Where it happened: his (now our) bed
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
I have been enjoying sex with the same man for 20 years. It started when we were very young and continues great to this day.
I literally grew up with Bill. He came to live with me and my mom when he was just 7. His parents died in a car crash and he had no other relatives and my mom and his mom were best friends. My mom and I lived alone. She never married my father and I have no contact with him.
Bill is one year older than me and was always like a big brother when we were kids, in fact, that’s what he was. Mom was always great to both of us. When we were 10 and 11 Mom taught us about the facts of life. We were too young to care then but when I was 12 and my body started changing I talked to my mom about it. I was also becoming attracted to Bill. Mom said there was nothing wrong with that. Bill was also beginning to notice the changes in me. After all, we both lived under the same roof. When I was 13 I discovered masturbation and was thinking about sex all the time. Mom and I confided and she said that I had better get on the pill in case something happened and she didn’t want me to end up like her. (I was born when she was 16.)
Mom was also the only person that Bill could talk about sex to. He was confused about his feelings toward me since he was like my brother but Mom said that was ok since we were not blood relatives. She told him that she always hoped that we would get married when we grew up. That would be the lasting link between our two familes.
One weekend Mom had to go away for the weekend with her job. Before she left she sat down with both us and said that she was happy that she was leaving us alone so that we could discover and explore each other without any fear or embarassment. She said it was ok for us to do anything we wanted to as long as we were sure we loved each other. She kissed us both and then left.
Bill and I were both very nervous after she left that Friday night and we just ate the dinner that Mom had left and then watched TV together. We were both really quiet and after Johnny Carson we went to our rooms to go to sleep. Well of course I couldn’t sleep and I’m sure Bill couldn’t either. I fingered myself thinking about the possibilities. After a while I couldn’t take it any longer and I went to Bill’s room. He was lying on his bed naked and he was masturbating. I took off my pajamas and joined him on the bed. We still didn’t say anything but just started kissing. All our built up frustration and passion just exploded then. Bill turned me on my back and entered me. I wanted him as much as he wanted me. My hymen was long gone so I had no pain, just the thrill of feeling his penis in me. I was young and tight, and my clitoris was snuggled against his thrusting shaft. What an incredible feeling. The light coming through the window lit up the expression on Bill’s face and he was so happy. The body I had dreamed about so much was now completely bare and right on top of me. He looked much bigger and more grown up than I had ever noticed before. Our skins were both soft and smooth and it felt so nice holding him while he was thrusting me toward my climax. I felt his semen shoot inside of me and it was so warm and there was so much of it. I was warm and wet too and my climax was so perfect. Bill and I both knew that our lives would be different from there on.
We made love all weekend and from that night on Bill and I have slept together. Just as Mom had wished we got married right after I graduated from high school and our marriage has been great. Most young sex stories don’t turn out this well but I’m so grateful that mine has.
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