She didn't even know what she looked like with a bush, and she didn't care to know either. That night, after dinner, Clair called Lilly over to her, and told her to meet her in the bathroom. "Lilly," she said softly "I'm afraid I've disappointed you, I've failed in my job as a mother." "What?" Lily said, surprised "you're a great mom, mom." "No, I've failed to do one of the most important things a mother should do for her daughter- teach her how to shave." "But I don't want to shave mom, its a lot of work and I feel fine with the hair." Clair couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Alright young lady. If you don't want to shave, that's fine, but I am going to shave you. I don't want to have to look at that unsightly hair again while we're at this beach. Now take off your shirt and your pants. Lilly complied, unzipping her tight jeans and slipping her blouse over her head. Clair stepped back to admire her daughter. She was the picture of blossoming womanhood, with her mother's. He was knelt in-between my legs now, a finger tracing my damp pussy lips. I began to feel really nervous, again questioning my decision. I felt one finger slowly stroking my hole, sending goose bumps through me. All my worries evaporated. I reached up and grabbed Scott’s face, kissing him passionately, my tongue probing his mouth. I let a hand reach towards his crotch, gently touching his raging erection through the material of his boxers. He caught on, silently understanding what I meant. His boxers slid onto the floor. We were both finally naked together. Scott’s hand reached into the bedside cabinet, producing a condom from a draw. He placed it into my hand. My mind frantically thought back to Miss Ludy’s sex ed lessons. I tore open the packet, trying not to giggle at the almost slimy feel of it. ‘Hey, a cock’s no different to a banana really!’ I thought. With an air of (fake) confidence, I slid the pale condom onto his penis. It was warm, throbbing oh so slightly. I lay back on.
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