My hand moved slowly from my thigh to my pubic mound. The feel of my fine, sparse hair there was so different from that on my head. I brushed a finger...ip across my clitoris, boosting my desire.My gaze settled on my image in the mirror, and I made my decision. I closed my eyes once more, and let my fingertips rub rhythmically against my clit, sending ripples of pleasure through me. My arousal made me weak in the knees, so I laid back on the bed. I palmed my right breast with my left hand, while. I got dressed and went to my moms room. I could hear her crying. I opened the door andwalked in. She was sitting on the floor up against her bed. I walked over to my mom"Mom, what the fuck where you thinking?"She just shrugged her shoulders and sobbed.I felt really embarrassed for her so I calmed down and just asked her for my lube."Um... Listen mom, I'm really sorry but I'm willing to forget this if you give me back my lube."She looked up at my confused. I pointed down to her pussy and she. I nearly came again at the sight.“What do you mean, not like Becky said,” I asked her, had she and her best friend been talking about the taste of guys cum?”“Oh come on John, I’m not totally innocent, well I am, but Becky isn’t, and she’s done lots of things and told me about them, she said Ian at school had done what you’ve done and she said it tasted slimy, not like yours is.”“Chrissy, you can’t tell Becky what we have done, if it had been with another boy that would be ok you could have told. This story is no exception, because when I find myself remembering this time in my life, and my thoughts slip back to when it all happened, I find myself wishing I could somehow go back and relive it.It all took place when I was in high school, and like everyone, I was trying to find myself. However, I soon ended up skipping classes to hang out with my friends at a local game room that was by the school. I was enjoying not going to class and because I was spending so much time at the game room,.