Often when the boys came home, they would find their mother either walking almost naked around the house or sitting in the living-room, playing with h...rself waiting for them to arrive. She taught them to eat pussy; she would direct them while they were between her legs licking her trimmed pussy, instructing them how best to give a woman pleasure. Mostly they were rewarded with blowjobs or a nice long fuck, of if they were both home, she would blow one while the other fucked her, then change. " I'm not dead yet, and some ofyou might find my tales interesting. Check out the intro if you wantmore background. This is the start of the tale, my "k**" youth,before sex was in my life as such.Jeff Zephyr's Life JZL05_01: "The Beginning, With Sheila" Age 4-6. (f bbggg, exhib, voy, p*****n, no sex, parental spanking)I was a c***d of the sixties, born about the time that John Kennedycame along to shake things up. The times they were a-changing. Myparents were 50's k**s, and my mom was just 16. He looked at his programme, reading some of the bios of the main medal contenders. From his seat the VIP box was out of view. But they, being higher could see further down. “Jirina, can I have the glasses for a minute?” Zofie scanned the seats again. She went along each row methodically. Then after a few seconds she paused. There was no mistaking that familiar untidy brown hair, shaved at the sides. The broad shoulders and the lean, mean biceps. “Tom!” “What is it? Who have you seen?” asked. Ten minutes later I pulled up on his drive, he was standing at his door waiting for me. 'Hey baby,' he said. He put his arms round me and kissed me hard on the lips before taking my hand and pulling me into the house. I sat on the sofa as he put on some music, we chatted for a while me with my head on his chest, occasionally moving my head up to kiss him softly.The kisses slowly became more passionate and I moved up to sit astride him. As he pulled at my top I took it off over my head. I.