I felt myself starting to become wet. My own mother was turning me on and it felt fantastic. My hand started caressing her thigh as my eyes took in he... neatly trimmed flaming red bush. "We're running late, honey. Let's shower together. It'll save some time. You can wash my back, I'll wash you, and we can finish what we just started. I think…" Mom slid a hand between my legs and shoved her long slender finger inside my now sopping wet hole. "…you want me to make love to you as much as I want you. I had just realized I was touching her shoulder when she grabbed my hand and moved it to the neck of her nightgown.I did not understand what she wanted me to do. I did what seemed natural and explored into her gown. My fingers touched the top of a developing breast. Her breath was warm on my forearm. The magazines made heavy mention of a woman's nipples as a center of sexual pleasure so I fumbled for it. When I found what I thought was it, I tried to do what I could: gentle touches, passes of. She read no more papers that night.----In class the next week Teresa gave Milo a stern look and a shake of her head when she handed his paper back to him. He felt a brief chill before he opened the folder. There was a big A written at the top of page one. Just below it her comments read: Well-written and accurate (too accurate!). But you could have found a better subject.Teresa hardly looked his way throughout the whole period as the class read through and discussed several of the students’. Oh god the elevator hasn’t moved or have you thrown the switch?’ ‘The deal is you kiss me and like kissing me and I start the elevator. No tonguing.’ She giggled, hesitated, teetered and then stepped in and kissed him and appeared surprised her didn’t grope. He just reached behind without looking and hit the right switch. ‘I’ve never said this ever about anyone but you are really amazingly interesting.’ Nash said authoritatively, ‘The first fifteen-second impression of anyone is usually the.