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The Babymaker (Part3)
Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 83, Source: xHamster
hurt Lisa." "I know," Bambi smiled and zipped me up. "And I want you to keep seeing me too. That's our deal, alright?" "Ummm..." I smiled nervously. "Don't worry, I already talked to her about it," Bambi explained as she stood up slowly. "We can share." "Share?" I was only dimly aware that Bambi meant sharing me and I had no idea how a mother could ever explain something like that to her daughter. I mean...Why? Bambi had to be about the hottest woman in the city, at least in my opinion, and she could have had any guy she wanted. Why would she want Lisa's fifteen-year-old boyfriend? And she was married too! What was up with that? I wanted to ask, but I didn't even know where or how to start without making Bambi mad and after that super intense blowjob, making her mad was the very last thing on this planet I wanted to do! "Lisa can have first dibs," Bambi giggled, putting her hands on my shoulders and leaning into me for a kiss. "I don't mind the yummy leftovers." "Mmmph!" I agreed with that as my mouth suddenly filled with Bambi's wriggling tongue. She tasted kind of salty, kind of sweet too and I realized I was tasting my own semen...again. But how could I refuse kissing a girl...a woman...who had just given me the best and only blowjob of my young life? Duh! It was my own spunk anyway and she'd swallowed most of it, so I told myself it didn't really mean anything. Actually, I sort of liked it just ... because kissing was always nice and Bambi really, really knew how to kiss good! If I hadn't cum five times already, she would have made me blow in my pants probably. Her tongue seemed to flutter around like a butterfly, touching me in places I'd never even known existed! My whole mouth seemed to tingle and come alive and then ache when our kiss was over. "You kiss nice," she said and I laughed at that because it had been all Bambi, anything I'd done had been purely accidental. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Did Mom talk to you?" Lisa asked me five minutes later. We were sitting close together on the couch, with her father in his wheelchair watching the television. "Uhhh...Yeah," I nodded, wondering if I should have my arm around her or not. It seemed like her dad was looking at us. "Did you guys do it?" she asked, trying to sound like she didn't care. "What?" I blinked at her and then glanced at her dad. "It's okay if you did," Lisa told me. "I'm not mad." "We didn't, um..." I lowered my voice, "...we didn't really, uh...do it." "You didn't?" Lisa almost smiled at me then. "What did she say?" "She, um...asked me if I was serious, about you, I mean, and uh..." I tried to smile innocently, "...she said I better not ever hurt you or anything." "Oh," Lisa did smile then, curling up even closer and putting her hand on my chest. "You were gone a long time though. I thought ...