Brazzers – Mommy Fucked My Study Buddy 2

Rachael Cavalli thinks her daughter and her study buddy, Xander Corvus, are so cute, but Xander is a real horn dog. Rachael catches him checking her out and is surprised but flattered. She tries to distract herself by doing the dishes, but she drops one in shock when she realizes he’s jerking off. Rachael bends down to pick up the dish and can’t help but get turned on by his hard cock. Rachael crawls under the table and blows Xander while her daughter is sitting right next to him! Hopefully they won’t get caught…

“Did he make you cum?” I asked, my eyes as wide. “What’s it feel like to kiss somebody?”

“No, he didn’t make me cum. I don’t think I can have an orgasm. Well, you know, he kisses about the same as every other boy, I guess. You know what it’s like.”

A silent shrug was my only defense.

“You mean, you’ve never kissed a boy?” A litany of teases ensued.

“At least I know what an orgasm feels like,” I defended.

It was Jen’s turn to pause. Her friendly, teasing expression changed to interest. “You have orgasms?”

“Fuck, yes, I do. Every day.” I was proud of that fact, but the confession followed. “I’ve just never been kissed by anyone.”

“You have to tell me what it feels like, even if I can’t have one,” Jen insisted with excitement in her voice.

“It’s hard to describe. It’s like a pressure wave of pleasure that starts washing over you. Then you feel all hot, inside and out. A sort of pressure builds, but it feels so good, and everything else just sort of disappears. It gets more and more intense, and you start bouncing around because you can’t control your body…wait! You don’t even cum when you masturbate?”

Jen seldom blushes; that was one of those occasions. She paused before she spoke, her voice sheepish. “You know how my parental units are. We don’t talk about it. I tried touching myself like the boys do and it feels good. I once did it for over an hour and I got wet down there. Is that an orgasm?”

It is typically impolite to laugh at your friends; I was extremely rude. “No, that’s just lubrication, so you’re ready to get fucked. Seriously? You’ve never orgasmed?”

“No. Like I said, I don’t think I can. I think I’m frigid.”

“That’s nonsense. You’ll get there. I hear some women need a lot to cum. I guess I’m lucky. I don’t.” I paused. “What does it feel like to be kissed?”

It was her turn to laugh. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll walk you through it, okay? I teach you how to kiss and then you can teach me how to get an orgasm.”

“Deal.”

We were sitting on the floor, facing each other. Because we were talking about boys and sex, we were very close to each other. Our voices were barely above a whisper.

Jen began. “It’s better if you’re relaxed and breathing calmly. So do that and then close your eyes.”

I relaxed and started breathing deeply and slowly as if I were about to meditate.

“Now picture somebody you want to kiss. Do you have anyone in mind?”

I nodded, smiling.

“Who? Is it Timmy Carpenter?”

“Eeew, no! Jon Bon Jovi.”

“You are such a slut.”

“Whore.”

“Anyway, so he, I mean Jon, would first touch you gently, you know, to see if you’re cool with it.”

I felt her touch on my arm, feather-light. It sent goosebumps crawling all over my skin. Immediately, the now-familiar heat and wetness began between my legs. Drifting in the pleasure of being touched, sexually, I tried to memorize the feeling for my up-and-coming date with my vibrator.