Her Mother's Secret
Chapter 8
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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
Sunlight streaming through the bedroom window awoke Mr. Wilson. He was disoriented for a moment because he always drew the blackout shades when he went to sleep, but the naked Juno lying next to him instantly brought back memories of the previous night. He rolled onto his side and smiled as he gazed at her sleek body.
Juno’s skin was flawless and her sleeping face beautiful. Lying on her back, with one leg straight and the other bent with the knee pointing outward, her legs were open. He noticed that her pussy lips were no longer the tight slit he had first seen. They were now slightly parted. And flecks of his dried semen that had oozed out of her pussy during the night clung to the edges. Remembering he had taken her virginity caused his dick to stiffen. Even if last night was the only time he ever fucked her, nothing would change the fact that he would always be her first.
He sat up for a bird’s eye view. Juno’s neck was long and slim, blemished only by two pale hickeys on one side. Thankfully, he had not gotten too carried away last night. The hickeys should be gone before school on Monday or, at least, fade enough to cover with a thin layer of makeup. It was not uncommon for high school girls to come to school with hickeys, but how would Juno explain who had given them to her? Her firm, cone-shaped breasts stood tall. Gravity’s only influence was a slight widening at the base. Moving south from those twin peaks led to the valley of Juno’s flat tummy and then to the mound of her prominent mons. The mound reminded Mr. Wilson of a smooth turtle shell. It was a womanly vulva, and the hips that flared from the narrow waist belonged to a woman as well. Juno was no longer a kid.
Mr. Wilson shifted on his knees, moving this way and that while examining every inch of her. One inner thigh wasn’t as lucky as her neck. The hickey there was dark, but her pants would hide it. Thankfully the weather was cool. His knees sank into the mattress each time he moved, enough to disturb Juno. She stirred and her eyes opened. Noticing someone next to her, she turned her head to face Mr. Wilson and stared up at him for a moment before her eyes looked down her body and widened. She flung an arm across her naked breasts and swung a leg over her other one, curling into a ball as she rolled away from him onto her side. Mr. Wilson took a quick peek at the round bottom that had been unavailable during his inspection.
“Why are you still embarrassed for me to see you naked?” Mr. Wilson asked.
Juno shrugged a shoulder.
Mr. Wilson placed a hand on that shoulder and slid it down her arm. Goose bumps formed in the caress’s wake. But when his hand left her elbow onto her waist and then hip, Juno swatted it away.
“I need to go home!” Juno shouted. “My mother didn’t say I could spend the night here. She’s gonna kill me.”
“She won’t. We both assumed you’d sleep here. She’s okay with it. It’s Sunday, no school.”
Mr. Wilson leaned over Juno and whispered in her ear, “Anyway, there’s more for me to teach you.”
“There is?!”
“Yes. But you’re going to be naked when I show you. Are you okay with that?”
A moment of silence was followed by Juno asking, “Will I like it?”
“Did you like what we did last night?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Then you’ll like this, too. But I think we should wash up and shower first. And then have breakfast. I have an unused toothbrush for you. How’s that sound?”
“Okay, I guess.”
“Then you rest here while I shower. Then I’ll make breakfast while you shower. Okay?”
“Okay.”
Mr. Wilson jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He needed more than a shower. He really had to pee. After he finished his morning routine and had towel dried from his shower, he left the new toothbrush still in the original sealed package on the counter next to the tube of toothpaste by the sink and returned to the bedroom. Juno was still in bed, but she had slipped underneath the top sheet that was pulled up to her chin. Her eyes followed him walking naked, often dropping to his dick that flopped side to side.
Oh, my god! That was inside me! It seemed so much bigger yesterday.
Mr. Wilson opened a dresser drawer and removed a fresh pair of boxers. He stepped into them before facing Juno.
“My robe is hanging on the back of the bathroom door. It’s going to be large on you, but wear it to breakfast. You’ll be more comfortable.”
Then Mr. Wilson left the bedroom wearing only the fresh boxers. They were light blue.
Juno padded to the bathroom, peed, brushed her teeth, and washed her face in the sink. She noticed the hickeys and twisted her head to the side and stuck out her chin to get a better look. They didn’t look too bad. She could cover them up. Then she giggled thinking she would make a point to show them to her mother. That would be payback. Juno had made love to her mother’s lover.
Then Juno stepped into the shower which was still wet from Mr. Wilson’s shower. She stood there thinking that she was standing where he had been a short while before. Where he stood naked and rubbed his body with soap. Most of the time was spent thinking about him soaping his dick and she wondered if he had been thinking of her while doing it. And if it got hard. Thinking that his dick got hard while thinking about her caused a tingling in her pussy. She squeezed her thighs together.
The shower included a tiled seat on the opposite wall of the showerhead. Juno sat on it with her back against the wall and her knees two feet apart. She thought back to last night, at how scared she had been and how she had experienced many new sensations. She loved what Mr. Wilson had done to her. Even his kisses were better than Davy’s. So why had she been embarrassed this morning when he saw her naked? He had seen her naked yesterday, and rather close up. Then her breath caught.
He fucked me!
Juno bent forward and looked between her spread legs. She saw the dried remnants of his semen, but she looked the same down there. She tentatively slipped a finger inside. It went in easier than it had before and she wasn’t even wet. That wasn’t true. Thinking of Mr. Wilson showering in the same shower she was in and rubbing his dick had gotten her wet. But she had been wet before while masturbating and her finger went in easier this time.
Oh wow, I’m not a virgin.
Juno leaned forward more and used her thumbs to spread her labia apart. Her pink pussy yawned at her. She had broken her hymen a long time ago when she got carried away during masturbating, not that she had ever examined herself like this. The hole was so small. How did Mr. Wilson’s dick fit? She released the labia and sat up, leaning against the wall with her eyes closed. A smile formed on her lips.
He got it all inside me. I was able to take it all.
Juno stood and turned on the water. She jumped back to wait for it to warm. Then she picked up the soap. The soap was wet. It was the same soap Mr. Wilson had used on his body only moments before. Juno rubbed her pussy with the soap wondering what part of his body the soap had last touched. His face? His cock? A shiver ran through her thinking that the soap went from touching his cock directly to her pussy.
Juno rubbed the soap harder and faster, leaning on the wall with her hand flat on it, her head down, her eyes closed. Her hips humped. She rubbed the soap against her clitoris, at first slowly but soon furiously. Electric charges sparked inside her pussy and through her body. She dropped to her knees on the tiled floor. With a hand on the floor supporting her and her head hung and eyes closed, the hand with the soap went into overdrive. Vigorously rubbing. Juno exploded and fell onto her side with her thighs clamped around her hand pressing the soap to her pussy.
Juno lay on the floor with the water raining on her panting body. Her breaths were rapid and heavy. When she calmed down, she felt silly. Juno stood up and showered quickly. After toweling dry, she took the robe off the hook on the back of the door and put it on. The sleeves came past her hands. She rolled them up as best she could. But the bottom pooled on the floor at her feet. Holding the robe up, she tried to walk but couldn’t without tripping. And what made it worse was that the sleeves kept unraveling over her hands. Giving up, Juno removed the robe and hung it back up.
A nude Juno returned to Mr. Wilson’s bedroom. She spotted her skirt, but a knot formed in her belly when she remembered her blouse was on the couch in the living room downstairs. Standing alone in Mr. Wilson’s bedroom, struggling for a solution, her eyes fell on the closet. She opened it. Mr. Wilson had a few suits and sports coats, slacks, and shirts hanging. She selected a pale blue shirt from several of the same color remembering that he often wore that color to school when she had been in his class. She chose a short sleeve one so as not to deal with his longer arms like with the robe. Even then, the shoulders drooped partway down her thin arms and the short sleeves covered her elbows. Then she buttoned it up, leaving the top two buttons undone for comfort. It was so baggy she had no doubt that a second person of her size would fit in the shirt along with her.
Juno walked to the dresser and stared at herself in the mirror hanging on the wall above it. The hem of the shirt was long enough to cover her privates. Although the two flaps below the bottom button showed too much if she moved carelessly. She turned her back to the mirror and looked over her shoulder. The shirt covered her butt. Satisfied, Juno went downstairs and into the kitchen where Mr. Wilson was standing over the stove wearing only his boxers. He looked over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, the shirt will do,” he said. “I should have thought of that. Hope you like scrambled eggs. I don’t know how to cook many things.”
“Do you need help?”
“Nah, have a seat. It’ll be ready in a jiffy.”
Juno sat at one of the two settings laid out on the table and watched Mr. Wilson cook. He was a teacher at her school. Her teacher last year. He was practically naked. She was practically naked. She was wearing a shirt he wore when teaching school, probably one he had worn when teaching her. And she was wearing nothing else. Feeling the vinyl chair stick to her bare butt was a constant reminder of that. And he acted as if everything was ordinary.
Mr. Wilson came to where Juno was sitting and filled her glass with orange juice. “Your mother told me to remind you to take your pill.”
“Huh? What pill?” Juno’s eyes and mouth both opened wide. “Shit! I forgot them!”
“She slipped them into your pocketbook. I think it’s in the living room.”
Juno jumped out of the chair and bolted to the living room, ignoring the hem of the shirt flapping around her. That is until she was panting in front of her pocketbook on the end of the couch. She wondered if Mr. Wilson had seen her naked ass as she ran, but dropped that thought and opened the pocketbook. She frantically rummaged through it. There it was, the plastic container. She verified the Sunday date and popped out that day’s birth control pill. After replacing the container, she went back to the kitchen at a normal pace. Mr. Wilson was placing scrambled eggs on their plates and paused to watch her walk toward him. She studied his eyes to look for any recognition that he had seen her naked butt. She saw nothing and picked up her glass of orange juice, turned her back to Mr. Wilson, placed the pill on her tongue, and swallowed it with the juice. Juno sat down, tugging at the hem of the shirt.
“I can’t believe she did that,” Juno said with her eyes lowered.
“Would you rather have forgotten to take it?”
Juno looked at Mr. Wilson. “No, it’s just that she treats me like a baby.” She bit her bottom lip as she looked back down.
“If she thought you were a baby you wouldn’t be in my house and we wouldn’t have done what we did last night. Same goes for me. I wouldn’t have done any of that if I didn’t think of you as a woman.”
Juno’s eyes shot up. “You mean that?”
“Of course. Now eat before your eggs get cold.”
Juno chuckled. “Now you sound like my mother.”
Mr. Wilson burst out laughing. “Well, I didn’t mean to.”
While the two ate, the conversation was basically Mr. Wilson asking questions about Juno and her answering them. He wanted to know all about her and covered her friends and likes and dislikes. The one topic he didn’t ask about was school. Another was Davy. The third topic avoided was having anything to do with sex or what they had done the previous night or what they were going to do today. But what they were going to do today weighed on Juno’s mind. However, she was embarrassed to ask. When breakfast was over and Mr. Wilson was loading the dishwasher, Juno’s anxiety surged.
I liked yesterday, so why wouldn’t I like today? But I thought we did everything yesterday. What is Mr. Wilson going to do today? What if it’s weird stuff? Something perverted. Not normal. Maybe I should just go home. But I like being with Mr. Wilson. I even like him more than when he was my teacher. He treats me like a grown-up. And, oh, he’s so dreamy.
“Let’s go,” Mr. Wilson said, pulling Juno out of her thoughts.
He held out his hand and, after Juno stared at it for a moment, she took it. As they walked, Juno’s mind was still on her troubling thoughts so she was on automatic. She turned toward his bedroom, but Mr. Wilson continued toward the living room. Juno stumbled as her feet tangled. Mr. Wilson stopped and caught her.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Huh? Yeah. I just tripped.”
Mr. Wilson brought her to the living room and sat on the couch, pulling her down next to him. She followed him as if in a dream, but when she noticed that he wasn’t looking at her face she became more alert. She followed his gaze to her lap where her legs were parted and the two flaps of the shirt she had taken from his closet had separated. She gasped. Her entire pubic area and labia were exposed, framed by the shirttails. Juno snapped her legs together and pulled the gaping shirt closed.
“I didn’t mean to stare,” Mr. Wilson said, now looking at Juno’s face. “It’s just that you are so irresistible to look at.”
“You’re not going to hurt me, are you?”
“Hurt you? My dear Juno, why would I hurt you?”
“I mean, is what you’re going to do to me today going to hurt?”
Mr. Wilson placed his palm on Juno’s cheek while his eyes bored into hers. “You excited me so much yesterday that I skipped over some things I wanted to teach you about sex. Things you and your boyfriend will like. I will teach you those things today and then take you home and you’ll never have to see me again.”
“B-But we did everything yesterday.”
“Not everything. There is more you will want your boyfriend to do. With his hands and, if he’s willing, his mouth. And yesterday it was all me pleasuring you. If you want to be a good lover, you should do things to your boyfriend.”
“Like what?”
“That’s what I’m going to show you today.”
Mr. Wilson moved his hands to Juno’s shirt. With his fingers hovering at the topmost fastened button, he asked, “May I?”
Looking down her nose with crossed eyes, Juno nodded.
Mr. Wilson popped the button through the buttonhole and then the next few, stopping when half of them were undone. Then, with his eyes locked on Juno’s, he slipped a hand onto her naked left breast and just held it there. Juno shivered at the touch and her eyes closed. She sighed.
“I touched these yesterday,” Mr. Wilson said without moving his hand, “so consider this a refresher.”
He squeezed. Juno moaned. He fondled her breast, sometimes pressing his palm against her nipple. When the nipple grew and stiffened, Mr. Wilson strummed it with his thumb. As her body reacted, Juno’s breathing quickened.
“See how pleasurable the boy’s hands can be?” Mr. Wilson asked. “Like I said before, today will be about hands and mouths. Now for the mouth.”
Mr. Wilson leaned forward and, sliding his hand to the side, he replaced it with his mouth. Juno sucked in a lungful of air as her hand flew to the back of his head. He used his lips like he had his hand, and used his tongue like his thumb, making Juno’s breathing deeper and quicker. But when he pulled his head back, leaving her wet breast cooling in the air, her eyes popped open in confusion and desire.
“That’s one place the boy can use his hands and mouth,” Mr. Wilson said. “But there are other places. Yesterday I touched you all over, like your face and neck and belly and inner thighs, but today I have one special place in mind.”
Juno stared at Mr. Wilson dumbly, trying to understand what he was talking about in her aroused state. And then, all of a sudden, his hand was between her thighs. She snapped her legs together, trapping his hand, but when he moved his fingers on her sensitive labia and then her clitoris, Juno’s legs parted. Now having freer access, Mr. Wilson stroked and squeezed her labia, causing butterflies to flutter in her tummy. Juno’s hips shot up like a released spring. Mr. Wilson slipped a fingertip between the labia and stroked inside the now wet slit. Juno humped harder, pressing her heels to the floor and leaning against the back of the couch as she lifted off the couch cushion before collapsing back down. And then Mr. Wilson alternated dipping a finger into her hole and using the wet tip to massage her clitoris. Back and forth he went.
Juno cried out. She moaned, her face red, her belly tightening, humping the way she had fucked him last night. Although she wasn’t thinking about that. She wasn’t thinking about anything. It was as if electrical charges were firing between her legs. She was close and couldn’t wait. But suddenly, she was humping the air. When her body told her brain that his hand was no longer there, Juno opened her eyes and stared at him in disbelief.
Breathing hard, Juno asked, “Why ... did you ... stop?”
“Remember why we’re doing this?”
“Huh? What do you mean? I was close to...” Juno’s eyes dropped.
“I know,” Mr. Wilson said. “If we were making love, I would have let you finish. But we have more to cover.”
“Like what?”
“Did you like what I was doing to you?”
“Of course, why’d you stop?”
“Don’t you think a boy would like to feel that way?”
“A boy can’t. He doesn’t have a pussy. Or a clit.”
“No, but he has an organ like a clit, except much larger. He has a penis. Don’t you think that he deserves to feel the pleasure you were feeling? That’s what I skipped over yesterday. I was so into pleasuring you that I forgot about that. What I mean is, I forgot to teach you about the boy’s needs.”
“But couldn’t you have, you know, let me finish first?”
“I could have, but when you have sex with your boyfriend you aren’t going to take turns. You’ll be doing it together. I wanted you to still be aroused when I show you what to do to the boy.”
“What do I have to do to him?”
“Juno, that’s the wrong attitude. You don’t have to do anything to him. You should want to do it. The more you do for him the more he’ll want to do to you.”
“I didn’t mean that. It’s just that I’m all worked up. If you weren’t here I’d masturbate like crazy.”
“You can do that anytime. Right now we need to talk about hand-jobs.”
“I know what that is.”
“Really? I didn’t know you gave your boyfriend a hand-job.”
“I didn’t really. I touched Davy over his pants and he came almost immediately. I only did it that one time.”
“But you didn’t touch it.”
“I told you, I put my hand on it.”
“Over his pants.”
“Yeah, so?”
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