Paul Gets His First Yvonne Blowjob

After I got home from my afternoon with Jon on the day that I gave my first blowjob, I had to continually suppress the urge to tell Mom about what I had done.

Each time I thought about doing so I told myself that this was one secret I would not be able to share with my Mom.

Over the years, my Mom and I had shared lots of secrets, lots and lots of secrets.  This would have to be my secret.

Even though I knew that I could not tell Mom, as I said, I found myself on several occasion that evening wanting to tell her.  On three separate occasions she made reference to my smile, which did not go away.  When I would not tell her why I was smiling, twice she commented that it had to be about a boy.

Mom knew I was boy crazy.  I was in the seventh grade at the time and only twelve years old so it did not occur to her that I had given Jon, who I thought was still my boyfriend, a blowjob.

The next morning when I read Jon's email, my smile finally went away.  As mentioned elsewhere he did not want to be my boyfriend anymore and he called me a 'slut' for sucking on his dick and letting him cum in my mouth and then swallowing his load.  Okay, he did not expand on why I was a slut.  He simply called me a slut for what I had done and that is what I had done.

While sucking his dick was a secret I was willing to keep, partially because I knew it could also get him in trouble, being called a slut nulled and voided any feelings I had about protecting him.  While I still felt I could not tell my Mom. talking to my oldest brother was an option.  After all we had our own secret, one that was even dirtier  than what I had done with Jon.

When I told Paul what I had done and about the email I had received from Jon,  his first impulse was to 'beat the living crap out of the little fucker."

I suggest to that doing so would not be the best option as everyone would want to know why he had done so.  The only explanation that would have made any sense, that would have given it any justification, was the truth.  And I was not prepared to have the truth come out.

"It is a lot like our own secret," I suggested.   It had been two years since that night and we had not talked about it in a long time.  

Paul became a bit defensive and said, "That wasn't all me, you know.  You wanted me  to fuck you."

I am not entirely certain I wanted Paul to fuck me, but I was not willing  to say that he had it all wrong.  "You are probably right about that."  I replied.

"Of course, I am right.  You wanted it.  You wanted to know what it felt like to be a girl and get fucked.  You wanted it then.  Hell, I can tell you want it right now."      

I considered what he had said for a long moment and then I asked, "Paul, do you want to fuck me again?"  I paused and looked at him intently in the eyes and repeated myself.  "Do you want to fuck me Pau?. Right here?  Right now?  Again?"

"Doesn't matter is I do or don't.  We can't.  It was wrong then.  It would be wrong now.  We made a vow."

I understood and then I suggested, "Paul, we made a vow never to fuck again.   We did not say anything about me sucking your dick."