All of those snippy little minds would dig at it until they had an answer that they liked, whether it was true or not.I'd learned, we'd all learned, t... wear a sanitary pad (and maybe even a tampon) before attending Claiborne for the day. That stood me in good stead. I breezed into Diversity class with my nips still trying to poke holes in the front of my shirt. But since it was a cold day outside—that Portland specialty: cold rain—I wasn't the only one with that problem.The teacher ranted for. "There is something you need to know." She bit her lower lip. "Just listen and don't judge until we are through today, OK honey?" She stepped away from me and began to disrobe. The ache inside me started again."The women of our family aren't human." She unhooked her bra and her d-cup breasts didn't have any sag at all, there were as high and perky as a sixteen year olds. "We are descended from satyrs of Greek myth. We need human men to get us pregnant, but we are a different breed." She removed. .........................................Mom and I had been so caught up in satisfying our lustful urges that, while we knew things would change when Bec arrived home, we hadn’t discussed this or come up with a plan that would allow us to continue fucking once Bec returned from camp. The one thing I knew was that I didn’t want our games to stop!Bec was literally rooted to the spot, but she hadn’t screamed or started shouting so I knew I had to try and take control of the situation. I leant down. She smelled of alternatively perfume and a strong body aroma, the aroma of sex and arousal. I wanted nothing more than to pleasure her as she had pleasured me. I stuck my tongue out and lifted my head up and slipped my tongue between her lips and licked up towards the top."Oh My God mom. Jesus, don't stop doing that! Oh mom, keep licking me right THERE! Oh fuck ... that's so good!"Her hips wiggled around and then mashed down onto my face and I kept licking her pussy. I didn't know that she was.