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mother’s hand around it. And if her hand was around it, that meant
it was safe.
    I watched curiously as she continued to
stroke him, their mouths locked together in an intimate kiss. He
seemed to be enjoying it as much as she had enjoyed his hand on
her. And they were kissing and smiling.
    This was different than what I thought sex
would be. I had thought it would be a serious thing, something you
put up with because you wanted a baby. But here were Mom and Shane
having fun doing it, being playful with each other like they were
other times, like when they played in the pool, and he tried to
dunk her, and she was giggling and splashing him in the face. My
curiosity increased as I realized there was more to this sex thing
than I’d thought.
    I was starting to get used to my mom’s hand
on Shane’s stiff penis, when she shifted her body down and kissed
it, then took it into her mouth.
    My jaw dropped again, my brain refusing to
believe my eyes. That was disgusting! Licking him where he peed
from? Yuck!
    But as I watched, her head began to move, so
that his penis slid in and out of her, and she got a look on her
face like she was enjoying it. As a matter of fact, her face looked
a lot like the times when she would get out my baby pictures and
stare at them, smiling and getting all teary eyed before she took
me in her arms and hugged me.
    My mind was reeling. My mother was licking
Shane where he peed, and she was enjoying it!
    And so was he. Very much. He was lying back
on the pillow with his eyes closed and a look of contentment on his
face, making pleasant sighing sounds as his body twitched.
    But even though I could see how much my mom
enjoyed doing this, I knew I never could. I tried to imagine myself
leaning over and taking Mark’s penis into my mouth, and I giggled
from the thought. Nope, not going to happen.
    Ever.
    And I lived up to that promise, until I was
sixteen and in the backseat of Joey Fatone’s Camaro parked out by
the reservoir. It was then I finally understood my Mom’s blissful
expression from the video.
    I gave Joey a lot more than a blowjob that
summer, and as I lay in his back seat crying out my pleasure from
the exquisite feeling of having my first orgasm with my pussy
stuffed full of cock, I knew how my mother felt later in the video,
when she did the same as Shane fucked her.
    Watching that video changed how I looked at
Shane from then on. He was still the same nice guy, but he was also
a man, with desires and needs. And I had witnessed how his desire
for my mother was intertwined with his love for her. And I finally
understood what sex was about.
    When Mom died, we were both inconsolable with
grief. I was fourteen, which is a rough age anyway for a teenage
girl. I shut down and stayed in my room, and Shane, grieving also,
allowed me the space I needed. We were separate during that time,
but it was a separation with understanding, and we both knew we
would find each other again.
    It was to his credit that he stuck around. He
could have left me to be raised by one of my aunts, but he fought
to keep me, and I was happy he did. On the day he was legally
granted guardianship, we went out to dinner to celebrate.
    It was at the end of our grieving period when
I had my revelation. It occurred to me that I was my mother’s
daughter, and I was created to eventually take her place in this
world. That eventuality had come sooner than anyone expected, but
it was still my role to play.
    I had to take my mother’s place, and that
included the role she served with Shane. I didn’t consider sex part
of the deal, at least at first. I just wanted to be there for him,
making his meals, cleaning his house, doing his laundry, being
there when he needed to talk. All those things my mom used to do
for him.
    And I did. I moved into her role and became
the woman of the house. When Shane came home from work, it would be
me he would talk to, telling me about his day. When he finished
building a birdhouse, it was me he