Why do I love to fuck my own mother? Why do people climb mountains? Why do they cross oceans in small rafts? Why do men go to the moon? Because it is ... challenge. I want to be different. I want to prove to myself that one does not have to be an imbecile to enjoy i****t. I want to prove to myself I can do it and survive. What young, healthy man did not have wet dreams about his mother?Since I grew up without a father, it was my mother who had to tell me about the birds and the bees, and teach me. ’ She turns and produces a red toothbrush, ‘What do I need this for? Are we going to make out now?’ ‘Just being hospitable,’ I counter walking out of the room. I stop at the door keeping my back to her. She begins brushing and I smile wide. ‘So are we still going out?’ I inquire over my shoulder. She stops and spits, ‘Whatever you want.’ ‘Whatever I want, huh?’ I turn at this and she watches me approach in the mirror. I feel like a predator about to swoop in on my kill. She brushes faster as I. Her breasts, while small, felt firm and she wondered if he really would like them. She sighed heavily, grabbed a towel and dried herself.With bare feet she padded silently to her bed, pulled back to coverings and slipped between them. The night was cool and she felt her nipples swelling hard and full. Again her fingers lightly caressed them causing an almost lustful gasp to escape her lips before she finally snuggled into the covers. With a sigh of remorse she slowly drifted off to sleep but. Turning on the DVD player, Natalie and I continue eating our fruit in a more seductive manner. When the movie starts, Natalie lets out a soft gasp. I had put in a soft-core lesbian move last night. I watch Natalie out of the corner of my eye as she takes in the scene unfolding in front of us.It starts out with two girls hanging out by the pool and talking about their sexual escapades with their boyfriends.“Oh my, Eunice you didn’t tell me that this is a porno!”“It’s not a porno in the true.