The Sexual Education of Madison Parker Continues

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Madison woke up late on Saturday morning. She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and noticed it was almost 11:30. She stretched as she thought about what happened the previous night.After attending the high school football game with Dennis, they headed to their favorite parking spot to fool around. Dennis had turned out to be a good and thoughtful lover. He did his best to see to it that she was satisfied. However, Madison couldn’t help but draw a comparison between Dennis and Robert. Besides the fact that Robert’s tool was considerably larger, he was just more experienced.On the way to their favorite parking spot, Maddi treated Dennis to a hand-job while he drove. It was a little dangerous, she supposed. But she knew he would last much longer if he’d already cum once before they parked for some naughty fun.Dennis had been especially interested in her breasts last night. Now her nipples were feeling raw and sensitive from his sucking and biting. But all in all, she had enjoyed their playtime and was hoping they might get another chance soon.Rolling out of bed, Madison ran her fingers through her hair, brushed her teeth, and pulled on an extra-long T-shirt, not bothering to put on panties. Too lazy to shower, she used a soapy washcloth to clean her private parts, making sure to get rid of the evidence of dried semen on her thigh. She made a mental note to inspect the panties she was wearing last night. She didn’t want her mother to find crusted spunk on her underwear while separating the laundry. She swiped some deodorant on her underarms and figured it was time for something to eat.By the time she opened her bedroom door, it was a little past noon. Maddi could hear her mother in the kitchen trying to decide what to take out of the freezer for dinner later on. Betty Parker wasn’t an outstanding cook but tried to prepare the evening meal for her family every Saturday. Since she and her husband worked full-time jobs, they tended to eat a lot of carry-out during the workweek. The pizza delivery guy knew their address by heart.When Madison walked into the kitchen, Betty glanced over, saying, “Good afternoon, Sunshine. Did you have a good time last night?”“Yeah, Mom,” Maddi answered as she opened the refrigerator door and took out a carton of milk. “We stopped off for a couple of cokes before we headed to the bushes for sex.”Betty cut a quick look at her daughter and caught her grin. “Many years ago, I told my mother the same thing. And I’d bet that you were telling the truth just then the same as I was back when I was in high school.”Maddi nearly snorted milk out of her nose. “Are you telling me that you were having sex when you were in high school?”“Sure, I was,” Betty replied as she turned and smiled at Madison. “And I was a bit of a slut, too. I suppose the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree in that regard. Why else would I agree to let you start taking birth control? You are my daughter, and I knew you were going to have sex soon if you hadn’t already.”“What makes you think I’m having kaçak iddaa sex?”“A mother knows these things, Madison. I recognize the look on your face, sweetie; it’s the same look I saw in the mirror on my own face after I became a woman.”Unwilling to fully admit to being sexually active quite yet, Madison considered her mother’s reaction for a moment. “So, if I were having sex, it wouldn’t bother you?”“No, of course not. You’re not a little girl anymore, Maddi; you’re seventeen years old. Sex is as natural as the sun coming up in the morning. And, with a body like yours, I’m sure every boy in school wants to get into your pants. You are a smart girl; you know they want you and just being aware of it gives you the itch. I’ve been there, Maddi. I understand it.”“When was the first time you had sex?” Madison wanted to know.“Just a couple of days past my sixteenth birthday,” Betty said as she took some potatoes out of a basket. “I was with Will Thompson; he was a senior. We went to a movie, and he felt me up. At first, I was scared, but his hands did incredible things and made me feel all tingly inside. There was no denying that I enjoyed it and wanted more.”Maddi was stunned as she listened to her mother talking about her first experience.Betty continued, “Eventually, he put my hand on his crotch so that I could feel his erection. When we got to his car, he took his stiff cock out and told me to kiss it. I wanted Will to like me, so I did exactly as he asked, even though it seemed daunting. Once my lips touched his tool, my mouth instinctively opened, and I sucked on his dick until he blew his load in my mouth.”“You gave a blow job at sixteen?”“Well,” Betty answered as she washed the potatoes, “at sixteen, I probably gave about twenty blow jobs. And, honestly, I enjoyed every one of them, and I swallowed every drop of semen. What can I say? I loved sucking cock. I still do!”“Oh, my God, Mother! How many different boys did you go down on?”Betty looked up at the ceiling, seemingly considering her answer. “After Will, there were three or four, maybe. I don’t recall exactly because one of the boys I dated through high school was the lucky recipient of regular blow jobs while we were together. But I will say that I got really good at it and never left a boy unsatisfied.”Madison was utterly shocked. First, her mother admitted she gave blow jobs in high school, and then she confessed to enjoying it.Betty put the potatoes down and turned to her daughter. “If I had to guess, I’d say that you weren’t having intercourse with your boyfriend until fairly recently. But I’d be willing to bet that you’ve played around the edges for a long time. Am I right?”Deciding that she had been cornered, Madison said, “Okay, yes. It’s true. I admit that Dennis and I were getting pretty close to going all the way.”“What made you decide to pull down your barriers and let him in?” Betty inquired.“Two things,” Maddi said. “First, knowing I was safe from getting pregnant, and second, well, um, Robert.”“Robert?” Betty kaçak bahis said with a frown. “Who is Robert?”“I think you call him Bobby,” Madison answered shyly. “Next door. Robert King. He just finished his junior year at college.”“Ahhh, a college boy,” Betty said with a big smile. “You were seduced by an older man, just as I was.”“I wasn’t hard to seduce,” Maddi admitted.“I wasn’t either, baby,” Betty confirmed as she hugged her daughter. “May I assume that you’ve introduced Dennis to the wonderful world of sex?”“The first night he got home from baseball camp,” Maddi admitted.Betty laughed. “You didn’t waste any time, did you! Good for you.”“I didn’t tell him about Robert.”“And you shouldn’t,” her mother agreed. “Robert should just be your little secret. Men can be a little odd about accepting the fact that they aren’t the only ones who have had previous experience. Fortunately, I can say that your father was very understanding and didn’t expect his bride to be a virgin on her wedding night. He was smart enough to want a woman that was already broken in and knew what to do.”“Do you and Dad have a good sex life?” Maddi wanted to know.“I wouldn’t call it good; I’d say it’s outstanding,” Betty said with confidence. “We dated for two years before we got married, so we’ve been together now for almost twenty-five years. We both enjoy keeping things fresh and sexy. I think it’s the secret to a successful marriage.”“I’ve seen you have sex,” Maddi admitted with a blush. “I’d have to say it appears that you really enjoy it.”“When did you see us?” Betty demanded.“A couple of months ago. It was around 11:00, and I wasn’t sleepy, so I went out to the pool. I heard a noise coming from your end of the house and went to see what it was. Your windows were partially open, and your drapes weren’t closed all the way. I couldn’t help myself. I just stood there and watched.”“Oh!” Betty said, blushing. “Well, what did you think?”“First of all, let me just say that I was impressed with your body, Mom. Your ass is still really firm, and I can only hope my tits look as good as yours when I’m your age. It was arousing to watch you go down on Daddy. It looked to me like you enjoyed it as much as he did. Then he put you on your hands and knees and took you from behind. You were kinda loud.”“I guess you heard my dirty mouth, too,” Betty said.It was Maddi’s turn to blush. “Well, yes, you were quite vocal. You seemed to like Daddy slapping your ass while he fucked you.” Madison stopped talking and looked up at her mother. “I’m sorry. I meant while he made love to you.”“No, honey,” Betty laughed. “Your father and I were fucking. If Daddy was slapping my ass, we were fucking like rabbits and enjoying pure unadulterated pleasure! Not that we don’t enjoy tender lovemaking too, but sometimes we just like a good hard fuck.”Maddi’s face turned red. It was so weird to be talking openly with her mother about sex.“When I was with Robert, he taught me not to use formal words. He said sex was better if you called it like it illegal bahis is. Calling it a dick or a cock and a pussy just makes things easier.”“I would have to agree with Robert,” Betty replied as she pulled some steaks from the refrigerator. “We have our word choices. When I was your age, women weren’t supposed to say those words, but I found it very freeing to use them once I met your father.”“How often do you two do it? I mean, how often do you have sex?” Maddi asked.“About three times a week,” Betty admitted while she mixed the marinade for the steaks. “More often if you and your sister are away. When we were first married, it was probably three times a day. But children and work slow things down.”“Is it enough for you?” Madison wanted to know.“I would be happy to have sex more often, but things get busy, and your father has a lot on his plate right now. But I’d say we still have sex more often than many couples our age.”“Have you ever cheated on him?” Maddi asked her surprised mother. “I mean, if you want sex more often than he does, does it make you want someone else?”“Oh, goodness no, honey,” Betty said as she stroked her daughter’s hair. “I have a nice assortment of sex toys. Sometimes I use them when I’m alone, and sometimes I let your father watch me use them to get him in the mood after a long day. There are even times when he uses them on me.”Since they’d gone pretty far down this road being open with her mother about sex, she decided to press on.“I have a toy,” Maddi announced. “Robert gave it to me before he left town. It’s a Rabbit.”“I have two of those,” Betty said with a grin. She figured she might as well keep things candid and straightforward since Maddi was confiding in her about sex. “I have several dildos, vibrators, and butt plugs. To be totally honest, your father loves to watch me use them. In fact, he gave me a new toy several months ago. Let me show it to you.”Maddi gasped. It was a little shocking that her mother was being so forward. She was grateful for having the opportunity of discussing sex with her mother, but it was still surprising.Coming back into the kitchen, Betty was holding two things and wearing a grin. “I think you are going to like this,” she said to her daughter. Holding out her hand, Betty said, “This part goes inside your pussy. Would you like to try it?”Maddi blushed and was unsure how to react.Betty winked. “It’s okay, sweetie. I’ve cleaned it since I last used it.”“Oh, I figured that. It’s just. I mean. You want me to put a toy in my pussy? Right here, in front of you?”“Sure, I do,” her mom said with a chuckle. “It’s the only way I can show you how it works.” Betty walked around the island to stand in front of her daughter. “Lift your T-shirt,” she said.Feeling quite shy, Madison slowly lifted the long shirt.“Oh,” her mother said, “You’ve shaved all of your pubic hair.”“Yeah, Mom,” Maddi said, rolling her eyes. “You can’t have pubic hair and wear a bikini anymore.”“I suppose you’re right,” Betty acknowledged. “Well, it is lovely. Now, open your legs for me, and I’ll show you how to put it in.”Madison was suddenly happy she’d washed the crusted cum off her thighs. It felt awkward, but she spread her legs open, revealing her naughty bits.

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