“Any other advice?” Becky asked.
“You’re really thinking about it.” Mom giggled.
“What tipped you off?” Becky giggled, flexing her erection so that it bounced up and down, something all new dickgirls seemed to find funny to do.
“Motherly intuition of course! But as far as doing the deed? Just be careful with yourself. It’s not going to be like prom night or anything, it’s just a little fun. Shaped girls are more resilient mentally to what unshaped ones would consider “bad” sex.” Mom said.
Becky nodded and pinched her foreskin’s pucker saying,”Think I should bust her cherry on my fingers or something? I’m freaked the fuck out after what happened to Susie.”
“You definitely want to do it on your cock, if for no other reason than you may need both hands free.” Mom advised,”But it sounds like Susie was a freak accident, the result of them both being tight and forcing things.”
“I’m still pretty fucking tight.” Becky said demonstrating by pulling down on her foreskin and showing how the angry blue-purple tip only barely showed before being swallowed up again when she let go.
“Hey, I get it. If you don’t want to then don’t. One of her little friends will do the deed if her fingers don’t.” Mom shrugged.
“How did Mrs. Wyler pop her girls?” Becky asked.
“Pounced on them in bed, thrust hard, held on until they stopped fighting and pulled out. She tells me she got both on the same hard on in the same day.” Mom said casually.
“Fuck. My hero.” Becky giggled.
“It’s very fashionable.”
“So I hear.”
“So you think you’re gonna do it?”