This tells the story of how I got my red lipstick fetish. A fetish is defined as an obsession or something that is necessary for sexual gratification. I think to most people it's something that may involve fantasy and is probably something remembered from the past that gave them a great deal of pleasure and still affects them today. That's the case with me. I'm not obsessed, but to this day when I see a hot woman wearing bright red lipstick I just want to shove my raging hard-on in her mouth and have her suck me off. Let me tell you how I got this way.
It all started when I was 18 years old. I lived in a small community where if you didn't know someone, you knew someone who did. We had a neighbor Mrs. Harmon who lived around the corner. She was a young stunning woman who lost her husband in a car accident two years earlier. He left her a widow without children. Before the accident she was a happy outgoing person and she used to baby sit me when I was 10 or 11. After the accident she was withdrawn and the rumor was she was hitting the sauce pretty hard. Most rumors were true in a small town like mine. As I got older she had me cut her grass and do odd jobs for her. She was always around as I grew up and I thought of her as my second mom and her house as my second home. She let me smoke cigarettes and have a beer now and then without telling my parents. I seemed to be the only person she allowed to get close to her. Sometimes odd relationships form under difficult circumstances.
One day I was doing yard work for her as usual and she liked to help by doing the raking and weeding. We took breaks when we got hot. She was drinking lemonade and from the way she was acting I was sure she was getting smashed. We went in the house to cool off and she poured herself another tall glass of lemonade from a pitcher before she went to the bathroom. One beer was enough for me at that age and I poured myself some lemonade too. I was gulping it down when she returned.
Joey, my God!
What?
You shouldn't drink that!
Why not? It's good.
It has Vodka in it!
Too late now I guess.
Right, your mother will kill me!
I guess this is something else we won't be telling her.
It sure is. Crap, Crap, Crap!