(This is a genre I am exploring, part biography, part fiction, some imagination, full pleasure. All characters in this story are above the age of consent. Dedicated to S., my wife, the love of my life who has been gone for 7 years now, whose image comes to mind, as I put these words down.
I write because it gives me pleasure. My initial writings drew greatly from my own experiences. But as I progressed, I learnt not to fetter my imagination, but to give it wings, to take it to places one has only dreamt of. That's why I have experimented with different perspectives, preferring not to use names, so that the readers can easily put themselves in the place of the protagonist or any of the characters, building a strong identification with them. I am an amateur and a learner and would love your feedback as it is worth it's weight in gold, and enable me to craft a richer experience for us all.
This is a lengthy story, which I have broken down into chapters, each complete by itself and maybe of a different genre. The story continues from Part 9
A smooth farewell)
28 Bare necessities
He waited awhile, and sensing the two ladies would be in the bathroom for some time, put on his clothes and took the opportunity to make an exit. She had gone in the bathroom with her mom, with a triple purpose in mind. Firstly to get cleaned up, secondly to allow him the opportunity to scoot away and make his exit, and lastly she had whispered into her mom's ears that she wanted to be as smooth below as she was, and her mom was going to help her with this.
They first got into, the shower and used the loofah to soap each other up properly, paying special attention to their erogenous zones, heating things up in the shower cubicle They cleaned up good, enjoying the caresses of each other, experts at pushing the right buttons rubbing each other out, stroking their cunnies to cream once more.
Then her mother got to work. She lit the aromatic candles and heated the special wax she had got for the purpose. She tried a trial patch on her underarms, to gauge her sensitivity, first, lathering the molten wax with a spatula, then putting a strip of cloth on it whilst still warm, waiting for the wax to harden and in a sudden jerk pulling the strip off and with it the hair stuck to it, out by their roots. When she did this for the first time her daughter let out a blood curdling bellow of pain as if her teeth were being pulled out without any anesthesia. She felt a hundred pin pricks in her armpit as her hair were yanked out by their roots.
He stopped in his tracks hearing the scream as he exited the bedroom, wondering whether he should break the door open, when he heard the sound of her mom's laughter and a choice of filthy abuses from her daughter's lips. She was writhing in pain, but derived a strange sadomasochistic pleasure as well from letting the abuses flow. Oh, the sacrifices they made for love.
Her mom applied a special powder to it and when it was cleaned out it was as smooth as her cheeks, without the stubble she normally had as she shaved her lady parts. There were goose pimples, and a sea of red points where the hair was yanked out. She loved the smooth feeling, like a child again, wondering if it was worth the pain. Then her mother repeated the process on the other armpit. She thought the pain would be a little more bearable, but it was worse as the buildup made her tense up, increasing her discomfort.
She dreaded the thought that when it was applied to her loins, sensitive as they were with the constant action, she would surely pass out. Her mom started by asking her to lie face down legs spread in order to facilitate depilation of her butt. She lathered on the hot wax, onto her perineum and butt crack, and her sensitive skin immediately responded by getting scalded, making her wince.
Strangely, she also felt the same tingling in her lady parts that came from orgasm, as the receptors for pleasure and pain are the same. Her mom, not one for niceties, yanked the cloth back with a jerk, making her holler and bite into the towel that she had placed below her head. She lathered on the powder and soon after, she felt a cool sensation up her ass, like when you step into a cold shower; after the initial shock, you start enjoying it.
Her mom turned her over to make her lie on her back, and the cool bathroom floor sent a shiver up her ass. She was feeling strangely liberated and in charge of her own pleasure and despite the impending pain was anticipating the pleasure as well. Her mother asked her to feed on her bosom, as she had read somewhere that breast milk has many properties, including that of a painkiller, She latched on to her mom's massive mammaries, draining them of their contents till they were tender and she was full.
Her mother explained the different types of Brazilian, the bikini that left a triangle over the pubes, the landing strip that left a small patch above, and the full, telling her that she would progressively go through each before the final stage, from the outer to the inner. She asked her mother to cut a lock of her girly curlies, as a gift for him and her mother trimmed off a patch, before getting the wax ready.
The next 15 minutes, a series of screams rent the air, as if some perverse torture was being inflicted, feeling she'd pass out with the intense pain, as her mother, through a series of jerks, cleared off her dense undergrowth to reveal her fount of pleasure. She had shaved periodically earlier, but hadn't liked the stubble that made her feel unladylike, preferring a trim when it got too unruly.
She felt the cool wind caressing her clam, and looked up to see her mother blowing over it. Her mom then gave her newly smooth mound, a series of licks, polishing her pearl until she hit the high spot repeatedly squirting copious amounts of her jism into her mother's mouth in a series of orgasms, that felt that they would never end.
She had never felt this good before and the pleasure so intense. Her mother demonstrated a series of pelvic exercises to prolong the ecstasy, showing her how to contract the vaginal walls and increase his joy as well. Her mom was leaking buckets too, turned on by the show, and her pungent essence filled the air.
She put her mom's lessons to good use so that she almost lifted off the floor as her tongue stimulated her inner core, filling her mouth with her icing, as she died a little death, moaning and groaning her hips thrusting with a life of their own. She told her that she was now ready to experience as well as provide conjugal delights, having cleared the exam, only the degree pending to be conferred, making her blush with happiness. She had never felt so womanly before and was fascinated by her smooth ridge, as she couldn't stop exploring it , running her fingers over it, looking at it in the mirror making her blush.