Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

White Slut's Club: Ep2

Maybe this is weird, but my mother was my best friend. Of course, that wasn't always the case. In my teenage years I have to admit I was a nightmare, but once I hit my twenties she was the one that was still there (high school friends are just that... 99 percent of them fade away as soon as you graduate... Facebook being an effective way of pretending you're still friends).

Mom and I do a lot together: shop for clothing, get pedicures and manicures and so forth.

So since I'd grown up I'd told her everything, and unusually for a parent she never judged, just wanted to know more. So she knew very well that my sex life had become dormant, and she knew I was very frustrated about it. "Did you ever try a chocolate stick in college?" Mom asked.

"No," I admitted.

"Well, maybe it's time," Mom teased.

"Mom, I'm telling you this to help me control my temptation, not to light sparks in it," I said, shaking my head. Although it wasn't all that odd for our talks to get sexual if we drank, we mostly indulged in generic bitching about the lack of attention and sex we each received. Although at first I had to get past the preconception that discussing with her what it was like to have sex with my dad was really weird.

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is Dad," I added, having listened to my parents discussing race on many occasions when I was growing up. Even as a child it was obvious to me they weren't on the same page about that. "True," Mom nodded, before she added, "which is why he doesn't know about my

getting far more revealing than any of our previous ones. Now she seemed to be implying that

used those exact words when I had over ten inches inside me," Mom

husband wasn't even five! Luckily my vibrator, bought for me by Mom as a gift a couple birthdays ago, was seven inches and did a lot better job

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