I was curious, and when I asked what it was she was thinking about, she took that as a yes. With a twinkle in her eye, she taught me yet another way ...hat a woman could receive pleasure. I was gasping for breath by the time she finished, lost in a world of nonstop pleasure. And then she asked me to return the favor for her.To this day, I really don't know why I did it. It was strange, both erotic and homosexual. There was no reason for me to want to fulfill her request, and every reason not. Her smile seemed to brighten a little. "Ma'am. Don't I feel old now? It's nice to meet you." I'm sorry about your husband." Thank you, Chris." My mom held my gaze. I feared she would start her usual 20-questions about how we had met and such, but she just turned back to my dad and resumed her stoic position on the side rail, her folded arms cushioning her chin now.I let out a shaky breath while Chris led me to a second chair on the opposite side of the bed. I was suddenly exhausted. I didn't. Disappearing upstairs she slipped her panties off and went downstairs naked under her dress. As she approached the kitchen she could feel her young nipples stiffening, looking down she could see them pushing obscenely through the material. She felt glorious under her dress, making a decision never to wear panties again. Walking into the kitchen she could feel the all the eyes burning through her dress trying to make see flesh. She turned to the boys and asked who wanted a drink. Four sets of. " You certainly shouldn't, young man. A woman can talk about it, but not a man. If you ever mention any of this outside the family, you will be grounded for life, and I may go to jail!" Oh, shit, Mom. I forgot. I promise I'll be more careful. But it WAS cool!" To your room, right now, young man, and I don't want to see you again until I call you for the supper snack." Ah, gee, Mom! OK, I'm going." Unplug slowly, Jase, and I'll try to catch the drips. I'll get another towel and work on the.