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Surprise group sex with some incest.

..you know...be doin' stuff...stuff like that...to...to me?" she asked.

"I'm making you feel good, right?" I said.

She nodded.

My heart was starting to pound. Her comment told me I was getting to her in exactly the way I wanted to. "Why would it be wrong for me to make my mother feel good?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I...I dunno," she murmured. "I...I was just wonderin', you know?"

I nuzzled into her neck and kissed her there again. And again I felt the little shudder run through her. "Well, don't worry about it," I told her after I finished nuzzling her. "I'd never, ever, do anything to hurt you."

She looked up at me, smiled, and took my hand. "I know you won't," she told me.

By the end of the first month, my mother had to be the most hugged, kissed, caressed, and tickled woman in the county. And I'd started to notice that she was actually leaning into me a little when I hugged her, and it was starting to feel as if she was returning my kisses with more and more forcefulness, too.

I was sitting at the breakfast table one morning, nearly a month after I'd begun my seduction efforts, when mother, who was standing at the stove, surprised me with a question. "What's it supposed to feel like when...?"

I turned to look at her and was surprised to see that her face was bright red. "What's it supposed to feel like when what?" I asked.

I didn't think it was possible for her face to get redder, but it did. "When...when you...when somebody...when they do...um...sex?" she asked.

It wasn't a question I expected to hear, but it certainly was a welcome one. I stood up, walked over to where she stood, and took her into my arms. "It is supposed to feel better than anything ever felt," I told her. "It's supposed to be the best feeling in the world."

She pressed her face against my chest. "Did...when you...when you did sex with them girls at college...did...was it...was it...like that...with...with them?" she murmured.

"It felt really good," I told her. "But I've never had a sexual experience that is as wonderful as I've heard described in things people have written."

She leaned back in my arms and looked at me, wide-eyed. "You...you mean people write about doin' sex?" she asked. "You're puttin' me on, right?"

I shook my head and smiled. "It's called erotic literature," I explained. "People write stories, sometimes books, about what it's like to be in love and to make love."

"Where do you find stuff like that?" she asked.

"There's a lot of it on the internet," I told her. "There are other sites about love-making, too. I saw one called 'The Clitoris.com' a while back. It has a lot of information about love-making and is written by and for women."

She looked puzzled. "You mean it tells you how to do sex?" she asked.

"Sort of," I told her. "But there's more to it that that. It's a guide women can use to learn about their bodies, and about love-making."

"Are there a lot of dirty pictures and stuff?" Mother asked.

"There are some illustrations," I said. "Things that can help women learn more about what pleases them and how to do it."

"Do...do you...um...read...that...that stuff...a...a lot?" she stammered.

"I like some kinds of erotic literature," I told her. "Stories that are well-written and believable. Some of it is junk."

Mother had a very sad look on her face as she gazed into my eyes and shook her head. "There's a whole lotta stuff I don't know about, isn't there?" she asked. "I mean, I'm just a dumb old country hick, right?"

"You're not dumb," I snapped. "Don't ever let anybody tell you that. You're a bright woman."

"Then how come I don't know much?"

"Because you haven't had the chance to learn," I said. "Remember what my teacher wrote on those papers you wrote and I let her grade back when I was in high school?"

She blushed a little and nodded.

"Miss Dixon said they were good, didn't she?"

She nodded again. "She said they were 'well written and insightful,'" she murmured.

I smiled, thrilled that she still remembered the compliment verbatim.