”“Then, I don’t have the opportunity to kiss you from ankle to ear.”“I don’t get to capture your mouth for a real kiss with my tongue sear...ching your mouth.”“So, I don’t feel the electric tingle when you do. And I don’t respond by sucking your nipples while stroking the outside of your panties.”“Which means I don’t tug the waistband of your shorts down so I can hold your cock in my hand.”“And I don’t pull my shorts off before taking your panties off.”“Which means we don’t have another kiss with. Short. They went at least two or maybe even three millimeters passed where her legs separate from her midsection. At least two millimeters past her... private area. She also had on one of dads old Navy khaki shirts, long sleeve. But she had it where she'd taken the long shirt tails and tied them into a knot in front. This exposed some of her belly to me. And, unlike yesterday where I only saw her for a second, I could glance at her bare midriff for quite a while. Wait! What the fuck was going. Books on sexual positions. Books on masturbation techniques. Books on sensual massage techniques. I knew that eventually I was going to have sex with my beautiful mother and I wanted to know what I was doing when it happened. It finally happened on my seventeenth birthday. My birthday had started out like most days did during the hot summer months with the two of us stretched out side by side by the pool working on our tans. Christina, I had been calling my mother by her first name ever my. I told him I was too close to my fertile time, and wanted to wait a couple more days. Kevin really wanted to fuck and persisted. I grabbed his dick and I rubbed the head against my clit. This turned both of us on. Soon, he was sliding his dick between my thighs and I was rubbing my clit and pussy lubricating his rock-hard dick. I was in heaven as he held and cock slid past my clit. The stimulation I was getting was intense. Kevin moaned his appreciation as he had to use both arms to help.