It was normal; no girlfriend but a lot of young male friends…normal. None of his friends identified as gay but they were all as cute or cuter than h... was. We spent some evenings together, they were quiet, I had work to do, he watched TV most of the time or played games on his phone.There were some things he had to learn to do on the PC for record keeping and a few other little tasks; I made a habit of ‘accidentally’ having a picture up or stopping a video so that he could do this. There was one. Realising that it might take a while, age and dryness playing a big part, I opened the bottom drawer of my bedside cupboard and searched until finding the one piece of equipment I desperately needed. Now ready I soon located the small jar of lubricant and got onto the bed. As if doing it for George I smeared the gel onto the vibrator and cautiously spread my thighs wanting to start pushing it into my vagina. I’m not sure how long it took but eventually it just seemed to slip in and out with no. “To help me grow, my love…” Your moan was hot, sexy…you weren’t hurt, but you felt the ache in your breast turn to pleasure as you took it inside you. “To help me experience my…fantasies.” You arched your back, pressing your breast into my hand, like you were asking for more pressure, perhaps even a little pain. “To be your slut, Steven…” You turned your face and kissed me hard, your tongue moving feverishly in my mouth. “To be your slave, Master...” I still wonder if your increased volume was. Go ahead and please mamma” Pointing to her clit, she explained that it was only for pleasure, one of the three ways women can orgasm. Then she briefed him on vaginal orgasm and the infamous G-spot, which, lucky for David, she had. David went in with his fingers, one at first, to Heather’s loose, mature outer lips. He touched the clit and it convulsed. He slowly massaged it, thinking “wow, I can’t believe this”. After a few minutes of clitoral stimulation, David took his forefinger and middle.