What was I thinking? Those wonderful feelings came rushing back into me. The butterflies I hadn't felt in almost nine months rushed between my legs. J...lene must have sensed it.“You assumed wrong, let's go inside baby doll, I've missed you.”I smiled, nodding my approval. “I'm sorry I jumped to that conclusion, Jolene. I missed you so much. I should have called. I should have known better.”She placed her hand in mine, the other caressed my cheek. Her eyes told me everything would be alright. My. .. don’t call it this way. Mom and dad could possibly hear us!”‭“But that’s how it is called... Masturbation. But if you feel better with ‘pumping the pussy’, ‘fingering’, ‘jill off’ or ‘beating the bean’ I will call it that way.”, I smiled.She once again turned bright red:‭ “Stop it, please! Call it ‘masturbate’ but please don’t use the others again, O.K.?”‭“As you wish, my little prudish sis. By the way when did you start to ‘masturbate’?”‭“I think I started with it when I was 12. My friends. When we got back to my house, I went to my room and dug the pictures out and gave them to her. She looked at them for a minute and then handed them back to me. She told me she had a nice body but didn’t like the heavy tan lines too much. I asked her if she wanted me to throw them away and she said no, you can keep them if you want to. On the drive back to her house, she asked me if I had ever jacked off while looking at those pictures. I told her I had but since I had some nude pictures of her. Absolutely!... ruin me… yeah! Please! Uh!...” “mom! I want to hear you say – fuck.” “fuck! oh dear! Fuck me, uh! Uh! Uh!... fuck and make your mom happy.” she laughed to signify that she was enjoying the tryst. After everything was over she complimented “ you fuck better than your dad.”“mom! am I a bastard?” “oh!” “hm?” Mom was mum. “tell me mom.” “you are. I received you from outside our marriage.” “who’s that?” “you met him at the time you were born. You don’t remember now. He lives abroad at.