At The Age of Discovery
She would sneak from her room and sit next to her mother’s bedroom door and listen to the sounds of sex. Yes, she knew about sex, she and her friends talked about sex, and they all agreed that they couldn’t wait until they could go to bed with a boy, but unlike her friends, her body was still formless. She was a late bloomer, unisex clothes hung limply from her chest and hips, she was getting impatient waiting for her tits to blossom, her body to change. She wanted to look like her mother, beautiful, hot, sexy; even the girl sensed the stunning sexuality that her mother exuded. She liked listening to her mother fucking her boyfriends because it made her shiver, her bald, smooth little pussy hummed with tension and after she heard her …