Kelly's Diary 036 - Sex in a Cornfield
Copyright© 2024 by Kelly85
Chapter 2: Mom Makes Me Feel Better
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 2: Mom Makes Me Feel Better - Most high school teens do it in the backseat of a car or sneak into their bedroom when their parents aren't home. Well, there's plenty of other places to have fun if you just use your imagination a little.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft True Story Masturbation Oral Sex
My mom must have recognized something was up when I got back home.
“Hey girl, what’s the story?” she asked, “You look like the whole world is against you today or something.”
I just shrugged at her and headed up the stairs to my bedroom to change. I untied my top and let it drop from my boobs to the floor where it was quickly joined by my bottoms. Standing in front of my mirror I looked myself over critically. Is there a teenage girl in the world who likes what she sees when she looks in the mirror? Even so, I had to grudgingly admit it wasn’t all that bad. My hair was a wreck but what could you expect after having it tied back in the hot sun all day?
Cupping my boobs like I was weighing out two tomatoes, for the millionth time I wished they were more like two grapefruits! Granted, my breasts were firm and perky with average size nipples and a nice profile, but they were just too small to satisfy me. My sweet dad was always trying to make me feel better about them, telling me a handful was just perfect - why waste any more? To be honest, I’d never heard a complaint from any boy that I had ever dated but then I doubt that really means anything. So long as it has a nipple on it and he can touch it, I think your average horny-toad boy is be happy as could be!
My crotch, a small white triangle where my bikini barely hid it from the sun, was clean shaven without any redness or bumps from shaving. I’ve found so long as I shaved every day it was OK but if I let it go for more than a couple of days it gets all irritated and ugly after I shave it back off again. I don’t know how long I’d been standing there when I heard something from the door behind me. I looked around and there was my mom giving me the once-over herself.
“You know Kelly, you’re quite a pretty girl,” she said with a smile. Such comments were why I loved my mom, even if I knew she was just telling me what I needed to hear to make me happy.
“Oh Mommmmmm,” I sighed, rolling my eyes as I huffed.
Accepting compliments has never been one of my strong points and it embarrassed me a bit to hear her tell me I was pretty. Funny, but it never bothered me when a boy told me I was pretty or what not. I mean what else would they be telling me when their goal was to get in my pants? From my mom though it came from the heart and meant so much more to me.
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