This is the continuing story of my email conversations with one of my readers. If you have not read the first part, I would suggest that you do. I enjoy the feedback that I receive from readers. Both good and bad! But I ask that if you do send a comment, please, don't just send one saying that you want to read about the mother and daughter fucking.
If you have read some of my stories, you already know that I don't just jump into the ordinary fuck scenes. I like for my characters to have character. I like for the scene to have depth and allow it to build up for my readers. For me personally, this gives the reader the feeling of sharing my pleasures.
I want to take this time to thank all of you who have sent in comments on my stories. It is your encouragement both good and bad that keeps us writing and improving. Even if they were bad comments, you still took the time to read the story. You may not agree with everything that I write. And I don't expect you to judge me on the content. After all, these are just stories. And if the content offends you, you are free to hit the exit button.
Spanker Sam
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One day passed and I didn't receive a word from my inquisitive mother. Then I opened my email and found three messages from her. I read each one slowly. And with each one, I could see that her sexuality had not only blossomed, it had in some ways exploded.
Hello Sammie:
I hope you don't mind my formality. I read your letter and have to tell you that at first I got mad as hell! Then I reread it while sipping on a drink. Why does alcohol make things seem different? Anyway! I did as you suggested and reread Cynthia's comments.
Damn! I guess I read only what I wanted to. She was a lot more explicit about what she thought and felt than I read into. You're right. She did imagine a man doing those things to her. And that man believe it or not, was you.
She wanted it to be an older man like you. One, who would appreciate the fact that she isn't all that experienced in sex. She wanted it to be you directing her as she played with her pussy. And it was you that introduced her to the joys of fruits and vegetables.
How do you make things that I have always thought of as gross or nasty seem so sexual? I am going to read more of your stories. I know! I said I wouldn't! But after your letter I couldn't help it.