I could see she was looking up at me with wide tear-stained eyes and wetness was freely flowing down her cheeks.
Had I done something to hurt her? What? What had I done wrong?
“What’s wrong, mother?” I whispered, leaning down, trying to kiss the dampness off her cheeks.
“Nothing’s wrong, Baby. I’m just so happy for us,” she blubbered, finding my lips with hers as she hungrily returned my kisses.
I knew that I had a lot to learn about women and their ways. About love. About everything. But I had an excellent teacher. And I knew that ma would teach me everything I needed to know . . . I wondered if mom would mind giving me a titty-fuck when I got hard again?
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