”Mother ruminated for a moment. “How do you feel when you’re around him?”“I haven’t thought about it,” I said frankly. “We’ve been b...sy.”“Maybe you can think about it, and tell me about it later?”“Of course. For now, though, I need to think about dinner, since it’s my turn to cook.”As I made the evening meal for the four of usme, Hollis, my mother, and the working the evening shift, I considered what my mother had asked. It wasn’t in my nature to bristle at her questions; my father and I had. As I opened the glass shower door I stretched again, my arms going up over my head, reaching up on my tippy toes and arching my back. I adjusted the temperature of the water until it would be hot like I liked and took off my pjs. I tossed my tee in the hamper and shimmied out of my blue boy shorts. They were comfortable and cute, with a pretty pink flower on my right butt cheek. When Mommy gave them to me she said they were more appropriate for my age. They rode low on my hips and showed just. Dave on the other hand just carried on as before leaving doors open when she was on the bed, or walking in on her in the shower.Jayne was no prude mind and in bra and panties would make a cup of tea etc. Take it from me there was little left to the imagination with her underwear, mainly sheer and not much of it! After a month or so things kinda went back to the way it used to be.She had just turned 18 and we had a bit of a party at the flat, it all kinda got out of hand very quickly and the 3. ” We laughed and after that “whitewash” was our codeword. It was soon joined by “priming,” for when I went down on her, “spackling” for when she drained me on her chest or let me fuck her tits, and “sump pump” for intercourse. The last always made both of us giggle. Around the second week after our first night together, we were tired after work. She stroked my cock and I asked her, “Tell me about your hottest time.” “Okay.” Her fingers kept their steady rhythm. “It was my first threesome.” .