Lesbian Female / 28
The Forbidden Fruit
When I was 14 my mother took a position in a home as a housekeeper. There was other staff, and I shared a large room with private bath with my mother, in the servants quarters in the basement. Don't get me wrong, these quarters had a living room, kitchen, dining and four bedrooms. My mother as the Housekeeper was in charge of all the staff.
The house had a 14 year old girl. Smart, pretty, milky white pretty, she had small breasts and brown nipples. I know because I bather her. My duties were to be her private maid, her maid in waiting. I bathed her and did her hair and set out her clothes and made her bed and picked up her laundry, dirty panties, for the staff to take care of. I smelled her panties, get over it because it's what I did. I ate her, she didn't want to but I convinced her it was for her own good.
We basically grew up together and I went to this private school, but not the one she went to. I didn't get the BMW at 16 either. On the outside, we were friends, on the inside I was her maid, and I ate her and she ate me. When it was time for college we did go together and we lived together and sex was wide open and we were on top of each other every waking moment. I liked it, and she liked it. We had a two bedroom apartment but we slept together. We just had to be careful on the outside, I mean I was her maid.
After college, before she went on to medical school, we wanted to get married. No way, not with the maid. So we got married, eloped and she went to medical school and I got a small job so I could take care of her. By then the family had to accept the fact that their precious daughter was in love with her maid and her maid did more than just help her braid her hair. A social situation, is what her mother said. This is a social situation.
She finished up in 2020, you know the pandemic. Her residency was in Rochester and because of all that was going on it was pretty intense. I worked from home, and took care of her. I bathed her and ate her after her shifts. She was tired and worn out and it was only when she was rested that she could make love to me. I was desperate and I met of all things a man who worked as a graphic designer and let him poke my hole.
Intense, immediate guilt. Vomiting guilt. I kneeled before her and begged for forgiveness. Between us purity was our thing. But forgiveness wasn't in her. Once I was impure there was no going back. We had to break up, she is finishing her residency, I am living alone and I have a job teaching at a private school. I'm no longer her maid, no longer her lover, I'm just proof that girls like her shouldn't ever get involved with the help. My mother left her job with the family and is looking for another position.
We are still technically married, but apart. I don't want her money, I have an education, but that's not the point. Divorce is worse than getting married to her maid. It's a social situation.
The house had a 14 year old girl. Smart, pretty, milky white pretty, she had small breasts and brown nipples. I know because I bather her. My duties were to be her private maid, her maid in waiting. I bathed her and did her hair and set out her clothes and made her bed and picked up her laundry, dirty panties, for the staff to take care of. I smelled her panties, get over it because it's what I did. I ate her, she didn't want to but I convinced her it was for her own good.
We basically grew up together and I went to this private school, but not the one she went to. I didn't get the BMW at 16 either. On the outside, we were friends, on the inside I was her maid, and I ate her and she ate me. When it was time for college we did go together and we lived together and sex was wide open and we were on top of each other every waking moment. I liked it, and she liked it. We had a two bedroom apartment but we slept together. We just had to be careful on the outside, I mean I was her maid.
After college, before she went on to medical school, we wanted to get married. No way, not with the maid. So we got married, eloped and she went to medical school and I got a small job so I could take care of her. By then the family had to accept the fact that their precious daughter was in love with her maid and her maid did more than just help her braid her hair. A social situation, is what her mother said. This is a social situation.
She finished up in 2020, you know the pandemic. Her residency was in Rochester and because of all that was going on it was pretty intense. I worked from home, and took care of her. I bathed her and ate her after her shifts. She was tired and worn out and it was only when she was rested that she could make love to me. I was desperate and I met of all things a man who worked as a graphic designer and let him poke my hole.
Intense, immediate guilt. Vomiting guilt. I kneeled before her and begged for forgiveness. Between us purity was our thing. But forgiveness wasn't in her. Once I was impure there was no going back. We had to break up, she is finishing her residency, I am living alone and I have a job teaching at a private school. I'm no longer her maid, no longer her lover, I'm just proof that girls like her shouldn't ever get involved with the help. My mother left her job with the family and is looking for another position.
We are still technically married, but apart. I don't want her money, I have an education, but that's not the point. Divorce is worse than getting married to her maid. It's a social situation.
