" Mum and dad contemplate and mum shrugs her shoulders, "I did it as a youth...you were in the marines...what harm is there." Mum and dad both agree.K...le turns to my dad and starts to shake his hand, "I'm Kyle and this is my bezzie mate Liam. Locals like from the city" As he makes formalities with my dad mum starts to strip off. Mum glances up to see that neither lad is interested in her getting their kit off. She at least expected one of them to perv. Neither do as they ask where we are from. Mom was sitting at the kitchen table when I entered. She looked up as she heard the screen door open. ‘Hey Honey, what’ve you been up to?’ Grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator I moved to stand in the cool breeze by the door. ‘I was just checking over my bike ready for tomorrow.’ Mom nodded knowingly. She knew about preparation. ‘I need to build up my training for the Iron Mountain.’ He paused. ‘If you don’t have any work on next Saturday you could borrow my spare bike and come. “Really, you’re not grossed out? You’re not thinking to yourself ‘why is my mom doing this, I want her to stop’?”“No. I mean, I was embarrassed when you first walked in, cuz I don’t want ANYONE to catch me playing with myself, let alone you or dad! But you made me feel better. And I would’ve never have been able to simply ASK a girl anything about sex, cuz I’d look stupid or inexperienced, but you had just walked in on me naked, and you asked if I had any questions, so I figured ‘why. She pressed play and out came the words of some faint voiced singer playing acoustic guitar. Sensual music with a theme of love. Sam started to pull her shirt up. High enough to reveal her stomach. Tight enough to stay put without aid. The music had changed songs, now a jazz combo was playing. Sam Cooke something or other. Her hands played over her stomach, tracing patterns where none had previously been seen. Goose bumps arose, and hands moved to quiet this stirring of the flesh. Lower and.