She said that it was perfectly normal for a boy to look up a girl’s skirts if she lets him and to get excited in the process. Then she asked me if I...had ever seen one of my female friends naked, no. Would I like too, yes. She said that she would have a talk with some of the girls in the neighborhood but that it might just be easier for her to do it herself. What! Mom was offering to let me look at her body naked, to ask questions, and to touch her as necessary. What! She was serious. I told her. I'll have her waitin' in your room once you're down showering.”I gave her a smile. “It would probably be best if you were there. To watch over her. It's her first time. She might be scared, too.”Deb gave me a sharp look. “I... I... No, no, this is a private thing.”“It's really not,” I told her. “If you were there, helping her, relaxing her, well, it'll be such a... a holy time for her.”“Holy,” the woman choked. She licked her lips again as we walked down the second floor hallway. “Yes, yes.”. With nothing else to do I stepped inside. Unnoticed, I sat at the rear of a small gathering of worshippers. At least I was warmer inside.The meeting went on for just over an hour. As it concluded, I shifted uneasily. People socialised with each other, everyone seemed happy and so alive. As I got up to leave a friendly, middle-aged lady stopped me. She introduced herself as Pastor John's wife, Sharon and we shook hands.She was nice, very gently asking if I had enjoyed the service. Not knowing. As a teen I had sniffed my Mom’s panties. More as a curiosity then a fetish, but I remembered how nice they smelled, her musky womanly sent trapped in the cotton fibers. How my young penis swelled in my pants as I pressed them to my face and inhaled deeply. I remembered gingerly touching my tongue to the fabric, eager to taste what a pussy must taste like. As I typed a reply to the ad , I felt a stirring in my pants. Mabey today wasn’t going to be another mundane day after all!It was so hard to.