"Just what the hell do you two think you are doing?"
The kiss I was enjoying abruptly ended and I nearly jumped out of my skin as the angry words were shouted at us. My eyes opened and there was my mother an angry look etched on her face, hands on hips, one foot tapping in obvious anger.
"Mum, it's not like it looks," I stammered in reply.
"Oh, and what is it then?"
"Mum, it's not as bad as it seems," a quizzical eyebrow was raised in disbelief as mum waited for me to explain what I was doing.
"Mum, please it's not what you think. Kenny has a date tonight, and he's never kissed a girl before, so he asked me for some help, telling him what to do," my year older sister came to my rescue.
"And you decided to help him out by snogging him, great help that is isn't it. And that's supposed to be not so bad."
Mum was fuming and rightly so. She had just walked in on my sister and me in the middle of a long, slow, kiss, and you could see that tongues were involved, this wasn't a brother and sister kiss. But the thing is Kassie my sister was correct, here I am a nervous eighteen-year-old about to go on a date with a girl he adores, and he is so inexperienced it's painful.
"Is it true?" mum glared at me as she posed the question?
"Yes, and mum it's called making out, not snogging." The wrong answer in a big way, mum doesn't like being corrected.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!!!." Sarcasm dripping off every word as she continued, "I've just walked in on my son and his sister, 'making out' and it's not supposed to be a big deal. And it is snogging, making out is an American term, you're English, so as far as I'm concerned it's snogging."
"Mum, it's my fault," Kassie jumped in again, "Kenny wanted some help, and I decided to show him how. Look, mum, all we've done is a little bit of kissing, just to show him what it's like, mum, please there's nothing else to it, please believe us."
This was true, but what had surprised me was that Kassie had actually decided to help me, we get on, but are not a lovey, lovey brother and sister. So I had been surprised when Kassie had said she would teach me what to do.
"How many?"
"What? How many what?" I asked.
"Kisses you imbecile. HOW-MANY-TIMES-HAVE-YOU-KISSED-YOUR-SISTER?" Mum was shouting again.
"Five or six," answered Kassie.
"Any good?"
"Err?"
"Is he any good?"
"No; crap," was the reply from Kassie.
"Kasandra!" that one word was enough to stop Kassie in her tracks, mum hates swearing in any form.
"Sorry mum, no he's not very good, that's what I expected, but he's getting better with practice," Kassie giggled as mum looked on with a smile, at last, softening her stern looks.
"Tongues?" the inquisition continued, as I started to squirm with embarrassment.
"Just started that, that's what he's getting better at." Kassie was getting bolder in her replies to mum, almost challenging her as to how many questions she would ask and how intrusive they would be.
"And Kassie, it's only been kissing. Don't lie to me."
"No mum honestly, kissing only," I shouted in answer.
"So, you've kissed five or six times, and he's not improved."
A nod from Kassie.
"Maybe it's the teacher, not the pupil," mum said as she plonked herself next to me on the sofa, on the other side from Kassie. And then my whole world was rocked and turned upside down. Mum placed her hands on either side of my face, bent her face to me and kissed me, full on the lips. No tongues, thank God but still one hell of a hot sexy kiss.
"Not bad," she said as she broke the kiss. I couldn't believe what had just happened, as if kissing my sister hadn't been enough to give me a hard-on now mum was joining in. All I'd done was ask Kassie how to kiss a girl.
Kassie looked at mum as if for permission to continue, then turned my face to hers, telling me to close my eyes as she kissed me a lot harder and with more passion than earlier, her tongue was flicking in and out of my mouth. I kept my eyes shut as instructed and went with the flow, really enjoying the kiss. This was a new experience for me kissing any girl, or woman. It seemed as though Kassie was enjoying the kiss for what it was, not as a favour to me, or tutoring me. She was liking it.
Finally breaking the kiss Kassie sighed, "That's a bit better,"
"Try this then, eyes shut and try and relax," instructed mum as again she kissed me.
Relax! That was never going to happen. This time her hands went around the back of my neck and pulled me to her, her tongue darting into my mouth like a hot eel as it found my own tongue and wrapped itself around it, fighting with it. I couldn't help it my eyes shot open with the surprise and I let out a long moan into my mother's mouth. Who could have thought my mum could kiss like this. Wow, hot!
Mums eyes opened in response to that, a twinkle in them. "You're improving," she whispered.
My God, I was making out with my mum and sister, neither seemed to mind, both were going for it, trying to teach me more and more about the skill of kissing a girl. Mum had much more experience and it showed, but Kassie compensated by sheer youth and energy.
The kissing got more and more intense and much more body contact was happening, arms going around each other, mum particularly so, holding me tightly and running her hands up and down my back.
In one particular kiss, mum had her arms wrapped around me and somehow my hand had dropped onto her leg, just at the hem to her skirt, which was a tight denim one, mid-thigh in length, that had ridden even higher. My hand had landed just on the inside of her thigh, it was warm and soft and silken to the touch.
Like any excited eighteen-year-old, my hands did what came naturally and without thinking I moved it higher on my mum's thigh, up under the hem of her skirt, brushing against her panties. Once again and not for the final time that night my eyes shot open, her panties were sopping wet in the crotch, which was where my trembling hand was resting. I could feel the heat coming off her. I pressed a finger forward into the wet area, probing where it shouldn't probe.