I'd been home from college for but weeks, my hand is shaking, just a little bit. Nerves keeping a tension about me that just won't break no matter the strain. The room is dim, but I can see clearly, warm but not stiflingly hot, the sheets under my knees are soft and comfy, and the mattress the type that you almost sink into. This is your bedroom, and we're in your bed. I take a breath and swallow a portion of my nerves.

The fan in the corner of the room rotates, and I feel the caress of the air, just on the border of being too cold with the added wind, passing over my naked form, another little shake coming over me at the shudder the temperature sends down my spine.

One of my hands caresses your cheek-not the one on your face-it idly turned into a grope that had you purring. How had I gotten myself into this? Nervous as all hell, shuddering in place behind you, that slick, wet slit and the tight puckered hole just a bit above it presented to me...It had been mostly your idea, thinking back on it-and that made the nerves even worse. I swallowed, and stroked up your thigh, to gingerly take ahold of your hip.

I swallowed.

You swung your hips, just a little big, giving me a wiggle, enticing me, practically hypnotizing me, bringing me some...comfort in ignorance, comfort that fades with that voice...

"Come on sweetie...you know you want it!"

I squirm again, and after a moment take a breath. I'm hard as rock, and you're so clearly aroused-yet all I can feel is...writhing guilt mixed and tempered with animal lust. This isn't right...

But after you nudge back against me, and I feel my length throb against the expansive cheek of your rear, it's heat and mine melding in a manner that has me panting, I know I have to do this. I know I want it.

A pair of fumbling fingers grasp my base, and my hips work with them to line me up-that tip pressing to the sheer...hot, wetness between your legs. The guilt comes back tenfold, but so does the lust-the balance is maintained. I could turn back-I don't need to do thi-

Your patience seems to run out, as you push back against my tip, sheathing me in the wrinkled, cloying, velvet of your insides, unable to react coherently, the best I can comment is "Ha-ah!" When my hips pick up the slack, and press forwards, hilting me inside of you, hand suddenly free and squeezing at your hip.

Your voice fills the air again, after my piteous little moan.

"Mhn, see, honey? Doesn't that feel good?" It does, and the squeeze around me, like you're trying to wring the life from my cock makes it better. "Now-let Mommy prove to you that you don't need any other girls, alright, baby?" You coo, as I try to come to terms with the fact that I'm...well.

Losing my virginity to my Mother...

Hey there! Looking to play out a Mother/daughter roleplay! Something where it's generally driven by the mother, be that because of a fear of losing her daughter to some harlot, or seeking actual companionship and affection due to an awful husband, I don't mind! I'd love to build things with you, and get something story-driven out of this!

All of my very optional Kinks: Chubby women, incest, legal age gap, overbearing women, Vaginal, Anal, Outercourse (Thighjobs, assjobs, handjobs, anything without penetration, this is a favourite), virginity loss, impregnation, oral, body-worship, smaller/average endowments, minor gentle femdom, romance, cuteness, hand-holding, cheating (If father is still around!), teasing, teaching, possible premature ejaculation (It is her first time after all!)