Date: Wed, 24 Nov 1999 05:30:37 PST From: Susan Jones Subject: My Life Part 1 I have been an avid reader of this website for sometime. The stories I have enjoyed the most are those that tell of a person's life or contain some elements of truth. I have hesitated to tell my story for a variety of reasons, but I can contain it no longer. I'm not too sure just where to begin, nor how much to tell, so please be kind in your reviews. My Life I am a true bisexual. My first sexual experiences began with two female cousins at the age of eight or nine. My cousins were a bit older than me with one being eleven and the other almost sixteen. During one encounter, the two of them tied me to a table and toyed with my body for a very long time. But I don't think that is really a good starting point for my story. My sexual life really took a major turn when I was seventeen. I grew up in a well off family. We had a maid, Maria, who came over daily to clean, do laundry, and cook. My mother lead a very comfortable life, socializing and out visiting my aunt and friends. My sixteen-year-old brother was also very active with friends and sports. That left me home alone a lot. It wasn't that I didn't have friends or outside interests, I just loved to read, lay by the pool to suntan, listen to music, chat on the telephone, and spend my days in a very leisurely way. That is, when I wasn't going to school. As I said, my sexual life really began years ago. I lost my virginity at the age of thirteen to a sixteen-year-old boy who really didn't know what he was doing, but the feeling of something inside of me was a wondrous new experience that I had to have more of. My opportunities for sex with girls far out numbered the opportunities with boys. This was due to the delightful social habit of sleep overs. Sleep overs provided me the opportunity to seduce my friend. As a result, I was able to develop four consistent sexual partners. These girls seemed to enjoy sex with me more than with their boyfriends because the guys just wanted to stick their dicks inside of them and get off. Young guys just don't know how to take the time to pleasure us. So, we would spend hours in sexual talk, teasing touches, and caresses before progressing to direct sexual stimulation. I digress once again. I had discovered Victorian novels almost a year earlier. After reading a couple of chapters, I just had to masturbate. Well, it seems I wasn't the only one on whom the novels had that effect. One day I came in from the pool, topless as usual, to discover Maria on my mother's bed, in the throws of an orgasm. I stood in amazement watching her throw her head back, one hand pressing hard against her pussy and the other with a tight grasp of her breast. I had never looked at Maria in a sexual way before. But seeing her there in such an erotic way, I couldn't help myself but lay beside her on the bed, lean over and kiss her full on the lips. Her lips parted to receive my tongue and the passion she was feeling passed through our contact. Our bodies pressed together, her hands pulling me close, pushing her groin into my thigh seemingly sending her off into another orgasm. We continued to caress, touching each other with tenderness. Maria suddenly stopped and turned to me. "Oh, I am so sorry, Misses. I shouldn't have done that! Your mother will surely fire me now!", she said with tears welling in her eyes. I reached over, softly stroking her cheek, I said, "No, Maria, this will be our secret. It was my fault. I should have walked on by and left you alone. I was overcome by your arousal and wanted to share." She stood silent for a while. It was clear she was pondering what to do next. Her face couldn't hide the emotional confusion battling inside of her. Then she reached for me. We hugged. I couldn't help but want her. We spent the next couple of hours in sexual bliss. But this still isn't the turning point in my life. Maria and I engaged in sexual pleasures at least once a day that summer. She exposed me to many of the fantasies I developed and had read about in my books. It seems that Mother had become curious as to what was going on when she was out. Looking back, it was no surprise. Maria and I often used her bed since it was so big. Also, the television and VCR at the foot of her bed provided us with many hours of delight watching porn movies. I know that a number of times, we had to scamper off the bed just as Mom arrived home. Maybe we didn't smooth the covers well enough or maybe we left behind the fragrance of our sex, but whatever the clues were, Mom had discovered what Maria and I had been up to. I can remember it like it was yesterday. Monday morning. Mom usually got up early and went out to the tennis club for her lesson and games. But this Monday, Mom stayed in bed. Mondays had always been Maria and my most active days. Maria's absence on the weekends had always left me wanting her more on Mondays. Anyway, around 9:30 after my brother had hopped on his bike and headed over to one of his friend's places, Mom called me and Maria into her room "Maria, Jessica, I have something to show you.", Mom said. I looked at Maria and she looked at me. I am sure my face looked as bewildered as hers. With that, Mother started the VCR. Our eyes turned and locked onto the screen. There we saw Mom's bed. My mind raced! Sure enough, Maria and I soon appeared already naked. Maria had her hands full of a dildos and toys. I turned and looked at Mom. I tried to read her face, but it was releasing no clues. I was sure that Mom was going to ground me and take away my allowance for a very long time. Then, the most horrid of thoughts crossed my mind - she was going to fire Maria! It must have been the look of terror in my face that caused my mother to stop the VCR and say, "Why didn't you let me know? Why didn't you invite me to join you two?" My head turned so rapidly, I could feel my neck almost snap. I stared at Maria and she stared back. "Well, aren't you going to join me?" Mom queried. With that, she threw back the covers to reveal her naked body. It must have been the tennis or all of her other activities, because my mother's body did not look like it belonged to a 39 year old woman. Her breasts were not large, but what she had stood out nicely from her body. Breast-feeding two babies didn't appear to have had any ill effect. And her areola and nipples were large and dark. Mom's nipples must have rivalled the nipple on a baby's bottle. The odd thing is, I had never really noticed. But there they stood, fully erect and ready for me to get reacquainted. Maria crawled up on one side of my mother, and I on the other. My lips encircled my mother's right nipple and Maria took in the other side. Mom placed her hands on the back of our heads, pressing our mouths into her chest. She arched her back, offering her breasts to our greedy lips and tongue. I couldn't believe how firm my mother's breast was. My hand cupped her boob pulling it slightly away from her body. I wasn't sure how Mom liked her nipples being sucked, so I tested various techniques (many of which I had learned from Maria). I ran my tongue around the outside edge. I sucked on it lightly. I squeezed it between my lips. I bit it lightly with my teeth. That is when I found out Mom liked pain. Mom's hands slid from our heads to reach for our breasts. Mom's hand engulfed my left breast as she lifted and then pressed it into my body. I slid my hand down Mom's body only to discover Maria's hand already busy teasing Mom's clit. I reached lower to find wetness oozing from Mom's pussy. Slipping a finger inside of Mom brought a small gasp from her. I slipped a second finger inside of her and felt her pussy contract slightly around my fingers. Mom's pussy was textured. I was later to learn her g-spot was about the size of a silver dollar. I could only imagine how Dad must have enjoyed that. But for now, my fingers explored inside of Mom. The moisture continued to flow from her. I could no longer resist the urge. Standing, I walked to the foot of the bed and flopped my body down, positioning my face between my Mother's legs. Seventeen years ago, I parted from this part of her body, now I was worshipping her sex with my mouth. Maria had risen and removed her clothes. She was now positioning herself over my Mother's face. Maria slowly lowered her pussy to Mom's mouth as I continued to explore my Mother's pussy, with now three fingers inside of her. I am sure if I had stopped to think, I would never have gotten myself into this position. But lust is such a powerful force in me. That morning and all day, I got to discover my Mother in a whole different way. And she got to know me in a way she must have dreamed about for sometime. Mom never stopped touching, kissing, licking, sucking, or caressing me except to drink or go to the washroom. That was the turning point in my life. This day was only the beginning of a journey to sexual experiences like I never expected, but continue to enjoy today. I look forward to telling you more about the pleasures of my life, how my brother played a roll, and the numerous friends I found in college. Today, I still consider myself bisexual, but rarely have sex with men. My life is surrounded with many many female sex partners. I am sure it never would have been this way if Mom hadn't invited me into her bed that day.