For the next week, everything was pretty busy. My sister was busy making plaster body parts from all the molds that we had made. I was busy with a biology test, and mother had bought a new hook and latch kit to make a rug with. The nice part about it was that there were no weird feeling between me and my sister. We only saw each other at dinner and sometimes breakfast, but there always seemed to be this “we share a secret” sort of closeness. I doubt that mom picked up on it. She was so busy staying busy.
Like I said, I was so busy with my Bio test that the time was flying by. By the time that Friday rolled around and the test was over, I was completely wiped out. I came home that afternoon, dropped my backpack by the door and went straight to my room. There was no way that I was going to pick up a text book this weekend. My brain was spent and I needed to take some time off. It would be great to spend the whole weekend playing computer games and hanging out. Hmm, it might also be nice to do some art work…I wonder if I could convince my sister to do anything…Just then there was a knock at the door.
“Come in.”
It was my mother and she was wearing a pink pastel jumper. It had to be Friday.
“Am I bothering you?”
“Not at all, come in.”
“So, how did your test go?”
“It went OK. I figure we’re graded on a curve, so as long as it was just as hard for everyone else, I’ll be OK. I got at least a B.”
“Glad to hear it.” She kept looking at me with something just on the edge of her tongue. She wanted to say it, but it was hanging up in her head. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Uh oh, what did I do?”
“Oh, it’s nothing like that. I just wanted you to know that I have been giving a lot of thought to our conversation last week.”
“About?”
“You and your sister’s relationship.” I expected any moment for her to tell me how it was wrong and how we need to stay away from that sort of thing. She took a deep breath and continued. “I have to say, at first I thought that what you said was wrong. I didn’t agree with what you were sharing with your sister. Having thought about it a lot more, I think that I just felt a little left out. You two are sharing so much with each other now and I want to be part of it too. Just tell me what I need to do.”
“Well, to start with, when I tell you that you have nice breasts, you don’t have to get mad. It’s just a compliment, and that’s all.”
“OK, thank you, but I really don’t see what you like about them.”
“What’s not to like about them. They are grand to say the least. I love the way your nipples stick out. I love the size of your areola, and the color. Their size is perfect, and I think that if sis is in luck, later in life hers will look like yours.” I eyed them as if I were a critic in an art house. “
My mother started to blush, but I had a feeling she liked it. She looked me in the eye and said, “So if I let you look at them, would that be part of our new understanding?”
“It would. You should feel comfortable with me appreciating your breasts.”
She unzipped her top and peeled it away revealing her magnificent mounds.
“They are beautiful mom. The best I have ever seen.”
“Thank you.” She sighed deeply as if a weight had been taken off her shoulders. “It’s very nice to hear that from time to time.” She paused and then spoke again. “So, you saw your sister’s breasts and she made you cum? Did you do anything else?”
I felt a little guilty telling her this, but I thought she was ready to hear it. “I saw her vagina too.”
“Did you like it?”
“It was great. I don’t remember a nicer one.”
“Have you ever seen mine?”
“No, mom, I haven’t.”
“I’d like to know what you think about it. If I show it to you, will you tell me?”
“Of course. I would be very happy to look at your clit and perhaps even lick if for you.”
“That might be a bit too far. My pussy does need to be licked. But for now, I think I will take care of that myself.”
“Wait a minute, you can’t lick your own pussy…”
