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Moms Oral Workshop

Moms Oral Workshop

The kitchen hummed with soft, rhythmic sounds as Carol meticulously chopped vegetables for dinner. Her knife moved swiftly and precisely, dividing carrots, celery, and bell peppers into uniform pieces. The setting sun casts a warm glow through the window, painting the kitchen walls with golden hues.

As she worked, Carol sensed a presence behind her. Turning, she saw her daughter Annie flitting nervously in the doorway. The girl's emerald eyes darted around the room, avoiding contact with her mothers. Carol put down her knife and wiped her hands on her apron.

"Annie? What's the matter, honey?" she asked, her voice gentle and filled with concern.

Annie remained silent, biting her lower lip. Carol knew her daughter too well not to see when something was troubling her. She patiently waited for Annie to speak, not wanting to push her.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Annie faltered and turned to face her mother. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her hands trembled.

"I... I have some questions," she began, her voice barely above a whisper.

Carol's heart skipped a beat. She had a feeling she knew what this was about.

"Sure, sweetheart. What is it?" she prompted, her voice calm and encouraged.

Annie hesitated once more before finally letting out a deep sigh and confessing what was weighing heavily on her mind.

"Ok, so... Mum, there's something I want to ask you about sex." The words spilled from her lips hesitantly as she ...

... averted her gaze, clearly embarrassed by the admission. Carol raised an eyebrow in surprise but remained calm and composed, assuring Annie that it was alright to discuss such matters with her mother.

"What exactly would you like to know?" She asked gently, trying not to jump to conclusions or make assumptions about what might be troubling her daughter.

Annie took a deep breath before plunging ahead with her question.

"I... I want to know how to give a blowjob."

Carol blinked, taken aback by her daughter's suddenness. She quickly recovered, however, and gave Annie a knowing smile.

"Ah, I see. Well, I'm glad you came to me with this. I'm always happy to talk about anything with you."

She pulled out a chair at the kitchen table and gestured for Annie to sit down. The girl complied, her eyes still downcast. Carol took a seat opposite her daughter and reached out to take her hand.

She knew her daughter was sexually active and had been for a few months now. They never really talked about it, but Carol knew. She also had heard them make love more than once through the thin walls of their apartment. It really was alright, as her boyfriend was a sweet guy who was treating her well.

"Does John... does he go down on you?" Carol asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Annie's face turned a deep shade of crimson, and she looked down at her hands, twisting them nervously in her lap. Carol's heart sank. The answer was evident even before Annie spoke.

"Yes," Annie ...