So I took a deep breath, turned to look at my face in the mirror across the room as though I was looking for Amanda to tell me this was okay to share....But she wasn’t there. Instead I found the goddess in me and launched into one of the most private confessions of my life.“I guess I’ll start with the girl-on-girl ‘thing’ as you put it.”“It actually started with the girl-on-girl thing. Amanda and I became friends back when we were in high school. Hindsight really changes this story, but I think. But her moans of pleasure, while not as loud as they were at TJ’s apartment, were enough to wake Curt.“Beautiful,” Curt thought, mouth hanging open, watching his mother in her Cleopatra costume, minus the skirt, thong pulled to the side, ride TJ’s glorious black dick. With the black wig and accessories, she looked just like an erotic, Egyptian, sexual goddess.Curt couldn’t stand it any longer. He rushed back to his room and jacked off, pumping his cock for several seconds until it erupted all. ” I tried to see if this was just one time or I was going to get lucky again. “I do not mind. Now, that we have done it anyway, I would like to do it again too.” She said with a grin. I hugged her and planted a kiss on her cheeks. She kissed me back. “Teach me all you know about sex. All poses or whatever.” I told her. “I also do not know that many poses but I am ready to try whatever we can. Your mama likes to fuck in a very few positions. But I am all adventurous.” She declared. I was so. "Why did you wander off like that?"The girl immediately burst into tears. "Oh mommy, oh daddy, I'm so sorry.I'll never, ever, never do that again, I promise." She had never laideyes on these people until this moment yet she knew they were now herparents.On the ride home, and in her bedroom (a little girl's paradise, full ofstuffed animals, dolls, pink wallpaper, sheets and bedspread), Cherylfound her mind overwhelmed with questions. Who was that strange old man?How had he known of the longing.