Family History With Kelly

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It was sometime in the fall of 1985 and Kelly and I were both twenty-five. Kelly and her mom had always been close. Almost sister-like close, which struck me as odd since she had an older sister, although the age difference left them with little in common, plus Kelly was the youngest of four in the family and her mom was twenty-seven when Kelly arrived. She wasn’t a teen mom (to Kelly) with only a few years age difference.Nonetheless, Kelly shared nearly her (our) entire life with her mom. Within a few months of losing her virginity, her mom knew the story. While still in high school, Kelly had shared that she’d had multiple sex partners. It was sometime later before I knew all of this. In retrospect though, things added up.Her folks seemed almost too cool to the fact that as teenagers we fucked like bunnies in their house. Her parents actually thought I was the best bet they had for keeping Kelly on a path away from becoming a drop-out, addict, teenage hooker. While it said little for Kelly (which will be addressed here shortly), it did explain why they liked me so damn much.Kelly was pretty, not model-freak gorgeous, but a Midwestern pretty girl at five-two with super long, straight, dishwater-blonde hair that hung to the backs of her knees. She hadn’t cut off any length since she was seven. Everyone saw her tits coming before they saw her. They were 34F jugs that stuck straight out with nice pink nipples which, when aroused, would darken and look like red peanut M&M’s. She shaved her bush while still in high school and had kept it that way ever since. And no one filled a pair of low-rise bell-bottom jeans like Kelly with her firm little bubble butt jutting out just above her hips.Kelly had a smile that was half-smirk. You always knew there was more going on inside her head than she let on. While half was a smirk, the other half of her smile was raw sex appeal. It was nearly impossible to look at Kelly and not have a sexual thought, regardless of your gender.That lead to one of life’s big questions for Kelly: Was she the way she was because the 1970’s culture and her body caused everyone around her to sexualize her, so she just went with it, or was the true Kelly a deeply sexual person that God had graced with a body to match?It was a Saturday afternoon while I was out of town that Kelly was at her mom’s. Her dad was off to another bowling tournament. They did what they always did: talk as though they had to cover every topic imaginable. Kelly had popped a bottle of wine and they sat out in the backyard.The mood Ankara bayan escort and moment seemed right and Kelly brought up her nagging question of whether she was born to “think with her pussy”, as she put it, or did the expectations of those around her mold her to who she was. Her mom, to Kelly’s surprise, reacted with a hearty belly laugh. It took her a few minutes to compose herself.“We should talk. Hit me,” as she passed her wine glass to Kelly. “You remember grandma?” Kelly knew she meant ‘Mags,’ as everyone called her father’s mother Margaret. Mags lived with the family for about a decade starting around the time Kelly was born. She passed when Kelly was ten years old. Kelly remembered that Mags (which is what she insisted even the grandkids call her) had a huge mane of red hair. She had seen her after her bath and her wet hair hung down to her waist. When dry it almost looked like a giant Irish wig it was such a bright, huge mane. Kelly thought her hair was beautiful and was always disappointed with her own.Mags liked to drink. It usually took two bottles of vodka to get through a week. Mags also had, apparently, never owned a bra. That fact was pretty obvious. Since Mags usually only wore a robe, or house-coat as she called them, at home, it was hard to not notice that she had two giant cantaloupe-size melons wrestling around inside.“You know, that for years, everyone has said that you remind them of Mags.” Yes, Kelly knew that, but was also never quite clear what was meant? It usually carried a chuckle, or a knowing glance between others, that told her there was more to the story.“Yes, and why is that?” Kelly asked.“It started with your fiery spirit when you were little. You always knew what you wanted to do and what you were willing to do and cared not one bit what others said or thought. And then by the time you’d grown up, the physical resemblance was incredible.”Kelly interrupted, “But she had that beautiful red hair!”“Which was very long,” as she made eyes at Kelly’s mane, some of which was lying on the grass, “She also had huge boobs and a very curvy figure which looked exactly like yours. Mags also loved sex. Especially when she was a young woman. She was a very wild child. Your father and I were always scared to holy hell that you’d turn out just like her. In many ways you have. I guess we’re the ones that had to figure out that it’s not so bad.”Kelly popped her fists on her hips, “Oh really? But, how would you know that she loved sex?” That comment had Kelly Escort bayan Ankara intrigued and seeing that the wine bottle was empty, Kelly excused herself to grab a second. With another glass of wine and plenty of instigating by Kelly, her mom saw that Kelly was serious, and more than that, probably deserved to hear the stories. They spent the next four hours covering as much ground as her mom could remember from the stories that a juiced-up Mags would tell her during their time in the house alone while Kelly’s dad was at work and the kids were in school.Kelly shared this one with me…Mags was a bored sixteen-year-old in a little shit-hole town in northwest Illinois which consisted of a railroad crossing, a church, and two former bars. One had been converted to a general store and the other sold ice cream. Mags would hang around there after school just looking for anything to do.She said it was his black slicked-back hair that caught her eye. He made pretty clear that it was her bosom that caught his. She had seen him once or twice before late in the afternoon at the ice cream store, in the back with the owner, and then leave out the front door, but without ice cream.That day he said, “Those are some jazzy B’s” to her as he walked past. She felt the redness swell in her face. She was embarrassed to have a grown man call out her boobs. Yet, at the same time, she felt that familiar dampness form between her legs. She rode her bicycle back home and squished herself around on the seat as much as she could to find that special feeling.“Jazzy B’s” stuck so hard in her head she could think of hardly anything else that week. Mags had let a couple of the guys at school feel her up. She loved how it felt to have her nipples pulled and tugged. Yet, once they got themselves hard all they wanted was to shove her face into their crotch and squirt their juice into her mouth. She’d spit it out as soon as they finished. But those were just stupid high school boys. This was a grown, good-looking, man who actually commented on her boobs.He was back the following week, on the same day, she noticed. Mags had worked hard with a hairbrush to get her hair under control and not looking quite so wild. She was sitting on the front stoop. He winked as he approached her, then walked past and into the store. She thought it odd that he parked by the back door but walked in through the front door.A short time later he exited the store, turned around, and spoke to her boobs. He asked if she’d like to go Bayan escort Ankara for a spin in his car. She demurred but he promised he would stay close. It was only when she said “yes” that he noticed she had eyes.She jumped into the passenger seat and as he drove his eyes spent more time staring at her jugs than at the dusty excuse of a road. “What do you do for fun?” he asked.“Nothing,” she replied, “this is the most boring place on earth.” He pulled off the road and stopped near a stream. He leaned over and one hand reached behind her neck pulling her in for a kiss. The other flicked a couple of buttons open on her shirt and pawed at her huge tits. Mags had messed around with a couple of classmates but had never been taken by a man. She melted and kissed him back, perhaps too passionately, perhaps too needy.He flicked a couple of more buttons and had her shirt wide open. He broke their kiss, stared at her boobs, and softly whistled. He enjoyed the sight of her large pink areola. He also seemed to like how her nipples had quickly come to attention. He lunged his mouth onto one and then the other. He sucked them in as hard as he could and then pulled his face away keeping the nipple in his mouth and watched as it lifted her heavy breast as he tugged. The suction would finally let go and he smiled mightily at the erect and elongated nipple that was left to entice him to do it again.Mags started to feel something familiar, yet completely unknown at the same time. Her cunt was wet, of that she was sure. Yet, the special feeling she could get rubbing it on her bicycle seat was happening without her rubbing on anything. He was ravaging her boobs with his mouth and both hands, quickly from one to the other. Her breathing became difficult. She felt like her vision was closing in, blackness closing off everything except what was straight in front of her. She thought perhaps she was fainting. But it all felt so incredibly good. Her arms unwittingly held his head tight to her chest. She heaved hard, gasped, heaved again, and then moaned too loudly. Her legs shook. She started to hyperventilate, having no idea what that even was.It finally hit a crescendo and she moaned loudly again and then was immediately embarrassed as she thought she had peed her trousers.“Son of a bitch! Did you come off?” His grin was wicked.“I, I’m not sure what happened?”As he quickly opened his slacks he introduced himself as ‘Jack.’ Mags’ mouth dropped open. She had played with those two boys from school. She had sucked their cocks. She even let one push just the tip of his cock into her slit just one time and then he tugged it himself until it spit his sticky mess onto her butt. She made him wipe it off with his shirt. She had even walked in on an older brother tugging on his cock in the barn and watched until he noticed her and screamed for her to get out.

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