A Night with My Girlfriend: Erotica Collection - Rex Pahel - E-Book

A Night with My Girlfriend: Erotica Collection E-Book

Rex Pahel

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  • Herausgeber: Rex Pahel
  • Kategorie: Erotik
  • Sprache: Englisch
  • Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

He had always desired to have a taste of her. 
Now is the moment they have been waiting for. 
She was giving him something that he hasn’t experienced before. It was just too good. 

3 Erotic Stories Bundle.

1. Bus Ride with Mom’s Best Friend
2. A Young Photographer
3. Camping With My Girlfriend’s Mother

For Mature Audiences Only (18+)

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A Night with My Girlfriend: Erotica Collection

By Rex Pahel

[email protected] by Rex Pahel

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

It is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters are represented as 18 or over.

Table of Contents
A Night with My Girlfriend: Erotica Collection
Bus Ride with Mom’s Best Friend
A Young Photographer
Camping With My Girlfriend’s Mother

Bus Ride with Mom’s Best Friend

My mom had recently connected with this friend, Esther, who was a next-door neighbor to us. Occasionally, she would come over to our place and we would hang out together.

She lived alone and didn’t seem to have any kids, or so I thought.

I had later on found out that mom and Esther were actually childhood friends, best friends actually, and that this meeting and relocation was more or less planned.

You see, my dad wasn’t always around when I was growing up. He was always travelling around the world, for some important business trips.

My mom later found out that my dad had been cheating on her and actually had another family in a different state.

The news was devastating to her, who had been a good, loving, and faithful wife. She couldn’t handle the trauma and decided to divorce him.

My mom and dad got divorced when I was still young, and he didn’t find it important to check up on me, his kid.

Not like I cared or anything, I had grown up used to his negligence and didn’t even bother getting close to him.

My mom and I moved to Washington DC and had been here ever since. My mom was sixteen when she had me. 

I am twenty-four years old and I still live with my mom. I already had a good paying job and could readily move out of this house at any time, but some things held me in place.

One factor; being that I don’t want to leave my mother alone. I wanted to be sure she had a companion she could share with and move on with her life.

The second reason, however, isn’t something you expected. Grown-ups are allowed to make their decisions, right?

It’s been three years since Esther moved into this neighborhood. One thing I can guarantee for sure is that she is hot.

Trust me, those words aren’t enough to describe how pretty and sexy she was. I didn’t let it affect me at first, I was happy with the wet dreams I always had and the fantasies I created of me having sex with her.

For this 38-year-old lady, I was willing to stay with my mom. Nothing was really going to happen between us anyway and seeing her every day was enough to fuel my fantasies.

Or so I thought.

Sometimes, Esther would have men over at her place. These men seemed to be in their 70s or 80s, I guess. 

There were majorly old people. I would watch from my window as some of them gave her a goodbye kiss as they drove away from her house.

I knew what she was into anyway, but that wasn’t in anyway bad in my eyes. I mean, if I was that beautiful and sexy all together, and stinky rich people approached me and decided to spend on me, I wouldn’t refuse them now, would I?

However, I wondered. Does she ever get satisfied with these people? Technically, the strength to perform well would have left them as majority of them would be trying hard not to stress their bodies and risk a heart attack or some kind of body pain.

Usually, when Esther was done with these men, she would come over to our house and talk with my mom. The recent discussion went thus;

“Hey Charlotte”


“This guy just gave me a million dollars.”


“I am telling you hon. These rich old men, are the best.”


“Ha. I put in zero effort and make a whole lot of money. They can’t even last that long in bed.”

“Ha! Ha! At least you are getting paid, right?”

“I know but I am starting to miss a real thing, you know.”

“Well, you can get a boyfriend you know?”

“Pfft. Yeah right, and risk him destroying everything for me out of jealousy? Or messing with my heart just to deceive me and still ruin me? Nada. Not happening again.”

“Is this about Jeremy?”

“It’s not just about him Charlotte. They are all the same.”

“Don’t generalize it. Wayne is different.”

“Hmm, Wayne. Has he had some pussy yet?”

“Why don’t you ask him?”

“Wayne! Wayne!!”

I could hear Esther calling to me. I was in my room, touching myself, fantasizing about us, the usual.

Her voice interrupted my thoughts. From my fantasy, I could hear her voice calling to me, until I snapped out of it and realized she was truly calling me.

Cleaning myself in a hurry, I went downstairs to answer;

“Hi Esther!” I greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. I don’t know why I did that, but I did it anyway. Maybe it’s because I was forcefully pulled out of my fantasy, and now that she was before my eyes, my body just moved instinctively.

 I didn’t fail to notice the deep breath she took in when she hugged me in return though. I just didn’t let it bother me.

“Hey mom, what’s up?”

“I didn’t call you dear, Esther did.”

“Okay, so what is it Esther?”