A: AimI decided to put the seed of lust in her mind. One day when my dad wasn’t around I decided to ask her about sex for the first time. She was ta...en aback as was expected. But then I pressed. Slowly she yielded in owing solely to my contribution to my sexual education. And even then she refrained from calling pussy a pussy. She called it vagina. Vagina? Eeww. That totally puts off the concept of eroticizing it. But nonetheless she talked. About sex. To her son. THAT made the difference.In. Iris folded her arms on her desk and put her head down on them with a little groan.Dear God, what had possessed her to go on like that?His closed door told her in no uncertain terms what he had thought of her chattering. He was probably regretting letting her have the afternoon off now – or even worse was reconsidering her employment with him!James had wanted to get behind her guard, had wanted to develop something a little friendlier – to get to know her a little better, but that one glimpse. Early in the morning on my third day there, I heard a vehicle come up the long drive. I didn’t bother to get up to see who it was because in all previous cases it was a friend of grandma’s who was bringing something to share. I heard a male voice and then she called for me to join her. Reluctantly I went to the side door. The vehicle was a newer Ford F150 pickup and the driver was a boy whom I figured was no older than I. Grandma introduced me to Colt and said he had brought her a “mess” of. I nodded no to him, and he just laughed. "Me neither," he said. "Oh really!" I said smiling I then took my hand and grabbed his dick with my whole hand. Wow! It was big. I started moving it around a bit and I found myself playing with it. I could feel like he was getting hornier by the second. He just stared at what my hand was doing, and didn't flinch an eye to do something about it. Out of curiosity, I placed my hand inside his shorts, and I felt skin on my hand. I stared to get horny.