Sexy stories

  My parents had divorced when I was eight, and Mom had tried hard to raise me well. She'd been only 17 when I was born, and she didn't want me to retrace her steps. We'd talked about love and sex from the beginning, and she put me on "the pill" when I turned 15. Not that she condoned sex at such an age, but she knew only too well the urges that would soon be stirring within me.   And now she'd seen me hold Ann's face against my pussy. I feared that her `cool' might not stand this particular heat.

  She began by saying that we had acted recklessly: we were old enough to know how to avoid being "discovered" like that. She went on about having "unprotected" sex, even though she knew Ann was on the pill, too. Her cool was gone. She wasn't really angry, just concerned, and a little bit irritated, and she sent us to our rooms. Ann went to the guest room and I plopped onto my own bed. Mom had said something about deciding on the proper `punishment' to `teach us a lesson.' The dishwasher under the kitchen counter precluded a sentence to `dishpan hands,' but the idea of spending my summer dragging around a vacuum cleaner and washing windows didn't appeal to me either.   I heard Mom make a few phone calls and then go into her study. The clicking of her computer keyboard could be heard, and then the printer's buzzing. Not long afterwards Mom called us into the hall, and handed us a couple of forms and ballpoint pens.   "Answer these question honestly. You have thirty minutes."   The way she emphasized `honestly' made me curious. Ann and I left, each to her own room, to answer the questions.   The form was a sex-quiz, and I thought that she was trying to see how much we knew. The first few were easy. "Have you ever had intercourse? If so, how many times? (approx)." Then, "Do you masturbate? If so, how often?". As I went down the list, answering somewhat honestly (yes, more than 10, yes, twice a week, and so on), I stopped at the next few questions.

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