Woman Enough To Take My Man LeAnn McLane FF d/s
Being a very late bloomer, my high school life was pretty blase, just one of the faceless masses. However, late in my senior year I began to fill out in all the right places. My mother remarked it was well worth waiting for when she walked in on me when I was in the bathroom in just my panties
"No, put your arms down. Let me see your titties. Wow! Pearl, Honey, you are going to trample a few unsuspecting hearts next semester."
"Oh, Mom, you exaggerator, you're embarrassing me, looking at my tits like that. Go on out now and let me get dressed."
"First let me just feel one to see how firm it is." She enthused as she reached up and palmed one of my titties, lifting it gently in almost a caress. I felt a strange awakening in my cunt and pulled myself abruptly back away from her, turning away from her slightly.
"I'm sorry, Pearl, I was just trying to express my admiration for my little high school graduate, college bound baby. No need to get huffy."
"I'm sorry, too, Mom, I just don't like people touching me, I'm too old for you to do that now." In Mom's eyes I saw a flash of deep resentment because I had made overt reference to her touchy-feely habits around me. She had been that way all my life. Whenever we were alone, she would usually find some way to put her hands on me. I had chided her about it several times in a joking way to let her know it made me uncomfortable but she still rarely missed an opportunity. Dad had moved out a few months ago so she had ample opportunity. "Come on, Mom, I'll be living away from home very soon and we don't want any conflicts between us. I'll tell you what; I'll leave my top off the rest of the day. You know you always like that."
"And your bra, too? It's way too small for you now, anyway."
That's the way I dealt with my mother and her strange penchants that summer, appeasing her with little glimpses, little bits and pieces until I finally went away to college.
I had not been in college more than two weeks when I met the guy I thought was going to be my partner for life. He was tall and handsome and on the tennis team and I could not believe that he was interested in me. He asked me out the second time he saw me and we have been together nearly every night since. I was a little leery of letting him meet my roommate, Gloria, however, because she was the most stunning girl on the campus. I didn't quite have the confidence to risk it even though she often asked about him and how we were getting along.
It was inevitable under the circumstances. He came to pick me up one night when I thought she was going to be out. I usually just met him somewhere. When he came in, she was just lounging around in her short, short cut-offs and halter which exposed most of her taut abs, voluptuous titties and every mile of her shapely legs.
"Oh, George, I don't know if you've ever met my roomy. This is Gloria and Gloria, this is George. What time do we need to leave?"
"Hello, George, glad to finally meet you. Pearl has talked about you so much." Gloria seemed to paralyze him with her gorgeous smile.
"I'm glad to meet you, too." George replied, and then, to me, "I didn't have anything specific in mind. Maybe we could just hang here, play a board game or something."
"I'm tired of this place..." I started, but Gloria just gushed all over me. "Oh, that sounds like fun, George, we can play Trivia Pursuit. I was wondering what I was going to do with myself all evening. Do you want to, Pearl?"
I couldn't refuse without some reason and I had nothing except my fear of her so we spent all evening playing the stupid game. Wouldn't you know that every question I got was some obscure piece of information no one on the planet would know while Gloria's every question was something a first grader would be completely familiar with? I was made to look like a bimbo and she won every game. Sometimes I suspect that she sneaks the game out and reads and memorizes all the answers. And George, he was so dumbstruck by Gloria's unbearable beauty that he could barely concentrate on the questions. Often we had to slap him a few times to get his attention.
Late that evening, after a perfunctory kiss at the door, he left. I tried to keep a philosophical attitude instead of anger towards Gloria. After all, I'm not the most beautiful female in the world so if the way he feels about me can evaporate whenever he sees someone prettier, I'm better off to know that now.
Despite my efforts, Gloria could tell I was a little miffed. She was not, however, one to make apologies or to be overly concerned about other people's feelings. "Your little boyfriend seemed to be a little less than obsessed with you tonight." She observed, a little cruelly.
"Yeah, maybe he was fascinated by the clothes you're barely wearing."
"Oh, now it's my fault that your boyfriend is losing interest in you?"
"No, it's just if you're going to sit around all evening with everything showing, it makes it hard for normally clothed girls."
"I'm not showing everything!" She reached up and lifted her halter over her head, exposing her imposing tits. "This is showing everything."
She knew how it unnerved me for her not to be properly covered so this was just a ploy to distract me from my rightful anger. I tried to reason with her. "Don't you understand? You could have any boy on this campus just by crooking your finger. Why do you want to mess with the only one I have?"
"Maybe I wouldn't be interested in him if you didn't treat me so coldly."
"What on earth does that mean?"
"I purposefully manipulated you to be my roommate because I though we could be such good friends. You remind me a lot of my best friend at home but you avoid me most of the time. I've been living with you for three weeks and I don't even know if your bra is stuffed with Kleenex. Roommates are usually much more free with each other and share things together. You don't seem to want me in any part of your life."
I was a little shocked at this quasi-confession from her. I'm aware that I'm not the friendliest person but it never occurred to me that she would care. "I'm sorry, Gloria, I didn't realize. It's not like you think. I'm a bit intimidated by you because you're so beautiful and popular. I didn't think you would want to be bothered with me trying to hang around with you. Now that I know, we can have a much better relationship. Now put your clothes back on before you catch cold." I handed her the halter.
She slapped it out of my hand. "No, I want you to look at me. My girlfriend at home used to beg to see me naked. I want you to see how huge my titties are and how tight my tummy is," she sauntered over to the couch and pushed her shorts down and kicked them off, "and how long my legs are." She sat down and spread her gorgeous thighs, showing me the lips of her pussy puffed out against her damp panties.
"Gloria, there's no need for such intimacy. We can be friends without..."
"Well, if you don't want to look at me, I guess little Gorgy-porgy will have to do. I'm sure he would be thrilled to be in your place right now."
"Is that some sort of veiled threat?"
"It doesn't have any veils. If you don't want to appreciate my beauty, I'll find someone who does, someone you don't want appreciating me."
"All right, I'll look at you if you want me to." I decided to humor her a while until I could figure how what she was up to.
"Do you want to watch me take my panties off?" She said with such girlish enthusiasm that I was almost caught up in it myself.
"Of course, if I'm going to look at you, I might as well see it all." I found myself saying despite my own misgivings about the way this was going.
Greatly encouraged by my apparent attitude, she placed her feet on the couch and lifted her hips to whip her panties off completely. When she spread her thighs again, I was stunned by the raw, carnal nature of her nakedness. I had never had my face so close to a pussy before, never realized how the lascivious lips glistened with visible moisture when aroused. Then the awareness of her arousal came as another shock to me. Letting me see her naked was turning her on. I could not help but stare at her even though it made me feel so depraved.
"I thought you might like it once you looked at it." She said smugly. "Do you think you might like to touch it?"
"I'll touch it for you if it'll keep you from showing any interest in George." I did not want to admit even to myself, certainly not to her, that I actually felt a strange compulsion to touch her pussy.
She did not seem to want to press the issue of my motivation at that time, she was willing to allow me to cling to my illusions, "Well, scoot over here a little closer, why don'cha? Cup it in your hand and see if you like to feel it. Most girls don't have to be begged."
"You mean you let other girls feel your pussy?" I asked, horrified.
"Don't misunderstand. I like boys, some of them, anyway, but if I need a little pussy pleasing, I've found that other girls are much better at it than most boys. There's not the god-awful rush to get it penetrated and over with."
Gloria had her feet together on the couch with her knees pointing to either side and spread as wide as they would go when I scooted over. Her knee was in my lap as I tentatively placed my hand between her thighs. I squeezed a little bit and sort of dug my fingertips into the sides of her lips like I meant to pull on her pussy.
"I don't mind a little penetration if you want to curl your finger inside and fuck me a little bit with it."
I was surprised by my own arousal as I dipped my finger inside her wet pussy and moved it around. I was thrilled by the intensity of her reaction as she grabbed my wrist and began to pump my hand against her. I was getting quite involved in my efforts and beginning to enjoy what I was doing to her. After a short time, she suddenly stiffened and emitted a tiny groan. Then she lay back and released my arm that she had been clutching tightly. I guessed that if was over because she went to bed.
That was the first of many such incidents. A pattern gradually evolved. She would come in from her frequent dates sometimes well fucked but seldom satisfied. She would deliberately undress in front of me all the way to the buff and then parade herself around until I was thoroughly aroused. Then she would climb into my bed with her gorgeous thighs wide spread and ask in wide eyed, eyelash batting innocence, "Do you want to play with it a little bit?"
Of course I always did. Despite telling myself over and over I was merely helping out a friend, I found myself looking forward to her arrival at the end of the evening more than I did my boyfriend's at the beginning. I found myself making excuses to cut my date short so that I would be sure to be home when she arrived. After a series of constantly increasing complaints, George finally stopped coming around. I was a little concerned that I barely cared
Then the night came that brought everything out into the open. We had gone through our regular routine and I was furiously pumping her pussy when she suddenly grabbed my hand and stopped me. She then crawled up and straddled my chest. The sight of her breathtaking pussy suddenly encompassed my entire attention. I could not tear my eyes away from those glistening lips. I was longing to see them opened to reveal the pinkness I knew must be inside.
"I want you to kiss it," she said in a low, sensuous voice, "and if you're honest with yourself, I think you will admit that you want to suck it for me."
I was powerless to resist the obsessive lure of her pussy; my neck craned forward unbidden and my tongue extended of its own volition towards her moist, silken trap.
I was breathing like a Quarter horse that had run a mile. I was lost. When my tongue touched her and I tasted her, I knew that I wanted nothing else but to be her slut forever. As she rode my face and spilled her nectar into my voracious mouth, my entire body broke into a spasm that tore through me like a tornado. Never had I experienced such a depth of satisfaction, triggered by nothing but the intensity of her orgasm.
She realized before I did that I had a strong affinity for her cunt and took full advantage of the situation. She would ask me sweetly to clean our rooms and the kitchen. When I balked, she would pull her dress up to show me her panties and let me fill my mind with lustful thoughts about what her panties contained, "I want to save my energy so I can fuck your face when I get home tonight." I would spend the evening humiliated, cleaning away and wondering if she would possibly come in early.
Sometimes she would stand in front of me, lift up her skirt and pull off her panties, "I'm going to put these in the dirty clothes so that whoever does the laundry can suck on them if they want to."
When the semester ended I knew I would be miserable all summer. I kept trying to find a way for us to be together. I eagerly suggested that we get jobs together at some summer camp but she was not interested. "I have several boyfriends at home so I'll have plenty of dates. I told you about Linda from down the street; she's the one that you remind me of. She'll do absolutely anything to suck my pussy so my extra needs will be well taken care of, no need for you to worry." She calmly explained as though I should be relieved instead of filled with jealousy and disappointment.
Things at home had changed drastically. With Dad completely out of the picture, Mom had become much less inhibited and she went out nearly every night. I awoke many mornings to find myself alone in the house. I was beginning to worry that I might get a belated sibling. My own needs were becoming so unbearable that I realized how disappointed I was that Mom no longer had the compulsion to touch me the way she used to, touches I probably would have welcomed.
She had some money inherited from her grandmother so she still did not have to work. I was able to get a job at the blue jean factory filling in for people who were on vacation. The long hours meant I saw her very little of Mom during the day. Even on week-ends, she would be gone most of the time.
We had a machine break down one day about midsummer and our shift was sent home after working only two hours. I was concerned that I would lose the time. We have "right to work" laws in Texas that forbid union shops so workers have no protection. Of course that's why so many factories move here so it's a trade off. The state has a lot more industry and the workers have more jobs even though they are not very well paying.
When I arrived home, Mom's car was in the driveway but I had to park out front because there was another car parked behind hers. I was fearful that I would run into one of her boyfriends as I slowly went inside.
I entered quietly and was prepared to sneak back out if she had a man with her. I heard some very raucous talk and recognized that Mom was with another female. Despite knowing about and having participated in all girl lovemaking, the thought that Mom was involved that way never occurred to me, I just relaxed since there was no man around and walked into the kitchen where all the noise was coming from. I was stunned completely went I entered the kitchen and saw Mom bent over the breakfast table with her skirt raised over her hips with her panties down to her knees. Ms Olsen, a neighbor lady from two houses down was swatting her bare behind with a wooden spoon. She was in the midst of saying, "I told you not to have coffee with Mabel... "She stopped abruptly when I entered.
Mom looked back over her shoulder in the direction Ms Olsen was looking. "Hon, what are you doing home so early?" She asked as she hurriedly pulled her panties up and dropped her skirt. "June and I were just playing a little game and, as you can see, I lost and had to pay a forfeit. This is not at all what it looks like."
"Well, I guess I should get back to my housecleaning chores. Ms Olsen muttered as she hurried out of the kitchen through the back door.
Mom fidgeted nervously with the hem of her skirt, not realizing that her nervous efforts were only exposing more of her pretty thighs.
"Would you like some lunch?" She asked with the enthusiasm of a child that has to show a report card with the highest grade a "D".I was just fixing to throw something together when June came over."
"What game were y'all playing, Mom, was it Truth or Dare?"
"Yeah, that was it. We were playing Truth of Dare."
"Exactly how do you play that game, Mom, I've heard of it at slumber parties but never played it."
Mom went back to fidgeting with her skirt and muttering, "Oh, surely you know how to play it. Someone asks you a question and you have to tell the truth or pay a forfeit."
Of course I knew how the game was played but obviously Mom did not. I just wanted to be sure she was bluffing. "And what has Mabel got to do with it?"
"Mabel? What do you mean?"
"When Ms Olsen was spanking you, she seemed to be upset that you had coffee with Mabel."
"I'm sure you misunderstood. There was so much happening so fast..."
"I know what I heard, Mom, did you have coffee with Mabel and did you let her play with your pussy behind Ms Olsen's back? Is that the real reason she was spanking you?"
"Don't you dare talk to me like that! I'm your mother, not some neighborhood slut who's passed from woman to woman like a common whore."
Although Gloria brings out my abjectly submissive side, being around Mother seemed to awaken a dominant side that I was not remotely aware of. "Mom, at least be honest. You have developed an interest in other women and when Dad left, you erupted like a kid let loose in a candy store. You have been with every woman in the neighborhood who shows the least bit of interest in you. You can't help yourself. You'll take your panties off for any woman who asks you."
"Who told you all that stuff? I've never heard of anything so preposterous."
"Maybe your awakened interest in other women is what caused Dad to leave? Maybe you had nothing left to offer him?" I was just stabbing blindly in the dark, hoping to hit a nerve. I think I did."
"That's an absolute lie!" Mom screamed, now completely energized and in my face. "If that bastard told you that, he was trying to shift the blame. I never looked at another person when I was married, male or female. It was long after he left and it seemed I was vulnerable to predatory females who took advantage of my misery." She stopped when she realized she was volunteering a lot more information that was necessary. "I mean, if I had been susceptible to other females, it was because of the way he treated me. Maybe I was afraid to take a chance on another man."
She approached me, her face contorted in her confusion. She was crying and biting her knuckle. I felt a wave of tenderness and sympathy for her. She had gone through a lot in the last few months, searching for herself but finding nothing tangible that she could cling to.
I put my arms around her and hugged her but her face dropped to my chest and she seemed to be nuzzling my titties more than accepting my sympathy. This realization resonated throughout my body, awakening anger and arousal. I felt like she was just grabbing an excuse to resume her old touchy feely games. But it also caused my pussy to begin throbbing inside my panties. I despised myself that I was reacting to her misery and confusion in such a cold-hearted and calculating way. I despised myself as I moved to the breakfast table and leaned against it, just catching the edge of it with my prominently protruding asscheeks. I raised my hands to her shoulders and began a slight but constant pressure on her. She responded by letting herself be lowered to her knees, sobbing and slobbering all over my clothes as she went.
I felt like a savage lioness attacking a small bird with a broken wing as I unsnapped my jeans and pulled the zipper down right in her face. She was staring hungrily as the zipper slid slowly down. She licked her lips as though in extreme anticipation as she nervously tried to draw her eyes away, glancing left and right but always coming back. When the zipper stopped, she grabbed the waist of my jeans on either side of my hips and pulled them down with a titanic effort against the tightness of their fit.
Then she collapsed in the hysterical struggle between her raging desires and the desperate need to conceal those desires. I realized she was as full of self loathing for her desires and I was for exploiting those desires. Suddenly everything came together in my mind in a surge of crystal clarity. She needed me to release her from her fear. She needed me to make her do what she could not do and yet, could not prevent herself from doing. She was hugging my thighs frantically and sobbing hysterically.
"Mother, Shhhh. It's all right. If I had not interfered, you would be doing this to Ms Olsen right now. I don't care about the kinkiness of your affairs for that's what they are - your affairs and none of my own. It doesn't matter what a person needs and no one has any real control over what they need. If you have to make love to a pink elephant in a hot air balloon, it is none of my business. I interrupted your little liaison so if you want to suck a pussy, you can suck mine. In fact, I insist that you do it so I won't feel so bad about messing up your afternoon."
Mother looked up with the dawning of new revelations flitting across her face. I pushed my panties down to meet my jeans and spread my thighs enough to give her a glimpse of my version of paradise. Then I gently touched the back of her head, crooning to her and reassuring her and gently brought her voracious mouth to my yearning cunt. Her craving exploded in a frenzied rush to get as much of her face, mouth, and tongue into my pussy as it could possibly accommodate. I was driven back over the top of the table with the ferocity of her assault. I lay on my back with my legs spread as wide as the jeans and panties would allow while she kissed, licked, and sucked me to ecstasy. Wave after wave of ultra orgasms swept through both of us in a relentless pace as though leaping from one peak to another while bypassing the valleys. I passed out in sheer bliss and blessed contentment.
That was a breakthrough session for both of us. I went back to school and changed roommates. I knew that I did not need the twisted carnality from Gloria that I could not live without before. I was looking for someone, male or female, who could accept me as I was and one that I could accept and appreciate. Mother also outgrew the need to be submissive that had been spawned by her self hatred as she learned to stop judging herself. We both grew up a lot that summer and she still gets touchy feely sometimes and it just thrills me to death when she does.