1. Mom taught my b*****r and I about sex.


    Date: 11/15/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Erotica, Extreme, First Time, Girls / Female, Hardcore, Masturbation, Teen Female/Boy, Virginity, Written by women, Young, Author: NicoleSmt, Rating: 78.3, Source: sexstories.com

    passion or tingling, but there was something there in the background. 'Feel anything', mother asked us inquisitively, we both shook our heads to confirm that we both felt no response from kissing each other. 'That's perfectly normal', she said, 'You are siblings and have grown up with each other, so you should be comfortable with each other'. I had a smile on my face, until mother told me to put my hand down my b*****rs pyjama's bottoms, and touch his cock. Peter had a look on his face that was priceless, and at the same time expectant. 'I can't', I protested, 'Just try it, you will be surprised', she retorted. My hand reached down and took hold of his pyjama cord and Peter pulled back as my cold fingers touched his bare skin. I pulled his cord out from his stomach and looked down, to see he was not wearing underpants, I felt weird and curious at the same time, looked at mum, who sat with a smile on her face, 'Reach in and take hold of it', she encouraged me, and I looked at Peter as my other hand descended down his hairless pubis and touched his hanging flaccid cock. I could see his 'Adam's Apple', bob in his throat, as he swallowed hard, and I wondered as I looked if I was the first girl to touch him, as my fingers encircled his fleshy protuberance, drawing heat from it, and marvelling in the tactile softness, a first for me, and for my b*****r, judging by the look on his face. 'What do you think about your b*****r's cock'? I looked across at mum, she was relaxed, 'Soft', ...
    was the word that escaped my lips, not realizing my hand was subconsciously fondling it. Mum could see his pants moving and knew what I was doing behind his cotton bottoms, 'Feels nice', she queried, I had to concede? 'Why is he not getting hard'? I was feeling slightly miffed, whether I cared to admit it or not, as I assumed any man would get an erection, if he felt my hand holding him 'For the same reason as previously Mariel, he is your sibling. 'Can I let go now', I asked in mock dissatisfaction, but deep down I liked holding him, and my long fingers were kneading his shaft as if I were practising on my recorder, to the tune of the 'Grand old Duke of York'. When mum said 'No', my heart skipped a beat, in fact it was thumping hard inside my chest, and I think Mum knew that. 'Undo your cord and let your pant fall down Peter'. Peter did as mum suggested, and there was my hidden hand holding my b*****r, my gentle loving squeezes now exposed and in the open. 'Massage his balls Mariel'. I did not question our mothers reasoning, mostly because I had already been hankering to do it, 'Given an inch and now I was wanting a mile', my other hand slipped under my b*****rs scrotum and gently massaged it, feeling his balls slide back up into their little holes, 'Where are they going', I asked, but at the same time there was a tactile movement on my b*****rs part, I could sense his twitching in my other hand, and I squeezed him in acknowledgement, I don'r know if mother saw the reaction ...
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