. and what to do while he kisses you... the way I've explained to you."Julie said smiling, "Yes..." Then she told her son, "Lie on mommy and kiss... b...t make sure you keep yourself inside..." Yes, I will, mom."His cock throbbing, Dan leaned over eagerly and kissed his mother on the mouth. The kiss was lusty. The previous kissing sessions had taught him how to kiss and suck.Brad said, "Julie don't let him just kiss you... tell him what to do... you have to teach him... he's only 14, you. The gas just helped make it easier for you to do what you wanted to do." No," Gretchen denied, filled with doubt. "It, I... the gas did it." Now that's just silly, Gretchen," Mr. Warren insisted. "You're smarter than that. You're your own person, strong willed, maybe even a little headstrong. No one could make you do anything. You wanted to do it. All of it. Just look how happy you are up there.How proud of yourself. You remember how good it felt, don't you? Having everyone look at you? There. As soon as the boy was moved, I rejoined Phobos and we dashed to meet Martha to race to the ER to make sure the boy had the care he needed. At this point, I am not sure why we took such an interest in the boy, but, somehow, we felt responsible for him. Anyway, we got in to see him by claiming to be cousins visiting from Upstate New York. Martha had that determined look, so everybody knew that she was not to be denied.Actually, all we knew of the boy at this point was his name, Jeremiah Houston.. I must have moved or something, because her breathing changed and she turned in my arms. It was no longer dark; several of the 'sculptures' were glowing, giving enough light to make out her face next to mine. Her eyes, dark in the gloom, were on me."Again?" she asked.I didn't say anything, just dipped my head lower to suck on a proud nipple, which made her exhale hard, with a noise like 'Gahhh... ', which I took to express pleasure. I liked what I was doing, too (duh... ) so I played with the.