Two minutes later he thought of a suitable punishment and stopped her swinging the clamps. He made her get back down on all fours again and started to...spank her as she counted and thanked him for each hit but this time she was to play with the anal beads as well. He made her remove half the beads and then with every hit she was to insert one more bead and then remove it again. She found it hard to count and remove the beads in time to each hit. The spanking was starting to sting and the beads. As I sat close to her, looking over her shoulder, I knew I was going to have to make the first move–being the more sexually experienced one. When I noticed she was started to move her hips a little, I leaned in and started kissing her neck. I could feel her trembling. I started to worry if she was ready for this or not… so I asked. She said she wanted it more than anything… so I continued. I started to cup her breasts and massage them and moved my lips to hers. She was an amazing kisser! Soon,. This was the beginning of a wonderful thirteen year sexual journey for me. To me none of this seemed weird or wrong and it still doesn't to this day, it felt good and I thought it normal for a couple of guys to mutually jerk off together. We continued with hand jobs for a couple of months, I would meet Daniel at his house before school and would help him jerk off in the shower, in bed, in the kitchen and then we would both head to school and meet with our girlfriends. The one day, in late July. She rested her knees down, so I was looking right up at her smooth, pink pussy. "OK, Stephen, you mathematical genius, now what do you think of when you think of '69'!?" I finally got it, and chuckled a bit. I never would have conceived of doing something like this, never mind with my mother. From that position, she continued bobbing her head up and down, I loved the view, looking at her working on my cock, seeing her little pert breasts hanging down. This was just amazing. All of a sudden.