A Mother’s Obsession 2: The Prequel

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Jason’s mother, Jennifer, was raised in Austin, Texas. Jolene was her identical twin and there were two brothers, one two years older and one two years younger. The loving parents were blue-collar workers and had a strong work ethic. Jennifer’s father had been a Navy boxer and worked as a carpenter and builder. He remained in excellent physical condition and taught his sons to box. He was very protective of his daughters.The twin girls were strong academically and enjoyed a variety of activities. Jennifer was a gymnast and her sister a track runner. Jolene was much more social and had many friends of both sexes. Jennifer was quiet, shy, and spent more time on her studies and music. She did not have a boyfriend. An underlying strong vein of competition ran between the sisters, despite their close relationship. Jennifer liked to exert control of her life and possessions, which were neatly arranged. Jolene tended to be less organized in all respects.Mr. Williams was the first person to have sex with Jason’s future mother.David Williams was young, tall, handsome, and athletic. He taught music in high school and coached track. He had been a runner on his college track team and played violin in the symphony. Many of his friends were surprised when he chose to teach at the high school level. He commanded respect both in the classroom and on the field. He was single and although the girls wondered why they were convinced he was not gay. Conversations would stop around the girl’s lockers when Mr. Williams walked by. They were awestruck by the man.Jennifer had wanted to play the oboe, but Mr. Williams had insisted that she take up the clarinet. She had received individual instruction for a year. She would sit across from Mr. Williams and he often would stop her playing with a light, brief touch on her thigh. She worked hard on the clarinet lessons as she wanted to please Mr. Williams. In fact, Jennifer had entered a regional band competition at Mr. William’s recommendation. He felt that in order to win the competition, she would need some individual instructions at his home after school or on the weekends. She and her parents trusted Mr. Williams completely based on their many interactions.Mr. Williams lived in a beautiful two-story brownstone home. The first time Jennifer visited she was taken with the construction Esenyurt escort (her dad was a builder and she knew quality) and decor. Instrument lessons were held in the front parlor with one side of the wall lined with bookshelves. Beautiful Persian rugs were placed at various locations over the parquet floor, so visitors removed their shoes at the front door. She placed her book bag on the floor and retrieved her sheet music. She was slightly nervous being in his home and her eyes wandered taking in the fresh-cut flowers, mirrors, and the grandfather clock.It was close to the time of Jennifer’s period and she carried an extra pair of panties in her book bag. In her nervousness she was throwing contents out of the bag, looking for a second book of music, when she noticed her panties were among the materials on the rug. She quickly placed them back into her bag, but she knew Mr. Williams had seen them. She turned and searched his face for an understanding smile, but there was no reaction other than an expressed patience for the lesson to begin.Yet this lesson was to be different.As Jennifer played in the dusk of the night, Mr. Williams stood, closed the shutters, and locked the front door. This didn’t seem like a dangerous neighborhood, she thought. Mr. Williams returned to his chair and she felt his eyes upon her chest and legs. Mr. Williams reached over and placed his hand on her upper thigh. She immediately stopped playing, waiting for instructions. However, he asked her to continue as he left his hand in place. This was a different touch and she wondered if her accidental display of panties had affected him. After several minutes, his hand moved and he slowly pulled off each of her white socks. Jennifer was shocked! What was he doing? What was going on? The tones stopped again as Jennifer’s eyes grew wide, but Mr. Williams said quietly, “please continue your playing until I tell you to stop.”She concentrated on the sheet music in effect blocking out his face, but she could feel his hands running lightly along her feet, lower legs, and inner thighs. She reacted by closing her legs and frowned at Mr. Williams with a question of wonder. He said, “please relax your legs, Jennifer, ” and with a gentle touch, he separated them. The tone of voice was normal but Etiler escort bayan authoritative and this was reflected in his movements. He expected her to comply and she did as perspiration formed on her forehead. He said, “please repeat the piece from the beginning.”—Jennifer:”I was shocked. I continued to play somewhat haltingly with varying techniques as he slid his hands higher and higher – finally, they were under my checked skirt. I started shaking like crazy. I didn’t know what to do. I thought about running, but something kept me glued to my seat. I had never experienced anything like this. He asked me to again separate my legs with the same even tone of voice that would correct the musical technique. I felt his hands go higher toward my private parts. Suddenly he was gently touching my genitals with his thumb and fingers through my red panties (I remember the color) and I just kept getting wetter and wetter as I looked into his eyes, with my mouth motionless around the top of the clarinet. I was stunned and my limbs felt heavy.I had masturbated very rarely and it was always external. I was scared as he pulled my panties to one side. What was he going to do? I did not know what would come next. Then it happened. I felt pressure at the opening of my exposed vagina as my fear increased. I was embarrassed and I was dreading potential pain. I could not run with my weak legs and I think part of my inaction was his continued calming presence, almost as though his touch was part of my lesson. Mr. Williams penetrated me with his finger. Yes, that was a first and it was tight, my mouth fell open and he took the clarinet from me gently placing it on the floor. I started to make an Ahhh sound with my mouth with my head tilted, as I looked into the mirror. Was this really happening? It was a feeling between pleasure and pain and I knew a mystery existed. The mystery was what would he do to me next?Gradually my discomfort improved and was replaced by a feeling of intense pleasure. The pleasure also scared me. What kind of a girl was I being? The pleasure was varied and timed, almost like a component of my music, but gradually built into a tremendous crescendo. I recognized that I was having an orgasm, but it was incredibly strong and it occurred with his finger deep Escort Eyüp within me. I looked past his face at the door, now clutching his arm tightly.Mr. Williams did not move for a minute, then with his finger remaining in my vagina, he slowly adjusted my hair with his other hand. He wiped the sweat off my forehead and then touched my cheek gently, with our eyes locked. He traced my lower lip with his finger. I gulped as he slowly withdrew his finger from my vagina. Then he gently placed my socks back on my feet as I sat motionless, running his fingers up my legs and briefly touching my pussy again, as if he owned it. I heard, “that will be all for today. We will need to practice like this often to get you ready.” Ready for what I wondered? I stood and adjusted my skirt, thinking maybe I will change these panties on the way home.”—Jennifer heard the door shut behind her as she felt the cool evening air on her wet crotch. She felt a great deal of confusion. She felt a combination of outrage and naughtiness and a variety of other emotions, some of which she could not identify. As Jennifer walked home that night, she considered her response and options. She could tell her father, but there would be a scandal. Mr. Williams would lose his job and potentially go to jail, (if she could prove her accusations). Also, Mr. Williams’s beautiful facial bones would become a jig-saw puzzle at the hands of her father. He would simply beat the shit out of that music teacher, prior to going to the authorities.She stopped and sat at a neighborhood cafe in order to recover. She recognized increasingly that she was not going to immediately expose Mr. Williams. It might have been partly her fault she thought. Also, she recognized that she had learned something and Jennifer loved to learn and have experiences.There was another reason that Jennifer did not tell anyone about her special session. It would take years for her to realize that this was also about competition with her twin sister. The twin that got all the experiences with boys. Jennifer just had an experience with an older man and the future may reveal mysteries beyond those that could be provided by boys. She walked home and after checking in with her parents, retired to her bedroom. She undressed to take a needed shower, looking at her nude breasts and vulva in the mirror. She felt her breasts, buttocks, and legs She sat on the bed and looked at her vaginal introitus thinking of the hours-old penetration between those very lips. She hoped this would be the last time that Mr. Williams would act in such a manner or something would have to be done.

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