...I DID PAUSE TOKE A DEEP BREATH AND TOLD HIM EVERYTHING.SMILING TRYING TO KEEP HIS LAUGHTER IN SON YOUR HITTING PUBERTY YOU ARE INTERING MANHOOD.......ONFUSE LOOK ON MY FACE I REPLIED WHAT? PUBERTY MY BOY HE SMILED AND HAD RHE TALK WITH ME.......AFTER THE BIRDS AND THE BEES TALK I COULDN'T HELP TO ASK THAT MASTURBATE QUESTION WITH A SURPRISE LOOK MY DAD SMILED AND EXPLAINED TO ME SCRATCHING THE BASICS.YOU GOT IT SON HE ASKEDSORT OF I REPLIED RUNNING TO THE BATHROOM TO EXPLORE MY NEW FOUND. Her mother was with us since I was a child and since she was aging, she asked Meena to come with her and start learning the work. She was a thin girls and about two years smaller then me. I did not feel any dirty thing about her, as she was very simple. One day her mother died and my mother asked Meena to leave her house and stay with us. We have a guest room where she was staying and she use to use my bathroom, which was common between my room and guest room. Things were normal as ever and one. I tried to grope her abdomen and then tried to touch her breast. But I got an erection, and she probably felt that. So she put my hand away and pushed me away from her, and told me to sleep peacefully. I was embarrassed by this act and tried to get away from that.The next day after breakfast, when she was washing utensils, I grasped her from behind in a lovely manner. I told her it was a very good breakfast. Meanwhile, I tried to grope her buttocks, and she got really upset. She asked me what. Not.A. Word. I could tell it was killing him, but I couldn't even form wordsabout how I felt during the days that followed. I wasn't sure I evencared if it hurt him or not, which only added to my emotional confusion.I had so many thoughts running through my head. I know I willinglystarted down that road with him. Hell, I was even the one that startedthings off by blowing him. He didn't even ask, or did he...no, not outloud, at least, but was he still asking me to do it somehow? WHY do I doit?.