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…”
“I meant fingering myself.”
“Would you feel comfortable doing that in front of me? I would like to see it, and I never have before.”
“I think that if you were to start stroking that massive man pole that you have now, I would feel all right joining in.
I pulled out my cock and started rubbing it looking at her massive tits. “So, you feel all right rubbing your clit in front of me, but you won’t let me lick it?”
She shoved her hand down her shorts. “I won’t let you lick it yet. Maybe after I get used to our new understanding, I will loosen up a bit. Did you do that with your sister, did you lick her clit?”
I evaded the question. “Can I at least watch you finger yourself?”
As I watched her, I could tell that she was pulling back a bit, starting to lose her momentum.
“Look mom, if you want to do this, you can’t fear change. If you want to do this, maybe it would help to talk through it a bit.”
“OK, what do I talk about?”
“Tell me what you are feeling?”
“Well, I really like the way that you look at my tits…oohhhh…” a wave of pleasure passed through her. “I want to let you lick my pussy, but I feel a little weird like I’m a bad mother or something.”
“Let me help you with that. Were you a woman before you were a mother?”
“Yes”
“Then you are a woman first. That means that you have to satisfy your pussy before you worry about the rules that were written by other people. You need to follow what feels good. If the thought of having your pussy licked makes you excited, then you need to let it happen.”
“I’m trying to let this happen, but I don’t want to have all these regrets later.”“You are too worried about what is going to happen later. The truth is that if you don’t do this now, you are going to be wondering later if you should have, and if you do let it happen you are going to wonder if you should have let it happen. Wouldn’t it be nice to enjoy having your pussy licked now and then wonder later if it was right or not?”
