“I think Major wants more than little tidbits of food,” he mentioned.“I have to keep his nose away from my pussy,” she said holding him back.�...�I don’t mind sticky seconds when fucking but I don’t think I want to follow Major after he fucks you.”“What makes you think I’m going to let him fuck me?”“Because he did the first time we met and you loved me watching him fucking you.”“You do know me. So what would it take for you to fuck me after Major does?” she tested.“Hmm, I’m not sure, likely pretty. I found myself in a small Japanese tavern, for lack of a better word, scribbling down notes and drinking too much sake. From out of nowhere, an old man approached me, and said that he had heard that I was looking for the origins of futanari. He sat down next to me, and looked me in the eye and said "I don't think it is futanari that you are looking for. It is, I believe, what lies behind it." He took out two small items from his coat pocket. They looked like raisins. He said, "eat these,. For the rest of the day, mom and I exchanged coy looks and I never missed a chance to touch her. Touching her ass, her midriff or even her breast for just a bit became more frequent throughout the day. Mom would give me looks of helplessness, but when I looked away, she would smile coyly and blush.By the end of the day, I was a complete mess. And so was mom. Every time I would catch her looking at me, I would blow a kiss in her direction; even when dad was in the same room. Mom would chastise. He relaxed in her arms; her pajama bottoms were open, pulled down to leave her thighs only half-covered, one of his hands was between her legs, her pajama top was unbuttoned and his head was resting on her bare breasts.Only a month before the notion of displaying her breasts to a man would have been unthinkable, let alone allowing his hand to brush over her pubic mound. She pushed his hand away, afraid that he might notice the wetness in her crotch.“Did I hurt you?” Don asked as his breathing.