My cock stood straight out, and when mom saw it, she just told me to lock the door. I don't want your sister to see you like that she said, stepping o...t of the shower. I was so ashamed and couldn't say a word, just mumbling looking at the floor. No worries said mum, you are growing and start to become a man, so it's completely natural to get hard like this. She watched my cock and sat down on the toilet where I just was seated. Come here quick she said, before your sis is coming for a shower. I. .. I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten from you."Oops, I misspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter segments, along with the ability to branch off in a different direction on the very probable chance of us getting bored and cutting our losses at a specific part in one of these stories in order to take another route."I've said it once, and I'll say it again. This place. He gently caressed my shoulder and let his hand slide from the top to my wrist. Ever so slowly. His warm fingertips sliding down on my arm made me shiver a little. He grabbed my wrist firmly and pulled me towards him. My boobs were pressed against his chest and I could feel the heat from our two bodies flowing from one to the other. I looked up to his face, he grabbed the back of my neck and started forcefully making out with me. It felt so good to finally give in. He bit my neck gently as he. “You’re everything, Celine,” he said, his forehead coming down to lean against mine. “Everything.”“You’re making me cry,” I said, and it was true; I was dangerously close to bawling. I’d never been so emotional in my fucking life. This was what I’d been searching for: this completeness, this wholeness, this fullness. I’d been so lost without him, but right there in that crowded farmer’s market, the pervert with my keys in his hand, grabbing my bag and yanking me to a halt, right there my life.