When It’s Cherry Picking Time

My mother’s lover was the one who busted my cherry and I’ve got to say it was terrific. I used to lie in bed, late on a Saturday morning, and lazily fondle myself. When he walked into my bedroom, stark naked, with his stiff cock proceeding him by several inches I knew that he was after my cherry. He lifted the covers and dove in head-first and worked his way down to my pussy. I was already wet from my fondling so he pulled aside my panties and started licking my hole. It was heaven. I tried to thrust my pelvis back and forth but he had a firm grip on my ass and kept my twat pressed into his face. I’m not complaining. He licked my clitoris at a high speed which drove me into a frenzy of moaning and squealing.

His cock was right there in my face so I thought I’d better try out some cock sucking. I had never done it before but had seen several videos of this sensory delight on the Internet. I grabbed his stiff column and started licking the head. It had often wondered how a man’s cock tasted and now I found out. It was salty and had a hard to define taste but it was really exciting.

As I lay there on my side, my lover’s delicious cock beckoned me. I surrendered to its earthy odor and drew his cock fully into my mouth. I thrust my head back and forth while at the same time I ran my tongue in a circular motion around the knob of his manhood. He moaned and renewed his tonguing of my clit.

Suddenly he threw back the covers, pulled his cock out of my mouth and reversed his position. He plunged his tool into my hole and started humping away. There was a brief twinge as he broke my maidenhead and then nothing but pleasure as he nailed my ass to the bed. I had never experienced such ecstasy. The walls of my cunt tunnel rippled with spasms of delight as I urged him to go deeper.

Three things happened at once. He had his orgasm, I had my orgasm and my mother walked into the room. Obviously we didn’t hear her come in the front door. It’s not surprising since we were occupied with matters of the flesh at the time.

My mother’s eyes were as big as saucers. She stood there and worked her mouth open and closed several times. She didn’t know what to say. Finally she said in a cold voice that she wanted to talk to her lover in the other room at once. He looked sort of silly, following her out of the room, with his wet dick at half mast.

While they were arguing in loud voices I cleaned myself in the bathroom. When I went back into my bedroom I noticed the red spot on the sheet. I had a momentary thought of preserving that sheet as a momento but finally just removed it from the bed and took it to the laundry room in the basement.

I knew that sooner or later I was going to have to face up to a bawling out by my mother. I heard the front door slam, announcing the departure of my mother’s lover and knew that my time was near. My mother came down the basement stairs and I braced myself.

My mother asked me how I felt and I said, “Fine.” Then she asked me if I was sure I was OK and again I said, “Fine.”

We went back and forth like this for several minutes in that form of non-communication adopted by mothers and daughters when they don’t know what to say.

Finally my mother said something astonishing. She said that she was glad that I had lost my virginity to an experienced lover. She said that she had been worried that some young inexperienced boy might do the job and leave me soured on the whole sex business.

My God...What a mom!

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