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The next shock was that Moji pushed her tongue between my lips and connected to my tongue. I felt as if struck by lightening. What on earth was happening? I felt truly different. We lay a little longer. She giggled against my lips. Then, it happened. A warm moisture spread between us. I thought I must have wet my pant and the anguished embarrassment overwhelmed the pleasures. I leapt up. My boxer was soaked. The wide wet spot cooled rapidly against my stomach. This was really very embarrassing. I ran for home. I crept in through the back door, hoping to avoid my stepmum. Sorry, it was the moment she came out of the bathroom and I ran into her arms. "Where have you been at this time of the evening?" she asked lovingly. I shook my head, short of words. "Why don't you take a shower? Give me your clothes and I'll take care ..." She suddenly stopped and stared at me. It dawned on her that something steamy had happened to me. (Source: Taboo https://okadabooks.com/about/taboo/43472 )

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"Ohhh, ... O.K. Why don't you take your shower? Here, give me your clothes and I'll take care..." I could see that something had dawned on step Mom about what had happened to me.

There was no way around it. I surrendered. She unbuckled my pants and pulled them down my legs. My shorts followed and they caught on my extended dick which had risen once again.

She looked up at me and then helped me off with my shirt. Her eyes held mine a step Mummy, full of compassion and devoid of anything resembling rebuke.

"Sorry, Prince, don't worry. Perfectly normal. Happens to everyone. Really. Believe me!" She hugged me carefully, avoiding our groins coming into contact, and finally let me run upstairs to the shower.

When I finished the shower, there were fresh pajamas on my bed and under them I found one of those books to explain sex to kids my age. I glanced through it briefly, looking at the explicit drawings. I had heard bits and pieces of it around the playground, of course, but this was the first time I had seen the whole thing laid out. I was having trouble facing it with my step Mom though. But she managed to make it easier. She stood in the door and smiled.

"That lipstick won't come off without some of my cream. Here, let me..." she rubbed with a tissue and some white cream I recognized from her bedroom.

"It would be nice if you trusted me to read the book with me, but if you don't want that, I will understand."

And so we sat together and read some of it with her explaining with pictures and diagrams as we went along.

"But, then ... she put her tongue out." I said, by way of explanation.

She laughed, briefly. "Yes, well, she's a year younger, isn't she? You'll find that you like that later, I think. It's part of expressing love, real love." She couldn't help laughing.

"I liked it! It was just surprising. Don't think I did it right. Could I practice with you?"

"Eeeeek! Oh, I don't think that's a good idea!" she laughed. Then she looked at me seriously. "Serious?"

I nodded.

"If you do that with girls your age, you will probably scare them. It's really for later."

"Well?" I knew I could still win by playing dumb.

She looked heavenward for a step Mummy, then turned with a giggle. "O.K. Just once! Show me what happened."

I knelt beside her and pressed my lips against hers and jabbed my tongue at her lipstick-coated lips. It was clumsy. And I could feel her suppress a giggle.

""That's good, honey. But ... well, like this."

She turned me around and put her arms around me and cradled me in her arms. Her soft lips found mine and I tasted her lipstick as she moved her lips gently against my own. Then the tip of her tongue touched my lips, very lightly. I opened my mouth against her lips. Her tongue pointed out a little further and moved along my upper lip, then slipped into my mouth. That lightning bolt I had felt earlier occurred again. From head to toes, I was one live wire of trembling electricity. She pressed her tongue deeper.

"You should move your tongue against mine, if we were doing this seriously, but 'how was that?'"

"Oh, great! That's what it felt like. Sorry I didn't do it right." It took my breath away, this French kissing. I was a tingling sack of nerve endings sitting next to my step Mom.

We talked about a couple other things. Perhaps we were both coming down from some excitement peak.

"I think I could do that better," I said, hopefully.

She laughed and held her lips out to me.

I wrapped my arms around her neck and began a long and passionate 13 year-old's kiss. I tasted the lipstick, long and happily. Her lips tasted better than any sweet I had ever eaten in my life. I lingered, moving my lips against her full sensual lips. My tongue was eager, but controlled, as it tentatively touched the inside of her lips, then found her tongue. Our tongues played and began a dance which strictly speaking, was in forbidden territory.

I felt her suck briefly on my tongue as I explored the warm moist cavern of her mouth. Of course it was all in the line of duty for a lesson. Every nerve ending in my body was alert and tingling. My dick was once more hard and jutting through the opening of my pajamas. The first bolt of lightning hit nearby, just as she decided to stop me.

"Oh, wow! You're going to be something, my Prince!" She beamed at me, her smile broad and her hands firm in pushing me to a safer distance.

"Was it O.K?" I wanted to know.

"It was VERY O.K. Did you feel the bolt of lightning?"

We laughed at that as I nodded my head with wonder.

"One more?" I urged.

"We mustn't overdo, Prince." she said, but since she didn't pull away, I initiated another spine tingling event. As my tongue slipped across and tasted her lower lip, I recalled Moji's advice and copped a feel. My hand landed over the beautifully shaped pear of her breast neatly cradled in the perfect cup of her brassiere. I didn't dare squeeze, but just left it there for the duration of the kiss which ended when she quietly guided my hand away and left it just below her breast. I fondled the band of her brassiere about an inch wide beneath the cup.




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My hand landed over the beautifully shaped pear of her breast neatly cradled in the perfect cup of her brassiere. I didn't dare squeeze, but just left it there for the duration of the kiss which ended when she quietly guided my hand away and left it just below her breast. I fondled the band of her brassiere about an inch wide beneath the cup.

She really didn't' like lightning storms and I could see the hint of tension in her face. Another lightning flash lighted up the entire neighborhood and she pulled me close. The lights went out and she held me there tensely.

"Oh, no, no electricity!" She felt her way across the room and came back with a candle.

We sat huddled together in the candlelight, hoping the lights would come back

"Well, it's bedtime anyway. Mind sleeping in my room until the lightning stops?"

And so we went to bed in the big bed in my Momsie's room. She found one of my father's dress shirts for sleeping and we climbed into bed as the storm raged outside. Lightning flashes drove her into my arms trembling and fearful.

I noticed she had not removed her pantyhose and I could hear her legs rubbing together when she moved. I moved my legs closer and enjoyed the silky pantyhose against my legs. She was curled up like a spoon behind me, her arms around me. Her warm breath teased my neck. She put her hand on my stomach and I felt her fingers graze the wispy beginning of a patch of hair at my crotch.

"Today you are a man, Prince. How do you feel?" Her fingers actually grazed the base of my cock and I really did feel like a man. It was a perfect little caress, full of love and meaning.

"Great!" I snuggled my butt back against her, enjoying the thrill of touching a woman wrapped in taut and silky nylons. It was a thrill I would never forget, nor would I ever tire of feeling it.

The storm died down and my Momsie slept soundly. She had rolled over and faced away from me. I took the spoon position behind her and my erect dick prodded her silky round bottom. I couldn't decide where to put my hands. I tried putting them on the smooth curve of her hips and felt the rolled edge of her panty line arching down toward her pussy. I toyed with it, letting my fingers carefully handle her. I stopped and held my breath, thinking I had been caught.

"Tickles," she giggled.

She was soon back to sleep, though. I was too excited to think of sleeping and the warmth and silkiness of her body wherever we touched was so extremely thrilling. I had the thought that heaven must be terrific if it was better than this. I explored the mysteries of her brassiere straps along her shoulders and back. I was dying to unsnap the complicated snap and see what happened when her bra came away from those swaying breasts.

Dear Diary:

"Poor Prince. He tried out his newfound French kissing ability with Mercy. And Mercy slapped his face very hard and sent him packing. To be fair, I warned him that it would scare her. The younger girls in the neighborhood are kind of advanced for there age in the first place, but Mercy is only 13. Good grief, I hope she doesn't alarm her Momsie again and they send the police down here to arrest poor Prince. He was very contrite and very sweet about it, even though Deborah was here when he arrived and so he took a terrible amount of kidding.

But that isn't the worst of it. Unfortunately, Deborah and I got reminiscing about practice kissing when we were that age. That led to demonstrations and Prince may have sneaked down and caught us experimenting again. At our age, you would think we would be smarter than that, but, alas..."

And she was right. I did catch them. I could recall that day as if it were yesterday; the sun setting through the dormer window in Mercy's room; the books strewn on the bed where we had been studying together for two hours; the glimpse of panties under her skirt as she sat on the bed with one leg tucked under her and the other straight out I don't know how girls sit that way anyway, but it really kept me distracted; I remember that. The shadow between her legs varied with her position, but even if I had to imagine because the shadow darkened, those pretty blue panties beckoned like, well, like I don't know what...

"Show me your panties!" I whispered.

She put her finger to her lips and rolled her eyes toward the door. Then she giggled devilishly and went to the door to listen for her Momsie's movements. Then standing just inside the door, she raised her skirt to the top of her thighs and curtsied with a devilish grin, her eyes boring into mine.




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She put her finger to her lips and rolled her eyes toward the door. Then she giggled devilishly and went to the door to listen for her step Mom's movements. Then standing just inside the door, she raised her skirt to the top of her thighs and curtsied with a devilish grin, her eyes boring into mine.

"More!" I urged in a whisper once again.

She shook her head and motioned to me.

I stood and looked out the window, turned away from it and unzipped my jeans. My shorts showed white through the gaping fly. My cock pushed the white flag of my y-fronts through the gap.

She looked over her shoulder, down the hallway, and raised a little more skirt, showing the tiniest bit of panty. She nodded her head indicating I had to show more before she would.

I pulled my cock free and it jutted red and hard into the cool air.

At last, she raised the skirt all the wayup and my eyes devoured the pale blue panties, lace at the legs and the waist. The cloth was taut over the scant hair patch of her mound. It seemed split in the middle where it revealed the beginning trace of her slit.

Her eyes danced with a sort of serious look as they darted between my eyes and my raging cock. It was a thrilling step Mummy and we held our show-off positions for a minute or two. I could see that her face was flushed bright red and I was sure that mine was too. Slowly, she lowered the skirt until only her mound showed.

I groaned and begged with my eyes until she raised it one more time. She pretended extreme impatience with me, and then dropped the curtain on my dreams.

We resumed our places on the bed, me with a raging erection forcefully jammed into tight jeans, her with the elegant flouncing skirt of a reigning princess.

'Why don't we play chess, for awhile?" she asked.

"I should be going." I said half-heartedly.

"Afraid of getting beat?" she teased me, her smile beaming.

"OK, you're on."

The chess board was set up on a tiny table in her dainty room. As we sat down and she turned the board toward me to open, she whispered:

"step Mom bought them for me today. Aren't they pretty?"

Knowing she was talking about her panties to make me blush, I answered. "Yes. Very." in a quiet nod.

"Nylon, not cotton!" she said rather proudly. "Here, feel." Mercy grabbed my hand and pushed it under her skirt until my finger tips could feel the nylon and the elastic at her leg. I tried to move to her mound, but she pushed me away.

"If you lose a piece you have to kiss the winner? OK?" she challenged.

I nodded and moved a pawn.

Each time one of us lost a piece, we leaned across the table and exchanged a quick kiss in the middle.

We had exchanged kisses several times before I won one of her Knights. I thought it called for more than just a little kiss.

Again we leaned close. I could feel her breath. Our lips touched and I let my tongue slip out and make contact with her virginal lips.

I saw stars. I mean actual stars appeared before my eyes.

"What are you ... doing?" She demanded, her eyes wide with astonishment and consternation.

"Sorry... " I squirmed, rubbing my cheekbone where her blow had landed.

"That's ... gross!" she hissed.

I knew there was no way to discuss this with her step Mom downstairs ready to pounce and so I gathered up my books.

"Is everything all right up there? What was that noise?" her step Mom called from downstairs.

"No, we're alright. I just slammed my book. I have to be home early," I called, hoping to forestall her coming upstairs.

Luckily, I had my books pulled together before the formidable figure rounded into the room to make sure we were all right. I hurried past her with a "Good Night, Mrs. Balogun. Thanks for the cake."

"Good night, Prince, do come back." she murmured.




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Luckily, I had my books pulled together before the formidable figure rounded into the room to make sure we were all right. I hurried past her with a "Good Night, Mrs. Balogun. Thanks for the cake."

"Good night, Prince, do come back." she murmured.

My face was still stinging when I got home and I gave it a good rub trying to even out any redness that might show. I hurried past Auntie Deborah's car in the driveway. That could be good or bad. Maybe they would be busy and not notice me coming in; or bad -- they could both be there to inspect me.

"What happened to your face?" Auntie Deborah said, a shocked look on her face.

My Momsie showed up from the kitchen and they both stood looking astonished at my face.

I pretended nothing happened of course.

"What? Nuthin, '" I mumbled, making a fuss with the stack of books.

"Honey, you're going to have a shiner, there. Here let me kiss it better." Deborah giggled. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I felt the lipstick against the small knot on my cheek.

"Prince... ?" My Momsie now joined the examination. "Are you alright?"

She forced me into a chair so she could examine me properly. She wasn't going to be put off, I knew that.

"Oh, is it red?" I asked innocently, while trying to think.

"Is it red? I'm telling you it's red."

"Oh, we were playing chess."

"And..."

"Well ... Mercy got mad when I won and she slapped me."

They waited silently, not buying it.

"Well ... OK, but no big deal! I kissed her."

They started with medium-sized grins. Those perfect mouths, wide with pearly white teeth, two red lipsticked pairs of lips and those pretty brown eyes staring me down, it was more than I could take. I could feel the crooked grin breaking out on my face.

The pretty smiles of my Momsie and her sister broke into face-breaking, laughing grins and they tumbled into the chair on top of me. Both of them. Giggling and tickling my ribs as their soft and lovely bodies settled onto me. I was covered with kisses and hugs from my two very best friends.

"Oh, Prince, your first slap from a girl!"

"And we were here!"

"Oh my God. Did her Momsie find out?"

"I don't think so. I just came right home."

Prince just how did you kiss her?" my Momsie said suspiciously.

I didn't have to answer.

Prince, I told you that would scare Mercy!" There was pity in her voice.

Some of the younger girls taught him to French the other night, Deborah!"

"Ohhhh, Prince, you devil."

I let both hands drift upward until I was close to their breasts. I had found that that was one way to get them to get off my lap when I wanted them to. They got up and fell to reminiscing.

"Oh, god, Esther, remember when we used to practice with each other? I haven't had a French kiss from you in, what twenty years?"

"More than that! And you are talking out of school! Prince isn't interested in what we did."

'Wait. Yes I am. You mean you used to practice kissing?"

Momsie shrugged her shoulders and put it off as nothing, trying to shut her sister up.

"Even more, Prince!"

"More?" I really didn't know what the hell she was talking about.

"Oh, Deborah, come now." Momsie's face was scarlet, though, so I knew there was a story there.




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