hands on approach to parenting.

"Mom what you just said ... I meen it's just... were you serious? You just were kidding? I meen you are married to dad , you had a kid, you love men, not girls right?" I let escape unable to put the roght words on the thoughts flashing in my mind.

"Ohh sweetie, you are young and have not experienced any of those things. Loving boys and loving girls are not exclusive. You can love both. You are still innocent in that way and I hoped you would find someone you like before explaining those things to you." She says.

"So it's true what you said ? You used to do thing with aunt Susan your twin before you met dad?" I reply.

"No"she says.

"What ? But you just said..." I begin.

"It didn't stop when I met your dad. the truth is that your dad was dating both of us. We were sharing him and each other. It was the first type of relationship we could be ourselves in, given our feelings for each other and it lasted to this day." She told me.

I just couldn't speak. My mom is her twin sister lover and they shared my dad and had sex together for longer than I've been alive, keeping this secret all this time.

"If you feel attracted to boys it is normal but I know that you take care of yourself now. Anything you do alone, a girl can do to you." She says as she gets closer to me, one hand behind my shoulder getting down on my boob, the other brushing my pussy underwater. " And so much more!"

The kiss takes me by surprise, her lips glued to mine, her thongue expertly parting them to meet mine and to begin twirling, dancing with each others.

My only (short) attempts at dating boys had been very unsuccessful, they turned out to be jerks only there for my boobs without care for me. Because of that, I never even got to kiss one, each making itself undesirable before getting to that point.

My first real kiss is mind blowing, but then most first kisses are not experienced naked in public, swimming in a lake, given by your own mother and don't involve hands massaging your boobs or teasing your clitoris. (Or I have been lied to all this time by the medias)

Once we finish one or two eternities later, I am left breathless, panting, blushing and on the edge of orgasm.

She looks at me in the eyes.