"You are doing very well"
"Thank you. May I continue?"
"Yes."
Now, my finger ran in a circle around the base of mom's breast. The circles got smaller as I worked my way up her modest cone. Her body remained rigid and tense, but her breathing was deeper.
I felt the skin texture change. I was at her areola. I felt the edge and the tiny bumps. I slowly moved around two or three times, then let my finger brush her n****e. It was hard and long.
"You seem to have a gift for this. There's hope for you."
I took my fingers off her skin, waited for a second, and then lightly grasped her n****e with my thumb and index finger, squeezing, just a little, feeling it lengthen and grow firm. Mother stifled a gasp.
"Yes, yes, you are doing well, Jimmy. Now, um, we should probably move lower. Once aga
