"One the count of three, ok?" She nodded yes. "One. Two..." I thrust inside her, mashing my lips to hers to contain her scream. I stayed inside her pu...sy and didn't move. She took some deep breaths and I wiped away her tears. "Let me know when you're ready honey." After about thirty seconds she looked at me. "Ok, ok." I slowly began moving in and out of her. She grimaced for a bit, but then her eyes closed. She wrapped her hands on the back of my neck and pulled me towards her, kissing my lips.. Don't judge it." I whispered. This was the second cue my mother had been waiting for. She calmly got up and shed her robe, She was completely naked underneath. And unlike Jenny, mom kept all her privates waxed and lubed - ready for sex. She came over and sat next to us on the couch, just behind Jenny. Then she looked down at my cock going in and out of her pussy. Mom put her hands on Jenny's upped her and helped her move faster - lifting her and pushing her pelvic down with each thrust.Jenny. I mustered something resembling a smile for her, I think, and tried to relax, unclasping my hands and putting my arms at my sides. I took a deep breath, conscious of the movement of my ribs, the lift of my breasts as I did.God, I felt so exposed! I shot an anxious glance at Carl, and was warmed by the sympathy and pride and desire in his return look. He gave me a quick "thumbs up" signal that helped ease my terror, if not my embarassment.Then Madamoiselle Duclos began to touch me - feather. That's as far as it went but i was happy for what had happened and knew none of my friends would believe a word of it. I wouldn't have believed them either but that was not about to stop me from kissing and telling.Then a couple of years later I had something happen to me during a Sunday morning church service that i never would of believed could happen in the middle of my dads sermon. I never really cared for the church service itself and In order to help pass the time i helped out in the.