minutes, maybe, then I
felt him pull out, and I felt this hot, sticky mess running down between my legs. Then he
kissed me, and it was good, again. I liked his kisses. I don't remember what happened next, I
think I was relieved that he was finished with me, but it felt good just to be in his arms,
Doug's arms. I must have passed out. That's all I can remember. . . .
I opened my eyes with a start, once again temporarily confused about where I was. But the warm
water caressing my body, and the soothing touch of Doug's mother as she washed my hair, brought
me back to reality. "So it was your first time?" I hadn't realized that I had been speaking
out loud as I recalled last night's events. "My first time was pretty painful for me, too. I
didn't know what I was doing, and neither did the guy I was with. But Doug should have known.
He's been with girls before, and I've talked to him about sex. Since his father left us twelve
years ago, the two of us have been pretty close, and we talk about a lot of things. I've tried
to teach him. But it takes time, but believe me, once you figure it out, and if you're with a
lover who cares about you, sex is truly awesome."
"I don't know if I want a next time," I said, looking up at her, "Not if it feels like this
afterwards, I don't ever want to feel like this again."
"Let me teach you. . . .I can show you what to do. . . . we can make sure that you never feel
this way again." Rita stood up, and undid the belt of her robe. She slowly let it fall to the
floor, and there she was, naked now, just like me. But she wasn't just like me. Her breasts
were much larger, much fuller, with big, round nipples. Her waist wasn't tiny, but still she
looked to be in great shape for a mother of a 16-year-old. Her pubic hair was dark, but
trimmed neatly, allowing me to see her lower lips, contrasting to my blonde bush, which covered
my mound completely. Her legs were long, her thighs creamy white, and appeared quite strong.
She lifted one leg and set it in the tub. Then the other, and she sat down facing me,
spreading her legs as she did, to put one on each side of me. She seemed totally at ease, and
I no longer felt the awkwardness of being naked with a strange woman.
"It took me a long time to figure out how to pleasure myself. I was naïve, married the first
guy I slept with, and tried to be a loving housewife. I knew my husband was having affairs,
but I accepted it, I guess I didn't know what to do about it." Rita was massaging her breasts
as she spoke. I just stared at her as I listened to her story. "I never initiated sex, he
took me whenever he wanted. It seemed to happen less and less frequently, I guess I wasn't
satisfying him, but I didn't know how. Well, anyways, he just left one day. Called a week
later, said he had filed for divorce. He left me a lot of money, but that was it. I haven't
seen him since." Her hands moved down her body, past her stomach, down to her *****. Her legs
instinctively spread, I felt her toes curl behind me. I was transfixed at the sight of her
fingers gently moving up and down across her slit. "It took me a long time, but I decided that
I needed to be stronger. Could no longer depend on a man, I had to take care of myself. And
Doug. I didn't need a job, but I found one anyway, and I began my new life. I started
exercising. I made some friends. . . . after awhile I realized that I missed having sex. Not
that I ever really enjoyed it, but I longed just to be touched. And I began masturbating."
Her fingers were moving quickly over her clitoris now, and her chest was rising up and down.
Her eyes were closed, she continued, but I wondered if she had forgotten that I was there. "I
bought some books, and rented some movies. . . and learned some techniques." She had two
fingers in her ***** now, and was working them in and out, so quickly. "I have several. . . .
vibrators. . . that I use. . . almost every night. I really like cumming. . . . . " her head
thrown back, her moans overtook her words, and I could see her close her lower lips, squeezing
her fingers. She came, and her whole body shook. She looked like she was miles away, lost in
her own world, a world of absolute pleasure.
After a minute she opened her eyes, and stared at me, the naked girl she had found in her son's
room. "Let's go to my room, Kate. I want you to feel what I just felt." She stood up, and
for a brief minute, her ***** hovered just above my face. I could smell her; I liked that.
She pulled me up, and wrapped a towel around both of us, pressing our bodies together, her
breasts just under my chin. I liked the way her body felt, so warm, so safe and secure. She
dried us. I let her lead me down the hall, and into her room. She guided me to the bed, and I
lay down. I had no expectations. I didn't know what to be thinking, I just let everything
happen. I wanted to feel what she had felt in the bathtub.
She spread my legs, and began kissing my knees, my thighs, the inside of my thighs. I spread
my legs wider. I don't know what she was doing, but it was so good, so electrifying. I had a
tingling sensation in my *****, something I've never felt before, and I wanted it to continue
forever. She ran her tongue up one leg, across my clit, and down the other leg. She did it
again, faster this time. Then again, but this time stopping right on my clit. My hips bucked
in an automatic reflex. I was so wet, I'd never been like this before. I felt her tongue
enter me. It slid in so easily, so unlike the feel of Doug's **** last night. She licked my
inner walls, and again I could feel a rush of wetness. Rita brought her tongue back out, and
moved up to my hardened clit. She put a finger where her tongue had been, and began working it
in and out. She sucked me, and finger ****ed me at the same time. I couldn't control my body,
it was writhing in a pleasure that I had never before experienced. Intuitively, I pinched my
nipples, squeezing my breasts. I was sobbing again, but this time with ultimate pleasure. I
reached down, and touched Rita's hair. Her head was bobbing in a wild motion as she ate my
*****. I cried out, and felt another wave of wetness, this time much more massive, and I knew
this was an orgasm.
Rita licked me until my body stopped moving. Then she crawled up my body, and kissed me on the
mouth. She tasted sweet. I realized that that was what I tasted like. I liked it. "Thank
you, " I whispered in her ear as she nuzzled my neck.
Rita continued to kiss me, rubbing her body into mine as she did. It felt wonderful. I didn't
want it to end. She was grinding her big breasts into mine, our very erect nipples touching.
Her tongue probed my mouth, and I sucked all my juices from her lips. The energy between us
was incredible. My hangover from the night before was long gone. I was in a new world, a
world that seemed completely natural to be making love with the mother of the guy who ****ed me
not twelve hours ago. Rita and I were lost in this world of pleasure, and completely oblivious
to the figure standing in the doorway.
It was Rita who finally noticed him. She had pulled herself up on top of me, straddling my
face, offering her ***** to me. I had stuck out my tongue to touch her wetness, slowly at
first, then quite eagerly. Rita held her lower lips open, and fingered her clit, while I drove
my tongue into her hole. I could tell she was about to *** again, her body moved the way it
had in the bathtub, and I readied myself for her sweet juices. As she let loose, soaking my
face, she turned her body, screaming in pleasure, and that's when she noticed her son.
"Doug? What are you doing?" Rita asked after her breathing returned to normal.
"Mom, what are you doing?!!"
I heard the exchange, and immediately tensed up. I tried to look, but Rita's thighs were
pinning me down. My legs were spread wide, my ***** dripping wet, and I could feel Doug
staring at me. I quickly pulled my legs up, banging my knees against Rita's back.
"You didn't take care of this lovely girl last night, honey. You left her alone, scared, and
hurt."
"I didn't. . . no, I just went out to get something for breakfast, something special, last
night was awesome. She was sleeping, I wanted to make her breakfast in bed. Mom, what are
you doing???"
"Doug, last night was not awesome for everyone." His mother's voice was firm, commanding.
"You didn't make it perfect for Kate." She lifted one leg, and swung it over me, finally
allowing me to see her son. I sat up quickly. Doug stood there, an unbelieving look on his
handsome face. I remember now why I spent so much time with him at the party last night. He
was holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand, his other hand buried in his jeans pocket. He
took the lecture from his mother well. "I've told you about being with girls.
Sixteen-year-old girls are not the same as 16-year-old boys. You have to take your time, you
have to make sure they are ready for you. I know you want it so badly, but you have to pace
yourself. Now I've shown Kate what to do, how to take care of herself. But if you want to be
a good lover, you need to be able to take care of your partners. Come here."
Doug did as he was told. I felt an urge to get up and run, but with Rita there, I decided I
was safe. Safe and even excited.
Doug approached the bed and stood next to his naked mother. Rita took his hand, held it, and
placed it on my *****. I was looking at Doug, but his eyes avoided mine. As the palm of his
hand felt my wet pubic hairs, he tried to jerk it away, but his mother held it in place. "See
how wet she is? This is the way it needs to be before you enter her." With her hand on top of
his, the two of them slowly massaged my *****. The tingling sensations returned, and I closed
my eyes, and laid back, my head on the pillows.
I opened my eyes when they removed their hands. Rita was holding her son's fingers up to his
mouth. "Taste it Doug. Taste her. Taste Kate."
I watched Doug slowly lick his fingers. I couldn't help but notice the bulge growing in his
jeans. His mother began to unbutton them, and gently pulled them down, along with his boxer
shorts. His **** sprang out, instantly standing straight up. Rita licked her lips, and turned
and looked at me. "Come touch it Kate." She took my hand, and just like she placed Doug's
hand on me, she wrapped both of our hands around his cock. It felt hot, and I could feel it
pulse. I could see tiny drops of liquid oozing from the tip. With Rita guiding me, I began
slowly stroking him up and down. Doug pulled off his shirt and stood there looking at us. His
mother and I stroked him faster.
"Kate, sweetheart, take him into your mouth."
"What? How?" I asked nervously.
"Like this, hon." Rita leaned forward, her right hand on top of mine squeezing her son's cock,
her left hand holding his balls, her tongue extended, touching the tip of the throbbing cock.
Doug moaned, his eyes opened wide, as he watched his mother take his hard-on into her mouth.
Rita moaned also as she licked all around the head, and then down his shaft, and then finally
began sucking her son's cock. I watched for a few minutes and then decided that I wanted to
try it myself.
"My turn." I said as I aggressively moved in with my hands, pulling Doug's **** out of his
mother's mouth, and quickly pushed it into mine. He tasted salty, and it felt so hot on the
roof of my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the tip just like Rita had done, and then began
sucking. With my hands I pumped his shaft, up and down, and I felt the large vein on his
swollen member pulse. Doug began to buck his hips wildly as he ****ed my mouth. I kept
sucking, and I felt Rita put her hands on my head and Doug's ass, holding us together. Doug
started moaning loudly, and all of a sudden I felt his whole body tense. I felt a hot jet of
liquid hit the back of my throat, and I caught myself from gagging, and continued sucking. But
it was too much, and I had to let his **** out of my mouth. His *** kept shooting, hitting my
face, and as I tried to keep it from spilling out of my mouth, I saw Rita stick her tongue out
and she caught the last drops of her son's load. The taste was salty and the texture was
sticky, but I loved it. I loved the way it felt as it ran down between my breasts. I started
licking Rita's face, and she did the same to me. I was so turned on. ****, this felt great!
I wasn't ready for this to end. I lay down on the bed, my legs spread wide, and pulled Rita on
top of me. We kissed passionately, still licking Doug's *** off of each other. I looked at
Doug, who was still just standing there, his **** now semi-erect. He had an unbelieving look
on his face; I'm sure it was difficult for him, having just been blown by me with the help of
his own mother, and now watching as his mother and I wildly licked and sucked each other. Rita
noticed Doug's look then as well, and she sat up, inviting her son to join us. "Doug, it's ok
hon. Come be with us. We've talked about [blacklisted]efore, but I think it's much better to show
you." She reached out and took hold of her son's **** again, cupping his balls. "Kate got you
off dear, now you have to get her off. Look at her, she's so horny, she loved sucking your
cock. You need to eat her *****, and then put this **** in her ********
Rita wrapped her arms around her son's upper body, kissed him on his chest, then pulled him
down on the bed. She positioned his head on top of my waiting ***** and told him to eat me.
Doug did as he was told. His tongue reached out, tentative for only a second, and then he was
diving in, licking all that he could. When his tongue found my clit I reached down and held
his head. "Right there baby." I said. Meanwhile Doug's mother had climbed on top of me,
sitting on my face so I could taste her *****, and so she could watch her son eat mine. It
wasn't long before her juices were flooding my mouth, and I was cumming on Doug's anxious
tongue. We both cried out as the waves of pleasure overtook us, and as Doug stood up then, I
noticed that his **** was fully hard again.
"Can I **** her now, Mom?" Doug asked as he stroked his cock. I could see my juices dripping
off his chin.
"I think she's ready, sweetheart."
"Yes! **** me Doug, **** me **** me **** ME!!"
Rita rolled off me, and although Doug needed no assistance, she took her son's cock, quickly
stroked it twice, then placed it at the entrance of my ***** Doug then slammed it into me.
Unlike last night, it slid in easily. He was in up to his balls and it felt wonderful. He
began humping me faster and faster, moaning with each thrust. My hips were bucking to meet
him. Rita kept trying to suck on my clit while her son's **** ****ed my ***** but our bodies
were moving so wildly it was impossible for her to do so. But even so, the sensation of her
mouth and the rapidly moving piston in my ***** was enough to drive me way over the edge.
"I'm cummmmminnnnnnggggggg!!!!!" I yelled out as yet another wave of pure pleasure washed over
my body. Doug held his **** in me as my body writhed for what seemed like hours, but was
actually only a moment. I was completely lost during that time and I couldn't tell if Doug had
came at the same time or not. When I finally stopped shaking I looked up and saw Rita and Doug
both smiling at me. Rita had a firm grip on the base of Doug's **** with the tip of it still
buried in my ***** Doug's body was shaking, but it looked like he was also beginning to regain
some composure.
"Do you see what kind of pleasure a good lover can bring to a woman?" Rita asked her son. He
nodded his head, a huge smile still on his face. "I didn't let you *** Doug, because I want
you to **** me. I want you to give me this kind of pleasure. I want to *** just like Kate
did, with your **** in my ********
She pulled his **** out of me, and I rolled over, making room for Rita to lie down. With a
firm grip on her son's cock, she lay down, spread her legs wide, and positioned the head of the
**** on her lips. "**** me Doug." She commanded.
And he did. He slammed into her hard, all the way in. Then back out, and in again faster. I
watched the two of them **** like this for several minutes. Rita was crying out, "Faster,
harder, c'mon son, **** me!" And Doug was talking back to her, "Take my **** mom, I'm *******
your *****, you're so ******* wet, you're so ******* horny mom!" I was in awe, and I couldn't
help but start fingering my clit again. Soon I was cumming, and so were Rita and Doug. Rita,
her body moving just like mine, **** shaking, hips still bucking, and Doug, his ass jerking
wildly with each final thrust of his **** into his mother's *****. When the last drops of
Doug's *** were spent he collapsed on Rita, and the two of them embraced, their mouths finding
each other. I watched them kiss, and I envied the love they felt for each other.
I wish I had someone at my home that I could share such personal moments with. But as I moved
over to join my new lovers I knew that I would always be welcomed in this house. And I also
knew that from now on, I would be ******* every chance I got.
flowed quickly. Sitting up, my legs tightly tucked underneath me, I pulled the blankets up
to my chin.
Doug was gone. That was good. I didn't want to see him again. Not after last night. Not
after what he did to me. I looked around the room; his room. The posters of rock stars,
athletes, and mostly naked women. All the trappings of your average 16-year-old boy, I
suppose. Piles of old shoes, dirty clothes strewn across the floor, and hey! That's my
underwear! I suddenly realized I was naked, and I pulled the covers even closer to me, and
my eyes watered again.
I thought back to last night. Everything started out all right. I met Doug at the party,
and we seemed to hit it off from the beginning. Since I live across town I go to a
different high school, and so I didn't know many people at the party; in fact, I only went
because Tonya wanted to go, but didn't want to go alone. Well, of course, Tonya is so
pretty, and so out-going, she became the life of the party, as she usually is. And I got
kind of left out. But Doug was nice; he seemed so genuinely interested in me. I guess that
was my problem. He kept giving me drinks. I'm not even sure what was in them. I'd never
had alcohol before, and I don't remember too much after that. I have vague recollections of
him kissing me, and driving me somewhere in his car. . . . . and now I'm sitting here, in
his bed, totally naked, and I'm crying, sobbing loudly, unable to control myself.
After a few moments, I gather myself, collect my thoughts, and despite the pounding in my
head, I begin to make some decisions. First of all, I have to get out of this bed. I throw
back the covers, swing my legs over the side and lunge for my panties. I don't make it. My
legs are weak, and I collapse on the floor. I fight back the urge to cry again, and with a
sudden resolve I push myself up off the floor, and stand straight in the middle of the room.
My head still throbs, and my chest heaves, my breathing sporadic. I slowly count to ten,
then take a step, then another. I'm reaching for my panties now, bending down as I do so.
I hear the door open behind me. I'm doing all I can not to fall over, but to no avail, I
collapse in a pile on the floor. Conscious of the presence behind me, I cover myself as
best I can, but I know it's not enough. Whoever is standing there can see all of me. I
wish I could die.
"What the hell?" The voice is a woman's, startled and maybe angry? I don't know, I'm just
glad it's not Doug. His girlfriend? I turn quickly, and the pain shoots through my brain,
but I see an older woman, maybe in her forties. She has shoulder length hair; a brunette,
soft lines on her face, her mouth open, her blue eyes wide. She's wearing a bathrobe, her
hands, one still on the doorknob, the other hanging loosely at her side. I can't help it, I
start crying again.
"Who are you? What's going on?" I heard her say, this time though, I heard compassion. I
looked up at her again. She had come closer, and now knelt down beside me. I couldn't
speak. I just stared at her.
"Did Doug do this to you?" She asked quietly, and I nodded, and the tears poured out again.
She ran her fingers through my hair, and held my head, massaging my scalp. It felt good,
but I couldn't stop crying.
"I'm so sorry, child. I didn't know. . . " Her voice trailed off. She continued to stroke
my head, straightening my tangled blonde hair. I lay curled on the floor, still naked,
still crying.
"Doug is my son." She said, her voice stronger. And then, much quieter. "Did he rape
you?"
I could hear the pain in her voice, and I suddenly felt for her, how strange it must be to
find a naked girl in her son's room. I wiped the tears from my eyes, and looked at her.
"No, I don't think so." I said weakly. "I'm not sure what happened. . . . I . . . .I just
woke up, I don't know where I am. Where's Doug?" I didn't want him to be in this house, I
knew that much. I remembered now, him pulling off my sweater, and sucking on my nipples,
biting them. I looked down at my breasts, looking for teeth marks, but thankfully, didn't
see any.
"Doug's not here." She said, but I barely heard. I was looking down at my body, trying to
figure out what happened. I felt her continue to rub my head. It was soothing, and my
memory was starting to return. No, Doug didn't rape me. I remember him lifting my skirt,
and ripping my panties. I turned to look at what I had clutched in my hands, and sure
enough, it was my underwear, torn, ripped off my body sometime last night.
"Honey?"
I suddenly realized that this woman had been talking to me. I sat up then, wincing at the pain
in my temples. "I'm sorry, my head hurts, I'm just trying to remember what happened."
"What's your name?"
"Kate."
"Kate, you can call me Rita. Come, let me put you in the bathtub. You can relax, I'll take
care of you."
She helped me to stand, holding me steady by putting her arms around my waist. It was weird.
I was naked, and in the arms of a strange woman; the mother of the guy that ****ed me last
night. But it felt OK, she was kind, genuinely kind, and I thought back to last night. Doug
was like this, wasn't he?
She led me across the hall and into the bathroom. She turned on the water, and poured in the
bubbles. I climbed in, letting the warm water cover my body. It was very soothing. I closed
my eyes, and for the first time I felt my muscles relax.
Last night became clearer. Yes, I know I wanted him; Doug, last night. I was a virgin, I'd
never seen, or felt, a penis before. But now I remember holding Doug's in my hand, I remember
how hot it felt. He had said something to me, what was it? I don't remember, but I think he
actually asked me if I wanted him. Yes, that was it. His eyes, they were so bright, so blue,
so wanting. And I did want him.
But it hurt. He spread my legs, and entered me. I wasn't ready for that, not yet. And it
hurt. I thought it was supposed to be so great, so perfect. I expected pleasure, but all I
felt was pain. It didn't last long, I don't think. Just a couple of minutes, maybe, then I
felt him pull out, and I felt this hot, sticky mess running down between my legs. Then he
kissed me, and it was good, again. I liked his kisses. I don't remember what happened next, I
think I was relieved that he was finished with me, but it felt good just to be in his arms,
Doug's arms. I must have passed out. That's all I can remember. . . .
I opened my eyes with a start, once again temporarily confused about where I was. But the warm
water caressing my body, and the soothing touch of Doug's mother as she washed my hair, brought
me back to reality. "So it was your first time?" I hadn't realized that I had been speaking
out loud as I recalled last night's events. "My first time was pretty painful for me, too. I
didn't know what I was doing, and neither did the guy I was with. But Doug should have known.
He's been with girls before, and I've talked to him about sex. Since his father left us twelve
years ago, the two of us have been pretty close, and we talk about a lot of things. I've tried
to teach him. But it takes time, but believe me, once you figure it out, and if you're with a
lover who cares about you, sex is truly awesome."
"I don't know if I want a next time," I said, looking up at her, "Not if it feels like this
afterwards, I don't ever want to feel like this again."
"Let me teach you. . . .I can show you what to do. . . . we can make sure that you never feel
this way again." Rita stood up, and undid the belt of her robe. She slowly let it fall to the
floor, and there she was, naked now, just like me. But she wasn't just like me. Her breasts
were much larger, much fuller, with big, round nipples. Her waist wasn't tiny, but still she
looked to be in great shape for a mother of a 16-year-old. Her pubic hair was dark, but
trimmed neatly, allowing me to see her lower lips, contrasting to my blonde bush, which covered
my mound completely. Her legs were long, her thighs creamy white, and appeared quite strong.
She lifted one leg and set it in the tub. Then the other, and she sat down facing me,
spreading her legs as she did, to put one on each side of me. She seemed totally at ease, and
I no longer felt the awkwardness of being naked with a strange woman.
"It took me a long time to figure out how to pleasure myself. I was naïve, married the first
guy I slept with, and tried to be a loving housewife. I knew my husband was having affairs,
but I accepted it, I guess I didn't know what to do about it." Rita was massaging her breasts
as she spoke. I just stared at her as I listened to her story. "I never initiated sex, he
took me whenever he wanted. It seemed to happen less and less frequently, I guess I wasn't
satisfying him, but I didn't know how. Well, anyways, he just left one day. Called a week
later, said he had filed for divorce. He left me a lot of money, but that was it. I haven't
seen him since." Her hands moved down her body, past her stomach, down to her *****. Her legs
instinctively spread, I felt her toes curl behind me. I was transfixed at the sight of her
fingers gently moving up and down across her slit. "It took me a long time, but I decided that
I needed to be stronger. Could no longer depend on a man, I had to take care of myself. And
Doug. I didn't need a job, but I found one anyway, and I began my new life. I started
exercising. I made some friends. . . . after awhile I realized that I missed having sex. Not
that I ever really enjoyed it, but I longed just to be touched. And I began masturbating."
Her fingers were moving quickly over her clitoris now, and her chest was rising up and down.
Her eyes were closed, she continued, but I wondered if she had forgotten that I was there. "I
bought some books, and rented some movies. . . and learned some techniques." She had two
fingers in her ***** now, and was working them in and out, so quickly. "I have several. . . .
vibrators. . . that I use. . . almost every night. I really like cumming. . . . . " her head
thrown back, her moans overtook her words, and I could see her close her lower lips, squeezing
her fingers. She came, and her whole body shook. She looked like she was miles away, lost in
her own world, a world of absolute pleasure.
After a minute she opened her eyes, and stared at me, the naked girl she had found in her son's
room. "Let's go to my room, Kate. I want you to feel what I just felt." She stood up, and
for a brief minute, her ***** hovered just above my face. I could smell her; I liked that.
She pulled me up, and wrapped a towel around both of us, pressing our bodies together, her
breasts just under my chin. I liked the way her body felt, so warm, so safe and secure. She
dried us. I let her lead me down the hall, and into her room. She guided me to the bed, and I
lay down. I had no expectations. I didn't know what to be thinking, I just let everything
happen. I wanted to feel what she had felt in the bathtub.
She spread my legs, and began kissing my knees, my thighs, the inside of my thighs. I spread
my legs wider. I don't know what she was doing, but it was so good, so electrifying. I had a
tingling sensation in my *****, something I've never felt before, and I wanted it to continue
forever. She ran her tongue up one leg, across my clit, and down the other leg. She did it
again, faster this time. Then again, but this time stopping right on my clit. My hips bucked
in an automatic reflex. I was so wet, I'd never been like this before. I felt her tongue
enter me. It slid in so easily, so unlike the feel of Doug's **** last night. She licked my
inner walls, and again I could feel a rush of wetness. Rita brought her tongue back out, and
moved up to my hardened clit. She put a finger where her tongue had been, and began working it
in and out. She sucked me, and finger ****ed me at the same time. I couldn't control my body,
it was writhing in a pleasure that I had never before experienced. Intuitively, I pinched my
nipples, squeezing my breasts. I was sobbing again, but this time with ultimate pleasure. I
reached down, and touched Rita's hair. Her head was bobbing in a wild motion as she ate my
*****. I cried out, and felt another wave of wetness, this time much more massive, and I knew
this was an orgasm.
Rita licked me until my body stopped moving. Then she crawled up my body, and kissed me on the
mouth. She tasted sweet. I realized that that was what I tasted like. I liked it. "Thank
you, " I whispered in her ear as she nuzzled my neck.
Rita continued to kiss me, rubbing her body into mine as she did. It felt wonderful. I didn't
want it to end. She was grinding her big breasts into mine, our very erect nipples touching.
Her tongue probed my mouth, and I sucked all my juices from her lips. The energy between us
was incredible. My hangover from the night before was long gone. I was in a new world, a
world that seemed completely natural to be making love with the mother of the guy who ****ed me
not twelve hours ago. Rita and I were lost in this world of pleasure, and completely oblivious
to the figure standing in the doorway.
It was Rita who finally noticed him. She had pulled herself up on top of me, straddling my
face, offering her ***** to me. I had stuck out my tongue to touch her wetness, slowly at
first, then quite eagerly. Rita held her lower lips open, and fingered her clit, while I drove
my tongue into her hole. I could tell she was about to *** again, her body moved the way it
had in the bathtub, and I readied myself for her sweet juices. As she let loose, soaking my
face, she turned her body, screaming in pleasure, and that's when she noticed her son.
"Doug? What are you doing?" Rita asked after her breathing returned to normal.
"Mom, what are you doing?!!"
I heard the exchange, and immediately tensed up. I tried to look, but Rita's thighs were
pinning me down. My legs were spread wide, my ***** dripping wet, and I could feel Doug
staring at me. I quickly pulled my legs up, banging my knees against Rita's back.
"You didn't take care of this lovely girl last night, honey. You left her alone, scared, and
hurt."
"I didn't. . . no, I just went out to get something for breakfast, something special, last
night was awesome. She was sleeping, I wanted to make her breakfast in bed. Mom, what are
you doing???"
"Doug, last night was not awesome for everyone." His mother's voice was firm, commanding.
"You didn't make it perfect for Kate." She lifted one leg, and swung it over me, finally
allowing me to see her son. I sat up quickly. Doug stood there, an unbelieving look on his
handsome face. I remember now why I spent so much time with him at the party last night. He
was holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand, his other hand buried in his jeans pocket. He
took the lecture from his mother well. "I've told you about being with girls.
Sixteen-year-old girls are not the same as 16-year-old boys. You have to take your time, you
have to make sure they are ready for you. I know you want it so badly, but you have to pace
yourself. Now I've shown Kate what to do, how to take care of herself. But if you want to be
a good lover, you need to be able to take care of your partners. Come here."
Doug did as he was told. I felt an urge to get up and run, but with Rita there, I decided I
was safe. Safe and even excited.
Doug approached the bed and stood next to his naked mother. Rita took his hand, held it, and
placed it on my *****. I was looking at Doug, but his eyes avoided mine. As the palm of his
hand felt my wet pubic hairs, he tried to jerk it away, but his mother held it in place. "See
how wet she is? This is the way it needs to be before you enter her." With her hand on top of
his, the two of them slowly massaged my *****. The tingling sensations returned, and I closed
my eyes, and laid back, my head on the pillows.
I opened my eyes when they removed their hands. Rita was holding her son's fingers up to his
mouth. "Taste it Doug. Taste her. Taste Kate."
I watched Doug slowly lick his fingers. I couldn't help but notice the bulge growing in his
jeans. His mother began to unbutton them, and gently pulled them down, along with his boxer
shorts. His **** sprang out, instantly standing straight up. Rita licked her lips, and turned
and looked at me. "Come touch it Kate." She took my hand, and just like she placed Doug's
hand on me, she wrapped both of our hands around his cock. It felt hot, and I could feel it
pulse. I could see tiny drops of liquid oozing from the tip. With Rita guiding me, I began
slowly stroking him up and down. Doug pulled off his shirt and stood there looking at us. His
mother and I stroked him faster.
"Kate, sweetheart, take him into your mouth."
"What? How?" I asked nervously.
"Like this, hon." Rita leaned forward, her right hand on top of mine squeezing her son's cock,
her left hand holding his balls, her tongue extended, touching the tip of the throbbing cock.
Doug moaned, his eyes opened wide, as he watched his mother take his hard-on into her mouth.
Rita moaned also as she licked all around the head, and then down his shaft, and then finally
began sucking her son's cock. I watched for a few minutes and then decided that I wanted to
try it myself.
"My turn." I said as I aggressively moved in with my hands, pulling Doug's **** out of his
mother's mouth, and quickly pushed it into mine. He tasted salty, and it felt so hot on the
roof of my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the tip just like Rita had done, and then began
sucking. With my hands I pumped his shaft, up and down, and I felt the large vein on his
swollen member pulse. Doug began to buck his hips wildly as he ****ed my mouth. I kept
sucking, and I felt Rita put her hands on my head and Doug's ass, holding us together. Doug
started moaning loudly, and all of a sudden I felt his whole body tense. I felt a hot jet of
liquid hit the back of my throat, and I caught myself from gagging, and continued sucking. But
it was too much, and I had to let his **** out of my mouth. His *** kept shooting, hitting my
face, and as I tried to keep it from spilling out of my mouth, I saw Rita stick her tongue out
and she caught the last drops of her son's load. The taste was salty and the texture was
sticky, but I loved it. I loved the way it felt as it ran down between my breasts. I started
licking Rita's face, and she did the same to me. I was so turned on. ****, this felt great!
I wasn't ready for this to end. I lay down on the bed, my legs spread wide, and pulled Rita on
top of me. We kissed passionately, still licking Doug's *** off of each other. I looked at
Doug, who was still just standing there, his **** now semi-erect. He had an unbelieving look
on his face; I'm sure it was difficult for him, having just been blown by me with the help of
his own mother, and now watching as his mother and I wildly licked and sucked each other. Rita
noticed Doug's look then as well, and she sat up, inviting her son to join us. "Doug, it's ok
hon. Come be with us. We've talked about [blacklisted]efore, but I think it's much better to show
you." She reached out and took hold of her son's **** again, cupping his balls. "Kate got you
off dear, now you have to get her off. Look at her, she's so horny, she loved sucking your
cock. You need to eat her *****, and then put this **** in her ********
Rita wrapped her arms around her son's upper body, kissed him on his chest, then pulled him
down on the bed. She positioned his head on top of my waiting ***** and told him to eat me.
Doug did as he was told. His tongue reached out, tentative for only a second, and then he was
diving in, licking all that he could. When his tongue found my clit I reached down and held
his head. "Right there baby." I said. Meanwhile Doug's mother had climbed on top of me,
sitting on my face so I could taste her *****, and so she could watch her son eat mine. It
wasn't long before her juices were flooding my mouth, and I was cumming on Doug's anxious
tongue. We both cried out as the waves of pleasure overtook us, and as Doug stood up then, I
noticed that his **** was fully hard again.
"Can I **** her now, Mom?" Doug asked as he stroked his cock. I could see my juices dripping
off his chin.
"I think she's ready, sweetheart."
"Yes! **** me Doug, **** me **** me **** ME!!"
Rita rolled off me, and although Doug needed no assistance, she took her son's cock, quickly
stroked it twice, then placed it at the entrance of my ***** Doug then slammed it into me.
Unlike last night, it slid in easily. He was in up to his balls and it felt wonderful. He
began humping me faster and faster, moaning with each thrust. My hips were bucking to meet
him. Rita kept trying to suck on my clit while her son's **** ****ed my ***** but our bodies
were moving so wildly it was impossible for her to do so. But even so, the sensation of her
mouth and the rapidly moving piston in my ***** was enough to drive me way over the edge.
"I'm cummmmminnnnnnggggggg!!!!!" I yelled out as yet another wave of pure pleasure washed over
my body. Doug held his **** in me as my body writhed for what seemed like hours, but was
actually only a moment. I was completely lost during that time and I couldn't tell if Doug had
came at the same time or not. When I finally stopped shaking I looked up and saw Rita and Doug
both smiling at me. Rita had a firm grip on the base of Doug's **** with the tip of it still
buried in my ***** Doug's body was shaking, but it looked like he was also beginning to regain
some composure.
"Do you see what kind of pleasure a good lover can bring to a woman?" Rita asked her son. He
nodded his head, a huge smile still on his face. "I didn't let you *** Doug, because I want
you to **** me. I want you to give me this kind of pleasure. I want to *** just like Kate
did, with your **** in my ********
She pulled his **** out of me, and I rolled over, making room for Rita to lie down. With a
firm grip on her son's cock, she lay down, spread her legs wide, and positioned the head of the
**** on her lips. "**** me Doug." She commanded.
And he did. He slammed into her hard, all the way in. Then back out, and in again faster. I
watched the two of them **** like this for several minutes. Rita was crying out, "Faster,
harder, c'mon son, **** me!" And Doug was talking back to her, "Take my **** mom, I'm *******
your *****, you're so ******* wet, you're so ******* horny mom!" I was in awe, and I couldn't
help but start fingering my clit again. Soon I was cumming, and so were Rita and Doug. Rita,
her body moving just like mine, **** shaking, hips still bucking, and Doug, his ass jerking
wildly with each final thrust of his **** into his mother's *****. When the last drops of
Doug's *** were spent he collapsed on Rita, and the two of them embraced, their mouths finding
each other. I watched them kiss, and I envied the love they felt for each other.
I wish I had someone at my home that I could share such personal moments with. But as I moved
over to join my new lovers I knew that I would always be welcomed in this house. And I also
knew that from now on, I would be ******* every chance I got.
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