Carol and Annie had not spoken about their little training lesson from a week ago, but Carol had not forgotten about it. It was one of those things that seemed to linger at the back of her mind, something they both knew was there but never brought up again.

In the late evening, Carol was surprised to see Annie entering the living room. Usually, she would be sleeping by this time, as she had to wake up early for work. She watched as her daughter walked towards her, wearing a tight t-shirt for bed and only a pair of pink panties. Carol felt a surge of pride at the sight of her daughter's body, she had truly become a beautiful woman.

"Hey sweetie, what's up," Carol said smiling at her.

"Can't sleep, dunno why," Annie answered sitting down beside her mother.

They started talking, catching up on their days, and as the conversation flowed from one topic to another, Carol felt herself growing more relaxed in her daughter's company. There was something different about them these days; a newfound intimacy that seemed to make everything else fade away into insignificance.

After some time, Annie snuggled closer to Carol, resting her head on her mother's shoulder as she spoke softly, "Mom, I did it."

Carol blinked in surprise, not quite sure what her daughter was referring to at first. Then realization dawned on her, and she swallowed hard before replying with a calm voice, "Did what, sweetheart?"

Annie hesitated for a moment before continuing, "You know, with John," she said, her voice low and calm. Carol's heart started racing; she could feel the heat in her cheeks as she said, "Oh, I see."

There was an awkward silence between them as they both waited for Annie to continue. Finally, Annie broke the tension with a soft laugh. "It was, well, short," she giggled nervously.

Carol couldn't help but smile at her daughter's attempt to lighten the mood. She placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, offering comfort and reassurance in equal measure.

"That's alright, sweetheart," Carol said soothingly. "That is a good sign, isn't it?" Carol asked softly, her voice filled with warmth and affection for her daughter.

Annie nodded enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she continued, "He could not believe how good I was!" She gushed, clearly proud of herself for the way things had gone.

Annie snuggled closer to Carol, her cheeks flushed from a mixture of excitement and embarrassment as she spoke in a hushed tone. "I really like it, even the taste of the… you know..."

Carol's heart raced in her chest at the words, and she could feel a warm flush creeping up her neck and into her face. She swallowed hard before replying with as calm a voice as she could muster.

"Oh, really, so he did... inside your mouth?" Carol asked hesitantly.

Annie's laughter filled the room, light and carefree. "He surprised me," she admitted with a chuckle, "But I spit it out."

Annie continued, "The first time, at least."

Carol looked at Annie with wide eyes, her mind reeling from the new information. "The first time?" she asked incredulously.

"Yeah," Annie replied nonchalantly as if it was perfectly normal for her to blow her boyfriend. "I... we did it like every day, twice." Her head getting deep red, she added, "between the normal stuff, of course."

"Of course," Carol nodded, her breath catching in her throat as she listened as her daughter recounted more of the intimate details of her oral exploration.

Carol's jaw had dropped, her mind racing to process the situation. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and she fought hard to keep her emotions from showing on her face.

"Oh, wow," was all she managed to say, barely audible above the sound of her own racing pulse.

Annie studied Carol's expression for a moment before asking hesitantly, "Is that a bad thing?"

Carol took a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm and collected as she replied with a gentle smile.

"No, sweetheart, not at all." She paused for a moment before continuing, "As long as you're enjoying yourself and feeling safe, then there's nothing wrong with exploring…"

Annie nodded enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with excitement at Carol's response.

"I am," she assured her mother, "I really love doing it... And Mom, after, you know... I do it with my mouth. He can go for so long; it's just... Wow."

Carol looked at her daughter in a surprised look, not sure how to react to this new openness of her little girl.

The silence that followed was thick and a little uncomfortable; an almost touchable tension filled the air between mother and daughter as they both blushed hard, their faces burning red in the dim light of the living room. Carol could feel her own body reacting to the situation, a warm flush spreading from her chest up into her face and neck. She couldn't help but notice Annie's own reaction as well - her nipples were hard and poking into Carol's side, a stark reminder of the spicy topic.

"Well, good, I'm glad you are having fun, sweetie," Carol broke the silence, giving Annie a reassuring smile.

"There is something else, Mom." Annie fidgeted, clearly nervous about the revelation she was about to share. "So," she began hesitantly, looking directly into her mother's eyes for support, "I gotta tell you..." She paused momentarily, taking a deep breath before continuing in a near whisper, "I kind of told him you showed me how to go at it."

Carol felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her; her heart raced, and she could barely breathe. The realization that John now knew about their private lessons struck her like a blow to the gut. She tried desperately to compose herself, searching for the right words to respond without betraying her shock or dismay.

"Annie," she finally managed to say softly, "that was just between us, remember?" Her voice trembled slightly with emotion as she spoke. The idea that their secret bond had been exposed made Carol feel vulnerable and exposed herself.

Annie's eyes widened in genuine remorse; the guilt written all over her face told a story of its own.

"I didn't mean to," she stammered, her voice barely audible above the sound of her rapid breathing. "It just came out after we did it yesterday."

Carol took a moment to absorb this new information; she felt a wave of confusion wash over her. What had possessed Annie to reveal their secret? Was she trying to impress John, or had she simply forgotten how private their lessons had been? Was it in the heat of the moment? Carol knew that she needed to tread carefully here – anger would only drive Annie further away and destroy the trust they'd built together.

Taking a deep breath, Carol tried her best to maintain a calm exterior as she replied, "Annie, it's alright. We can't unsay what has been said, but I need you to understand that what we did was meant to be our little secret." She paused for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "If John knows now, he knows, but please promise me you won't tell anyone else."

Annie nodded solemnly, the remorse evident in her eyes as she whispered, "I promise, Mom." There was an unspoken understanding between them that this would be a turning point in their relationship—one that could never quite go back to how it was before.

The silence that followed stretched out like molasses; neither mother nor daughter knew quite what to say or do next. It was as if the world had slowed down around them, leaving only the sound of their shallow breaths and racing hearts for company. Eventually, Carol managed to find her voice again.

"Annie," she began softly, "I need you to know I will always be here for you—as your mother and as a friend." She reached out with one hand to gently cup Annie's cheek in her palm, feeling the warmth of her daughter's skin against her own.

Annie let out a shaky breath, tears welling up in her eyes at Carol's words of reassurance. "Thank you, I'm sorry," she whispered, leaning into the comforting touch of her mother's hand on her face. It was in moments like these that Carol realized just how much she loved her daughter, and how precious their bond truly was.

"It's alright, sweetheart," she said, planting a kiss on Annie's forehead. Knowing she would not be able to forget about that conversation for quite some time.

On the following Saturday evening, Carol had been engrossed in her book for hours, completely lost in its pages, as she lay sprawled across her bed. The sound of her bedroom door creaking open startled her back to reality; she looked up to find Annie standing in the doorway, a curious expression on her face.

"Hey, Mom," Annie whispered, "can I come in?" Carol's heart skipped a beat as she hesitated for just a moment before nodding and inviting her daughter into the room. She didn't bother to sit up or adjust her position; instead, she simply watched with growing curiosity as Annie entered the room.

To her surprise, Annie was not alone. John walked behind her, his eyes fixed on Carol's face as he smiled shyly.

"Hey, Mrs. Smith," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Carol's heart skipped another beat at the sight of him; she hadn't expected to see John inside her bedroom, ever.

Annie closed the door softly behind them and approached her mother with an air of confidence. She wore nothing but a thin t-shirt that hung low on her hips, exposing her stomach and belly button ring. Her shorts were also extremely short, leaving little to the imagination as she moved towards Carol's bed.

Carol watched in stunned silence as John followed Annie further into the room. He too was hardly dressed, his boxers barely able to cover the bulge of his manhood. Carol's eyes widened slightly at the sight; she couldn't help but feel a surge of embarrassment and nervousness at being caught off guard like this.

Annie reached her mother's bedside and sat down gently beside her. She leaned in close to whisper something in her mother's ear, but before Carol could protest, Annie placed her finger over her lips, silencing her.

"Hear me out, Mom," Annie said softly, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Carol blinked slowly; she was taken aback by the sudden request. "What is it, honey?" she asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Annie smiled slyly. "I think I'd like another lesson," she said, her eyes sparkling excitedly. "But this time, on John instead of just that stupid cucumber."

Carol's mouth dropped open in shock as Annie continued to explain herself. She couldn't believe what she was hearing; she thought back to their previous conversation and wondered where her daughter had gotten such a wild idea from.

"Absolutely not!" Carol found her voice again.

"But... but Mom," Annie said softly. "It's no big deal."

'No big deal.' Carol felt a wave of unease wash over her as she thought about her daughter's words.

Annie reached out and placed her hand gently on Carol's arm. "Please, Mom," she said softly, her eyes locked onto hers. "I promise It will be fun."

Carol hesitated for just a moment before nodding slowly. She had no idea why, but all of a sudden she was drawn in by the idea.

Annie smiled triumphantly as Carol gave in. She leaned forward and gently kissed her mother's cheek, whispering, "Thank you," softly into her ear before standing up and moving towards John.

Carol watched in silence as Annie undid John's boxers, freeing his cock from its confinement. It was as long and thick as Annie had alluded to before, already hardening with anticipation as it sprang forth. Carol felt a flutter of excitement in her chest at the sight; she couldn't believe what was happening right before her eyes.

Annie took hold of John's cock and began to stroke it gently, her eyes fixed on his face as he watched her with rapt attention. Carol's gaze drifted from Annie's hands to John's face, seeing a mixture of excitement and nervousness written across his features.

After a few moments of gentle stroking, Annie looked up at her mother with a sly smile.

"Come here," she whispered softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Carol moved hesitantly towards the side of the bed, feeling as though she was walking on ice.

As soon as she reached Annie's side, John sat down on the bed, his erection standing tall as he leaned back on his hands. Annie wrapped one hand around his member and pulled him closer to her mouth.

"Watch me," she whispered in her mother's ear, her voice husky with arousal. Putting several kisses on it, Annie moved back, letting go of him. Under both John and Carol's eyes, Annie reached under the hem and put her shirt over her head, revealing her young, perky breasts beneath.

"That's better," Annie said, throwing the garment to the side, smiling while getting hold of John's manhood again.

As Annie continued to stroke John's cock, Carol felt herself drawn in by the sight. Her gaze drifted from John's face to his penis, watching as Annie wrapped her fingers around its base and began to jerk it slowly.

Carol watched as Annie licked John's shaft, her tongue following the prominent veins, before sucking him the way Carol had told her to. The sight sent a thrill through Carol's body; she felt herself growing wetter by the second. She couldn't believe that this was happening – that her own daughter was giving her boyfriend a blowjob right in front of her eyes.

After several minutes of Carol watching Annie pleasure John, her eyes were glued to the slick skin of John's impressive shaft disappearing in her daughter's mouth.

"This is his favorite part," Annie said, after plopping John's cock out of her saliva-smeared mouth. "I can make him come like this so fast." Annie giggled a little before getting back to it.

Carol licked her lips at the sight of Annie caressing John's balls like a pro. She couldn't help but notice how skilled her daughter was – it was as if she had been doing this for years, not just weeks.

"You're doing great," Carol said softly, trying to sound supportive and encouraging. "Just keep going."

Annie nodded, her eyes fixed on John's face as she continued to work his cock with her hands. Sucking his balls into her mouth one by one, caressing them with her skillful tongue. The sight made Carol smile, as she had not told her any of that. Her eyes were glued to the scene in front of her as Annie stroked John's shaft with practiced fingers, replacing them with her lips again, going deep. The way John was responding to her, well, he certainly seemed to be enjoying himself.

Carol watched in awe as Annie continued to deepthroat John's cock, her eyes fixed on his face as she struggled to contain his thick member within her mouth. She could tell that he was getting close—the way his body tensed up and his breathing quickened told a story of its own.

As Annie slowly stopped sucking him, Carol felt a thrill run through her body at the sight of John's glistening cock being released from her daughter's lips. With a sheepish grin forming on her face, Annie held Johns's cock, before pointing it towards her mother. Annie looked up at Carol, seeing the hesitation written across her mother's face.

"Come on, Mom," she whispered softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know you want to."

Carol felt herself melting under Annie's gaze; she couldn't resist the desire to give in and do as her daughter asked. She leaned forward slightly, her lips parting as she moved in on John's cock. Taking in the combined scent of Annie's saliva, her perfume, and the brain-melting odor of John's member. Her eyes closed as she dove into it.

All of a sudden, Carol found herself lying in her bed, bathed in sweat, breathing heavily as if she had just run a marathon. A book was lying open on her belly, its pages fluttering in the breeze from the ceiling fan above. She looked around the room, disoriented and confused.

"What... what happened?" Carol almost screamed, trying to piece together the fragments of her memory. Her eyes scanned the room frantically, searching for some sort of clue as to where she was and how she had gotten there.

Suddenly, memories began flooding back to her - memories of Annie standing in front of her, holding John's cock; memories of John's face as he watched her daughter suck him off; memories of Carol herself lusting for that same cock. Her heart was racing, and she felt a wave of shame wash over her.

"Oh God," Carol groaned softly to herself, clutching at the sheets in embarrassment. She couldn't believe what had happened - or rather, what did not happen.

Carol's heart skipped a beat as she sat up in bed, still trying to process the memories of her vivid dream. The room was bathed in darkness, illuminated only by the faint light filtering in from the window.

Before she could even register what was happening, the door busted open and Annie and John stormed into the room, concern etched on their faces.

"Mom, we heard a scream coming from your room," Annie said urgently, her eyes scanning Carol's face for any sign of distress.

Carol took in the sight before her—they were wearing almost the same few clothes as they did in her dream. The realization sent a thrill through her body, as she started questioning her sanity.

She swallowed hard before responding, trying to compose herself.

"I'm alright," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just a bad dream." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "It's nothing."

Annie and John exchanged a worried glance, clearly unconvinced by Carol's reassurances. Annie took a step closer to the bed, her eyes locked on her mother's face. "Are you sure?" she asked softly, her voice filled with concern.

Carol nodded slowly, trying to reassure them that everything was fine. She managed a weak smile as Annie and John exchanged a brief...