Sexting My Mother's Fiancé

-Veronica Langford-

-I’ll spread your legs wide open and eat that pussy up till you’re a moaning, squirming mess and I won’t stop until your thighs and legs are shaking feebly-

I bit my lip and covered my face with my pillow after reading the dirty text from a guy I was texting

-Yes baby, I want you to lick me until I’m dripping all over your face. I’m going to sit on your face, and I’ll ride your tongue and grind against your nose until I can't take it anymore- I texted him back, waiting for his response.

I could feel the heat in between my legs as I texted him. I got on the bed and my hands found their way through my waistband into my middle core, touching my clit as I watched the three little dots appear on the screen, signaling that he was typing back.

-Oh fuck, baby. You’re gonna be dripping all over me, aren’t you?- his message popped up, and my stomach did a flip.

“Mmmmm” I moaned, rubbing my clit faster as I read his texts

I felt the heat rising in my cheeks. This guy… he always knew exactly what to say, always hit the right buttons. My free hand hovered on my keyboard after I read his message. I was about to type back when I heard a knock on my door.

Shit!

I yanked my hand out of my pants and quickly threw my phone under my pillow. My mom opened the door and walked into my room

“Mommmmmm!!!! What happened to waiting for a ‘come in’” I shouted, a little high-pitched. She almost caught me touching myself.

“Ohh, Ronny. Don't be such a sour girl” My mom smiled, ignoring my frustration as she casually strolled into the room, completely oblivious to what she had just interrupted.

I sat up quickly, my cheeks still flushed from... well, everything. I did my best to compose myself, but my heart was still racing. My pussy still throbbing with the need to finish what I’d started.

She smoothed her skirt and sat on my bed close to me “How’s my sweet girl doing?” she asked, pinching my cheeks

“So far, I’m good” I forced a smile, trying to ignore the wetness still coating my fingers. "Just... you know... chilling."

“Honey, you have no idea how glad I am that you chose to spend the summer with me. We’ll catch up on your high school days and we’ll have so much fun before you head off to college” she held my hand and gave them a light squeeze. “I still can’t believe you're heading off to college soon. I’ll miss you so much. It’s incredible how much you’ve grown”

I could see her eyes tear up a bit and I gave her a hug. “Mom, no matter how much I grow, I'll still be your little girl, and I’ll come visit whenever I get the chance.”

She patted my head and sniffed and withdrew from her arms to look at her. Lines of tears were streaming down her face.

“Heyyy mommm, don't do this. If you cry, then I'm gonna start crying too" I said softly, wiping her face with my fingers. “We’re supposed to have fun and catch up not spend the summer crying”, I tried to cheer her up

She laughed and then sniffed, wiping her face “I’m so sorry honey. I just got caught up in the moment. Now, before we start our plans for the summer, I'd like you to meet someone tonight. I’ve invited him for dinner”. She jumped back to her usual cheerful self

“Him??” my eyebrows shot up in curiosity, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of my lips

“Yes. Him” she gestured with her hands and we laughed

“Any relationship with this ‘him’?” I asked curiously

“I don't want to spoil the whole surprise. Just wait till you see him tonight at dinner. Now, take a shower and get ready, we’re going out for breakfast. I kinda feel too lazy about cook this morning” she admitted

Classic mom

I rolled my eyes playfully and nodded. My phone started vibrating under my pillow again and again. He was sending me dirty messages again and as much as I wanted to snatch the phone from the pillow and read his texts, I couldn't with my mom in the room

“Urhh, you wanna get that?”

“Don't worry about it mom. It can wait. Now hurry and go get dressed while I take a shower so we can go for breakfast. I'm starving” I said, distracting her from the vibrations

“Right. Don't take too long” she headed for my room door and left, closing it behind her

I exhaled and took my phone from under the pillow

-You thinking about me right now? You better be touching yourself-

My pulse quickened as I reread the messages, each one filthier than the last. He knew exactly what to say to drive me wild.

You might be wondering how I got here. Well, let me explain.

I’m Veronica Langford, a nineteen-year-old who just graduated from high school. My parents went through a separation when I was in the eighth grade and they finalized their divorce when I was in the tenth. My dad was the famous CEO, Dominic Langford, and after the divorce, my mom took half of everything he had—money, properties, shares in companies. But Dad got custody of me and my mom only had visitation rights till when I turned eighteen

I decided to at least spend the summer with my mom and get to know her better at her beach house before I headed off to college. Since I moved in, my mom has been seeing different men. She was never the type to settle down, I mean I had never seen her with one man for up to a month, and she had never introduced any of the men she had been seeing to me. You can understand why my curiosity pinged when she said she was inviting a man for dinner and wanted me to meet him. What was so special about this fling?

Staying with my dad throughout my high school days was fun, and he was the absolute best. But as with most dads, he was overprotective, not even letting me go to parties, hang out with friends past nighttime or even letting me act my age at all.

As a result, I am a nineteen-year-old virgin and I haven’t even had my first kiss yet. Pathetic, right? I was about to go into college as a virgin with no knowledge whatsoever of sexual activities. That’s why I created a fake I*******m account. That's how I met him - the guy I've been sexting. I didn't know his real name, I had never seen his face because in all the pictures he posted he only showed his fit and kept his face covered.

I was okay with it as long as he didn't know my identity too. His dirty texts taught me things I never would’ve learned on my own or from watching p**n. I know it isn't the same thing as having sex, but at least I'm no longer a complete novice at sex. He had taught me so many things over text, like how to touch myself, how to locate my g-spot and how to climax.

“Ronny, are you ready yet?” my mom screamed from her room and I immediately jerked up from the bed and rushed for the bathroom.

“Almost” I yelled back

Today was going to be interesting