Take the bowl and drink it down.’At first I felt nausea. She saw it. ‘Transgression,’ she reminded me.‘ I don’t know if I can keep it do...n,’ I said. €˜We don’t know,’ she said. €˜But you can see the point?’ Clarity. That moment. It didn’t matter if I could keep it down. Let my stomach revolt under the transgression. So much the better! The queasy churning now took on a different quality. It was a weird exaltation in being sickened in transgression.She had become my teacher in willful. It was a Sunday afternoon, the one day mom and I had time to relax during the week. We lay in Mom’s bed fondling each other. I had my hand between her legs, caressing her as she played with my cock. “Ray, do you think you could do it with me. You know, do what we said we should never do?”“Mom, are you saying we can fu...?”Mom put a finger to my lips, “Shush. Never say that to a woman you want to have sex with, “Always say ‘I want to make love to you.’ Let that be a lesson to you.“I do, Mom. I. I was no longer sweating like I was in the rear of the trailer. I was now shivering from my swim and the cool air blowing across my body as I started my ride back to the house. It was twilight which in itself allowed some concealment. Traffic was light but even in our community a horse and rider attracts attention under normal conditions. I felt like all eyes were on me. I'm sure most neighbors had seen me naked before as I always enjoy lots of nudity around the farm but this was different. I. She abruptly denied, but later she nodded with a smile when I told her that it would be the final round. I locked my lips with those of hers and started kissing passionately. My hands started to roam towards her vaginal area almost robotically. I could feel the coarseness of her brown pubic hair as I slowly weaved a finger around and around, tangling it in a unpleasant fashion. She hefted up her hips in lust. I circled her clit, slowly, enjoying the minute shocks that the organ was sending to.