My first story is of how i became what i am, it starts at the very beggining, with the person I looked up to, my mother. This is not a story of blame,... guilt, or justification. It is the story of my first love, my idol, the most beautiful woman in the world. This is just the way things are, and I would not change my life.My grandparents are both German, but moved to California about 3 years before my mother was born. My mom is the youngest of 3 daughters, all who inhereted my grandmother's good. She stayed at the window for a long time. Each time I snuck a glance, she was talking on the phone and had a very nice smile on her face. I was starting to get close to cumming, so I decided to throw all caution to the wind. I sat up, turned sideways on the bed, put my heels on the window sill with my feet spread and put my pillows behind my back. Now, I was facing directly at the window and she could see my entire body, from my feet to my face in my window. I resumed stroking myself with my. "Damn her! Why was she torturing me? I didn't like this conversation.And yet, I couldn't seem to resist responding to her demand for ananswer."I didn't taste it." Taste what?"Crap! Was she really going to press this? In an email? I was tornbetween wanting to reply honestly, as she wanted me to, and fear ofsending out an email with that word in it, especially knowing the entirestring was available to help decipher the meaning."Can we talk?" I asked, hoping I could tell her and yet, avoid. This went on for a few seconds.Out of nowhere, Beena waved at me and pointed at her crotch. I kneeled and lifted her nightie. I started to lick her pussy lips. I could hear them kissing passionately.I shifted my knees and faced Remya. I unbuttoned her shorts and started to rub her soft young pussy. I stroked both the pussies and pleasured them.We were interrupted by the whistle from the cooker. Beena rushed to the kitchen. Remya kissed on my cheek and whispered in my ears that she tasted my cum.