A week or so later, as I was leaving the shower room, again the last to get out of the pool, Coach Bill came up beside me and as we walked down the ha...l to the dressing room, he put his arm around my shoulder and asked me whether I ever masturbated. I said that I had played with my penis a few times, but had never actually "jacked off" as I understood "masturbate" to mean. He said that masturbation wasn't really bad for you--even though I had been taught that "naughty thoughts" were. "She kissed me again, and then said, "Yes, my darling boy. When you were, say, 16 years old or older, if you had really come after me--yes--oh, yes, I think I would have let you fuck me." Oh, God, Mom! That's great! Thanks for telling me. But we've got a lot of lost time to make up for!"I pushed her gently off my lap and held her as I stood up. Then I lowered her onto the sofa, pulling up her skirt as I did so. "Wait a minute, honey," she said, struggling to sit up. "Let me get this off." And. " I pushed his head back to my dripping pussy. I was surprised; this masculine macho man had no idea how to eat pussy properly. I guess his big sister would have to teach him what to do. What are big sisters for? He tried to resist a little bit. He was pissed and I could tell but I didn't care. I pushed his face between my thighs and started making demands. "Now you can't go straight for my clit. Lick my lips softly. Tease me, make me want your tongue on my clit so bad that I beg." He followed. She relaxed and put her arms around me and gave her lips to me to taste. We kissed for five minutes and then sank back into the bed, breathing heavily. I was thrilled. I started rubbing her cheeks first and kissed her eyes and nose and came to lips and kissed her upper lip and lower lips and my tongue was out to brush her teeth. I kissed on every part of the face of that angel and by this kissing she was so wet! I again hugged her and kissed her passionately on her lips. When our lips parted, I.