After we finished, I started to clean of the table. Zana said it was not necessary, she could clean after I left. She stood by the sink, with her back...to me. I told her it was OK, I wanted to help.I watched Zana standing there in her little summer dress, showing a lot of legs and her butt looked so sexy in her dress. Zana lowered her head and her body looked sad.I put down the plates on the counter and walked up behind her. I hugged her from behind and asked what was wrong?She did not say. She called it vagina. Vagina? Eeww. That totally puts off the concept of eroticizing it. But nonetheless she talked. About sex. To her son. THAT made the difference.In the next few days I kept on asking her about sex and soon she was really comfortable with discussing it with me. But I made sure we do not talk about it when my dad was around. Soon I started dirty talking with her in pretext of sex education. She’d answer a few reluctantly and dismiss the rest.“Mom I heard about positions being. With the shock and all; the shower head coming out from under the water; between her legs and squirting water warm water in my direction. The normal human reaction would be to close the eyes and protect oneself from the flowing water, but with her jetting up out of the water, with her body, especially her wet shiny boobs, propelling into motion, I wanted to see and enjoy the view. I only had a glimpse of her boobs, before the water got in my eyes. My manhood could not handle all of that, being. He really tried hard to persuade me."I thought that meant she would have gone if I wasn't there, so I pressed her a bit more for some details. "Darling Claire, what were you doing that made him so desperate?"She giggled and said, "You know, just normal stuff. Omar was just kissing my neck when we were dancing, but," she hesitated, smiling and teasing me.I was getting hard and had to know what happened, "but what Claire, tell me, you bad girl."Her eyes were glazed over, and she seemed miles.