Dad had died of a heart attack some years ago.Finally I got up my nerve again and walked in on my mother in the shower."Hi Mom," I said nonchalantly. ...he sighed."What happened to privacy in the bathroom?" she asked.I said "Mom, I don't know anything about sex. You know that. Teach me about sex so I don't look like a loser if I go to college." She homeschooled my sister and I.I was in only my boxers, this being late, and me having been ready to otherwise go to sleep. She looked taken aback, and. He took my dick into his hand and moved up and down slowly. I copied his movement and felt his dick get stiffer. Tim took his hand and spat on it, I did the same and stroked him again. His hand felt good as he stroked me, I asked if I was doing it right. Tim said you're a natural. Happy hearing it I spat on my hand again and continued stroking him. Tim asked if I tasted cum before, I said Bill let me taste mine. He squeezed my balls and asked if he can taste mine too, sure I said. Tim said to. But some of them barely looked 14. I supposed looking youthful was a feature but I didn't want people thinking she was my younger sister. I walked up the line, skipping past all the ones who looked too young. They were all staring downcast submissively, but he couldn't see any actual submission there, just hope. These girls didn't want a relationship or a dominant. they wanted money and status to live as a gossipy housewife. The last thing he wanted was a gossipy housewife. He reached the end. HtmlThe story continues:-After my mum left my room, I just lay on my bed for a moment, my fingers drawn back to my soaking wet slit where they seemed to be spending so much of their time recently."God," I thought to myself as I rubbed away at my swollen clit. "What is happening to me?" First of all I had been having dreams and then fantasies about my father's thick cock, imagining it fucking me, thinking of what it would taste like in my mouth, wondering if he wanted to fuck his sexy little.