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'When I changed his diaper, I kissed his little pecker'.
I sat a little dumb-founded, studying Rosa, how can a woman so beautiful, so cultured, and highly educated, confess to such a thing.
We knew of women who, in their eyes, bestow the ultimate mother's love on their c***d. I was shocked, but intrigued.
I sat with her and was captivated by her refined tones, I am not a lesbian but have experimented with women, and right now I felt drawn-in.
Like me, she was the product of sexual advance from our fathers, they saw us as we grew and their lusting grew with us, so our way of thinking regarding sex, was different from what most would consider normal.
I guess that's why we both were drawn to each other, we shared that dark secret of i****tuous love, one that most beautiful girls experience, a jealous fathers craving and an obedient mother, willing to look the other way, as her daughter is seduced into the sordid world of family sex.
I have grown-up alongside many strange girls, where even the hardest and kinkiest of men would find hard to fathom.
Sylvia, was a girl who was hard to drag out of herself, a loner who never seemed to date the many guys wishing to bed her, 'She will return unopened', was the tag she had, and she appeared to be happy with it.
I thought she was gay and was a tad apprehensive when she asked me to stay over, but as I mentioned earlier, I did have a few experiences, and Sylvia was one of them.
As it turned out she was no shrinking violet, sexually advanced in her years, like us a daddies girl, taught to bounce on her old mans pole as soon as she hit her teens.
But her love of cock went down a different route, her lover liked to chew on a big bone, as a reward for cooling her sexual urges, she truly did need to seek help, but her so called helper, helped himself to some of her free pussy, so that avenue was shut fast, as she saw sex for what it really was, a gratuitous moment of physical contact.
From my moment of walking into her bedroom, he was all over me. 'You having your monthlies', she asked me matter-of-factly?
I nodded I was close, but not bleeding. He can smell you, and as she spoke, knelt down and fondled him, stoking his underbelly then further back until he just popped out, and when he did I gasped in disbelief.
'Now that's what you call big', said Sylvia, her smile and look of total affection, as her face was slobbered to death, showed.
She was getting into it as if my presence had made me disappear, and I watched with a teenage fascination as her long fingers caressed and held this b**st on the edge.
'Feel him', she purred, her voice shocking me back to reality, 'Here, put your hand here', and I did so in a mesmeric trance, I held him while she moved my hand in a rhythmic gentle fashion, it certainly was the biggest one I had ever handled, and after a moment, it somehow felt like the most normal thing in the world.
'I am glad you like him', she said, not really directly at me, as she was talking into his pointed face. 'It feels like I am milking a fucking goat', I said, something I did many times when in Greece, good practice for exercising men's cocks, another thing I learnt while in Greece, as the owner of the goats, continued my education in things sexual.
'His nuts are hard, I think he is close to shooting'. I could feel her hand moving lovingly as she whispered to him, encouraging him to shoot, suddenly she said, 'That's it Mariel, faster, faster', and the feeling of what I held was rock hard and pulsating, I was bringing him to a conclusion, my first ever, and somehow I felt a surge of glowing pride, I felt my femininity bloom, I was mistress over the species, a female doing what females do best, and not one iota of shame or embarrassment.
Sylvia was beaming, as she looking down at his underbelly, all red raw, drooping and steaming, yes steaming. Her head disappeared and I knew instinctively what she was doing, and like my opening comment, she took him in her mouth and cleaned him, I watched her with a deep fascination, and stroked his head as she did so, feeling strangely drawn into this little 'Ménage à trois', our little secret, something that made us special, girls are like that, we have that ability to do the most outrageous things and consider it normal.
'What does it taste like'? She looked incredibly beautiful, her lips pouted and were moist, and as she covered mine I could taste the slight salinity of the semen she held in her mouth and transferred as we swapped his seed on our pink tongues.
Then there was Christie, another young woman with a kink. Christie had the ability to orgasm when breast feeding, her diagnosis was that it was more psychological than physical, her nipples had superior nerve endings that culminated or were wired to her clitoris, so she with her son, would suckle naked until she had an orgasm.
Her lovemaking sessions saw her lie between both, the man behind her doing his bit and her son, draining her empty breasts, of course the weirdness of this act, meant her son also experienced the pleasures of the mother, Christie like Rosa, loved their male c***dren deeply and saw nothing wrong in extending that love physically, but solely in the mouth, and with their tongues.
History is full of men who were suckled into their teens, boys who were bathed by women unwilling to let them go, kissed and sucked until their seed was ingested, in some cases, before being allowed to bed their wives, slaves to the mother, I tell you some men just have no idea, how strange and weird some women are.
In later life I would allow my son to share my bed, especially during thunder storms, and when he slept I could feel him as he lay up against me, hard and dreaming, I wondered what he was dreaming about and deep down hoped it was me.
I would ease my nightdress up and let him nestle in between my soft cheeks, and in my womanly experience help him have his dream to its fullest, the warmth of a mother's buttocks, welcoming her son, I would sleep soundly afterwards, in the knowledge I was being complete, feeling my son's semen run down my thighs, back and front, was comforting, I felt complete, as many other did.
I sat a little dumb-founded, studying Rosa, how can a woman so beautiful, so cultured, and highly educated, confess to such a thing.
We knew of women who, in their eyes, bestow the ultimate mother's love on their c***d. I was shocked, but intrigued.
I sat with her and was captivated by her refined tones, I am not a lesbian but have experimented with women, and right now I felt drawn-in.
Like me, she was the product of sexual advance from our fathers, they saw us as we grew and their lusting grew with us, so our way of thinking regarding sex, was different from what most would consider normal.
I guess that's why we both were drawn to each other, we shared that dark secret of i****tuous love, one that most beautiful girls experience, a jealous fathers craving and an obedient mother, willing to look the other way, as her daughter is seduced into the sordid world of family sex.
I have grown-up alongside many strange girls, where even the hardest and kinkiest of men would find hard to fathom.
Sylvia, was a girl who was hard to drag out of herself, a loner who never seemed to date the many guys wishing to bed her, 'She will return unopened', was the tag she had, and she appeared to be happy with it.
I thought she was gay and was a tad apprehensive when she asked me to stay over, but as I mentioned earlier, I did have a few experiences, and Sylvia was one of them.
As it turned out she was no shrinking violet, sexually advanced in her years, like us a daddies girl, taught to bounce on her old mans pole as soon as she hit her teens.
But her love of cock went down a different route, her lover liked to chew on a big bone, as a reward for cooling her sexual urges, she truly did need to seek help, but her so called helper, helped himself to some of her free pussy, so that avenue was shut fast, as she saw sex for what it really was, a gratuitous moment of physical contact.
From my moment of walking into her bedroom, he was all over me. 'You having your monthlies', she asked me matter-of-factly?
I nodded I was close, but not bleeding. He can smell you, and as she spoke, knelt down and fondled him, stoking his underbelly then further back until he just popped out, and when he did I gasped in disbelief.
'Now that's what you call big', said Sylvia, her smile and look of total affection, as her face was slobbered to death, showed.
She was getting into it as if my presence had made me disappear, and I watched with a teenage fascination as her long fingers caressed and held this b**st on the edge.
'Feel him', she purred, her voice shocking me back to reality, 'Here, put your hand here', and I did so in a mesmeric trance, I held him while she moved my hand in a rhythmic gentle fashion, it certainly was the biggest one I had ever handled, and after a moment, it somehow felt like the most normal thing in the world.
'I am glad you like him', she said, not really directly at me, as she was talking into his pointed face. 'It feels like I am milking a fucking goat', I said, something I did many times when in Greece, good practice for exercising men's cocks, another thing I learnt while in Greece, as the owner of the goats, continued my education in things sexual.
'His nuts are hard, I think he is close to shooting'. I could feel her hand moving lovingly as she whispered to him, encouraging him to shoot, suddenly she said, 'That's it Mariel, faster, faster', and the feeling of what I held was rock hard and pulsating, I was bringing him to a conclusion, my first ever, and somehow I felt a surge of glowing pride, I felt my femininity bloom, I was mistress over the species, a female doing what females do best, and not one iota of shame or embarrassment.
Sylvia was beaming, as she looking down at his underbelly, all red raw, drooping and steaming, yes steaming. Her head disappeared and I knew instinctively what she was doing, and like my opening comment, she took him in her mouth and cleaned him, I watched her with a deep fascination, and stroked his head as she did so, feeling strangely drawn into this little 'Ménage à trois', our little secret, something that made us special, girls are like that, we have that ability to do the most outrageous things and consider it normal.
'What does it taste like'? She looked incredibly beautiful, her lips pouted and were moist, and as she covered mine I could taste the slight salinity of the semen she held in her mouth and transferred as we swapped his seed on our pink tongues.
Then there was Christie, another young woman with a kink. Christie had the ability to orgasm when breast feeding, her diagnosis was that it was more psychological than physical, her nipples had superior nerve endings that culminated or were wired to her clitoris, so she with her son, would suckle naked until she had an orgasm.
Her lovemaking sessions saw her lie between both, the man behind her doing his bit and her son, draining her empty breasts, of course the weirdness of this act, meant her son also experienced the pleasures of the mother, Christie like Rosa, loved their male c***dren deeply and saw nothing wrong in extending that love physically, but solely in the mouth, and with their tongues.
History is full of men who were suckled into their teens, boys who were bathed by women unwilling to let them go, kissed and sucked until their seed was ingested, in some cases, before being allowed to bed their wives, slaves to the mother, I tell you some men just have no idea, how strange and weird some women are.
In later life I would allow my son to share my bed, especially during thunder storms, and when he slept I could feel him as he lay up against me, hard and dreaming, I wondered what he was dreaming about and deep down hoped it was me.
I would ease my nightdress up and let him nestle in between my soft cheeks, and in my womanly experience help him have his dream to its fullest, the warmth of a mother's buttocks, welcoming her son, I would sleep soundly afterwards, in the knowledge I was being complete, feeling my son's semen run down my thighs, back and front, was comforting, I felt complete, as many other did.
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