I knew my mom was certainly not a nun or a Saint after we lost my dad but I figured she had her right to choose what she wanted to do from those other...married couples that resented the fact she was basically footloose and fancy-free other than raising me and my older sister Serena.My mom might have had her share of male friends with benefits but she deserved some fun in life and had a right to chase away the loneliness whenever she had an opportunity.Serena was another story.She went to an all. I thought nothing of it until one day during an Octoberfest event, Maryanne said, “that lady keeps looking at you, I think she wants you. I wonder how much she’d pay to have you.”I laughed it off and said, “As long as it’s US currency, I’ll give her what she wants!”We spoke nothing else of it but my training began to change. She started to teach me how to control my cock. She insisted that whenever we made love I was not to cum under any circumstance. She took the “edge” off my cock by. I’m not saying it’s right, but society has this idea that the kid is lucky if he’s a boy and a victim if she’s a girl.”“That’s right up there with the whole ‘stud versus slut’ dichotomy,” Jeannette groused. “If Mike bags all the girls in this group, he’s a stud. If I sleep with ONE guy, some people will call me a slut.”“One guy?” Marie smirked. “That ship sailed a LONG time ago! Repeatedly!”“Don’t be a bitch,” Jeannette laughed. “You know what I mean.”“I do; all girls do. You have sex and. " Oh, shut up! Again!"Tim grinned unrepentantly and Henrietta had to laugh."If you're on this form," she said, "it might turn out to be quite a fun evening."She left shortly afterwards and that thought was still on her mind. Tim, quite understandably, had been far from his usual self for six months after Jane's death but had now perked up considerably."Is it that Wendy?" Henrietta wondered. "Surely not. She's a nice enough girl but the same age as Erica and from an appalling background, if only.