Mujhper jawani khilne lagi thi. Mere chuche bahar aane lage the aur meri gaand bhi piche se moti ho gayi thi. Main apne aapko aaine mein dekhkar sharm... jaati thi. Kayi baar ek raat ke liye kafi logo ne maalkin se mujhe maanga. Lekin maalkin ko ekdum pure ladki chahiye hi thi apne liye. Jisper mard ka saaya bhi na pada ho.Meri umar ab 19 saal ho chuki thi. Meri jawani puri khil chuki thi. Mere chuche pure bhare bhare rehte the. Aur meri gaand piche se kafi bahar ko ho gayi thi. Maalkin ab mujhe. He closed the den door and commenced to scold me like I was still 16 years old. "inconsiderate ... lousy mother ... slut ... little bitch" were just some of the words he used. "Look at yourself!" he yelled.I looked into the full length mirror on the den door and shuddered. I must have still been pretty drunk when I had gotten dressed, after some casual sex in an upstairs bedroom at the party, and done a poor job of it. My grey skirt was unbuttoned far enough up the thigh to see most of my black. Grandma taught me that I had to own my sexuality, to take charge of it. I did that my own way, and I don’t think this is what grams had in mind. I met this local band in my late teens and loved their unusual and soulful music, I became their groupie. They may have thought it was four guys taking the same girl, and that it was about their pleasure. But I was in charge every moment, seducing them, getting them to do what I wanted to do sexually, and thoroughly and genuinely enjoying all four of. I could sense that she was moving around somewhat behind me, and then she was back, her arm around me again and her body pressed against mine. But there was a difference! Yes, by God! A real difference. No longer did I feel the slight scratchiness of her embroidered bra. No, now I felt warm, soft flesh instead. Mom had slipped her bra off, and now her bare tits were against my bare back! Hallelujah! And she was definitely moving slightly now, rubbing her nipples sensually against me. Was my.