Mom Made Me Do It (closed)

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"I think Vanessa needs to have sex."

I rolled over to face my wife in bed beside me. Though it was probably too dark in the bedroom for her to see, I raised a curious eyebrow. "That seems a curious change of direction for you," I replied. "I thought you wanted to keep her away from boys."

Meredith shrugged. "I know, I know. But I'm worried now that she's graduating early and headed off to college. Maybe being so strict wasn't the right idea. I worry that she'll be unprepared when she's away from home."

I just nodded. I'd married Meredith about five years ago, so I was only Vanessa's stepfather. Meredith had been a single mother for most of her daughter's life. Consequently, I generally deferred to her on parenting matters.

Meredith was rather driven about Vanessa's future because of Meredith's own past. By her own admission, she'd gotten "boy crazy" in her teens, resulting in her pregnancy. She'd supported her daughter on her own and eventually done rather well, but she wanted to make sure that Vanessa didn't retrace her path. As a result, she'd kept Vanessa on a pretty tight leash.

Thusfar, it seemed to have paid off. Vanessa was a straight A student graduating high school early and with a scholarship to college. She was polite, intelligent, and kind. I found her to be an amazing stepdaughter. As such, I found it odd for Meredith to be questioning her methods now.

"It's just that I think she's finally getting that same desire that I had back in the day. I thought she was just calmer than I was, but I think it's just starting later for her. I didn't get so sex crazy until my body really started to develop and you've seen how she's changed lately."

"Yes, I suppose," I said carefully. Vanessa's development had been so dramatic the past several months that one would have to be blind not to notice. My stepdaughter had possessed a very slender, subtle figure since I'd known her - a rather marked contrast from her mother's prominent curves. But in the last several months, Vanessa's body had swiftly begun to take on an increasingly hourglass shape. She'd outgrown half a dozen bra sizes - outstripping even Meredith. As a quasi parent, I wasn't sure it was appropriate to notice, but as a red blooded male, I couldn't deny that my stepdaughter was incredibly attractive.

"I get the sense that she's having the same feelings I did" Meredith continued. "She hasn't talked to me about it, but I remember what it was like. I think maybe she needs to learn about sex so that she doesn't lose control."

"Okay, so talk to her."

Meredith shook her head. "You can't just talk about this. She needs to experience it. That first time a man is inside you...." Meredith shuddered. "It's a very powerful feeling. I lost my mind for a while after it happened to me. I don't want that happening to her when she's on her own. "

"So you want her to get a boyfriend?" I asked.

"No, not some boy. He'd be just as sex crazy as she. No she needs someone experienced to guide her through it. Someone who won't be reckless with her as she's exploring these desires. Someone that can be trusted."

Meredith paused, then put her hand on my chest. "Someone like you."

Finally, a summer that was truly free. No additional classes, cultural experiences, remote trips, or specialized camps.

I finally had time to read books for pleasure, to watch movies, to bike and hike, to go to the health club, to have my first part-time job at Coffee Now, and to drive!

Of course, my parents, especially my Mom, would call or text me during the day to check in on my whereabouts, but I was so content to have some freedom that I didn’t mind. The calls were less frequent and I knew she was starting to accept that I was growing up and going to be okay. I had certainly attained all that she had expected of me, so far. Excellent grades, well-rounded, an early scholarship.

But, things were changing fast, even if it was all positive. Each night, after work or social plans, I had gotten into the habit of taking a bubble bath for a half hour and reading until the bubbles had mostly dissolved. Once the water had cooled, I’d push around the bubbles, my breasts bobbing to the surface, and I’d watch the bubbles drift off of my mounds and my long legs as I rested them on the tub’s ledge. I’d use the hand nozzle to add a little more warm water and aim it at my pubis. It was a delicious sensation.

But, I didn’t like sitting in a bath without bubbles, and would then shower and shampoo using the hand-held nozzle instead of the showerhead which I had done during the school year in the interest of time. And just like with the bubbles, I savored soaping up my breasts, my arms, my pussy, and my legs and then using the nozzle to let the warm water caress me and rinse me off. Mmmmm.

I would dry off quickly, put up my hair, and then slip into my terry cloth robe. My parents were usually downstairs or quietly in their bedroom, so I rarely felt rushed, worrying that my Mom was wondering what I was doing.

Once in my bedroom, I’d slip into the few items of clothing that did fit me. …some cotton shorts and a cotton tank with a shelf bra. But, many nights, I enjoyed slipping them off and had begun to enjoy sitting in front of my mirror, naked, exploring my body with my fingers, squeezing my breasts, caressing my belly and pussy lips. . . I had no idea what I was doing or why. . . it wasn’t exactly masturbation. . . I knew what that was, of course, but, I hadn’t taken that leap yet.

I just knew I had this intense yearning to study myself, as I seemed to be changing so rapidly. There was no doubt about it, a sweatshirt would not hide it. . . I was absolutely voluptuous and curvaceous, and I was just beginning to get comfortable with this image of myself.

“I hate to admit it, but Mom is really smart, and I know she always has my best interests at heart. And she’s right—I am completely inexperienced when it comes to sex. Those urges are just starting to bubble up and it does feel overwhelming. I can see how it would be very distracting once I attend college away from home.

I-I think she’s right. I’d like to learn about sex from someone who knows what they’re doing, from someone who has experience and is a good lover. I wouldn’t take piano lessons from a beginner, right?”

I glanced at Travis hoping for his affirmation.

I felt my groin twitch with a mix of excitement, fear, and relief. Relief that my first time would be with someone who knew me very well and who . . .according to my Mom. . . would be an excellent teacher.

“I’m a little nervous, but I’m excited and willing. I feel ready and I trust you. I just hope you don’t mind the fact that I’m a total novice. I mean, I hope Mom didn’t have to coerce you into this. Do you even think I’m appealing. . . sexually?

I’m talking a lot because I’m nervous. But, yes, I want to learn about sex from you, Travis, but I hope I don’t crave it all the time. That wouldn’t be right and I wouldn’t want to feel jealous of my Mom. I’m hoping this doesn’t get too complicated.”

I rubbed my arms, wondering why I felt the need to complicate everything. Mom just wanted me to have a sexual education before I went to college. As crazy at that sounded, it made sense to me.

I closed my eyes and let my face melt into Travis’s hand, touched by his kind words. He had a knack for being able to sum up a situation in just a few sentences.

Yes, it had been a lonely, awkward experience at high school. Especially when your Mom wants you home at 10:00 pm on a Friday and Saturday and has a ‘no boys’ rule. I had never made waves because I knew my Mom was working as hard as she could to provide for us. She was all I had until she had married Travis. And yeah, the boys at school did not appeal to me. I had no interest in drinking or doing risky, dumb stuff and snapping constant selfies like the rest of my peers.

When I imagined being with a man, I imagined a college man or older. Someone settled and grounded and mature. Polite and thoughtful. Like Travis, I guess.

My heart fluttered and I took a deep breath, suddenly a little panicky.

“Ok, Travis. . .just tell me what you think I need to know . . . although I think Mom wants me to have the real experience. She’s trusting you, so I am too. I think this is something that I can’t think about too much, or I’ll back out. How or where do we begin?”

Travis had me angled so that my back was towards him and he was massaging my neck from behind. I shut my eyes so I could savor the sensations and try to relax.

I was touched by his reassuring words. I had received so much teasing from both boys and girls at school.

“You’re ballooning, Audrey, are you ever going to stop growing or are you waiting for a Playboy cover?”
“Have you had surgery?”
“My, oh my, I didn’t know we had a bombshell on our team."
"Look out, Victoria’s Secret, you have some competition now.”

Those had been the type of comments that I had endured during the last few months of school from certain peers.

But, I shut that out and focused on the fact that Travis did find my breasts wonderful. His light touch over my dress along the side of my breast made me catch and hold my breath. Oh God, it felt heavenly to be caressed.

I was wearing a tight, full support bra that compressed my form; my chest felt tight in the dress. But, Travis found his way around the bottom of my breast and lifted it slightly and continued to inform me about how each woman is unique in how they respond to breast stimulation.

His fingers found their way to my nipple, lightly pinching it, and I could feel my body arch back into his, my nipples perking to his touch. I had a feeling that I could be one of those women who could climax just from having their breasts stimulated. I didn’t want Travis to ever stop.

I moaned softly, wanting more.

“Mmmm. . . yes, I love it. I enjoy your touch along the whole area, but yes, that feels especially sensitive in a good way over my nipple. I can see how some women could climax from their nipples . . . being suckled. I definitely find this exciting and arousing, ” I confessed.

Although it was awkward for a moment, Travis was explaining things in a way that made me feel comfortable. ..that there was no right or wrong to how I was feeling. . .and it put me at ease to just . . . be honest with him about what I was experiencing.

Mom was right—he knew what he was doing and I was glad that we were taking it nice and slow.

What? Here? In our living room?

I blushed, slowly rising. I slipped off my shoes, took down my hair, and for some reason the rape safety training that I had in school came back to me. It felt really weird for just Travis and I to be alone in the house and suddenly I didn’t trust him completely.

I could hear my Mom’s voice in my head, Travis’s in my ears, and my own small voice of fear. But, I obeyed.

I slipped off my dress, handing it to Travis. I had worn black thong underwear since the dress was snug and a black, full-coverage black bra that my Mom had bought me.

“Does everything have to be removed?” I asked, hesistantly.

It was as if Travis had read my thoughts. Perhaps my fear was transparent. In any case, I relaxed once Travis acknowledged it and reassured me that I’d be safe.

This plan had happened so suddenly that I hadn’t even thought of . . .well, the reality of seeing Travis naked. But, he was right of course. I wasn’t going to learn about myelf. . . or men, if we were both clothed.

“Ok,” I whispered, as I slipped off his sport coat, by stepping behind him. My hands gathered the edges of his polo, and as if on cue, he kneeled down and I peeled off the sport shirt. It was the same fit Travis that I was used to seeing at the beach, but had never touched.

I walked around to face him.

“I guess it is only fair if I remove my bra now, too.”

Having a few minutes to pause and absorb the idea that Travis would see me – fully naked—had given me a bit more courage.

I reached behind my back and released the four clasps and let the bra slip off, and kicked it by the sofa, not wanting to fuss with anything in my nude state. It actually felt good to have my breasts free, of course. My bras were so tight.

I quickly stepped close to Travis and slipped my fingers along his belt until I found the buckle and I removed it, unbuttoned him, and released the zipper. I could feel his penis, but I didn’t look down. The pants slipped down and Travis stepped out of them and folded them on the end table in an instant.

“Ok, I’ll go next,” I said, nervously, and slipped my underwear off, revealing my full mound of hair at my pubis.

I could see a slight tenting at Travis’s boxers when I glanced downwards. The idea of seeing him nude filled me with a mix of excitement, awkwardness, and embarrassment. But, I knew I had to do it.

“Ok, one last step,” I said, mostly to myself, biting my lip. I pulled the waistband away from Travis’s hips so that they would slip off easily and I would minimize any direct contact with his penis. The boxers slipped down his legs and I bent down to pick them up off the floor and placed them with his pants.

I was careful to avoid any direct contact with Travis's personal places. It was already more than enough that I was naked with him. Now I understood why he had wanted me to undress first while he remained clothed. From now on, I silently vowed to just follow Travis's direction as best as I could.

It had felt so delicious that I had placed my hands on Travis’s shoulders just to steady myself and arch my back slightly, so I could enhance the experience.

“Mmmm, thank you,” I replied, to Travis’s comments on the beauty of my breasts and my pronounced nipples.

I shuddered with warmth and excitement as Travis’s warm tongue circled my nipple within his mouth and then suckled it in its entirety and I could feel it growing inside of his mouth as his hands supported my breast. Just as I was fully enjoying it, Travis released the nipple from his mouth with a pop and my breast bounced before him. He then repeated the same action on my other breast, giving it equal time and treatment.

I could feel myself getting wet and . . . needy.

My nipples were now fully erect and in full-view of Travis, and I didn’t care anymore. In fact, I wanted him to see me fully and I wanted to see him now.

I glanced downwards at his penis and I could see it was erect and large, just as he had mentioned. But, it was as beautiful as artistic renderings, if not moreso.

“Travis, I love having my breasts touched; I love having your warm tongue on my nipples and having you suckle and squeeze them. It’s making me wet and . . . horny. I could probably spend an hour with just this type of stimulation and love it. When I’m alone, sometimes I touch them gently and sometimes I like to squeeze them firmly. In any case, I’ve enjoyed what you’ve just done, but if you want to experiment with different things, then that’s fine, too.”

I could feel my . . . what was it. . .some sort of weird hunger building within myself.

Inducing lactation? Mmm, no Travis, I just enjoyed being touched and feeling your tongue along my buds, I thought to myself.

My Mom orgasming while she breastfed me? Gross! TMI! Sure, she was a young woman at the time, but I couldn’t feel anything but disgust at hearing that my Mom probably used me to pleasure herself. She probably was wild and selfish.

All of a sudden, I just felt disgusted by it all.

Travis had pulled me forward and was now lapping at my private areas while I was perched awkwardly on our sofa. The same sofa where we had all watched movies and tv for years. And now it had his saliva and my secretions on it.

I slid back on the sofa and moved away. This was not “taking it slow”.

“Travis, I’ve changed my mind. This does not feel right. I want my first lover to kiss me, hold me, tell me they adore me, laugh with me, be my best friend. You’re my stepfather and you’re just going through some mechanical steps that my Mom probably told you to take. I’ll figure things out on my own. I’m inexperienced and innocent, but I’m not totally stupid.”

I wrapped myself in the throw and glanced around for my purse.