0 comments/ 719898 views/ 74 favorites Cumming to Terms By: klrxo I got home from school to find mom in my room. She had completely cleaned it for me and was vacuuming as I walked in. Mom looked exactly like Jammy Lee Curtis and was always adorned in the most beautiful sundresses. Her high-heeled sandals left almost all of her beautiful feet exposed for me to admire. I stopped in the doorway before she saw me and watched her gorgeous, heart-shaped ass as she ran the vacuum across my floor. Her big breasts swayed beneath the thin covering. She turned the vacuum off and greeted me with her usual gleeming smile. "Hey, sport, how was your day?" She asked. "Okay, I guess. I didn't expect to come home to this." I answered. "Yeah, well its obvious that our definitions of a clean bedroom are totally different." She said. "Sorry...I'll try to keep a better handle on it." I muttered. "Yeah, I've heard that one before. Just at least keep the trash picked up for me, okay?" She asked. She rolled the cord to the vacuum and moved towards the doorway. "Oh...and one more thing, tiger... She reached in her dress pocket and pulled out a pair of her silk panties. "From now on when your done with my panties, put them back in my hamper, okay?" She asked. She looked into my eyes with a slight smile, then walked out of my room. I wanted to die. I'd been raiding mom's hamper for a long time and obviously forgot about the panties I stashed. Although embarrassed, I was a bit suprised that mom wasn't more upset. I just hoped she wasn't going to tell my dad. Maybe if I apologized she would keep it between us. I went downstairs to the kitchen where she was preparing dinner. "Mom." I said. "Yeah, sweety?" She answered. "Sorry about the panty thing." I said. "You just need to be a little more careful, sport. I really don't want you to have to explain to your father why you have a pair of his wife's panties in your room." She said. "Right, I guess I wasn't thinking." I stated. She walked over and sat next to me at the table. "Can I ask you a few things about your panty fetish." She asked. I laughed, a bit shamefully. "Yeah, I guess." I answered. "Well you get them out of my hamper so I assume you prefer them after they're worn." She said. I knodded, looking at the ground. "Is it the smell you like?" She asked. "Yeah." I answered. "What about the taste...do you lick the crotch?" She continued. I knodded once again. I couldn't believe I was being this candid with my own mother. "I would assume that you masturbate while doing this, am I right? She asked. "Yeah, most of the time." I confessed. "My panties are silk. You must like the feel of them sliding against your skin." She asked. "Yeah." I muttered. "Do you have any questions about my panties, surely you must?" She asked. I looked up from the floor bravely. "What makes them smell and taste the way they do?" I asked. "A women secretes a fluid from her genitals throughout the day. The same fluid that lubricates the vagina in preparation for sexual intercourse." She answered. "Mom, can I ask you something really personal?" I asked. She smiled. "Okay, as long as I get my turn...deal?" She answered. I knodded. "Do you and dad do it a lot?" I asked. "Do it?" She asked. "You mean do we have a lot of sex?" "Yeah." I said. "Well, your fathers sexual appetite is not as big as it once was and mine...well it is, and always has been extremely insatiable." She said. "We do manage to get in some good lovemaking every few days or so." "What do you--" "Hold on, buster, it's my turn." She stated. She looked into my eyes with a curious grin. "I want to know if you've ever humped anything besides your mother's panties?" She asked. "No, not really." I answered. "Not really, I have, or not really I'm a virgin?" She asked. "A virgin." I said. I was beginning to feel more comfortable with own candid Q&A. She smiles ear to ear. "Okay, what's your question?" She asked. "What's it like for a man, you know, when he has sex?" I asked. "Well, I can't really say since I'm a woman, but I would imagine its alot like when a penis is wrapped in silky panties. You must know that feeling?" She said. We exchanged smiles. "I can tell you that the place a man puts his penis during sex is like no other place on earth. It's a warm, soft, wet place that can give you feelings you haven't even begun to experience." She said. There was a long pause as she stared me in the eyes. "When you have the crotch of my panties up to your mouth and nose, you're thinking about that special place aren't you?" She asked. I knodded. "Be honest with me, sweetie. It's MY special place your thinking about, isen't it?" She asked. I took a big gulp. "Yes." I answered. She smiled warmly. "I thought so." She said. There was a long awkward pause as she studied my uncomfortable state. "Your father will be home any minute. After he's gone to bed tonight I think we should continue where we left off. We have alot more to talk about, as well as some very important decisions to make." Cumming To Terms Jan Roth thought that her marriage was happy. She had still no clue, after 23 years of marriage to Reuben Roth, that he was not pleased or satisfied with her performance. She was just too vanilla for his taste, plain and simple. She only wanted missionary sex- albeit a lot of it. There were other factors as well. Jan was Episcopalian, and a devout one at that, whereas Reuben was Jewish. Jan had been a virgin on her wedding night. Reuben had several girls before her. He had even cheated on her during their engagement, figuring that she had no right to object, since she was not putting out for him. Being the sort to follow his commitments, however, as long as others lived up to theirs, Reuben quit cheating as soon as they were married. He no longer felt right sleeping around on someone who was now holding up her end of the bargain. He still felt that she was not opening up enough to sexual possibilities, though, which should not have surprised him, since she was a more conservative member of her church. Reuben was convinced that he would be happiest in a monogamous setting, or had been, just as he had been convinced that his teenage infatuation would make for a lasting, loving marriage. Both notions were obviously false by now, but he was not one to break his vows, and he did not want to hurt the children, so he stayed until the last one was ready to go. All of this time, his sweet, suburban wife was oblivious to his dissatisfaction. He did not have anyone in particular lined up yet, but that was okay. He just wanted out of this unsatisfactory marriage. He was tired of the clashes between them. He was equally tired of her reluctance to do anything inventive in bed. He was weary of her determination to be "Supermom", working her tail off, to the point that she rarely had time to think, or take an interest in intellectual matters, or politics, both of which intrigued him. All of this added up to his decision, made earlier, but implemented now, to leave Jan, and ask for a divorce. The kids were grown, so there would be no custody, child support, or other child-related issues, and the mortgage was paid off, so the house could be let go without trouble. "Jan, honey, I need to talk with you. Can you sit down for a bit? This isn't good news, I'm afraid." "Okay, sweetie, but I have little time, so we can make it quick, or talk later?" "Jan, that's part of the problem. You're working yourself into an early grave. You need to scale back a bit with the activities, but that's not the main issue. Jan, it pains me to admit this, but I want a divorce." "A what?" "A divorce. We're over. I'm sorry, but I can't take any more of this marriage, now that the kids are gone." "You mean that you have stayed for them?" "Yes." "How long have you felt like this?" "3 years, at least." "Jesus Christ! Why didn't you say something?" "Because, it was already too far gone to help, even then." "Do you mean that talking, and therapy, such as counseling, couldn't help?" "You don't get it, Jan. We were high school sweethearts, and we fell into the trap of thinking that we should get married, because it was more romantic. We should have made sure that we were more compatible. I don't think that we are." "Well, I just don't get this. I have been very happy in this marriage, but you haven't?" "Nope. That's the problem. We're too different. You're happy with missionary-style sex, as long as you get it daily. I'm all for regular sex, but I need variety. I am tired of vanilla." "Vanilla? What's that?" "What traditionally is done. Vaginal, missionary-style, monogamous sex, with no kinks or fetishes." "Where do you get these terms? Porno magazines?" "Yep, and other sources. The point is that we are not really right for each other. We never were, but we fell for the old myth that 'love conquers all'." "Is that it? Sex?" "No. There is also the fact that you are still trying to convert me to Christianity, or at least get me to church, after over 2 decades of marriage. I'm happy being Jewish, like my parents, and I don't see anything wrong with the faith of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob." "Well, if you are sure that you don't want to be married to me, I will let you go, on one condition." "What's that?" "I think that we will both be kinda lonely and horny in between spouses, so I must insist that I get to have sex with you, once a month." "Once a month?" "Yes. Ex sex, once a month." "Won't this make you feel weird, doing me outside of marriage, against your religion?" "Not really. You are still my soulmate, and I want at last a chance of getting you back, plus, I have never made love to any other man, so I need to adjust to the change." "Wow! Okay, I suppose that will be acceptable, for now, but I can't promise anything in the future." "That's fine. Eventually, I will find a new mate, and I will release you from that condition." "Thank you." "Deal, then?" "Deal." It was the strangest bargain that Reuben Roth had ever struck in his life, but he figured that it could be worse. To be continued... Cumming to Terms Jess and Michelle have been friends for 3 years now. They met when they lived in the same dorm hall back in freshmen year at Virginia Tech. They weren't roommates but they became close friends. Today they are together, a couple in there senior year of college. Their paths weren't likely to cross; Michelle is a Biology major and Jess is an English major. But one fateful night during freshmen year brought them together and changed their lives forever. "I don't care Mom! This is who I am and it makes me happy!" Michelle yelled violently to her mother through intense tears. Michelle's mother called and asked how she was doing in her second month of college. Michelle told her that she is a lesbian. Michelle had come to terms with it, why couldn't her mother? Different generations and different values Michelle told herself, recovering from the tears and exhaustive breathing. She thought to herself, "I should have waited to tell her until I had someone; someone to help me through this." The crying came back. She didn't care how loud it was. No one understood the pain. Down the hall Carrie, a young 19-year-old freshman, was trying to read The Canterbury Tales by Chaucer but was interrupted when she heard loud yelling and deep crying. She ran down the hall not knowing what she would find. The door was ajar. She peeked inside and saw a tall thin girl sobbing on her bed. Carrie wanted to comfort her but she couldn't barge in. Carrie recognized her from around the halls. This girl, Michelle was her name, had shoulder length flowing brown hair. She was so beautiful. Her breasts had to have been at least D-cups. Michelle was hot, but Carrie couldn't check her out now that she was so upset. She knocked. "Come in," Michelle managed to say between the tears and trying to dry her face. This was so embarrassing. It was probably her roommate Katherine she thought. Michelle looked at the doorway and there stood a gorgeous girl with short blonde highlighted hair. She was wearing a small tight pink top and it flattered her small breasts. She wore short cut off jeans that didn't make it to her knees. "Are you alright?" asked Carrie hesitantly. She looked at Michelle and walked in taking a seat next to her. "It is just family problems. Its nothing major," lied Michelle. Her mother just told her never to come home again. Carrie rubbed her back and felt Michelle's bra-strap as she did so. "Do you want to talk about it?" asked Carrie. Michelle explained the situation in shame thinking Carrie would get freaked out and leave. "You should come to the meeting of the Gay Straight Alliance with me tonight. Michelle looked up. "You?" she whispered. "Yes. I'm a dyke too," said Carrie before the two broke out in laughter. Carrie couldn't believe a girl this hot was a lesbian and available. Carrie leaned in and kissed Michelle on the cheek then left to go take a shower. Michelle thought to herself, "This could be what I need right now. I need people who will support me. I can't believe Carrie is gay. She is so beautiful." Michelle looked in the mirror and realized that she needed a shower to clean her face fro the crying. She grabbed her towel and headed down the hall. Most of the dorms at Virginia Tech had communal showers that were attached to communal bathrooms. There seemed to be one shower running. Michelle tried not to stare at whoever it was but they were hot. She saw a girl soaping up her small hot ass. The girl was turning around so Michelle ran to the changing area. She disrobed and put her towel on the rack. Michelle walked back to the shower heads and noticed that the girl was turned facing her but had her eyes closed as she massaged shampoo into her short hair. Michelle gazed at this girl's petite breast as they bounced while she rubbed the shampoo in. They were smaller than hers but so hot and her nipples were a light pink. The girl brought one hand down out of her hair and started rubbing her nipple. She took out the other hand and began rubbing it across her chest and stomach. Michelle was getting turned on but couldn't stand and stare any longer. She headed for a shower head. Michelle rinsed her hair and began taking occasional looks back at the mystery girl. She was now touching herself. Michelle saw this girl slide her middle finger into her clit. Michelle gasped out loud as she realized this was Carrie. Carrie heard the gasp and realized that she wasn't alone. She was embarrassed that she was beginning to masturbate in front of somebody. She opened her eyes to see who it was and she saw Michelle! Carrie apologized and Michelle was speechless. They were both equally embarrassed. Michelle worked up the courage and walked over to Carrie. She grabbed her lower back, pulled her in, and began to passionately kiss her. Carrie was shocked but couldn't help but kiss back. Carrie ran her fingers over Michelle's large boobs. Carrie massaged Michelle's nipples. Michelle kneeled down and decided to try oral sex for the first time. She saw Carrie was well waxed with but a small landing strip left. Michelle gently kissed the lips of Carrie's vagina. She kissed both lips and she slid her tongue down the middle. Michelle began gently sticking her tongue into Carrie's clit. Carrie held the back of Michelle's head and moved it back and forth to let her eat her pussy. It felt so good. Carrie thought that for a new lesbian, Michelle was good at this. Michelle stuck her tongue in deeper and then slid her two index fingers in too. Carrie gently moaned, "That feels good. Don't stop." "You're so beautiful. I love your clit," said Michelle. Carrie brought Michelle over to a corner then sat down leaning her back against the wall. Carrie spread her legs and Michelle lay down on her stomach and began heavily licking Carrie's vagina. Michelle fingered Carrie with her middle finger and her index finger while also fingering herself. Michelle picked up the pace and began going deeper into Carrie. Carrie was enjoying it so much that she also slid her middle finger into her clit. Michelle fiercely licked Carrie's clit and fingered it at the same time at an increasing speed. Carrie had been with many men before but never achieved orgasm. Michelle was getting her close. Her soft touch and fast moving fingers were making her want to climax. Carrie suddenly let out a moan of pleasure that signaled to Michelle that it was time to up the speed. Carrie felt that familiar feeling and felt the blood rushing to her vagina. Michelle kept kicking and fingering her pink clit. Carrie screamed out, "Oohh! Michelle! I'm cumming!" Michelle intensified the fingering again and then pulled out when she felt liquid coat her finger. Carrie and Michelle toweled off and headed back to their respective rooms to get ready for their GSA meeting later. Cumming to Terms Ch. 02 About 11:30 I was on my bed when there came a gentle tap at my door. Mom stuck her head in. "You still awake, sweetie?" She asked. It was a stupid question. After our talk earlier I couldn't sleep if I wanted too. "Yeah." I answered. Mom came in and closed the door. She wore a knee-high silk robe that looked like her big boobs were going to burst from. She also had on a pair of sexy high-heeled slippers, that clicked against my floor at she moved towards me. She sat on the bed next to me, took off her slippers and curled her long legs up on my bed comfortably. "Your dad's asleep, feel like talking?" She asked. "Yeah, sure." I said. "So why don't we continue our little Q&A. I'm sure you've thought of a few things to ask me. You go first." She said. "Okay, um, how often do you and dad...uh, you know..." "Have often do your father and I have sex?" She asked. I knodded. "Well, your father's sex drive isen't what it used to be, so not nearly as often as I'd like. I'd say we make love about two to three times a week." She said. "How often do you wish you could?" I asked. Mom chuckled. "I'm a very sexual person. I don't think two to three times a day would be often enough." She answered. We laughed together, then she quickly became straight faced. "So how long have you been having fantasies about your mother?" She asked. "A few years." I answered. "You and I having sex in these fantasies, here at home?" She asked. I couldn't hardly look her in the eyes. "Yeah." I said. "While your father's at work?" She continued. I knodded. "And you use my panties while you think about these things?" She asked. "Yeah, sometimes." I answered. "Okay...your question." She said. I looked at her boldly. "What does it feel like for a man to have sex?" I asked. "Well being a woman I wouldn't know, but I would imagine its a lot like having your penis surrounded by silky panties, and I'm sure you know how that feels." She said with a wink. "Yeah." I said. "I will promise you this." She continued. "When it happens, it'll definately be the most increadible feeling you'll ever experience. "Does dad ever--" "Hold on, Tiger, my turn remember?" She stated. "Sorry." I said. "I want to know how many times a day you masturbate?" She asked. "A few." I answered. "How many?" She demanded. "Usually three of four." I said. Mom smiled in surprise. "Jesus, three or four times a day?" She asked. "Yeah, usually... Can I ask you a really personal question?" I said. "Fire away." She answered. "Do you ever put dad's thing in your mouth." I asked. She giggled a bit. "Your so cute. You can say blow-joy you know, I'm not that old-fasioned. Your father's not as in to oral sex as I am, but yes I do go down on him, quite often." She said. "Does he squirt that stuff in your mouth." I asked. "If you mean sperm, yes, that's part of giving someone a blow-job. Speaking of sperm... I want to know how many ropes you shoot when you orgasm." She asked. "Ropes?" I said. "When your penis contracts during an orgasm, it'll shoot a strand of jism each time. These are called ropes. Ever counted how many you shoot?" She asked. "Yeah, usually ten to fifteen." I answered. She stared at me, mouth agape. "Ten to fifteen ropes!?" She said. "Yeah, why, is that bad?" I asked. "No, of course not, it's just quite a lot. Your father only shot seven ropes when we were first married and he was only a couple of years older than you are now." She said. "Mom, do woman like bigger penis's?" I asked. "Most women will say no, but only because they have a small man and they don't want to hurt him. The truth is, inside a woman's vagina are thousands of nerve endings, which create pleasure. The more the vaginal walls are stretched, the more nerve endings are exposed, giving the woman greater pleasure and more orgasms. A woman's vaginal canal also expands to about nine inches during intercoarse, so obviously, the larger her man is, the more he'll be able to fill her. Does that make sense?" She asked. "Yeah, thanks." I said. Mom got a big smile. "And since we're on the subject of size, and it's my question, have you ever measured yourself? She asked. "No. Could you help me?" I asked. Mom got a serious face and seemed to stare right through me for a moment. "On two conditions. First, you lock your door. It's not the type of activity we'd want your father walking in on. And second, not a word of this to any of your friends, understand. You say anything outside this room and our little candid conversations are over, got it?" She stated. "Yeah, okay." I said. Mom got up and pulled a ruler from my desk. "Lock the door." She said.