Cj & Me
Copyright© 2025 by Arking
Chapter 20
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 20 - This is our story, CJ, a teenager, and a very much older woman, me. How we met, how we connected, how we coped with the many dramas such a relationship can have. Through heartache and pain, and so many happy moments, there are some very erotic sexual passages, all blended into the context of a life's journey. If you like, consider The OWLs Club and Hannah's Way.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/ft Consensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian Fiction BDSM DomSub Rough Oral Sex Violence
CJ and me. A Mistress, then a beating.
This will be one of the hardest chapters I will have to write. In this section of the story, life takes another turn. My mother shows me a side of her I never knew existed and I’m not as strong as I was led to believe I was. I settle into marriage, eventually having children and was told ‘be happy and grateful’. Forty years in a few pages seems like a wasted life. But I will skip the many Sapphic Adventures that occurred during that time. Maybe I will document them as one-off stories later on.
WARNING -- There is physical and verbal assault in this section. If that offends, skip this chapter and next.
I held onto Margaret as we climbed into the V dub. I chose to sit in the back with her and told Macca that we should keep the top-up. I had this newfound strength. So much had happened in 48 hours, let alone a whole week. This girl had grown into a young woman.
I held onto Margaret’s hand, as the car slowly made its way around the wide streets of North Adelaide. She leant into me, resting her head on my shoulder. I put my hand on her lap and she snuggled into me even more. I pushed my hand down into her pelvic region, I heard a gentle moan.
“I live on my own Mistress, you could come and stay with me if you wanted to?” I smiled at the thought and it did sound like a wonderful idea. The practical side of things didn’t appear to me.
Like, neither of us had a car, I couldn’t even drive. I worked on the other side of town to her. Then there were my parents. So as soon as I thought yes, the practical side kicked in and said don’t be silly.
“Margaret, it isn’t the right time right now. Who knows maybe sometime in the near future?” I said to her. I turned and kissed her. My hand instinctively held her head and it was a passionate, lengthy kiss, our tongues, danced the tango in each other’s mouths. Her hand cupped my breast, as my other hand searched for the bottom of her designer dress and found its way up her leg to her silk knickers, her legs opened for me. My fingers felt their way along the edge until I felt her warm moist core. She moaned and said “oh yes.” As I fingered her to a very intense orgasm. I felt her shake as she clung to me, her breathing, short and shallow, intense.
“Oh my Mistress, I am so sorry, I couldn’t help but cum. Please forgive me.” I kissed her again and withdrew my fingers and offered them to her. She took them in her mouth and sucked so hard, so sensually, I thought my fingernails were about to come off.