I stared back bewildered, my prick not yet soft, still crammed somewhere inside her."My precious!" she said to me. "My darling! I've wanted to tell ...ou for so long now. And now I've told you. I'm so relieved! I've worried it might come between us, but now I feel so relieved!" What?" I said. I was dazed. Addled. What questions could I ask? What did I want to know? What not know? "For how long? Tell me again, Cynthia!"Now she spoke more slowly, patiently, her hands stroking my chest,. She was twenty-four and she had a good figure, plump breasts that refused to be flattened by the current fashion, a round bottom and long shapely legs that now looked lovely in the sheer stockings she wore. When the slip came off the Caldwells had a surprise: she wore nothing under it except a black French waist- cincher with a lace half-bra built into the top. That and the stockings. Her bottom and belly were completely bare, the tuft of auburn hair on her mound exposed in all its glory.Now. " I wiggled my finger towards me, instructing her. She willingly walked back over to me."Sit down." She did."Time for me to teach you your first lesson, lean over across me."She looked surprised at the command yet obediantly she did just as she was told and leaned over across my lap, her elbows resting on the cushion beside me and her belly was pressing on my crotch, pressing down on my cock underneath my jeans, I could feel that senstaion alone was causing me to start getting hard but I had to. ..well that was the first porno I'd ever seen followed by the "Taboo: American Style" series, so I suppose thats what made me not feel awkward about the thoughts I was having about my own mom therefore I didn't feel that it was wrong that I wanted to fuck my mom... having said that, I wasn't exactly open about it either.The next year was more of the same, listening to them fuck while I jerk off, getting horny checking out my mom etc. Then we moved to another apartment building that was slightly.