” Mom took her hand away, “Go ahead and touch me if you want. I have touched you, so I don’t see why you can’t touch me. Do you want to mastur...ate me? Do you want to learn how to do it properly for a woman?”“Yes, Mom. I do.” I slid my hand lower and cupped my mother’s pussy.Mom started to gently push against my hand as she whispered in my ear, “Did you know some men like to kiss a woman down there.”I took that as a thinly veiled hint of where my mother wanted to take our relationship, “I know,. Oh Rachel, I… she said. Im sorry, Im so embarrassed! I shouldnt have, but… No, said Rachel, and she offered Veronica a trembling hand. Veronica took it, pulling herself up, and Rachel seized her chance. With Veronicas fingers still in her grasp, she pulled her long awaited lover into her arms and slid her tongue into Veronicas sweet lips. It was as though a bomb had exploded in both girls. Veronica tried hard to pull away, pushing weakly at Rachel, but Rachel could feel that the sexy blond. Now I was sheltered, yes, but I was also curious. Very curious. I wanted to know about sex, about boys, about their dicks and their balls. Balls, especially, they just seemed so odd to me. I wanted to hold them and feel what they were like. And I wanted to see a boy's dick get hard, actually grow in length and width. It all seemed so odd and unusual.I hated how I was brought up.Then, this past summer, I was home from school when some friends of my parents came to visit along with their two. " What?" I grinned at her."What?" She grinned back."Nothing," I sighed, twisting my body in the mirror so I could see a half-dozen band-aids on my back."You have to write her a poem too." Says who?" I do." Tiffany giggled. "A love poem to express your deep regret and endless devotion." Uhhh ... That might be cool," I said slowly. "Do you know any good poems?" I know a lot of good poems, but none of them are yours." So?" I shrugged."I'll help you." It's gotta be a good one though," I said. "Not.