NovelEnglishWhite Slut's Club: Ep2
Maybe this is weird, but my mother was my best friend. Of course, that wasn't always the case. In my teenage
years | have to admit | was a nightmare, but once | hit my twenties she was the one that was still there (high
school friends are just that... 99 percent of them fade away as soon as you graduate... Facebook being an
effective way of pretending you're still friends).
Mom and | do a lot together: shop for clothing, get pedicures and manicures and so forth.
So since I'd grown up I'd told her everything, and unusually for a parent she never judged, just wanted to know
more. So she knew very well that my sex life had becdormant, and she knew | was very frustrated about it.
"Did you ever try a chocolate stick in college?" Mom asked.
"No," | admitted.
"Well, maybe it's time," Mom teased.
"Mom, I'm telling you this to helpcontrol my temptation, not to light sparks in it," | said, shaking my head.
Although it wasn't all that odd for our talks to get sexual if we drank, we mostly indulged in generic bitching
about the lack of attention and sex we each received. Although at first | had to get past the preconception that
discussing with her what it was like to have sex with my dad was really weird.
"I'll be honest," Mom said. "All the best sexual encounters in my life have included chocolate."
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"What?" Mom asked. "I love black cock. Is that a crime?"
| gasped. "In the South it pretty much is in practical terms."
"Yes, your grandfather is a very racist man," Mom agreed.
"As is Dad," | added, having listened to my parents discussing race on many occasions when | was growing up.
Even as a child it was obvious tothey weren't on the spage about that. "True," Mom nodded, before she
added, "which is why he doesn't know about my chocolate cravings."
"This is too much," | objected. This conversation was getting far more revealing than any of our previous ones.
Now she seemed to be implying that even now she was doing more than simply craving chocolate. Was she
opening her box? | felt uncomfortable asking.
"| used those exact words when | had over ten inches inside me," Mom smiled wickedly.
"Oh my God!" | repeated, even as my imagination betrayedand | tried to visualise what ten inches would
feel like... my husband wasn't even five! Luckily my vibrator, bought forby Mom as a gift a couple birthdays
ago, was seven inches and did a lot better job fillingupthan my husband did.
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