Corvid-19
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Chapter 6: Mi Mariposa
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 6: Mi Mariposa - [10/4/26, Reposted w/revised Ch 1-4 and new Ch 5+6.] Meet Jason Crow: college junior and loyal boyfriend to the sexy and fiercely independent Sallie. He's staying with his beloved Grandma, and asks her to accept Sallie moving in. She does, but when Sallie’s traditional parents learn of Jason and demand she submit to their strict rules and abandon her education, Jason and Sallie must risk everything for their future. Dive into Corvid-19 for a witty mix of romance, family, and freedom.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction School Masturbation Oral Sex BBW
We had no classes the next day, so Sallie informed my grandmother that it was the first day of “Extreme Makeover, Carmen Edition.”
“Last night’s massage, which was wonderful, gives me permission to start right at the beginning with you, and Jason is going to assist me. We’re going into your bedroom.”
“But...”
“Nope. You’re going to emerge as my butterfly. Jason?”
“Mariposa. She knows both words.”
“You have enough money for your makeover and new clothes, so you’ll become the most desirable and appealing woman possible, and you’ll be choosing eligible men in no time. All you have to do is put yourself in my capable hands.”
We trooped into her bedroom, which Sallie surveyed skeptically. “We’ll work on this room later. You need a new mattress and pillows, better sheets, and so on. You want Mr. Wonderful to feel welcomed and want to spend the night holding you close.”
“Ooh.”
“Your turn, now. Take off that, uh, T-shirt. C’mon, you saw me, you’ve probably seen Jason, let’s go.”
She grabbed the hem and pulled it over her head, and both of us almost audibly gasped.
“That is the most hideous bra I’ve ever seen. It’s going in the garbage as hazardous waste.”
“What? Sallie, I’ve had this for years!”
“Exactly my point. It looks like it’s too small, has giant puckered seams, and the ... forget it. Just take it off before I cut it off. Where are your scissors?”
“No, don’t, I’ll do it.”
She dropped the shoulder straps, pulled out the front enough so she could laboriously spin the bra around and then disconnected the row of four hooks. Sallie held out her hand imperiously, taking the old bra from her and dropping it at her feet. From her face, I thought she wanted to twist her foot on it as if stubbing out a cigarette.
“Come over to the mirror and look. Why would you do that to yourself?” She pointed to the red marks the discarded contraption had left on my grandmother’s skin. “Have you ever had a fitting?”
“A what?”
Sallie put her hands on her head. “Top priority. We’re going to have someone who knows what they’re doing get you something comfy, alluring, and still supportive. The only thing good I can say is you are still ... Your chest is big but it doesn’t sag very much. I think you could pass for someone in her thirties instead of...”
“Sixty-eight, Sallie. You really think so?”
“Jason?”
“You’re like that Broadway song, ‘Defying Gravity,’ mi abuela.”
I heard a lot of Spanish words, none of which I needed to translate for Sallie. And yet, while crying “bullshit,” her smile was obvious.
“Grandma, when some lucky guy unwraps you, his eyes are going to bulge and his tongue will roll out of his mouth, like in those old cartoons. That’s part of being our new butterfly. Alright, let’s see the rest of you. Drop those, uh, trousers.”
“This is really embarrassing me. Jason, can’t you go watch TV or something?”
“No, he’s here to help me. Sit on the bed, slip off your shoes and socks, and then stand up and grab your waistband.”
“So bossy. No more tres leches cakes for you.”
I whimpered, “Aww.”