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Sometimes I'd sneak into their bedroom late at night to watch her sleep.Occasionally, I'd even work up the courage to lift the blanket to take a peek and try to talk myself into touching her voluptuous body as she quietly snored.Soft it looks something like a wad of gum that's fallen into a wastebasket at a barber's shop. I live in a tiny, one-horse mid-western farm town that's finally grown big enough to qualify for a second horse, but still isn't big enough for a Red Lobster. I have short, dark brown hair I wear parted on the left and dark brown eyes that have never needed glasses.It's probably part of why I don't feel very confident with girls. I'm almost nineteen years old and because I'm something of a nerdy gamer stereotype, I've never been very good with girls. I got my dad's squashed nose and quirky sense of humor and my mom's small hands, elvish ears and penchant for sunburns.I have a real thing for the sexy, innocent vulnerability of sleeping girls. When I properly hugged her close, she fit right up under my chin, which I felt was the best height for a girl.
I wasn't terribly interested in girls my own age, anyway. Older women seem much easier to deal with..have all that mess together and aren't all uptight about not being seen as sluts. Anyhow, between the day to day grind of my homework, my part-time job to pay for my car and gaming habit, spending most all of my free time in some fantasy land or other with my gamer friends and never really understanding girls anyhow, I was a pretty typical geeky, teen-aged, virginal mid-western boy. And she's always been a bit uninhibited about not wearing all her clothes in the house when it's just us family, so there was a constant, subtle sort of low-level sexuality in the air when I was growing up.
Now, to get to what you really want to hear about: losing my virginity to my mother. I had just gotten home from my job at the local game store and was trying to decide if it was a night for hacking orcs or blasting aliens. " "Yeah, mom," I called out, sitting down to boot up my computer. Kelly had me rearranging storage and doing inventory, so I'm pretty worn out." I heard the door creak wider open and turned to ask my mom about dinner, but my words collapsed into a gibberish pile on my tongue and I blinked in astonishment. Her makeup was subtle, but striking; the winged tips at the corners of her thick-lashed, emerald eyes lent her a vaguely cat-like appearance while the deep crimson stain on her plump, pouting lips begged to be smeared from rough kisses and sloppy blowjobs.
I went upstairs to my room, as usual, and had just kicked my shoes off and set my backpack down next to my desk when I heard my mom's voice float in from the hallway behind me. The delicate crystalline sparkles that dangled at her earlobes caused fairies of rainbow light to dance and play around the sides of her porcelain face.
Or watching her as she moved about the house doing chores and cleaning up wearing nothing but a pair of panties and one of dad's shirts, her tits shifting and hanging and bouncing with gravity, her round bottom stretching her undies taut when she bent over and her thick mound teasing me behind the thin cloth with that heady aroma of light sweat and pussy juice wafting through the air while I pretended to play a video game.
She kept her dense bush tidy in a neatly trimmed triangle and I don't think I'll ever be able to like a shaved girl..women have hair down there. She had her thick, reddish-brown locks tied up in the sort of loose, carefree bun that can only be achieved with a great deal of time and care.
I can still remember the feel of her heavy, warm breasts smooshing against my chest when she'd lean down to kiss me while tucking me into bed.