Cj & Me
Copyright© 2025 by Arking
Chapter 21
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 21 - 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
“You were too young back then.” She laughed.
She turned up the radio and we sang our way home to my place. It was well past dinner time and I knew I was in for a tongue lashing. Dinner time was six o’clock on the dot and woe betide anyone who was late. I wasn’t just late, I was close to 90 minutes late. I turned the radio down as we entered my home street. It was getting dark now. The street lights had come on I knew what to expect.
Macca pulled up outside of number 70 International Ave and got out. I grabbed my carry bag, still neatly packed, and headed inside. Macca ran around the car held my hand squeezed it and came with me. I stopped before going around the back.
“No Macca, I don’t think it would be a good idea to come in,” I told her in my newly found Mistress voice. She let go of my hand, hung her head and asked “Are you sure?” and then in a very quiet voice said “Mistress.”
I nodded, “Yes I’ll be alright.” She smiled kissed me on both cheeks said her good night then stopped.
“Wednesday Night, I’ll pick you up at six fifth teen OK?” I stopped, and froze. Took a deep breath. “Yes, 6:15 is fine.” Then proceeded to go inside. To face whatever was waiting for me.
Mum was sitting at the kitchen table. Casually glanced over her shoulder as I walked in through the back door.
“What time do you call this young lady?”
“Sorry mum, time got away from us,” I replied as I walked straight past her into my room. The stony silence worried me more than her sharp tones at times. I quickly put on a pair of panties and changed my top. I smelt my fingers and smiled at the familiar odor on them.
“So, how was your swimming pool party with Allison?” She asked in a none to interested tone.
“Yeah, it was good, met a lot of nice people there,” I told her.
“Any boys there?”
“NO mum, there were no boys there.” And as soon as I said that I regretted it. The silence warned me I had made an error.
I was sorting out my clothes for the following day, mum was standing at my bedroom door. Looking at me with a stern and hard look on her face. “You had better shower and open the window, this room reeks.”
I opened the window and went to walk past mum at the door, she stopped me, and looked down at me. Held my gaze and asked, “What are you playing at Roberta?”
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