Guided Masturbation Stories
I Meet Toni’s Mom
from the net, circa 1995 A college student takes lessons from his girlfriend’s mother.
I meet this girl, Toni, at a party when I’m a junior in college. She’s only a junior in high school. The age-difference is a stretch, but she’s so pretty and disarming and flirtatious that I an’t resist. Her breasts are so firm and her pubic bone so compact pressing against her tight pants that I can’t think of anything all evening except making love to her. She accompanies me back to my flat, and we neck a little, but the first time I try to touch her breasts, even with her shirt on, she deflects me. I’m too aggressive, she explains. The way she was brought up, females decide everything and males are grateful for the chance to please them. I ask exactly what she means. She picks up a pad of paer and starts to sketch as she talks. She tells me to get up off the couch.
“Do you really want to know?” I say Yes.
“I learned everything from mom,” she says. “I learned how to draw and how to dominate males. Why don’t you strip and let me draw you?”
It’s that matter of fact. I’m confused, but there seems to be some sex in it somewhere, so I comply. Toni says she’ll tell me what to remove when. When each item is off, she adds, I’m to turn slowly in a complete circle so she can look me over, make a few quick sketches of what she sees. “For mom,” she says.
“What do you mean, for mom?”
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