I turned the page and there before me, was black and white photos of girls and boys naked. They were lined up from young to older and it explained the...physical changes that each had gone through during puberty. To my horror, I realized that I looked more like a 13 year old than an 18 year old though. My penis was tiny and my scrotum was still small and looked like a small water balloon, and my pubic hair was still barely visible. My chest still resembled that of a little boy with no muscles,. I wondered and lately thought he must be in bathroom for a nature's "long call." I remained in the bed for a few more minutes and then i got up and and went downstairs and when I was passing through the corridor i saw that the light in my parents bedroom was being lit and the corridor was having some light as it was coming beneath the bedroom door of my parents. I could hear some human voices and as per voices I judged that my parents were doing some "personal business." I went downstairs and. “Err… hmm…” I shook my head. “I don't really want to say anything.”“Okay, hun, I get it.” Anthea grinned. “Well, good for you. Have some fun and forget what's right or wrong. You obviously like the lad, and he obviously floats your boat. And was he's texting you and making you smile, then you obviously did it for him, too. You lucky woman.”I laughed. And that roused Anthea’s interest even more.“So, you are seeing a boy. Well, that's great and I promise my lips are sealed. Unlike yours were over. Then he lowers his face - ah, I can feel his hot breath on my hole, opening it, calling out to it, preparing it for whatever might come next as my cock continues to bleed, planted against the lounger. Then suddenly his tongue is on me, exploring every edge, the wetness seeming to fill me up from the guts - exploring with its mollusc-suck, kissing and now teeth, biting and leaving their marks on me. His fingers clench my cheeks as he pushes his tongue in, reaching the start of my sphincter,.