Appeasing the Teen's Angry Mother

Appeasing the Teen's Angry Mother Appeasing the Teen's Angry Mother

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Confronted by the mother of Bridget, the teen, I was in for real trouble.

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Confronted by the mother of Bridget, the teen, I was in for real trouble.

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Submitted: November 08, 2016

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Submitted: November 08, 2016

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Appeasing The Teen’s Angry Mother

A few days after Bridget’s visit, I was working on the computer in my office when the doorbell rang. When I answered the door I came face to face with an attractive but stern faced woman.

“We need to talk!” she blurted.

“I’m sorry,” I said, confused, and asked, “Do we know each other?”

“In a manner of speaking,” she snapped, “you know my teenage daughter, very intimately, I understand.”

My heart dropped to my stomach and I thought I would vomit right in front of her. Shit! How could this happen?

She brushed past me and came into the house, standing in the center of my living room with her arms across her chest. It was then that I noticed the striking resemblance she had with Bridget, same sharp facial features, auburn highlights in her dark brown hair, but longer than Bridget’s, just teasing the tops of her shoulders.

I knew that it was futile to deny whatever she thought that she knew, so I opted to admit my mistake and hope she would understand somehow.

“I’m sorry about Bridget and me,” I offered.

“She’s a fucking TEENAGER, for Christ’s sake; didn’t you think of that?” she cried, tears welling up in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I really am, but she wanted it so badly and I really didn’t do anything to hurt her or damage her virginity. I tried to be gentle and just make it pleasant for her.”

She looked at me knowingly, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I know. She told me. And she told me about that woman, Janeen. I guarantee you that Bridget won’t be babysitting for HER anymore!”

“Janeen’s not a bad person; she was just trying to help Bridget; she meant well,” I replied.

She sat down on my sofa and I offered a tissue. She wiped the tears from her face. “We have been dreading the day that she would come home either announcing that she was pregnant or that some boy had raped her. At least THAT didn’t happen.”

“She’s a very attractive girl, but very bright; I’m sure she can control her own sexual destiny.” I said.

“I think she already HAS, Mr. Jameson. She’s been bouncing around, so cheerful and free that I finally got her to confide in me, to find out what was going on. She told me how she came to you and why and what happened. She said, “Mom, it changed my life; I don’t feel like a virgin anymore but now I know I can still keep my promise to Dad and you.” So you realize she will be coming back to you, don’t you?”

“No, she won’t, Mrs. Cullman, I can promise you that nothing else will ever happen between Bridget and me. I told her that and I meant it, believe me.”

“I appreciate that,” she said softly. “But there’s something else I want to ask of you.”

“Of course; what can I do?” I asked sincerely.

She stared at me silently for a long moment and then said, “I’d like to have what you did for her.”

“EXCUSE ME?” I asked, so loud that it startled her.

“When I confronted Janeen, she told me that she knew that you would “take care” of Bridget and not think of your own urges, that you do that for women on occasion.”

Suddenly I wondered about her real reason for confronting me, but I played along. I mean, she really WAS an attractive woman, maybe just slightly older than me, but very shapely.

“You want to have sex with me, after what happened between your daughter and me?” I asked astonished.

“Well, I’d like you to show me what you did for Bridget, EXACTLY what you did for her and that’s all. Will you do it for me?”

“I suppose I could, I mean, you’ve very attractive, but I really think it’s a bad idea.”

“Nobody will know, Mr. Jameson. My daughter thinks I’m here to reprimand and threaten you, and in a way I am,” she said, standing up.

I stood up to face her. “What do you mean?” I asked.

“I’ve already reprimanded you, but I’ve not told my husband that one of his employees has molested our daughter.”

“How did you know that I’m an employee?”

“Janeen told me. She knows quite a lot about you. I suspect you two have been intimate, haven’t you?”

(Damn Janeen; she was going to owe me BIG TIME for this.)

“That’s irrelevant, but the threat of telling your husband would mean more than the loss of my job, Mrs. Cullman.”

“Exactly,” she said firmly. “Now show me where your bedroom is and let’s get this over with.”

The walk down the hallway to my bedroom felt like a walk down death row; I knew what was going to happen and there was no escape. Once in the bedroom, she undressed very unceremoniously by the bed. She didn’t have to be completely naked for what she knew I would do, but I think she was proud of her body. And she had a right to feel that way.

Her breasts were not large but hung firmly on her rib cage with large dark areolas. Her stomach and abs were as tight as a young girl’s and her legs were marvelous. Unlike Bridget’s natural mound, she was shaved, folds smooth and soft.

“I want you naked as well,” she said as she climbed onto the bed.

“Why? I kept my clothes on when I was with Bridget,” I stated.

“I like to get men excited, to see them hard. And I want you to desire me even though you are only going to please me. THAT will excite me even more.”

So I undressed as she lay on her back, rubbing her pussy while she watched me. It had the desired affect and I was erect by the time I climbed onto the bed and lay between her legs.

“Excellent; I want to know you’re hard the whole time you’re doing this,” she said. Bitch.

She bent her legs, feet on the bed as I settled my head between her legs and began my task. I knew that she could not come as quickly as Bridget had, but she was wet already from rubbing herself. She moved her hands to the back of my head as I licked her bald slit.

Tonguing her entrance seemed to arouse her the most, which she indicated by holding me there. I was content to wait her out but she began rubbing her clit again, vigorously. I felt almost useless since she seemed to be enjoying her fingers more than my tongue.

Suddenly a dam burst somewhere and she squirted into and all over my face. I came up spitting and sputtering for breath as she climaxed, spewing her juices all over me and the bed. I slipped my hands under her knees and bent her legs, pushing her knees back toward her chest.

When the flow ebbed to a trickle I leaned in and sucked at her entrance, making a loud slurping sound against her flesh. She fisted the sheet under her and practically yelled, “Yes! YES! Suck my cunt, SUCK MY CUNT!”

The “C” word has a profound effect on me and my task took a better path for me. I knelt between her legs and pushed the tip of my erection into her sopping wet hole. She was much tighter than I expected and I enjoyed the resistance pushing into her, balls deep. The only problem was that she consumed me like quicksand.

The suction was so intense that I could barely stroke in and out of her. She had tremendous muscle control. But it backfired on her because it took me to the edge quickly and I dumped my load and let her take it from me. It was so intense that I got soft quicker than usual and I pulled free.

I rolled to the side and let her lie by herself. I hadn’t given her exactly what she asked for, but she had not protested.

Finally after a few minutes, she asked, “Did you fuck Bridget like that?”

“No, I didn’t fuck her, not even with my fingers,” I answered.

“I’m glad,” she said. She got off the bed and started getting dressed. I stayed on the bed watching her.

“Did Bridget squirt when she came?” she asked.

“No.” I admitted.

“Well, she will sooner or later, I inherited it from my Mother and she probably will too.”

“If she does, she’s going to scare the hell out of some unsuspecting boys,” I said with a laugh.

She laughed as well and it seemed to clear the air between us. When she left, she apologized for coming over but thanked me for appeasing her.

As soon as she left, I called Janeen. She OWED me!

 

 

 

 

 


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