A Family Confessed Tradition
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One major rule—Jasmine must never enter one particular room until becoming a young woman when it’s time for Mother to teach her all the ways of sex. A natural submissive, Jasmine rises quickly within the ranks of her family. After getting a taste of the kinky lifestyle her parents grew up in – the family tradition will now continue perpetually through every generation. More
Jasmine grows up in a strict family with one major rule. She must never enter one particular room in the house. Mother has watched her little girl grow up and long planned for the day her daughter turns eighteen. Now that her daughter is a young woman, she must follow in her mother’s footsteps by entering the forbidden room. Since Mother has always had a close relationship with her daughter, now it’s time for the Mother to teach her daughter all about the ways of sex. Little does Mother realize her daughter is a natural submissive, and that she will rise quickly within the ranks of her family. When her father gives her to an uncle she’s never met, Jasmine gets a taste of the kinky lifestyle her parents grew up in - a tradition that will now continue through Jasmine's submissiveness.
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Slowly, Kelly’s hand worked its way up my inner thigh. I could only sit there hesitant, nervous of what was happening. My mom seemed to sense this, as she gently kissed my cheek. Kelly had often kissed my cheek, but this time it felt different. Her lips lingered on my cheek, and there seemed to be almost an intimacy to it. My hand gently slid down to rest beside hers, and then my eyes looked at her. Strands of hair had gotten in her face, and I gently tucked them behind her ear. My fingers lingered for a moment, and then hesitantly worked their way through her long hair.
I could feel my body move closer to hers, and then she slowly began to move towards me. She moved to kiss me, and I felt my body tense. Still I couldn’t pull away from her advances, and soon her lips met mine. I’d never kissed anyone before, and her lips felt moist and warm. My body seemed to respond for me, as soon my hand gripping her hair pulled her closer. My tongue worked its way past her lips, and playfully ran on the inside of her cheek. Her lips gently sucked at my tongue, and I found myself straddling her lap in my excitement.
My legs lay spread across her lap, and the cloth of her skirt ran across my bare skin. I never wanted the kiss to break; it was so sweet, so loving. Eventually my mother pulled away, and I could only hesitantly look into her eyes. She seemed so filled with longing, that I instantly knew that the line we’d just cross was okay to her. My hands worked their way down to her shirt, and I lifted it off without a second thought. With my other hand, I pushed up her skirt revealing her panties. Even as a married woman, Kelly still wore lingerie. Her lace panties and bra were the sexiest thing I could imagine on her.