Her Mother's Secret
Chapter 7
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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
Slouched on the couch next to Mr. Wilson, Juno was still half sitting and half lying as she recovered from her mind-blowing orgasm. Her rounded, cone-shaped bare breasts stood out firmly with the nipples hard, and her skirt was high on her thighs, one side nearly to the hip. So much so that if Mr. Wilson bent over a little he would see her panties. The panties his hand had been pressed against. Calming down from the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced, Juno savored the pleasant pulsing between her legs.
Mr. Wilson lifted one of Juno’s limp hands and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it. “Thank you,” he said.
“For what?”
“For letting me show you that sex could be wonderful.”
“I should be thanking you.”
“You thanked me with your orgasm.”
“Huh?”
“That gave me pleasure.”
Juno’s eyes darted to his crotch. “You mean you came in your pants?”
Mr. Wilson chuckled. “No, not that kind of pleasure. Hopefully I’ll have that later. I mean I was glad you reacted to me the way you did.”
“Oh boy, did I ever.” Juno’s brow furrowed. “But how come it wasn’t like that with my boyfriend?”
“Where did you do it?”
“In his car. The back seat.”
“Did you talk first?”
“Talk? Not really. We didn’t want to talk. We wanted to, you know.”
“The first thing I did was talk to you. We didn’t just jump into sex. And talk could be arousing, like when I told you about that time you wore a dress in my class.”
Juno blushed. “Oh god, that was so embarrassing.”
“But arousing, right? It aroused you.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“You guess?”
“Okay, it did.”
“And we kissed a little and then we kissed more. And the kissing became more passionate. Is that what happens when you kiss your boyfriend?”
“Well, it starts out passionate. We can’t wait to do it.”
“Sometimes it’s better to wait. To take it slow. Build up the passion. And when I touched your breast you really reacted. Do you react like that when your boyfriend touches your breast?”
“It hurt when he did it.”
“Oh, he, um ... Next time remember what I did and tell him to do it like that.”
“I can’t tell him how to touch me.”
“Then how will he learn? Isn’t that why you’re here? To learn so that you can teach your boyfriend?”
“Yeah, but now that you showed me, I don’t know if I can tell him.”
“You told me to press my hand on your pussy.”
“I did not!”
“Not with words, but you pulled my hand against it and humped it. That told me all I needed to know.”
“I wasn’t thinking. I just did it.”
“All I’m saying is you told me what you wanted. That’s what all boys want. They want to know how to please the girl. Believe me, most boys are clueless. Many men too. You can show them, like you did me by grabbing my hand. Or you can tell them. Your boyfriend won’t be mad. He’ll be grateful. Trust me on that.”
“So this is how you’re going to teach me?” Juno asked.
“I’m not going to tell you. I’m going to show you by making love to you. If there’s something you like or don’t like while we’re doing it, tell me. Don’t be shy. And tell your boyfriend what you want. And what you don’t want. What you like and don’t like. When he was hurting your breast, did you tell him?”
“Yeah. He was hurting me so I told him.”
“And then what?”
“I don’t know.”
“Come on, then what happened?”
“Um, when he put his hand back on my breast it didn’t...”
Mr. Wilson waited. When Juno didn’t finish, he asked, “Didn’t what?”
“You know, didn’t get me excited like when you did it.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. It was just there not doing anything. It didn’t feel good.”
“Did you tell him how to do it?”
Juno lowered her eyes and said in a soft voice, “No.”
“Then how would he know?”
“I guess he didn’t.”
“That’s rule number...” Mr. Wilson paused. “I don’t know what rule we’re up to. It’s just something to know. You have to tell the boy what you want and don’t want and how you want it.”
“But what if I don’t know how?”
“That’s why you’re here. To learn how.” Mr. Wilson paused. “Juno, would you like to go to my bedroom?”
She nodded vigorously.
Still holding the hand that he had kissed, Mr. Wilson tugged it as he stood. Juno rose with him, but flung her free arm across her naked breasts. She frantically looked for her blouse and spotted it on the couch. When she reached for it, Mr. Wilson held her back.
“You’re not going to need your shirt,” Mr. Wilson said.
With her arm still draped over her breasts, Juno said, “But I’m— You’re fully dressed. It’s embarrassing.”
“You have to stop being embarrassed when you’re with someone you’re going to make love to.”
Mr. Wilson grabbed the bottom of his golf shirt, yanked it over his head, and tossed it on top of Juno’s blouse.
“There,” he said, “we’re both naked from the waist up.”
“It’s not the same.”
Mr. Wilson placed a hand on Juno’s forearm, the one that was pressed to her chest. “Your breasts are beautiful. Please don’t hide them from me.”
When he tugged, Juno resisted for a moment before letting him pull her arm away from her naked breasts. He brushed the side of her left breast with his fingertips. She shivered and sighed. “Beautiful,” he said and then leaned down and kissed the nipple. Her hand reached for his head, but he had already stood up.
“Let’s do it in the bedroom,” Mr. Wilson said, holding out his hand.
Juno took the offered hand and followed him to his bedroom. She looked around the room. Her first thought was, I’m in a teacher’s bedroom, but then she was impressed at how neat the room was. And manly. Juno had posters of actors and band members taped on her walls. So did her friends. Mr. Wilson had framed paintings and photographs, one of a photo-finish at some Formula One car race and another of a Par 3 at Augusta National Golf Club. A set of golf clubs in a dark blue golf bag stood out of the way in one far corner. The bed was large. King-size like her parents’ bed. That reminded her of her mother and Juno wondered if she had sex with Mr. Wilson in his bed. Juno quickly pushed that thought away.
When Juno finished examining Mr. Wilson’s bedroom, she turned to see him smiling at her. His muscular chest and flat tummy sent pulses to her pussy. That reminded her that she was naked from the waist up as well. Her arms automatically moved to crisscross her breasts, but she stopped them partway up. They dropped to her sides. Why was he just standing there? Was he waiting for her to do something?
“Should I get undressed?” Juno asked.
Mr. Wilson didn’t answer. That made her nervous. He walked up to her and cupped both sides of her face in his hands and tilted her face up.
“Did I tell you how pretty you are?” Mr. Wilson asked in a soft, loving voice.
Juno stared into Mr. Wilson’s gazing eyes. Her knees weakened. Butterflies fluttered in her belly. She desperately wanted his lips on hers. And then his face came toward hers. She closed her eyes. His lips touched hers. She moaned and clenched her pussy. And then his tongue poked her lips. She opened her mouth with a sigh and accepted his tongue. Her tongue went into overdrive, but his was restrained, moving slowly against her rapidly flapping one.
Juno didn’t know how long the kiss had lasted, but when it ended she was panting. Her eyes automatically dropped to her skirt to see if she was still wearing it. She was, which surprised her because while kissing in the living room she somehow had both her blouse and bra undone.
Mr. Wilson’s hands slid to the base of the back of Juno’s head until the fingertips of the two hands touched. His thumbs were next to her ears. He leaned in for another kiss. Juno closed her eyes and opened her mouth. But his lips kissed her right cheek and then her left one. And then her upper lip and then her bottom one. And then his lips were gone. Juno opened her eyes in search of them. Mr. Wilson was staring at her.
“Why are you in a hurry?” he asked. “Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to see you strip. But today we’re going to do this slowly. Maybe next time you can strip for me.”
“Next time?”
“Oh,” Mr. Wilson said with his eyes widening, “I meant if circumstances were different and we would be doing this again. But for now, didn’t you like the way I just kissed you?”
Juno’s eyes rolled up. “I loved it.”
“Did the kiss make you want to do more?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Me too.”
Mr. Wilson pulled Juno to him, hugging her with one hand on her back and his other one cupping the back of her head. Her bare breasts flattened on his naked skin. The hand on her back stroked her until she thought the goose bumps that grew would get so large they would burst like a balloon with too much air. And then Mr. Wilson scooped her up in his arms and sat her on the side of the bed. He dropped to his knees in front of her.
Mr. Wilson untied the laces of one of Juno’s sneakers and then the other. She stared down at him, her heart thumping, her body tense from the unknown. He placed a hand under her left calf, lifted her foot, and then removed the sneaker. After removing the white sock, instead of lowering her foot he raised it and kissed the top of it.
Juno gasped.
Mr. Wilson didn’t put her bare foot back on the floor. He held it on his thigh and rubbed it.
“Does having your foot massaged turn you on?” Mr. Wilson asked.
“I-I don’t know. No one ever did it.”
Mr. Wilson squeezed her bare foot and ran his thumb along the skin. “I’m doing it. Does it arouse you? Look how it arouses me.”
Mr. Wilson shifted closer to the bed and pressed the sole of her foot on his groin. When he massaged the foot, he also rubbed it against his hard cock.
“Oh, god! Yes! It does!”
Mr. Wilson left her foot on his groin and lifted her right foot. He removed that sneaker and slowly pulled the sock down and off. When done, he lifted that foot to his mouth and kissed the sole.
Juno closed her eyes and moaned.
“Are all your panties bright colors?” Mr. Wilson asked while massaging the foot near his cheek.
Juno’s eyes opened in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“I mean the ones you were wearing in class with that blue dress were bright pink. And the ones you’re wearing now are bright yellow.”
“How do—?”
Juno’s eyes followed where Mr. Wilson was staring. With her leg raised and her legs apart, he was looking directly underneath her skirt. She slapped a hand on the top of the skirt between her legs and pressed the material to the mattress and held it there.
“I like bright colors,” Mr. Wilson said with a warm smile.
“How could you? You looked under my skirt.”
“I’m soon going to see more than that, unless you changed your mind. Did you change your mind?”
“No, but...”
Mr. Wilson saw Juno’s confusion and waited, then he said, “That’s right, there is no but. I’m not a pervert stealing a peek. I’m your lover who is making love to you. I can tell you that what I just saw was very arousing to me. Why was it wrong for me to look?”
“I don’t know, it just is. Guys aren’t supposed to look under girls’ skirts.”
“Are you going to let your boyfriend see your panties?”
“I guess.”
“I’m not your boyfriend, but today I’m your lover.” Mr. Wilson pressed the foot still in his lap against his hard-on. “Don’t you see how aroused you make me? That means I find you sexy. Kissing you turns me on. Seeing and touching your breasts turns me on. Massaging your bare feet turns me on. Just seeing your legs turns me on. So seeing your panties turns me on because I know what’s hidden behind them. And, believe me, that really turns me on.”
Not knowing what to say, Juno didn’t say anything.
“Are you upset that you turn me on?” Mr. Wilson asked.
“No, it’s kind of exciting.”
“We wouldn’t be here if you didn’t turn me on.”
Juno’s eyebrows furrowed. “I thought you were doing this because my mother asked you to.”
Mr. Wilson put Juno’s foot on the floor and sat on the bed next to her. He wrapped her in his arms and held her silently for a while.
“Juno, I would have said no to your mother if you didn’t mean something to me. I told you that you turned me on when you were in my class, but I couldn’t do anything about it. When your mother asked me to show you how to make love, first I was shocked and said no. It was too weird. But the more I thought about it, and the more I thought about you, the more I wanted to do it. I wanted to hold you. I wanted to make love to you. I knew I had wanted to ever since you were in my class. That’s why when your mother kept asking me, I finally caved and agreed. I wasn’t doing her a favor. I would have said no if it was anyone else. But it wasn’t someone else. It was you. I fought it as long as I could, but then I realized it would be a one-time thing and be the only time I’d ever get to make love to you. I couldn’t resist that. That’s why we’re here. Because I like you and think you’re pretty and sexy and I like you. Oh, I said that already. But, Juno, I do like you. And I desire you. I know I’m just an old teacher to you and you’re doing this for different reasons, but that’s why I’m doing it.”
Tears welled up in Juno’s eyes. She wrapped her arms around Mr. Wilson and buried her face in his chest.
“When I saw you with my mother,” Juno said, “I was so jealous. I didn’t know it at first. I thought I was just angry that she was cheating on my dad and that she was doing things she told me not to do. But when I was alone in my room thinking about what I saw, I was jealous. Why was she having you and not me? I know it’s stupid, like a kid’s crush stupid, but that’s how I felt.”
“Juno, you’re a young lady, not a kid.”
Juno lifted her head from his chest. She stared at him with wet cheeks. “I am a kid! I know it and you know it!”
She buried her face in his chest again. “Maybe that’s why I get embarrassed around you,” she said. “I want you to like me so much, but I’m just a kid. Part of me wants you to look under my skirt. I want you to see my panties. I want it to give you a boner. I want you to desire me. But part of me is embarrassed by it.”
Mr. Wilson stroked Juno’s hair. “I do desire you. I have for some time. And not only because you’re pretty and sexy. I like you. But I never thought I would get the chance to tell you that. And now I’m not sure if this is such a good idea. Maybe I should take you home.”
Juno’s head shot up. “No! Don’t send me home! I’m sorry.”
Juno leapt off the bed and stood facing Mr. Wilson. Her cheeks were wetter than before. Bending forward, she grabbed the bottom of her skirt and yanked it straight up in one quick motion.
“I want you to see my panties! I want you to see all of me!”
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