As we drove up and up the mountain, George told me about the summer he turned 19.
He has two sisters, one older and the other younger. His older sister, Deedee, was something of a sexual predator, and he knew she had a lot of experience. She was always forgetting to button or zip something and often wandered around with no underwear. She gave him long glances and didn't look away when he looked back at here. They both were 5'10", the same piercing blue eyes and black hair. Handsome people.
The younger sister, Joan, was 18 and not included in their sort of mutual admiration club. Joan had been a total accident, and for a while Papa wondered if she was the spawn of his brother William. So poor Joan wasn't included in the inner circle. She was the outsider.
At 19, George was still a virgin. And he was a momma's boy. They were very close. He was tender hearted and hated when his father insisted on taking him hunting. He hated to kill things. After one such awful expedition, he told her...he was a virgin. He felt like such a failure. Couldn't kill anything and hadn't even scored with a woman.
"Oh darling, I understand. There aren't many girls around, and since you've not dated much, I think you might be getting a bit shy."
Mama gave him a kiss on the cheek and he began to cry. She held him close, his head on her enormous breasts. She rocked him to and fro....and began to plan how to help him lose his virginity.
That night in bed with Papa, Mama asked him if he'd had "the talk" with Georgie. "Did you know he is still a virgin at 19?"
Papa replied, "I had no idea!"
Mama looked him straight in the eyes. "Papa, when we met, you were not a very good lover, but you were a good student. I think you need to spend some time with our son and teach him how to be a good lover. He needs to be experienced before he goes back to college in September"
Papa lay there, idly fondling his semi hard cock....trying to visualize how to "teach" Georgie how to be a good lover.
