Miss Green spread her legs wider for us. I got to go first. The instructor told me that I had a half hour to feel Ellen up…all over…inside…and o...tside. I was to touch her with my hands, my face, and my chest. I was to kiss her body and smell of it too. Then she told me to be sure to taste Ellen’s three openings.Then she took the other tree boys into the next room for book learning leaving Ellen and I alone. We were the only ones that knew one another.Ellen whispered, “I’m glad that you got to. She is also my best friend. In my bad times, my worst times, Mags was there to hold me while I wept, sit with me as I drank far too much and cursed life and love and everything. She was the one who, one day when things were bad had said to me, “If you don’t change, you’ll kill yourself.” She’d poured away the booze I had in my cupboards, slapped my face when I called her a fucking bitch for doing so. She stopped me going out to buy more by standing in the doorway and taking all the abuse I. This did really feel good and I even enjoyed when she stuck a finger or two in me. I was lost on the verge of orgasm when I felt the head of her cock against my virgin asshole. At first I did not realize what she was about to do. Even when she slipped the tip in, I thought it was her tongue or fingers. Then wrapping her arms around my waist, she thrust deep into me. I screamed and fought back but she just held me, pushing me to the bed. I was pinned with my face burrowed in a pillow.She stayed. Mother shifted beneath my silent scrutiny, and I recalled how Gerald had commanded her to feel excitement when I looked at her. I turned away and moved to sit across from mom in the chair.The silence was thick but I kept my eyes looking into the shadows to the side of the room. Why did Gerald put me in this position - I never asked him to do this? A movement caught my eye and I looked up to see mom loosen two of her buttons on the front of her nightie - exposing her bare cleavage beneath.Those.