.." I grudgingly admitted."No, mother... I don't think you've quite got this, have you? We don't want you to tell us about sex, we want you to show us..." But... isn't that what it seems I've been doing for awhile - showing you all about sex?" No you old tart! Not showing - doing! We want to have sex with you." But... but I'm your mother! We can't!" Why not?" Well... for a start, i's illegal. It's called incest" Illegal or not, that's want we want... or else it's a trip to the accident department. It didn’t look very comfortable but she assured me it was. “And you’re going to have fun on it, too.” Now like I said, this girl was tall. She knelt down on the bed, then maneuvered me directly in front of her. Because of her height, I only had to crouch a little to get my boner in between those boobs. Yep, that’s what she wanted me to do: this was going to be a tit-fuck party. I brought the cock and she brought the tits. “Do you like. She aimed low this time, creating a line on the full underside of his bottom, making him rise onto his toes as he cried out and shook with the pain.She watched, thrilled with the way his lean young muscles stood out, his stomach drawn in and his chest thrust out. Crooning with delight, she let her breasts brush his shoulders again as she felt the rising line of her latest cut.The feel of it made her sob with delight, her imagination of what it would look like adding to the flames of her. We all laughed but he said he liked that.Next was my turn. Since my breasts were not big at all it was easy to just put on a shirt and pants. Edith tied my hair up into a bun and with a hat I looked like a teen-boy. I now wanted to be called, not Jane but John. Edith had a little more work to do because of her breasts. Being a nurse she had brought along an ace bandage that she wrapped around her chest thus flattening her breasts. Her face was still feminine even without makeup but that would.