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When I Was A Kid
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Straight Female / 35
Our Live In Maid When I Grew Up
It felt good, that's the reason I did it. The woman in question was our live in maid. She was 31 from Puerto Rico. She was schooled but my parents paid her more than she could make working at a normal job. Plus she got room and board and insurance and the use of a car. She was the live in maid, but we had a cleaning service, a yard service, a pool service, a car detailing service. She ate with us, watched television with us, slept up stairs with us. She helped my mom with her social life, with the parties. And she was beautiful.
She didn't date or go out unless it was with us. She liked girls, and my mom liked girls, and my mom liked her. They went to the spa together, shopped together. My mom bought her clothes, and she went to the hairdresser and the she had her nails done. To me she was so beautiful, more beautiful than JLo. And she could dance. I was in love with her, my first love. And she loved me too. Her little girlfriend.
She helped me with my hair, and getting dressed. And she helped me bathe or shower. She washed me gently, it felt good. Even when I was 11 she bathed me, only she tickled me down there. It felt good. And one night after my bath she tickled me all over, kissed me, blew her breath on my stomach, I was naked and she blew her breath in between my legs, when she stopped she gave me a long wet kiss on my girly lips.
Later, when I was 15 and 16 she kissed me and fondled my new boobs, she kissed my now pubic haired pussy. She trimmed me and shaved me. And I kissed her back, kissed her boobs, and kissed her neatly trimmed pussy. Once I discovered how to kiss her pussy, when she opened her legs her soft wet insides were just too delicious not to kiss. I don't really remember how or why it crossed my mind that my mother kissed her too, and she kissed my mother back.
Once I left for college I discovered boys, and when they kissed my pussy It drove me crazy to get fucked. And once I got fucked all my feelings for her at home became a thing of the past. I watched one day, after my graduation, watched my mother kiss her. I felt good for her.
She didn't date or go out unless it was with us. She liked girls, and my mom liked girls, and my mom liked her. They went to the spa together, shopped together. My mom bought her clothes, and she went to the hairdresser and the she had her nails done. To me she was so beautiful, more beautiful than JLo. And she could dance. I was in love with her, my first love. And she loved me too. Her little girlfriend.
She helped me with my hair, and getting dressed. And she helped me bathe or shower. She washed me gently, it felt good. Even when I was 11 she bathed me, only she tickled me down there. It felt good. And one night after my bath she tickled me all over, kissed me, blew her breath on my stomach, I was naked and she blew her breath in between my legs, when she stopped she gave me a long wet kiss on my girly lips.
Later, when I was 15 and 16 she kissed me and fondled my new boobs, she kissed my now pubic haired pussy. She trimmed me and shaved me. And I kissed her back, kissed her boobs, and kissed her neatly trimmed pussy. Once I discovered how to kiss her pussy, when she opened her legs her soft wet insides were just too delicious not to kiss. I don't really remember how or why it crossed my mind that my mother kissed her too, and she kissed my mother back.
Once I left for college I discovered boys, and when they kissed my pussy It drove me crazy to get fucked. And once I got fucked all my feelings for her at home became a thing of the past. I watched one day, after my graduation, watched my mother kiss her. I felt good for her.
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