Whenever Kevin wasn’t around, we would usually talk about his mum. She always wore the tightest clothes to show off her wide ass and soft breasts. She wasn’t shy about baring the skin of her shoulders or her legs. High heels were her only footwear. And when she walked around with her butt pointing upward, it was like she was begging to be fucked. She loved to blow kisses. And it made my imagination go crazy whenever I got one.
I had her on facebook and had masturbated to all of her photos. Theodora was her name, and just recalling it in my head triggered a boner. Even though she was talkative and outgoing, she was secretive at the same time. She never talked what she’d done the other day or what her plans were. She’d usually joke about how many girls we’d hit on yet and was very open about sexual conversations. Kevin had told us she worked part time as a secretary for a bank, but she would be away for odd hours. He’d also told us his father had called her a dirty slut when they’d split up many years ago. He’d never asked why because he didn’t want to find out. I didn’t want to ask too many questions, because I knew he got uncomfortable.
Now I lay in bed, masturbating as usual. I imagined how she would pull up her bra and unveil her two mature breasts. Her lips always clean and glossy and her hair smooth and blonde. She would be on her knees sucking me with her experiences and skills. She would then stand up and press my face between her legs. It was normal jerking off fantasizing about her. Now that I’d gotten a bit older, I wanted to flirt and try to hit on her, but I knew I didn’t stand a chance as a virgin.
I woke up the next day. It didn’t feel too good to still be a virgin at the age of 21. I was dying to know how it would feel to finally have sex. I wasn’t particularly good looking. And I had very little one on one experiences with other girls. This morning it just crossed my mind to call an escort. It would break my shell and give me confidence for the future.
Scrolling down the escort website blueballed me to the point of torture. These were the hottest girls I’d ever seen. It turned me on even more when reading what they offered. GFE, anal, cim, showering, French kiss. I was in heaven. But still I gravitated toward women. For some reason they were less intimidating. I found a woman calling herself Sofi Goldfinger. The name was hot but her pictures were even hotter. I went through all of them and not jerking off was difficult. The nursing and teacher outfits. Her red and black lingerie. The leather leggings and a whip in her hand. She had her pussy and breasts censored. In the description, “You have to call me to see me, Kiss.”
One photo she was bending over the kitchen table, flashing her butt with high heels, described, “Spank me.”
Another one she was lying down on the grass masturbating titled, “I could need a few more fingers.”
Ano
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