So yes, I grew up with a fertile mind and like my mother, a need for men to do what I wanted them to do, without alerting them that it was I who was l...eading them to do it. I always found it better to let them think that they were seducing me, rather than let them think I was a slut gagging for it.Anal sexMy first understanding was when my mother was cleaning her collection of sex toys and my eyes fell on a pouch she had of butt plugs, of varying widths, starting with a tantalising teaser, and. She then held her down and bent over and began to lap up the chocolate sauce and ice cream. Kennedy screamed in pleasure as she felt her friend's tongue licking the cold ice cream off her ass. Willow continued to lick it all off furiously. Kennedy felt her body shake as Willow poured the sauce and cold ice cream on her soft, firm ass, and lapped it off.Willow then shoved her cold finger full of ice cream up Kennedy's ass and fucked her hard, and deep, and fast. Kennedy couldn't hold out for. “We do it opposite each other and we both cum. But-” I stopped mid-sentence hoping to accentuate my dilemma.“On your own, you can‘t,” Mum finished the sentence for me. I nodded.“Mum, I‘m desperate, I actually need to have an orgasm -” I looked at the floor, just staring and gulping in loads of air into my lungs.“I‘m so sorry hun, If there was anything I could do I would,” she said.“Help me Mum, please help me?” I pleaded.“I don‘t know how to Molly, I-” she started, but before she could finish. As I stood there, my mind filled with images of Mrs. Evans wearing some of the underwear or using the vibrator, I suddenly became aware that she was standing in the doorway watching me. Strangely though she didn't seem at all phased that I'd discovered her little secret and just smiled at me. “You look shocked Mike,” she said, “I might be getting on, but I've still got my needs you know. Don't you ever, errr, you know?” This was one of the weirdest situations I'd ever been in. A lady fifteen.