“Suck it, bitch, suck that cock!”
Ellie felt Josh’s hand on her head and suddenly she was choking while he was forcing his cock down her throat. Her saliva was dribbling down his shaft, her eyes started to tear up and she couldn’t breathe. She wanted to please her boyfriend; she considered herself a “pleaser” when it came to sex, but this was anything but enjoyable. She started tapping his leg but he still wouldn’t ease up. She seriously considered punching him in his balls but instead she punched his thigh. While it did the trick, she immediately regretted not going for his balls.
“Ow! Shit! What the fuck babe?” he complained.
Ellie, freed from his grip, was coughing and trying to get her breath back. “You’re such an asshole Josh!” she said when she finally calmed down. “I couldn’t fucking breathe!”
“Calm down, babe.”
“Do not call me babe you jerk!”
“I’m sorry but you looked so hot and it felt awesome, I didn’t think I was hurting you.”
He could definitely fool most girls with his pretty boy looks and fake honesty, but having known Josh for 5 years and having dated him for 3 months she could tell he was full of shit. “Sure, as long as it felt good for you,” she replied as she stood up and started gathering her clothes.
“Oh, c’mon babe, don’t leave me hanging,” he said once he realized what she was doing. “I know you love my dick,” he said with a smug look while holding his still hard dick and pointing it in her direction.
“I’m never touching your pencil-dick again, you jerk. Finish it off yourself,” she replied while she was getting dressed. It wasn’t really a “pencil-dick”, it was average sized, but that was the only lame insult she could come up with. She was so furious with herself.
“God, you’re being such a bitch, Ellie.”
Ellie came really close to punching him in the face right then, but she decided it just wasn’t worth it. She didn’t say another word; she finished dressing and let herself out.
Mary was just coming out of the shower when she heard her daughter come in.
“Ellie, is that you?” she called from the upstairs bathroom.
“I’ll be ready in a few minutes. You’re still coming shopping with me, right?”
“What? I can’t hear you. Would you come up here so we can talk?”
Mary was in her bedroom, looking through her closet, when Ellie walked in. She’d thrown the towel on her bed and stood completely naked without a trace of self consciousness. Not that she had any reason to be. While she wasn’t particularly athletic, she led a very active lifestyle. She was one of those people with a lot of energy, constantly on the move, doing all sorts of activities. She was also always pretty disciplined with her eating habits, able to keep a very healthy diet most of the time. But in the end, her biggest ally were her genes, there was no way around it.
At 42 she still looked great. She stood at 5’5”, with a slim build, still tight in all the right places, and smooth pale skin. She had the classic combination of light blonde hair and green eyes. She preferred the ‘bald look’ so she made sure to make regular appointments to wax her bikini area. It was painful but worth it for the smoother look and for lasting longer. The one thing she often complained about her body were her breasts, which were barely a b-cup. She often talked about having them ‘done’ but both Bill and Ellie were one hundred percent against it. However, whenever she mentioned it, it was mostly in a casual and playful manner, it wasn’t a serious issue for her and it never really affected her self-image.
“Hey, Mom,” said Ellie, completely unconcerned about her mom’s state of undress, as nudity around the house was never a big deal in their family.
“Ah, there you are, sweetie. So, ready to hit the stores?”
“I don’t know, Mom, don’t really feel up to it.”
Mary noticed the tone of her voice and turned to face her daughter. She could immediately tell by her expression that something was up.
“Ellie, what’s wrong, sweetie?”
“Don’t give me that, you know you can always talk to me.” After she received no reply she added, “Is it boy trouble?” Ellie still kept silent. “It is, isn’t it? I knew it! Is it Josh?”
“Boys are all such jerks,” she finally admitted.
“Oh, honey, I’m sorry. Look, all the more reason to go shopping with me! You can distract yourself and we won’t talk about it if you don’t want to,” Mary encouraged her.
“I don’t know...” Ellie hesitated.
“Come on, sweetie, I really need your help choosing a new swimsuit for the vacation. Maybe I’ll treat you one too!” Mary said with a hopeful smile.
“Okay, okay, whatever,” she finally gave up. New clothes was a hard offer to pass up.
“Ha! I knew a bribe would work,” Mary said, noticing Ellie trying really hard to suppress a smile. “I saw that, missy!” she called after her, as she made her way to her room to get ready.
A couple of hours later they were walking down a side walk, holding a couple of store bags each, talking and giggling. Ellie realized she had completely forgotten the incident with Josh earlier, and felt thankful to her mom for the distraction.
“Thanks, Mom. I had a great time, I really needed that.”
“That’s what moms are for, silly!” Mary replied with a smile. “So, do you want to talk about what happened?”
“Josh being an asshole is what happened!”
“What did he do?”
“It was a sex thing...”
“So? We’ve talked about sex before, Ellie; it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Which was true, Mary always tried to be open when talking about sex - sometimes even a bit too open - and encouraged her daughter to do the same. She felt that they had the kind of relationship that helped Ellie feel safe to confide to her parents.
“Oh yeah, you certainly love talking about sex,” Ellie said with a knowing smile.
“Shut it, you bitch,” Mary replied and bumped her playfully with her hip. “Seriously, though, I know that your dad and I are not your typical parents who go out of their way to hide the fact that they are also sexual beings. We are both people with a healthy sexual drive and it doesn’t feel right to me to try to pretend that sex is evil or that you should be afraid of it. That’s how I was raised and it fucked me up when I was younger, until I discovered everything on my own. I’d rather try to educate you so you’ll know how you can put yourself in the right circumstances to enjoy it.”
“Well, it doesn’t seem you’re doing such a good job. I always end up with complete jerks. Boys are so selfish and inconsiderate.”
“What the hell did Josh do?”
“He almost choked me with his dick!”
Mary couldn’t help letting a small chuckle escape her mouth but she recovered pretty fast.
“Mom!” Ellie cried, surprised at her mom’s reaction.
“Oh, I’m really sorry honey, it’s not funny.”
Ellie kept silent pretending to be madder than she really was.
“So, you mean, like, he tried to force you to deep throat him?” Mary continued.
“So you don’t like it rough then?”
“I do! I mean, I think I do. In theory. But I think boys don’t know how to do ‘rough’. I love watching rough sex in porn, and I fantasize about it, but in reality it doesn’t feel any good at all.”
“Oh honey, it feels amazing!” Mary said with a dreamy look on her face, “But it’s like you said, boys don’t know shit. If you find a man that knows what he is doing it can be...” Mary paused for a few seconds lost in her thoughts “ ... well, you’ll see.”
“When? I want to experience good sex but it seems l only end up with inexperienced boys or selfish jerks. I’ve had sex a few times but I still feel like I’m a virgin. I guess I could start approaching more experienced older men?”
“Oh, hell no! That sounds dangerous. Sure, an older man would probably be much better in bed, but you can’t just trust older guys who prey on eighteen year old girls! You’re still so innocent, why are you so impatient. Find a decent nice boy your age and learn together.”
“I don’t feel innocent, there’s so much stuff I want to try, and I’m scared I’ll be called a slut if people found out.”
“Oh, trust me, I know how that feels. It’s all a matter of being with the right person. Wanting to be sexually adventurous doesn’t necessarily make you a whore, but not all people understand that.”
“How the hell do I find the right person?”
“I don’t know sweetie, it will happen, trust me.”
“So, I guess Dad was that person for you, huh?”
“Absolutely. It wasn’t until a met your dad that I finally felt good about my sexuality and safe to explore it.”
“Sounds like you guys had quite a bit of fun when you were younger. I mean, you still do, judging from the sounds I hear sometimes coming from the bedroom,” Ellie said with a smile.
“Oh you don’t know the half of it!” Mary replied giggling.
“So is he good at rough ... stuff?” Ellie asked hesitantly.
“Oh yes!” Mary replied enthusiastically.
“Mom!” Ellie acted surprised by her mom’s revelation.
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