Jonny81
07-03-2019, 03:55 PM
So I'm working on something that I'm hoping to turn into a full fledged story, as opposed to the pornography I've written in the past. Hoping to find a proof reader who can give ideas and suggestions to fill in some of the scenes that are lacking. Here is a brief preview...
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There is nothing like finding a gorgeous female napping on the sofa. Dark auburn hair in a short pixie do framed thin cheeks and an oval face wearing the bare minimum of Cover Girl to highlight her youthful features. She woke to the front door sliding open. Arms went over her head and a thin white shirt crawled up a smooth flat belly. She touched her palms together and arched her back. The see-through fabric tested its limits over the two buds on her chest. Her shapely legs parted, just a peek at the smooth shaven flesh and a pretty pink slit between. A lazy yawn escaped peachy pink lips. “Hey, baby, how was work?”
Why couldn’t she be old and fat like all the other moms? This was my mom, my thirty-two-year-old mother. I shouldn’t be thinking about how beautiful she was. How the afternoon sun reflected off her creamy vanilla skin. I shouldn’t be thinking of the many kisses I wanted to plant on her slender 5ft 2in body. And I definitely should not be getting undressed in front of her.
“Exhausting,” I peeled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes, and removed my socks. “Where's Zoe?”
“Ashley’s.”
My younger sister had a handful of girlfriends that she rotated between every other weekend. I didn't have any friends, let alone girlfriends. No one wanted to hang out with a high school dropout who washed dishes at the old folks home.
Mom gave me a Betty Boop smile. “I picked up something new at the dispensary.”
She was just the coolest Mom in the world. It was totally medicinal. We even have our medical marijuana cards.
“Cool,” I took off my pants, “let me put these in the wash.”
“Would you be a sweetie and get me a glass of ice water?”
“Sure thing.” I carried my work clothes to the kitchen and put them in the wash before grabbing a tall glass from the cabinet and filling it with ice.
“We can order in and have a movie night if you’re up for it,” Mom said from her spot on the sofa, “unless you have other plans.”
“Sounds like a date, but I need a shower first.” I held the glass beneath the tap.
I carried my mom’s water to the living room and placed it beside the bong. She grabbed the waistband of my Under Armor briefs. “Aren’t you going to put these in the wash too?”
They were going in the wash. She already had them halfway to my knees. Good thing I forgot to start the machine. I lifted my feet one at a time, and she pulled them off me.
She gave me a sweet sexy smile. “There, now, go put these in the wash and don’t forget the detergent.”
I walked back to the washing machine with my underwear in hand and dick bouncing between my legs. After dropping them in, I added a cap full of Arm&Hammer detergent, closed the lid, and pressed the button. Then I walked back through the living room and down the hall to the bathroom. I was shampooing my hair when the bathroom door slid open.
“Don’t mind me,” Mom sat on the toilet to pee, “damn shower does it to me every time.”
The walls of our three-bedroom home were paper thin. We could hear the shower from any room in the house and no one ever bothered locking the door. I accidentally walked in on Zoe more than once thinking it was Mom. Not that there was much of a difference between them. Mom had bigger bumps on her chest and Zoe had vibrant red hair that was only just beginning to darken.
I chuckled and continued scrubbing my scalp. “Does it to me too.”
“I thought you just wanted to see me naked.”
I put my head under the water.
She flushed and the water suddenly got warmer. I felt one of her silky soft hands glide over my right hip. Was she playing with my butt? Her other hand slid over my toned stomach. She rose to her tippy toes and put her lips to my ear. “You don’t look bad naked either.” She kissed me on the cheek and slapped my butt. Then she was gone, the door closing silently behind her.
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There is nothing like finding a gorgeous female napping on the sofa. Dark auburn hair in a short pixie do framed thin cheeks and an oval face wearing the bare minimum of Cover Girl to highlight her youthful features. She woke to the front door sliding open. Arms went over her head and a thin white shirt crawled up a smooth flat belly. She touched her palms together and arched her back. The see-through fabric tested its limits over the two buds on her chest. Her shapely legs parted, just a peek at the smooth shaven flesh and a pretty pink slit between. A lazy yawn escaped peachy pink lips. “Hey, baby, how was work?”
Why couldn’t she be old and fat like all the other moms? This was my mom, my thirty-two-year-old mother. I shouldn’t be thinking about how beautiful she was. How the afternoon sun reflected off her creamy vanilla skin. I shouldn’t be thinking of the many kisses I wanted to plant on her slender 5ft 2in body. And I definitely should not be getting undressed in front of her.
“Exhausting,” I peeled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes, and removed my socks. “Where's Zoe?”
“Ashley’s.”
My younger sister had a handful of girlfriends that she rotated between every other weekend. I didn't have any friends, let alone girlfriends. No one wanted to hang out with a high school dropout who washed dishes at the old folks home.
Mom gave me a Betty Boop smile. “I picked up something new at the dispensary.”
She was just the coolest Mom in the world. It was totally medicinal. We even have our medical marijuana cards.
“Cool,” I took off my pants, “let me put these in the wash.”
“Would you be a sweetie and get me a glass of ice water?”
“Sure thing.” I carried my work clothes to the kitchen and put them in the wash before grabbing a tall glass from the cabinet and filling it with ice.
“We can order in and have a movie night if you’re up for it,” Mom said from her spot on the sofa, “unless you have other plans.”
“Sounds like a date, but I need a shower first.” I held the glass beneath the tap.
I carried my mom’s water to the living room and placed it beside the bong. She grabbed the waistband of my Under Armor briefs. “Aren’t you going to put these in the wash too?”
They were going in the wash. She already had them halfway to my knees. Good thing I forgot to start the machine. I lifted my feet one at a time, and she pulled them off me.
She gave me a sweet sexy smile. “There, now, go put these in the wash and don’t forget the detergent.”
I walked back to the washing machine with my underwear in hand and dick bouncing between my legs. After dropping them in, I added a cap full of Arm&Hammer detergent, closed the lid, and pressed the button. Then I walked back through the living room and down the hall to the bathroom. I was shampooing my hair when the bathroom door slid open.
“Don’t mind me,” Mom sat on the toilet to pee, “damn shower does it to me every time.”
The walls of our three-bedroom home were paper thin. We could hear the shower from any room in the house and no one ever bothered locking the door. I accidentally walked in on Zoe more than once thinking it was Mom. Not that there was much of a difference between them. Mom had bigger bumps on her chest and Zoe had vibrant red hair that was only just beginning to darken.
I chuckled and continued scrubbing my scalp. “Does it to me too.”
“I thought you just wanted to see me naked.”
I put my head under the water.
She flushed and the water suddenly got warmer. I felt one of her silky soft hands glide over my right hip. Was she playing with my butt? Her other hand slid over my toned stomach. She rose to her tippy toes and put her lips to my ear. “You don’t look bad naked either.” She kissed me on the cheek and slapped my butt. Then she was gone, the door closing silently behind her.