Her Mother's Secret
Chapter 13
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 13 - Juno is in love, but when the high school senior's boyfriend tries to go further than French kissing, she stops him cold. It's not that she doesn't have those same desires, but her mother's brainwashing since puberty has convinced her that a girl doesn't do those things before marriage. However, the hormones raging within her teenage body conflict with her overbearing mother's lectures. Juno doesn't know what to do about it until she discovers her mother's secret. That changes her life.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic First Teacher/Student
Juno’s heart pounded as she led Mr. Wilson to the staircase that would take them to her bedroom. The confidence she had on the porch suddenly vanished. This was what she had longed for, but now that it was real she wasn’t so sure. Her feet felt heavier with each step, but when she spotted the long-stemmed red roses in a vase sitting on the kitchen counter she released Mr. Wilson’s hand and raced to them. Snatching the vase off the counter and clutching it to her chest with the rose petals kissing her cheek and chin, Juno turned to Mr. Wilson.
“I love them,” she said. “No one ever gave me flowers. They’re so pretty.”
“Not as pretty as you. Let’s put the flowers someplace more suitable than the kitchen. How about the coffee table in the living room?”
Mr. Wilson took the vase from Juno and carried it into the living room where he placed it on the coffee table, shifting it several times to center it and then fluffing out the roses. Juno stood watching. When he was satisfied, Mr. Wilson sat on the couch and patted the cushion next to him.
“Sit with me and enjoy the flowers,” Mr. Wilson said.
Juno sat close to Mr. Wilson. When he draped an arm over her shoulders, she leaned into him with her head on his chest. It was Valentine’s Day. The roses were beautiful. Juno felt loved. She melted in his embrace.
They cuddled for around ten minutes with Juno staring at the roses, but the warmth of Mr. Wilson’s body along with his rhythmic heartbeat caused Juno’s eyelids to get heavy. Soon she couldn’t keep them open. She snuggled into his body with a sigh.
“You’re tired, I better go,” Mr. Wilson said.
Juno’s eyes popped open and her head sprang up. She stared into Mr. Wilson’s eyes and then flung her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth to hers. She shoved her tongue into his mouth and swirled it around his before pulling away.
“Don’t leave,” Juno said with pleading eyes.
Sliding her hands onto his shoulders, she pecked a dozen rapid kisses on his lips and all over his face. Mr. Wilson captured her woodpecker head in his hands to hold it still. He stared into her eyes.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said with a warm smile.
“Do you still find me attractive?” Juno asked.
“Of course. Why would you ask that?”
Juno’s eyes lowered. “Because you didn’t want to come into the house. And now you wanted to leave.”
“Remember when you were at my house and I wanted to talk before we had sex? To get to know you. I told you that the sex would be better then.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, it’s the same now. Even more so. I don’t want our relationship to be only about sex. I want more than that.”
“You mean like you had with my mother?”
Mr. Wilson frowned. “We said we wouldn’t talk about that. I think you’re the sexiest girl, um, woman I ever knew. And the sex with you was great. I can’t wait to have sex with you again. But I’m looking at a long-term relationship. I want to love you, and I want you to love me. That’s what will make the relationship last. That’s why I chose you to be my Valentine. And it will make the sex better too.”
“Does that mean we’re not going to have sex today?” Juno asked with a pout.
“Unless you tell me right now that you don’t want to, there’s no chance in hell of that.”
Juno’s face lit up. “I want to. So you do too?”
“Juno, don’t you know that you’ve been driving me crazy? I’ve been looking at your legs since we sat down.”
Juno’s eyes darted to her lap. Her skirt had ridden up her bare thighs. She owned one pair of thigh-high nylons that she wore when she dressed up. She wasn’t wearing them now, but if she had been she knew the skirt would be above the top band. Instead of being embarrassed, her heart fluttered that Mr. Wilson was looking at her legs.
“I wanted so much to do this,” Mr. Wilson said.
He placed a hand on her thigh near the hem of the skirt with his fingers stretched on the sensitive inner part. Like a mousetrap, Juno’s legs automatically snapped together, trapping his hand. Her breathing sped up to match her increased heartbeat. When he squeezed her thigh, she sucked in air.
“And I wanted to do this,” Mr. Wilson said.
He removed his hand from her thigh. It was joined by his other hand under her chin where his fingers unbuttoned the first fastened button on Juno’s red blouse and then continued down until they were all undone. Juno’s chest rose and fell with her ragged breaths. Mr. Wilson tugged the shirttails out of her skirt and opened the remaining two buttons. Then he pulled her blouse open and stared at her bra-encased tits. They weren’t having sex, but the butterflies fluttered in Juno’s tummy and her pussy tingled. Simply from Mr. Wilson opening her blouse and staring at her bra. When she now clamped her thighs together, it had nothing to do with his hand on them. It had to do with her squeezing her vagina muscles.
Mr. Wilson slid her blouse off her shoulders. It fell down until the sleeves stopped at her elbows. He leaned forward. Juno puckered her lips and closed her eyes waiting for the kiss, but she gasped and then moaned when Mr. Wilson’s lips unexpectantly pressed against the side of her neck. Her hand flew to the back of his head and remained there while he kissed and nibbled her neck. When he finally pulled away, Juno sat with her eyes closed in a dreamlike state, although she had never felt anything like that in her dreams. Her eyes slowly opened to see Mr. Wilson smiling at her.
“I would love to see your bedroom,” Mr. Wilson said.
Juno lifted her blouse back on, but didn’t bother buttoning it. She stood and held out her hand. Mr. Wilson took it, but he didn’t stand. He turned her palm to his mouth and kissed it. Juno’s knees almost buckled. Only then did he stand.
When they entered Juno’s bedroom, she screeched. The clothes she had rushed out of earlier were scattered on her bed and the floor. She dashed from one item to the next, snatching them and hugging them to her chest. Mr. Wilson leaned against the door jamb with a broad smile plastered on his face. When Juno had gathered all her clothes from earlier that day, her head whipped around as she searched for something she had missed. Then she stood paralyzed with her clothes bundled in her arms until she bolted to the corner and dumped them on the floor. She returned to the middle of the room and stood there panting.
“I-I...” Juno stammered. “When you showed up I didn’t know and had to change and I was in a hurry and—” She buried her face in her hands.
Mr. Wilson ran to Juno and wrapped his arms around her trembling body. “That was my fault.”
They stood like that for a while before Juno’s arms went around his body and hugged him tight. Nothing was said as they rocked in one another’s arms, like an intimate slow dance. And then Mr. Wilson’s hands traveled up Juno’s back. They reached her shoulders where he pulled her unbuttoned blouse down her back. Once again, the red blouse hung from her elbows, but this time Juno backed up and pulled her arms through the sleeves. Just a few minutes before, Juno had panicked at the sight of her clothes strewn around her bedroom, but that didn’t stop her from letting the blouse drop to the floor.
Mr. Wilson stepped up to Juno and placed his palms on her shoulder blades. He slid them down over the upper swells of her bra-encased breasts, over the tips, down the underside, and along the bare skin all the way to the waistband of her skirt. Juno sucked in air at different points and goose bumps sprouted all over her skin. Mr. Wilson, having stooped when he got to her stomach, stood up and reached behind Juno. He unclasped her bra.
He stepped back to gaze at the dangling bra. The bra fluttered with each shoulder-lifting deep breath Juno took from her arousal, teasing Mr. Wilson with glimpses of more tit flesh. The lust in Mr. Wilson’s eyes made Juno’s legs rubbery and she trembled. Not that long ago it would have embarrassed the girl, but no longer. It thrilled her, excited her. And then Mr. Wilson came closer and flicked the bra straps off her shoulders. The bra slid down her arms and floated to the floor leaving her naked from the waist up. Juno’s nipples grew, mimicking the goose bumps.
“Did I ever tell you how pretty you are?” Mr. Wilson asked.
“Uh-huh,” was all Juno managed to get out.
“And how sexy?”
Juno nodded, her breathing getting deeper.
“And how much I love you?”
Juno lunged at Mr. Wilson, flinging her arms around him and hugging him. The roughness of his shirt against her stiff nipples shot right to her pussy. She laid the side of her face on his chest as she held him tight.
Mr. Wilson pried her arms off him and sat on the edge of the bed. A lone finger motioned for her to come to him. As she did, he spread his legs to give her room to get close. He placed his hands on the outside of her thighs above her knees and slid them up and down, eliciting moans from Juno. His hands went higher with each stroke, disappearing underneath her skirt, soon reaching the elastic on the leg holes of her panties. And then his hands moved higher, onto the sides of the panties. But they didn’t stop there. They moved around her onto her buttocks and stroked and squeezed the two orbs through the panties.
Juno’s knees buckled. She grabbed Mr. Wilson’s shoulders to keep from falling. With her eyes closed, she concentrated on the sensation of his hands. And then she gasped when his fingers snaked underneath the panties at the bottom of her buttocks and onto her naked ass. Now when he caressed and squeezed, Juno’s hips rocked back and forth. Only slightly, but there was no conscious thought of doing it. Her body was in control.
As Mr. Wilson’s hands moved inside the back of her panties, the hem of her skirt bunched up on his forearms. The skirt moved with his arms, tickled her thighs, giving her brain even more sensual feedback. His hands are underneath my skirt, she thought. But just then, Mr. Wilson’s hands slid out of the panties.
“No! Don’t stop!”
But his hands didn’t stop. They traveled to the front of her thighs and then to the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Juno sucked in air and held it. As he stroked that skin, the tips of his longest fingers slid underneath the elastic leg bands. But for only a split second each time. Juno thrust her hips each time hoping they’d go in farther, but the fingers kept retreating to her inner thighs outside the panties.
And then the unexpected happened.
Mr. Wilson’s left hand quickly slid around to the back of her thigh and into the leg band of her panties, cupping one buttock. At the same time, his right hand moved to the front of her panties, palming her groin with his fingers pointing up like a shot-putter. His left hand pulled her toward him while his right pressed against her sex, squeezing her between his two hands.