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My first ever sexual experience
When I was 15 I had my first sexual experience it was valentines day and I had received my first ever card it was from a girl in the year below I was flattered but a couple of days later my phone pinged it was a fb message from her saying she really liked me I let her down slowly and went to a friends party. Later on that night i saw her walk through the door and made my way upstairs to try and avoid her I hid in my friends spare room and two minutes later she walks in and asks what I am doing I just replied with I needed some space so I spoke to her ad she said that we used to watch me in assembly I was creeper but then outta nowhere she kissed me I asked her what the ** she was doing and she kissed me again and touched my ** and undid my zipper and played with it a little then she said a sentence I will never forget 'I want you to ** me' I did I went ** deep in her and eventually cummed inside her the next few days I was regreting it but she said she wanted a serious relationship but I said I couldn't because of some exams she brought it and I haven't spoken to her since
"John, do you remember the last time we went to Paris?" I asked my fourteen-year-old son.
He nodded, "How could I forget, mum? It was on Valentine’s Day. Why don't we go again? " he suggested.
I looked at him. "Alright," I said, smiling, "that would be nice."
The Next Valentine’s Day, we went to Paris, and we checked into a hotel. However, when we walked into our room, I saw that there was only one single bed and I can't sleep with my clothes on!
That evening, John went to bed before me,
Nervously, I slid in beside him, feeling the heat from his body.
He rolled over and pulled me close.
"John," I whispered, "What are you doing?" I felt one hand slide up my stomach and cup my breast, and his other hand on my **.
My body responded instinctively, my hips moving to meet his touch.
John slid his hand down and slipped a ** into my **.
I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stop him.
He began to rub my ** slowly.
My body arched upwards as I felt my ** approaching. Then my body convulsed, and I had a **.
John pulled his hand away and climbed on top of me. Pulling my legs apart, he thrust his ** up me and started to ** me hard.
My ** was wet with my juices and his precum. I couldn't believe this was happening. My son was ** me, and I couldn't bring myself to stop it. Within minutes, I had another **.
John ** my harder than my husband ever had.
My ** tightened around his ** as I approached another climax. I felt it swell even more inside me, and I knew he was getting close too.
With a final thrust, he filled my ** with his warm, thick **.
My body shuddered as I felt him ** inside me.
For rest of our time in Paris, we ** in the morning after breakfast, in the afternoon after sightseeing, and again at night before going to sleep. I just couldn't get enough my son's **. We had a lot of oral **, too. We both love 69-ers
Enjoy that lovely tight underage **