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listened
intently.
    A woman giggled and said, “I can’t do this,
I’m too shy.” I realized it was my mom.
    Shane’s voice said, “It’s ok. We don’t have
to.”
    None of this was making sense to me. What
kind of Hawaii video was this?
    After a moment of silence, my mom’s voice
returned. “I think I want to.”
    “You sure?”
    “Yes. Just thinking about it is making me
excited.”
    “Me too.”
    “I can tell.” She giggled again.
    I stared at the screen, my thirteen year old
brain trying to figure it out. Why were they filming a bed?
    My mom climbed onto the bed, and my eyes
widened when I saw she was naked.
    Oddly enough, it wasn’t her being naked that
struck me as strange. I had seen her that way plenty of times, and
she never made a big deal out of it. But what surprised me was that
she was naked with Shane.
    At that time, in my immature mind, your naked
body was something you hid from boys. It had been ingrained in me
since the time I had taken all my clothes off in the middle of
preschool. Boys want to see you naked, and it was your womanly duty
to not let them.
    But here was my mom, not only naked in front
of Shane, but seemingly enjoying herself, and not covering up. And
although I kinda knew what sex was, it never occurred to me that
you had to get naked to do it. When I had fantasized about Mark
touching me between my legs, that seemed to be ok. But I could
never let him see what he was touching. That was against the
rules.
    Mom sat on the bed, leaning back against the
headboard and pillows. She was blushing, and had one arm over her
breasts and the other cupped between her legs. Much better. She was
covering the important parts.
    After a moment, she looked right above the
camera, giggled, and said, “This isn’t a solo act. Get in
here.”
    “One sec,” Shane replied, and I saw the
camera pan slightly, centering Mom in the frame. Then a dark shape
passed in front of the lens, which moved away from the camera. I
recognized it as Shane’s muscular back, which I had seen plenty of
times in our pool.
    My mouth dropped open again as he climbed up
onto the bed, and his naked butt came into view. That was something
I had never seen, nor wanted to. I clamped my eyes shut and
listened.
    I heard the bed shifting, then some kissing
sounds. I had seen Mom and Shane kiss before, so I opened my eyes.
Mom was lying on her back, slightly turned towards Shane as he lay
at her side. Their bodies were pressed together as they kissed, and
the sheet was covering his butt, so it was ok to keep watching.
    His hand was running up and down her back,
sliding up onto her butt and squeezing her there. Her arms were
around him, pulling him down to her. I could see the side of her
breast pushing out from where their bodies pressed together.
    I became aware that I was getting that
feeling again. The same one I had with Mark. I felt tingly all over
and there was a tightening in my belly, as if I was going to be
sick, but it didn’t hurt at all. And the wetness was there
again.
    They stopped kissing and smiled at each
other.
    “I love you so much,” Mom said.
    “And I love you, my sweet.”
    This was their typical mushy talk, which I
usually got grossed out from, but now I watched them with
fascination.
    “Are you relaxed now?” Shane asked.
    “Mm,” Mom replied, “I feel good. Let’s make a
movie starring us.”
    “You’ll always be my star.”
    They kissed again, and Shane’s hand trailed
down over her hip, crossing over to her front. She turned her hips
to give him room between them, and his hand slid between her legs,
cupping her there. She sighed and spread her thighs as his hand
moved slowly between them.
    I stared at the screen, my eyes as wide as
saucers. What were they doing? Is that what Mark wanted to do to
me?
    They continued to kiss, and I noticed that
Shane had slipped one finger between the lips of her poony, and was
pressing it deep. And from her reaction, she was enjoying it very
much.
    They