”“I can’t accept these, as they are from your first hog, and are a sign you’ve become a man.”I had to think fast as I had underestimated the...intrinsic ceremonial value that was placed on the tusks in the Samoan culture. The idea I came up with would have to suffice.“Henare, I know you use boar tusk in some of your needles. Take them as down payment for finishing my arm tattoo at a later date.”I think we both knew that it was payment for something that might or might not ever happen. He told me. “Hey, girls, we still on for pizza and a movie tonight?” Mom asked. Her good mood was infectious and blew away the last bits of regret I was hanging on to.“We sure are,” I answered for us both.Bethany nodded her agreement. “I brought over the sequel to that beach movie we saw last time, if you want.” Her dad was the manager of a large store that sold electronics and movies, and she always had the latest stuff.“Perfect,” Mom said as she dropped off her travel mug by the kitchen sink and headed. ”Veronica asked, “What’s it like to fuck someone?”I replied, “It’s great. It gives me a better felling than with my hand. I like being on top of Mom when she is naked, on her back, and with her legs wide open for me. In that position she is surrendering herself to me completely. In that position I can do anything that I want to do to her and she will let me.”Veronica asked, “Like what?”I replied, “Like licking her pussy, biting her clit, and fingering her asshole.”Veronica said, “Yuck! Why. She was appreciative how "different" I came off. A lot of other men are apparently creepy horn dogs when they go to these places. Having experience, I played it cool. She okayed me stroking her hair, something I was dying to do. She seemed to really enjoy it.While she was dancing, she asked if I was a boobs or ass guy. As you may have guess, I'm an ass guy. I got to see a lot of her moves. I was fondling her B/C size boobs, touched so many parts of her body I can't even remember it all. One.