Mom is Our Teacher

As the title subtly suggests, this story contains incest. If that’s not for you read something else instead.

All characters are over 18.

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I. The birthday

“Congratulations!” my older brother Tom laughed, as he pushed the large birthday cake in my direction. I knew he had been making this over the past few days ‘in secret’, which meant that I caught him occupied in the kitchen whenever I went down, with him warning me not too peek in his direction. Tom had done a great job with the cake this year. It displayed a stick figure version of myself unsuccessfully trying to lift a huge dumbbell. Very funny. Even though he was taking a piss at my lack of fitness skills at the gym, I had to laugh hard. I could have it. I patted him on the shoulder, which contained more muscle power than I had in my whole body.

“Good job, bro.”

Then I looked around the table. All the smiling faces of my family members were turned in my direction, as they anticipated me blowing out the eighteen candles whose flames joyfully flickered in front of me. Next to me sat Tom. On my other side, Dad, still in his sports clothes from his afternoon run. His face was red from the cold outside.

Mom leaned forward from the other side of the table, her blond curls dancing in front of her elegant face as she did. She reached with a match for one of the candles that had gone out. Her slender fingers gracefully held it pinched between two fire red fingernails. Once she had it burning again, I let a silence fall to create an official atmosphere. Solemnly I met all their gazes, before inhaling deeply and dramatically. I would not disappoint them! The candles all went out, and my family started cheering.

“You can make a wish!” Mom told me. I closed my eyes and wished for what I wanted most. Hey, I was a eighteen year old son of a gun, so you can guess three times what I wished for? I’ll tell you. To finally meet a girl. A nice, sweet, sexy, real girl who would help me to finally lose my virginity. This whole COVID-19 situation had made it impossible to date. I had always been shy around girls, but flirting through Zoom was like trying to do dirty dancing in astronaut suits. As a dirty smirk must have appeared on my face thinking about this, my brother Tom poked me in my side.

“I know what you are wishing for.” he laughed. I guess he did know. I guess, however, that I also knew that he had wished for the same when he had turned twenty two weeks ago. Even though Tom was much cooler than I was, because he went to the gym four times a week, had a quick wit and possessed blazing self-confidence, he hadn’t been much luckier with the girls than I had been. One reason being that he had been dating some shy girl who had only showed him her tits after two years, and he hadn’t even been allowed to touch them. What a saint she was. And what a martyr my brother.

I never understood why he had been with her for so long, but I guess the value of her pussy increased the longer she deprived him of it. At some point, however, he couldn’t bear it anymore and broke up with her. And then, just as he got single again, the corona virus spread and he has been in the same situation as me ever since. Meaning: a virgin living with his parents.

As was family tradition, we were not allowed to eat the cake until after dinner. It was placed away on a nearby table, so that it seductively stood there, promising an amazing desert. I know it may sound stupid that we have this tradition of cake baking but its corniness is precisely what makes it appealing. And it gives us a chance to make fun of one another. Tom had placed the figurine of me as a failed body builder on top of it, because I had been trying to gain some muscle during the pandemic. Well, I tried for two weeks before I gave up and resorted to gaming again instead, which did not build any muscle but was more fun.

When mom got up to finish dinner, she called dad into the kitchen. Tom and I chatted for a bit, glancing at the cake, when I noticed from the corner of my eyes that mom and dad were whispering. Occasionally, mom glanced over her shoulder in our direction. When she saw I was observing their little chat, she forced a smile, but she seemed nervous. Dad lovingly placed his hand on her shoulders, nodded, and then returned to our table.

Mom and dad had prepared a great meal, and I felt touched that they had thought to make my favorite dish ever: lasagna.

“I know” mom said, “that you used to love lasagna as a little boy. Now you are a big boy, is it still your favorite?”

I smiled at the words ‘big boy’, they made me sound as if I were some kind of baby. Little did I know then, how often she would be calling me that over the next weeks…

“Yeah mom, it is. Thank you so much!”

Dad went into the kitchen again to get two glasses of champagne.

“Let’s drink to celebrate this special occasion!” he said as he gave the glasses to me and my brother.

“Are you not drinking?” I asked, surprised. But Tom had already downed his. What an animal he could be… I did the same. Mom and dad wanted us to wait to start drinking until we were twenty one, but occasionally, they treated us to a glass. Best not to ask any questions… I didn’t particularly like champagne, but it had been so long since I had had a drink that I enjoyed the tipsy feeling it gave me.

Mom smiled in my direction as I sipped from the champagne and Tom dug into the meal. I noticed that mom wore more make-up than usual, and if I were not mistaken she had gone to the hair dresser today too. At any rate, she looked younger and prettier than ever. Her half long blond hair hung around her head like golden waterfalls, her lips wore a red lipstick and mascara emphasized her long eye lashes. Had she done this just for my birthday? I felt caught when I noticed that Tom was looking at me. He must have seen that I was staring at mom’s face, and I blushed.

That night I woke to knock on my door. In a blink of an eye I sat straight in my bed, who the hell could that be? I rubbed my eyes. The alarm said two o’clock in the night. As the knock was repeated, softly, I could slowly discern the room around me. The memories of the evening came back. We had feasted on the cake, we had watched a B-movie that I loved, the champagne had hit me hard… I still felt drowsy a bit… It had been great.

Mom had been nervous, though… I remember many concerned glances in my direction… Had I behaved stupid because of one glass of champagne? Another knock.

“Come in?” I whispered softly.

In the door opening stood dad. I could tell he was nervous as he stooped a bit, and uneasily rubbed his hands. Even though it was quite dark I could see that he tried to force a smile, his white teeth reflecting the little light there was. “Dad?” I asked

“Son.” Dad replied. “Ehm. Well.”

I turned my blanket and sat up straight on the edge my bed, preparing myself for some heavy news to follow. Why else would dad wake me up in the middle of the night?

“It is your mother. We would like you to… Come to our bedroom. Seeing that you have turned eighteen and everything, while it hasn’t been easy on you with COVID and the lock down and all…” He wasn’t making any sense.

“Dad, are you okay?” I asked.

“Yes, yes, yes.” he replied quickly. “I am fine, I am fine with this too. Would you please come to our bedroom?”

Sleepy, I got up and followed dad through the hall towards their room. Man, he seemed jumpy. I wondered what they had in stall. My mind ran like crazy, but I could not think of anything that would be necessary to wake me up for in the middle of the night. Perhaps this was some kind of coming-of-age ritual and I had to run through the woods for hours? Kill a deer? Catch fish with my bare hands and eat them?

When dad opened the door to their bedroom, a calm and nice atmosphere welcomed us. Candlelight illuminated the room, a warm glow flickered on the walls. Soft music was playing. Was this some kind of seance? I wondered. Dad let me pass into their room as he stayed in the door opening. “What is this?” I asked him.

“Don’t worry, son.” Dad was now smiling. He had apparently been anxious about getting me here, but now that I had agreed to follow him his self-confidence returned. Dad even winked and placed his hand on my shoulder. “I think you will like it. You have my blessing, know that. Enjoy.”

As I walked into my parents’ bedroom, I saw Tom standing in the middle of the room, near the bed which was covered with a velvety red duvet. He was in his pajamas too, a cozy training pants with a black t-shirt. “Hey, man.” I whispered as the candlelight flickered around us. “Do you know what is going on?”

Tom shrug his shoulders and whispered. “No, bro. No clue. Maybe something for your birthday?” Why were we whispering?

I wasn’t sure what was going to happen and we just stood there for a bit. It was clear that Tom felt awkward. We did not know whether we could sit down somewhere or not, but there was only my parents’ bed. Sitting there would feel a step too far, my parents did not like us coming here usually. Since we were ten we had not slept slept in this bed, according to a clear, though unspoken rule that had separated us as young men from the boys we were before.

I still felt dizzy a bit. The champagne really had had a strange effect on me, I guessed.

Dad had closed the door behind us. In complete silence, Tom and I listened to the cheesy music that my parents had put on. It was some new age meditation CD that mom used to listen to when she still regularly did yoga. Ambient drones of cheap synthesizers and an occasional triangle. After a while we could not hold it and giggled nervously together.

“The hell is this… What is going on?” Tom mumbled but then fell silent again.

And just as I was about to walk out and see what was going on, the door knob was pushed down. Mom. We had never seen her like this. Her curves were barely hidden from sight by a night gown that fell just over her hips. Its underside was made of a gray, silken fabric, while its upper part was made of lace, through which we could see mom’s chest. Her large breasts hung bra-less in the gown, but mom’s nipples were hidden from sight by lace ornaments that nevertheless left little to the imagination. Mom’s beautiful arms stuck out of the gown fully naked, and in the gentle light of the candles I could see tiny goosebumps. She had come from our bathroom, probably, where she had dressed up for us in the cold. Mom had her hair up, so that just a few blonde strands fell across her shoulders on the lace that covered her chest. On her bare feet she walked over the carpet towards us. She grinned teasingly, self-confidently, as she knew that her looks had cast a kind of magic spell on us. I had never seen her like this before. So… feminine.

“Hi boys.” mom said in a hoarse voice, as if she was some kind of movie star. Mom was definitely playing with us. What was she up to? She got awfully close to me and I just anxiously took a step back. This was too much. “Why don’t you sit down?” She pointed towards the bed. My parents’ bed… The bed where they… Well, made love… And she wanted us to sit down there? This had been a forbidden area all these years. Mom had kept us out of their love lair all those years and now she simply commanded us to sit on their bed?

Tom and I nervously took place on the edge of my parents’ bed, knowing something was truly off. When we sat down, mom turned around to close the door. The lace of the gown bulged over her big ass, its fabric contoured her two thick ass cheeks. They wobbled a bit as she moved away from us and pressed the door with both hands, to it shut firm. It was as if she symbolically wanted to keep anyone out of our lair filled with ambient music and candles. Anyone, even dad…

Hips swaying she walked towards us, as I could see the shape of her body through her nightgown. I noticed Tom couldn’t resist looking either, and he breathed awkwardly. Man, he was just as tense as I was. It was so weird to sit here next to him. I felt the mattress bulge a bit under his weight, and as I looked in his direction I saw his eyes nervously scan mom’s body.

“Boys” Mom said in a sweet voice, “try to relax a little bit. This will be fun for you, I promise.”

“What are we doing, mom?” I asked. “I mean… What’ s with the candles and the music, and, well, you?”

Finally, the mom I knew shimmered through the role of femme fatale she had seemed to be playing this night, as she awkwardly just stood there in front of us, her shoulders raising slightly – she always did that when she felt nervous. Probably she hadn’t really thought out her plan much after this.

“Your dad and I thought…” mom insecurely brought her hand to her hair and caught a loose strand that she twisted around her finger. As she did this, I could trace with my eyes the shape of her arm pit, freshly shaven, and a bit of her boob that bulged out of the gown. I tried not to look, but it was hard when mom looked so strangely attractive…

What the hell was she doing to us? Did I want to be here?

Suddenly, I felt very, very nervous and uncomfortable. I noticed how my brother seemed to grow excited at the sight of mom in the sexy gown, his eyes intensely staring at mom’s body. What was wrong with him? Was he checking out mom, for real? I did not want to be here. I ought to just up and leave.

“Well, ehm…” mom continued, “your dad and I know… Okay, here we go… We know that you are both still virgins.”

The last word dropped like two heavy dumbbells bouncing off a stone floor. In complete silence my brother and I watched mom, full of anticipation of what she was about to say next. Was there any turn for the normal still conceivable after this?

After a while mom cleared her throat and continued to speak: “And we know that the whole COVID situation has been so hard on you. I mean, there is no way for you to meet girls now, and we thought… That I could… No, that I should… Teach you a bit, about what women like. So that you will be prepared when everything goes back to normal.”

As mom spoke, she regained her cool again. Just like dad, when he brought me to this room, she needed to get herself over the idea of what she was actually proposing. My brother and I, on the other hand, were both dumbfounded at what mom had just said. Sexual education at eighteen seemed a bit redundant. I was seriously worrying about mom’s mental health. Perhaps she had gone loco during the pandemic, because the boring routine of lock downs had eaten away at her sanity.

It was very strange to say, but as mom approached us, she completely managed to shed off the awkwardness of the situation. While I was very anxious as mom approached, afraid of what strange stuff she would utter next, mom just smiled at us as if she was going to instruct us how to help her out in the garden. She had the attitude of the loving mother she had always been to us, and she confidently sat down between us. The mattress bulged further, which made us lean into mom a bit. Her leg pressed against my upper leg, and I felt her warmth through the fabric, while her gown was pushed open slightly, revealing a large part of the white skin of her thighs.

Mom was going to teach us? I was not sure that I wanted this. At all. I mean, I cringed at the very idea of mom talking to us about sex. We knew all there was to know! Even though I had not been with a girl yet, I had seen enough porn to know how to go about pleasing her. I would manage, I guess. It couldn’t be that hard, right? And surely, there were wiki tutorials to teach me… We were way past the age in which it was normal to have your mother speak sex to you. Especially in her night gown in the middle of the night.

My train of thoughts was interrupted and I gasped as I felt mom’ s hand placed on the back of my head. Her finger tips went into my hair and gently caressed my skin. Memories of years ago returned. Mom comforting me when I had fallen and bruised my knee. When Tom broke my bicycle. When I was bullied for the first time… Mom’s fingers instilled their warmth into the skin of my head, as she gently rubbed and massaged me. This was nice…

When I turned my head in her direction, I saw that she was doing the same thing to Tom, who had closed his eyes and hummed softly as mom massaged him too. He was really giving himself over to mom. I wouldn’t be surprised if he enjoyed this a bit too much, the dirty bastard.

Mom suddenly turned her head to me, so that I found myself unexpectedly close to her smiling face. Her blue eyes stared deeply into mine, probing whether I was okay with this, and I became a bit uncomfortable. I looked away as she made me shy. She was just… too pretty. Awkwardly I returned my gaze. From so close I could see all tiny details of her face. Her beautiful eyes reflected the dancing forms of the tiny flames of the candles. She held her lips closed, but when she smiled, I could catch a glimpse of her brilliantly white teeth shimmering through. I noticed how mom had put on mascara, and I could detect where her hand had been just very slightly unsteady when she had put it on: the line under her eye was a bit thicker there.

To see mom, not as mom, but as a woman, made up of all these details that were there to be loved.

I blushed at this thought. I blushed too, because mom and I had been staring in one another’s eyes for quite a long time, while my brother was still moaning in the background. I had never looked at mom this way…

“Mom, what is going on?” I demanded, but I could only do this in a soft voice

“Sssshhhht” Mom hushed me, as her hand brushed past my neck, and she placed it on my back. I felt its shape through my t-shirt. “Shhhhht.”

My resistance was fading. This was nice. Mom was here to take care of me. To look after me. This was good. I love you.

Wait, what?

I tried to get up and get my act together. But my limbs felt super heavy and I barely made it up. The room spun as I started breathing heavily. Something was off. Something had completely messed with my brain…

I felt mom’s hand softly jerking at the leg of trousers. As I stood still, she placed her hand gently on my thigh. “Sit down, darling.” Her voice was like the sweetest honey, dripping, dripping, and it sucked me down again. I immediately felt comforted and sat down next to her. Mmm. I curled up against mom and lay my arm around her waist. It felt so good to hold her like this. My hand brushed past Tom, who was sitting on mom’s other side. Everything was as it should be.

“You have had a little something in your champagne.” Mom explained, as she brushed through my hair with her fingers once more, which felt all tingly on my scalp. She massaged it with circular movements, pressing my head against her shoulder blade.

A little something? I didn’t mind. I felt so drowsy and happy.

My head rested against mom’s neck and I felt the soft fabric of her velvet gown in the palm of my hand that was placed on her hip. Mom had such wide hips. She was so feminine. It felt really nice to cuddle with her like this. So what if I had had something in my champagne. This was the best.

“Tom, honey?” Mom asked. I felt her soft voice vibrate through her neck, the very sound tickled my forehead, which I held pressed mom’s skin. I was so close that I could hear every little breath she took. It was so intimate. My brother nodded, and mom asked: “Why don’t you give mommy a kiss? Can you kiss a girl?”

Through deep mists, I could vaguely sense that this was a very strange request. But I was too relaxed to bother at this stage. I felt mom lean into my brother, as she pressed me firmer against her body. I let her tuck me tightly towards her, towards her soft flesh, that met mine. I closed my eyes and felt my mom’s body so close to me. Her soft, large curves. The side of her huge ass was pressed against my pelvis as I turned further towards mom. I could lift my left leg and lay it on top of mommy’s, so that I was really, really close to her now. Her leg was now wedged between mine, as I lowered my upper body to lay down. I lay on my side, mom’s leg between mine, and my right hand still squeezed in between Tom and mom. I saw both of them from the back as I lay now, and I could feel their bodies alternatively pressing into my arm and hand. First mom leaned towards him, then he towards her.

I just lay there with my eyes closed for a while. I was… so completely comfortable. In the distance I heard smacking noises. A moan. Mom? I tried to open my heavy eye lids. The dancing candle light sent glowing figures running over mom’ s back. The gown reflected it in shiny patterns. Mom’s beautiful back. God, what a back. The gown left a large part of her upper back open, through which I could see her skin. Tiny freckles spotted it, muscles moved as mom leaned closer to Tom. Mom was wearing a necklace, I saw, that glimmered in the warm light. Her blonde curls dropped to the right as mom stretched her neck and placed her left arm on Tom’s shoulder. I watched her hair dangle as it followed her rhythmic movements to and away from Tom.

They were kissing. Tom, my brother, was kissing my mother. I wanted to sit up straight as the realization hit me. But I was so drugged by whatever mom had put in my champagne, that I could not do this at all. I just lay there watching mom wiggling her ass as she passionately kissed my very own bro.

II. What’s next?

I soon started to swoon in and out of consciousness. Through a haze I could discern the figures of mom and Tom intertwining. They were moving closer and closer to each other. I felt my hand still pressed between their legs. It had gotten a bit sweaty due the heat their bodies were radiating. Mom’s skin was warm. I touched it now. I heard Tom breathing louder and louder, and in my feverish state I started to imagine he was some kind of animal on the loose. He sounded like a grunting bear, a growling wolf… I heard the bass of his voice as if I was under water, then a reply of mom.

I saw bare skin. Tom’s torso. I saw mom’s flesh. Her arms moving. Tom stood up, his trousers dropping. Apparently, Tom’s strong body had been harder to drug. I sank away. I felt the mattress bulging rhythmically. Mom leaning forward. I heard a wet. sloppy sound. Repetition. Groans. I sank deeper and deeper. When I managed to open my eyes after what felt like an eternity, I saw mom and Tom on the edge of the bed cuddling. She brushed his hair with her fingers, he put his face in her hair and kissed her neck. I sank even deeper. When I woke up, Tom was gone and I lay in bed besides mom.

Morning light burst its way through the leaves of the big oak in front of our house, and then through the curtains, dappling mom’s skin with fluttering shadows. She lay to my left side, smiling. Her hair lay loose over her pillow, and it formed a beautiful golden crescent over the lower part of her face, where a few strands lay over her cheeks. When mom saw that I had woken up, she placed her right hand on my left arm and started to slowly pet me. The bare skin of her arm stuck out of her gown, as I felt how mom comforted me. Her hand trailed along my arm, making my hairs stand up.

“Mom…” I asked, as the memories of yesterday started to come back. “What… happened yesterday?”

Mom giggled a bit as she kept on staring deep into my eyes. “It seems like the little something I gave to you and your brother was a bit too much for my big boy…”

Her hand slipped towards my back and started to pull me towards her. I felt awkward, but it felt even stranger to resist mom, so I moved over to get closer to her. My knee touched the skin of mom’s warm thigh as I did. An electric current ran up from my knee to my groins, generating an uncomfortable heat there. I realized that I was getting an erection, lying here in my underwear next to my mother. Somehow, I felt like I was slowly sliding into a deep hole dug in the woods, slowly going faster, until I would reach a point where there would be no scrambling back up. Mom’s body warmth drew me in, and though I was careful not to touch her with my legs, I lay as close to her now as to have to actively lay back a bit so that I wouldn’t roll towards her because of the bulge of the mattress.

Mom’s hand now made circles over my back, and where it went it left a trail of titillation. I could discern her warm palm from the tips of her fingers, with which she ever gently massaged my skin. I could not neglect the slight pressure she put on her hand, urging me to come closer still. I resisted.

“You fell asleep, honey.” Mom said. “It was so… cute. I asked your father to sleep in your bed tonight. This way we could have some more time together. It would be unfair not to give you what I gave to your brother yesterday…”

“What did you give to Tom, Mom?” I mean, I had seen stuff, but I was out of it already back then. She couldn’t possibly have…

“I wanted your brother to feel what it is like to kiss a woman, again. And I gave him a hand job afterwards. We trained for him to last longer, when he would be with another girlfriend in the future. But your brother is such a strong man, already, honey.” Mom giggled a bit, as if she was telling me that Tom cheekily stole cookies from the jar. “He lasted quite long with me. We will practice how to please a woman with him.”

Mom had lowered her voice and was whispering. She looked at me through her long eye lashes, probing my response. Her gentle smile never left her face. Her wide lips parted a bit, a flim of spit glistened on her teeth. “Do you want to do that too, with mommy? Do you want to practice with me? Would you like that as a birthday present?”

Look, I can imagine that this might sound like the dream of some perverted teenage boy. But it was fear that I felt at this moment. My mom, who had always been nothing more than a mother to me, talked dirty to me. She had her face about twenty centimeters removed from mine. I could feel her warm breath brush past my cheeks. I had never been this close to a woman’s body as long as I could remember. But it was my own mother who was proposing this to me… I was scared and insecure about how to relate to her. On the one hand, my cock twitched at every move mom made, every sound she uttered. On the other hand, I realized that this was very, very wrong… That mom was probably having mental issues or something for proposing this to me. I just lay there frozen.

Mom shushed me as her right hand moved over my arm, towards my chest. It went lower and lower.

We were still lying under the blankets, so soon mom’s hand was hidden from sight. It stroked the upper part of my belly as my breathing became heavier. Mom kept staring into my eyes as she did, and it made feel so uneasy. Every sign of agreement would encourage her. I had never thought of doing this with mom. It made me feel like such a dweeb. I should be doing this to a girl my age. Why did I let mom take care of me? We hadn’t yet crossed the line, like my brother had… Mom’s hand brushed past my abs, or at least, past the contours of my six pack, only slightly discernible, shamefully… Toms depiction on me on the cake had been accurate.

“Wow, I can feel your muscles.” mom said and placed her hand flat on my stomach, her fingers facing downwards. It made my muscles cringe, in anticipation of how it’d feel if she lowered her hand further and her fingertips would find their way into my boxers. My dick was fully hard now, despite my moral qualms. Mom giggled and pouted her lips. “Does my strong boy know how to kiss a girl?”

I hadn’t kissed anyone before. That was the ugly, shameful truth. I didn’t know what to answer mom. Admitting that I hadn’t kissed any female lips, or male lips for that matter, felt awkward, but so did lying.

“Oooh, do I make my strong boy feel awkward?” mom asked as her intense gaze scanned my reaction. I was so tense that I found it impossible to answer. “Just relax and let mommy teach you how to kiss a girl, okay?”

Mom leaned towards me. Her movements made the duvet rustle, which I heard as it was so quiet in the room now. Mom pressed her leg against mine again. Her hand slid to my back, pulling me towards her. Her warm body was so close to mine. Her breasts were separated from my chest by inches, I could see her cleavage starting above the blankets. Then, she placed her face on my pillow, so close that I felt her breath on my lips, and all I saw were her big beautiful blue eyes, the subtle lines below them, the intensity of her irises, her loving expression.

“Okay, strong boy.” mom said. “I want you to first just let this come over you. Close your eyes and feel what mommy is doing.” Cursing myself for letting this happen, I obeyed. I shut my eyes. I was trembling out of excitement and anxiety. Mom’s hand slid upwards to my hair, and she placed it on the back of my head which comforted me. First mom’s nose touched the side of mine, which felt intimate and nice. As her face got closer and closer, her breasts were pressed against my chest: I felt the lace touching my skin.

Then all I could pay attention to was the sensation of her lips gently kissing mine. She first kissed me with her mouth closed, but I could feel the softness of her inner lips already. Mom let her mouth linger on mine before she moved her head back a bit and breathed out sensually, which tingled on my cheeks. Mom moaned very softly, but enough to drive me crazy. Her face came closer again and this time she planted her lips more firmly on mine. I felt mom’s tongue push against my lips and then softly caress my inner underlip. My heart skipped a beat as a rush of blood was sent through all of my body. I was so scared by the intensity of this sensation that I instinctively wanted to pull my face back, but mom had me in a firm grip, as if she had anticipated my struggle.

I felt the texture of mom’s tongue against my lips as she started to softly move it from left to right, before pushing it deeper into my mouth. Following her lead I opened it further, so her tongue could explore the surface of mine. I held my eyes closed firmly, as if this would make the shame of being kissed by my own mother less. Mom’s nose now pushed into my cheek as she tilted her head, I. felt her breathing speed up.

So this was how it felt to kiss…. It was so much much… wet. And soft. The shame of it being my mom that was kissing me was burning, but on the other hand I felt something come over me that I had never felt before. A complete, raging lust. I was surprised that a simple kiss could do this, but as mom slowly swirled her tongue around mine, the sensation made my dick nearly explode. I wanted to fuck. I had expected kissing to be all romance and sweetness, but mom had unleashed some wild force in me. And in a way, it felt nice to be so protected, so safe with my mother: she had seen me in all kinds of states, when I was ill, sad, angry, so why could she not see me horny? If there was one woman that would not judge me, that would not laugh at the faces I made when I lost control, it would be mom. Mom would teach me, with more love and patience than I’d ever receive from any other woman.

The safe feeling made me ease a bit as mom tenderly let the tip of her tongue trail the edge of mine, although I did not yet really kiss her back. As mom had commanded, I just let this come over me. I slid into the whirlpool of my lust and let it take me, the currents flowing wilder and wilder whenever mom’s tongue touched a sensitive part of my mouth. Her fingers now really grabbed my hair and her head was ever turning slightly, because she tried to find the right angle to kiss me from.

After a while mom broke off our kiss. She left my lips sparking with electricity, and her eyes smiled as she studied my response.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” mom asked. “Awh, honey, I could feel you getting all excited about mommy’s kiss. That is so sweet.” Mom was probably referring to my erection that was pushing hard against her thigh through my boxers. “Are you ready to try something else with me?” mom asked. “I can feel you are really nervous, but it’s just me, your mother. I love you, honey, there is no pressure here, okay?”

I nodded, reluctantly, as fear and lust raged inside of me. “Ok, mom.” I finally managed to say in a weak voice, as lust won over fear.

“Now I want you to kiss me, just like mommy just did with you. Can you do that for me, baby?”

“What about Dad?” I asked.

“Don’t worry, baby. I told him to not come in. He approves, don’t forget. Now, do you want to try to kiss mommy like a real big boy?”

Again, I nodded, and I tried to calm down a bit. However strange it was what we were doing here, this was just mom, and I knew she would not judge me if I did something wrong. Insecurely, I now placed my right hand in mom’s neck and then moved it upwards, into her curls of blonde hair. It felt nice to touch mom’s hair like this, and mom tried to show me that she enjoyed it to by closing her eyes and purring a bit. Her lips were opened slightly, and I focused on them. Due to my performance anxiety, and due to the fact that I was about to kiss my very own mom, I saw everything happening in slow motion. The shape of mom’s lips. The texture of her skin in the morning light. The gentle blush on her cheeks.

I leaned over and felt her firm breasts being pushed outwards as I pressed mom closer and closer to me. Her hips moved and pressed her groin towards me. My heart went as fast as if I had just run a marathon. I kept my eyes open as my nose now brushed against mom’s, and my lips got so close to hers. I was going to do it, I was going to kiss my mom. First, like mom had done, I just let our lips touch lightly, as if we were posing for a photograph. The smooth texture of mom’s lips felt nice against mine. Then I closed my lips for a first kiss, yet without using my tongue. Mom eagerly kissed me back, and our kisses made smacking sounds in the silent room. When I pulled back a bit, mom kept her lips apart, in anticipation of a French kiss. When I finally dared to stick my tongue out, blood was rushing through my body so fast that it almost made me faint. I, very carefully, pushed my lips against mom’s and then softly had the tip of my tongue touch the velvety inside of her upper lip.

Gently, I licked my mom’s lips. I felt the smooth surface of her teeth as I slid my tongue a little bit deeper. A battle was raging inside of me. On the one hand, I wanted to prove to mom that I was a man, that I could kiss her resolutely, that I knew what I wanted. On the other hand, I was so scared and wanted nothing more than just to be held and cuddled by mom, and to be told that I was a good boy. My tongue went past her teeth and I felt startled to suddenly touch her tongue, her wet, strong tongue. It responded immediately to my touch and its tip circled around mine. Meanwhile my lips were still just very lightly placed on mom’s, so that I was sticking out my tongue quite far. Mom broke off our kiss and I was afraid that I had done something wrong.

“You are being such a nice boy.” mom said, as if I was a toddler. “But you can kiss me a bit firmer, honey. Press your lips firmly against mommy’s, can you do that?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. Again I leaned into mom and pressed my lips more firmly against hers. Our chins touched as we kissed passionately. Although I wasn’t sure what I was doing, I followed mom’s lead. First, she let me explore her mouth, licking me towards the place she liked stroked by my tongue. Then, her tongue entered my mouth again and I responded intuitively to the way it gently twirled and teased me. Without me noticing explicitly, I had gotten really horny, and I heard myself moaning when mom placed her hand in my hair too. Mom’s breathing sped up as I grabbed her hair more tightly and pulled mom even closer. My dick had started to ooze precum, so that my boxers had gotten all slippery.

After ten minutes or so of kissing, mom broke our kiss off again. “Good boy.” she said. “Come sit up with me.” And she moved to the edge of the bed. As she did, I noticed her boobs swaying in her nightgown, as well as an exposed, beautiful upper leg. I got up from under the blankets, insecurely placing my hands in front of the wet bulge in my pants in a failed attempt to cover my excitement.

III. Hand job?

“Look at you.” mom said, as she lovingly placed her hand on my lower back. The feeling of her fingertips. An occasional touching of her palm on my skin. So… great. “You are so excited, aren’t you, honey? Did kissing mommy make your penis stiff?” She kissed me on my cheek, like a loving mother, which felt slightly degrading. Had she acted like this to Tom? But then again, it did take the edge off for me. If it was just mom, perhaps I shouldn’t be that ashamed. We were finding a way to deal with this strange, extreme situation. “There is nothing to be ashamed of. Take your hands away, honey.”

Reluctantly, I did, to reveal a huge tent, and multiple stains of precum in my gray underwear.

“Like mommy said, I will help you out, okay? Mommy is going to teach you a thing or to about the birds and the bees.” Her voice had gotten so smooth and soothing. As mom noticed that this seemed to ease me, she started to exaggerate her mothering tone. To my shame, this made me even hornier. Mom huddled in closer to me, so that our legs were now touching. I got see deep into her cleavage, to where her boobs parted as she was not wearing a bra. Her tits had a tantalizing complexion, her skin was still taut around these large globes, and I got see how they perked a bit at the side of her nipples. Being so close to mom and being so aroused made tremble with excitement.

“Why don’t you start by taking off your underpants?” mom asked as her hand kept lovingly stroking my back. I was to nervous to look mom in the eye now, so that it scared me a bit when she suddenly kissed my cheek after I hesitated for a moment. Her blond hair brushed my neck as she did. “Come on, sweet boy. Don’t be shy. Mommy has seen your penis before.”

Reluctantly I let my boxer shorts drop to my ankles, as my cock sprang free. It was all red and slimy due to the precum that I had leaked already. It didn’t look manly at all, and I felt so exposed under mom’s gaze that my heart started beating really fast. “Good boy.” mom whispered softly. Her hand started to massage my thighs, closer and closer to my cock. Every time she came in the proximity of my penis, I flinched out of anxiety. This was so intense. I could just not simply give into it, even if I tried. Mom noticed and slowed down her hand’s movements, approaching my manhood very, very carefully. But still, I almost folded double out of some nervous muscle spasm the moment mom touched my inner thigh, which made mom giggle softly.

“Oh, honey.” she whispered. “Are you so nervous for mommy? Are you nervous to have me touch your penis?”

I nodded.

“Sweetheart, don’t be nervous. We will take this real slow, okay? I keep forgetting that you do not have as much experience as Tom has.”

That stung. I thought it was a horrible idea that Tom had gone so far with mom, and though it was far from the appropriate emotion at this instance, I felt a bit jealous. Man up, I thought. I can do this.

When mom placed her hand on my knee, and started to have her fingers walk slowly up to my groins, I whimpered again and quickly closed my knees, which made mom’s hand lose touch with me. I simply could not avoid these reflexes, as much I wanted to give in.

Perhaps, I thought for a moment, this was my sanity kicking in, preventing me from doing this with mom. But we had already kissed. And I wanted this so badly. I took a deep breath in and out and looked mom in the eye. She stared at me with such loving concern, her eyes slightly squinted to see if I was alright. Her hair was slightly undone due to our wild kissing before, which made her look so cute too. When she saw that I was okay, a smile breached her concerned gaze.

“Honey, perhaps we are going too fast for now.” mom said. “Perhaps we can take half a step today, and the other half when you are ready?”

Nooooooo. Was I not going to get what mom had given to Tom? Was I too much of a wimp to deserve mom?

“Why don’t you show mommy how you play with yourself?” mom’s intonation went up, now that she had decided that she wasn’t going to touch me, it was as if I was even more of a little boy. Damn. My cock jumped when she acted like that. I noticed that mom saw this from the corner of her eyes, which encouraged her to continue speaking to me in such a belittling voice.

“Can my little boy please himself for mommy? Can you make a cummie for mommy?” she asked now, in a tone as if she was addressing a toddler. The humiliation. The shame. Was I going to do this? Was I going to let myself be aroused by mom like this? As a matter of fact, I was already doing it. My hand had slipped around my dick and had started to make small jerking movement. Fuck I was horny. I kept my eyes locked on mom’s legs, as I still felt ashamed to acknowledge that I lusted after her. But even just seeing those two wide legs clad in the shiny fabric of her nightgown made me really hot. Knowing that they belonged to mom. That this was where dad lay between when he fucked her. Seeing that mom had shaved her legs for us… Seeing these legs against the background of my parents’ room… Soon my dick was fully lubricated by my own precum and I was panting heavily. Mom had placed her hand on my back again and moved it up and down along my spine, as if she was encouraging me to come quickly.

She just kept whispering: “Good boy, there you go. You are such a good boy for mommy.”

Every time she said ‘mommy’ I almost exploded. My hand started pumping really quick, knowing that mom was looking at me made me hornier than I had ever been. The feeling of the soft nylon fabric of the blankets against my ass cheeks stimulated me even more – I was fucking sitting on my parents bed, where they mated… I was going to come for mommy, this was really happening… Then, with a girlish whimper, I unleashed my load. Strands of come came blasting out of my piss hole, all over my hands. First a huge load dropped on my arm, and a bit on the blankets. Then another explosion erupted from my cock, sending my semen in the air. It landed with an audible splash on my leg. All the while mom just kept on stroking my back.

When I had come, she rolled me over, so that I could lay with my head in her lap. We stayed like that for a while. Me, so close to mom’s warm thighs, completely engulfed in motherly love. And mom holding her naked son, who had just come under her watchful eye. I felt so much love for mom that moment. I felt completely accepted, lying there still stained with my own come. Mom did not seem to bother that a bit of it got on her nightgown. She just hummed as she went with her hands through my hair. This was perfect.

IV. Further Plans

Of course, the moment mom had got up to take a shower and leave with dad for groceries shame hit me like a brick. Or maybe more like a bulldozer crushing my dignity and my self-image. The thought that I had really given into this debauchery did not fit in any way into how I tended to perceive myself. Whereas first I had felt embarrassed over my shyness around mom, I now thought that this perhaps was the last bit of self-respect that I could rescue from under the wheel of this crushing regret. After I heard mom close the door downstairs, I quickly took a shower as to wash the shame away from me. But although it helped not to reek of my own semen anymore, of course the stain on my sexual history remained.

When I sat down at the kitchen table, feeling sorry for myself, I heard Tom stumble down the stairs. I wondered whether he would feel pleased about the fact that mom had drugged, kissed and seduced us. It would be nice to share in the trauma and to discuss with him what the hell had happened. But when Tom opened the door I looked straight into a big smile. My God, he looked like he had had the night of his life!

“Morning, bro!” he said, as he sat down next to me. “Any coffee left?” The empty can clunked as he put it back on the table. “I’ll make some new.”

My jaw dropped as Tom walked into the kitchen as if this was just another day in our lives. We had committed incest, for Christ’s sake!

“Tom…” I began. “The hell, bro? Do you not feel dirty for what happened yesterday with mom and all?”

Tom didn’t even turn around. “No, man. I mean… Mom clearly was into it, right? And damn a handjob felt great. I hope she will do this more often as long as quarantine lasts.”

What an absolute lack of shame…

Tom turned around. “Did you get to… You know…?” And he made an ‘o’ out of his index finger and thumb, and made jerking gestures in the air. I did not respond to this. It simply was too awful…

After that, we didn’t really talk about it anymore. Tom, with his happy-go-lucky attitude wasn’t suffering from pangs of consciousness, and I was, to be fair, also kind of glad that Tom made it feel so much lighter. If he didn’t care, if mom didn’t care, if dad didn’t care, well, then all I had to do was not to care – and this secret would never leak or hurt anybody.

Seeing mom come back home was definitely more awkward, but nothing in her behavior betrayed what had happened yesterday evening. Dad, likewise, retained his cool, although I was certain that mom and he must have spoken about it. Mom made an effort out of preparing an amazing lunch. I watched in silence from the couch as her hands gracefully unpacked the groceries from the shopping bag. She whistled a tune, and I observed her pouted lips, the lips that I had kissed only the night before. Worlds collided. My everyday world did not fit in with the strange world I had been in yesterday… How were we to behave towards mom? How could I see Tom and her in one room, knowing what she had done to him?

But old habits die hard and when the four of us were having lunch (couscous with feta and vegetables), it was perhaps even easier to imagine that nothing had happened, than to rhyme this familial sight with the strangeness of yesterday. Tom switched from absentmindedly eating huge quantities of couscous, to checking his phone for new messages. I tried to get conversation going with mom and dad, with dad absentmindedly reading the news paper. Which meant that, as tradition has it in our family, mom and I got to do most of the talking. Which went pretty good for how awkward I was feeling. Until she asked me how I had enjoyed my birthday, and unmistakably winked to me when she did. I muttered something while blushing and quickly started to clean the table.

All in all, it was bearable, but I knew that I would sink deeper when dad announced that he was going to a friend to watch a match on television and probably spend the night there too. The way dad spoke to us about his plans for the evening made it sound as if he was a bad actor performing an awful play. As if he read words from paper. He shuffled awkwardly from one foot on the other, just as he had done the night before. It was clear that he was just making up an excuse to leave us alone with mom, and her joyful eyes looking at dad as he told us made me realize that more of what we received yesterday was to follow.

When night came, Tom and I just went to our separate rooms, as mom had not hinted at all that she wanted us in her room again. I had been very careful not to drink anything prepared by mom, out of our sight, although Tom had seemed less careful and just gulped down whatever mom purposely put in front of him. But neither he nor I were drugged tonight, which was something that I wouldn’t ever think to be actively grateful for. However, at eleven o’clock, my cell phone buzzed on the table in my dark room, its blue light luminously illuminating the posters on my walls. It was a message of mom, saying: “Plz come to me.”

Of course, at first I had resisted the temptation. Some reason was still left in my. I had put the phone away in one of my drawers, and I tried to focus on how it made me cringe when mom tried to use abbreviations in her text messages as if she was a fifteen year old girl. But whereas my head was still confused about what I thought of last night, my cock was soon throbbing and it formed a bulge under my blankets. No matter how hard I tried to stare at the poster of The Offspring that hung above my bed, I could not get my lust to go away. What would mom be wearing? I turned on my side, trying to meditate and count my breaths, but my breathing was already faster under my excitement.

Before I knew it I was walking towards my parents’ bedroom, only to see Tom sneak in before me. When I entered too, I realized that mom had again put a lot of effort into creating a gentle atmosphere. Candles were lit, but the new age music was exchanged for some soft jazz that I did not know. A saxophone gently wailed as mom greeted us in a soft voice. Over Tom’s bare shoulder (he was not wearing any shirt) I could see mom sitting on the edge of her bed, beckoning us to come closer by petting the free spots to her sides. Confidently, Tom strode towards her, sat down and immediately placed an arm around mom’s shoulders. All he wore were his boxer shorts, so that his muscled body was exposed to mom, who seemed to take it in in delight. I, meanwhile, was wearing an old band shirt and the pajama trousers that mom had bought for me when I had turned fourteen. I did not feel really sexy at all, and I realized that I should have been better prepared if we were to do this.

Mom, on the other hand, was dressed in a red satin night gown, that had a cute ribbon right between her breasts. Her boobs hung in a lace part of the gown, where a flowery pattern hid her aureola’s from sight, yet even more cleavage was visible than yesterday. Mom had split her legs apart slightly, so that the fabric of the gown fell between her strong legs, which seemed to be the only thing between us and her pussy. Again, she had put her hair up, and she wore red lip stick that matched her gown. The room smelled of her perfume, which always reminded me of fresh apples. Her naked feet were placed on the carpet, and I could see that she had put on red nail polish too. Mom had thought of everything.

I almost felt offended at how quick Tom had sat down next to her. Maintain some decency, man! We should have approached mom as if her body was a holy shrine, which sure was how I felt about her. Nervous tinglings filled my stomach, as I walked closer to her too, to sit down next to her. My upper leg touched hers, and I really hoped that this time I could do more than simply masturbate myself. I wanted to make mom proud of me, to prove that I was more than clueless wimp.

When I did sit down next to her, the evening started like last time. Mom raised her soft hands to massage the back of her heads. “Close your eyes for a second, boys.” she commanded. “Relax. We will do nothing that you do not want, okay? But today we will practice some more. I have some nice ideas for both of you.” I heard Tom moan softly, probably in anticipation of a continuation of the feeling that he had yesterday when mom had jerked him off. I thought it was shameless, but I did not dare to speak up.

“Tom.” mom continued after a while, when we were all getting relaxed due to her massage and the soft music playing. “I want you to feel my leg. Place you hand on my knee and slowly move upwards. Not too far, though. You will get to feel mommy’s pussy another time, okay?” She dropped her head on his shoulder, as if she was his girlfriend. I heard that she gave soft kisses to him as Tom nodded, and started to move his arm. I saw how Tom lifted mom’s red gown a bit, to expose her knee. Then he placed his broad hand on her, and started to move it. It disappeared under the satin fabric, but a bulge appeared where it continued its journey upwards, slowly, upwards. Tom was now feeling mom’s inner thighs, and I could only imagine what a joy it must be to feel her soft flesh there.

Meanwhile, mom had not stopped caressing my head, and she dropped her hand to trail along my spine, over the shirt I was wearing. She softly purred as Tom moved his hand back towards her knee, and back up again. “How does that feel, Tom?” mom wanted to know. “Do you like how I feel there?”

Tom swallowed audibly. Mom was between us, so I could not see his facial expression, but I could guess what it looked like… A mix between excitement and nerves, just as he had when we went bungee jumping with our family one time. When Tom grew so excited, his upper lip would twitch, as if he could not hold all his energy inside of him and just wanted to scream. Mom kissed his neck, up and up, to his jaw and his face. While her hand rested just above my buttocks, I waited as Tom and mom made soft, soggy sounds with their mouths exploring each other.

This was a moment in which I came to myself a bit. What were we doing? Why had I gone here again without further protest? Mom was giving herself fully to kissing Tom, who had placed his free hand on the back of her head, drawing her closer to him. This undid several strands of hair from mom’s knot, which fell disorganized over her shoulders. Her gown, like the one she had worn yesterday, left her shoulders exposed again. Her beautiful skin looked invitingly, with its attractive, cute freckles. My doubt started to melt. I wanted to touch mom. I placed my hand on her back, which felt really warm and cozy, and I started to massage her with my fingertips. I could feel her muscles under her skin flexing and relaxing as she moved towards and from Tom in their passionate kiss.

When Tom moved his hand too far up mom’s leg, pushing almost as far up as to expose mom’s panties, she stopped kissing him. “Not too fast, honey.” she said, after she had swallowed, I could hear that she needed to catch her breath, as the kissing had got her excited. “Remember, mommy’s pussy is for another time.” Tom just nodded, but again I could imagine the look on his face. Disappointment, mixed with excitement and hope. Still his twitching upperlip, as he hoped to unleash all the energy building up inside of him. Mom brushed the gown back down again.

“Can I touch your knee?” I asked in a small voice, hoping I had deserved something special, because I had been massaging her back. Mom laughed a bit, when she turned towards me. Her blue eyes scanned my face, as if to see if I was in earnest.

“Oh, honey. Not yet. Let us take the first step before we move on, okay?” I felt an idiot for even asking her. It was humiliating to try this in front of Tom, who did not even know up until now that I hadn’t had a hand job yet. Luckily, he was not the kind of brother who would tease me with this

“You didn’t give him a hand job?” Tom asked in disbelief. “Why not?”

“Why don’t you tell your brother?” Mom asked me, as she placed a hand on my arm and rubbed me as a gesture to comfort me. I noticed now that she had also put red polish on her fingers.

“Tom, it is kind of embarrassing, but it was too intense for me yesterday. I guess… I need to do this in steps.” I felt really horrible. Against my intentions, I looked at mom for approval. Had I done this well, mommy? As if she guessed my thoughts, mom smiled full of love to me and squinted her eyes as to say that I had done well.

I was half expecting Tom to burst out in laughter. But he remained silent for a bit, before he suggested: “Mom, I think you should try to give him a hand job first. Before we go on with anything else. I’d hate it to have you all for me and not sharing how great of a feeling that is…”

Mom kept staring at me intensely, which made me really shy. Her eyes flashed up and down, as if to capture all the tiniest of my facial expressions, probing whether I would like this or not.

“Do you want mommy to try again, honey?” She asked me. “There is nothing wrong if it is still too hard for you, okay?”

I was thankful for Tom’s suggestion, in a strange way. I had felt excluded by their kissing, if I was completely honest. And I appreciated Tom’s effort to get me involved again. Although… A day ago this would have been an utterly crazy thing to say about sexual interactions with our mother… But still, I said yes, and mom nodded in delight.

“Okay, we will try again. Very slowly, okay. Let me take care of you.”

As her gaze lowered towards my groins, I could see in her eyes that she remembered that yesterday it had helped to talk very motherly to me. She had not done this to Tom, and she clearly needed to switch roles in her head.

“I will first take off your trousers…” Her intonation went down at the end of the sentence, as if she was speaking to a five year old. Again, to my shame, I felt blood rush to my cock, which got hard in matter of seconds. Mom must have seen it rising and forming a bulge in my pants.

Mom’s hands moved to the elastic of my pajama trousers. She wrapped her fingers under it and tugged. I moved my ass up in response, so she could pull it down further.

“Oh, look at this. I still remember I bought these pajamas for you, big boy. You look like such a tough little man in them.”

She pulled them down further, I felt their soft fabric brush past the hairs on my legs. Mom helped me all the way, even pulling them over my socks and my feet. Then, she pulled off my socks, one by one, as she bent over to reach that far. I felt her left boob press against my leg, soft, yet firm. It bulged outward a bit, so that I caught sight of its side that was pushed out of her gown.

“So, there we are.” Mom said, her intonation rising again, as if I had been a good boy.

When I looked at Tom, I could see that he looked puzzled at me. Why was mom behaving as if I was an idiot? Or a small child? I quickly looked away, as I felt judged by his gaze. He would not be wrong for doing so, but I couldn’t stand it at this moment.

“Okay.” Mom said. “There we go sweetheart, just try to relax.”

She placed her warm hand on my knee, her fingers extending to its side and gently squeezing me to calm me down. Then I felt how the palm of her hand move up, against the direction in which my hairs grew on my legs, which tickled a lot. About halfway up my upper leg, I couldn’t help it anymore. My legs shut themselves against, as if to protect my groins from the hand that I wanted to touch my penis most.

“i believe it is still a bit too much…” Mom said in a reassuring tone, while she looked at me full of love and concern. “Honey, we will just take it slow, okay? Perhaps we can try once more after I have taught Tom something new?”

When she saw the sadness and shame in my eyes, she brushed gently through my hair with the hand that had just been placed on my knee.

“O, don’t be sad, honey. Mommy will teach you. Mommy will not give up. Why don’t you play with yourself, as you watch how I teach Tom something new?”

No way I was going to do that! To bear the shame that I was too tense to let mom touch me was too much. Especially if that meant looking at how my brother was being pleased by mom, looking at how much more of a man he was than me.

“Tom, wouldn’t mind, would you, Tom?” Mom’s tone changed immediately as she addressed him. It was clear that she treated him much more as an equal.

“I don’t care, bro.” Tom replied. I could tell by his tone that he really meant to cheer me up. But I am not sure whether he realized how horrible I felt about myself at that moment and how little of a comfort it would be to see him and mom together.

“Can I at least have a kiss?” I asked mom. Immediately I felt super guilty. Was I playing her game so easily? Did I give into my lust for her just like this? Was I already begging for everything I could get?

Mom just placed a finger on my lips, which already felt immensely sensual in the state I was in. “Later, honey. I will give you a lot of kisses. I will kiss you all over your pretty face, darling. But first, I want to teach Tom something new, okay. Will you watch us, sweetheart?”