FreeJamie's Mum wants him to teach her a thing or two. Sex Pics

Should dad let teen daughter go to an adult bookstore alone?

"Look, we have to stay as we had planned. I'm afraid no one --spouses, schools, anyone, will believe we came on the wrong date.... We just have to hang out, have an unplanned vacation, and pretend we were in training."

"I've never done anything like this before....I just...I...I...I" at that point she was back in tears, and sobbing, so I opened the mini-bar, and pulled out the rum.

She took it from me without question, and after two tiny bottles started to take some deep breaths and lose the edge of panic. By then she was just gently crying on my shoulder, and soon after our lips met. Briefly, and bumping together on accident, like strangers on a train, then longer, friends seeing each other at a party. Then they moved to dear close friends holding on in the bomb-shelters during a raid, clasping blindly, afraid to let go.

My hand discovered her breasts to be as soft as those of ghosts, and somehow her blouse got opened and I found a nipple with my mouth. I learned she liked that; she liked it a great deal. I nudged her to the next room, removing clothing as we went, and saw her boobs were those of a child; so proud they had no droop, almost perfect swollen cones; mangoes from paradise. But then, compared to me, she was a child; not legally, of course, but in my mind.

As we lay back upon the bed her thighs opened and she wrapped her legs around mine -- no hesitation there. I placed my swollen empurpled head at her opening, and she surged against me. Our tongues caressed, her hands touched my face, and I ran my fingers over pale ivory dappled with tiny freckles.

I had an absolutely clear thought: "My God, she's going to let me put it in her!" Then all dissolved into warmth, and touching, and pistoning until I exploded somewhere deep inside her velvet walls and spent everything I had. I'm ashamed to admit that I was so horny by then I hardly noticed if she came.

I learned the first time I got to lick her syrup from her source that I could feel her spasm with my tongue and fingers, but not that first day.

After an utterly relaxed nap, curled together as puppies would wish to be, she whispered that she had a request. Would I be willing to pretend that she was 18 and a virgin, and I was teaching her all about sex?

That fantasy was OK by me, but I wasn't very good at it. I hadn't really remotely expected such, so I was not a very smooth pseudo-Pedophile.

Christy spent hours and hours thinking about sex. She had dozens of roles for us to play, and some I got good at, some I never knew the script.

For instance, a little later, she cut her brown eyes at me and said, "I know what you're thinking."

I was mostly just basking in afterglow, but was willing to hear...

"You figure that since I'm all tied up you can force me to have anal. Please at least use some of the KY in my suitcase, please don't hurt me." She wasn't tied up; I hadn't even come close to the thought, but who turns down an ass fuck?

Soon she was face down across the bed, her wrists restrained with invisible ropes, while I lubricated nether regions of her sweet firm ass, and myself.

I got above her and began to push in, and she writhed and said "I can take it, I can take it, and you can't make me reveal the secrets this way! Do your damnest, I can handle anything you torture me with!"

Now I loved the back door, no problem, and she was tight and firm and hot, but I sure felt like I hadn't read the script. She was right; I never forced her to yield a thing, not even exactly what we had been doing. But all these years later I remember every ripple of her rectum.

We did the standards; I talked all ghetto and she pretended to be straining on my huge black cock.

She dressed me in panties and bra, and acted "like a man" toward seducing me. (It worked, I'm a slut). I even sucked the strap-on she wore after she put eye make up on me.

I liked the more visual -- the naughty nurse outfit I could tear off to play doctor; the harem dancer clothes I could tear off to work my will; the Policeman outfit I wore so I could arrest her and tear off her clothes