In the gray darkness, I found his lips, kissing them gently but still not the way a mother should kiss."Touch my breasts, Ernie."I felt a hand tentati...ely moving against my blouse, heading toward my mammeries. His hands were surprisingly gentle for a football player. Did that mean he was destined to be gentle with women, or was it just because I was his mother and he was afraid? A breast receded under his soft squeeze."Under my blouse, Ernie."A pull on the bottom of the blouse told him that it. Earlier that day, When he came to pick me up for school, he was early I was still in bed waking up. We had breakfast together and I shared him about my new boyfriend and how he always wants to take me in his room. Also, i changed in-front of him ( old habits) as I dressed up with my uniform which was blue checked skirts and White shirt. I also saw him starring at me.Next morning; I usually get up wet due to maybe all those changes in hormones and age. I was covered with blankets and my hands. "Oh of course, sweety. Multiple times." I know I shouldn't have lied and instead given him some pointers, constructive critique, or tried to subtly fit all that in another session but I just couldn't bring myself to it.I hurriedly made my way out the door and told him I'd call him, knowing I never would. I got into my car and floored it home, absolutely disappointed in myself and my behaviour. It wasn't the fact that I slept with a random, I've done it before it was just the whole experience,. .. when you’re in the moment it’s overwhelming. I didn’t think I could go back to condoms, and since Demie couldn’t get pregnant herself I didn’t really have to. Of course, Demie being infertile kind of lowered her from a 10 to a 9 in my head, not that I would ever tell her that!Ah Hell ... when Demie was fucking me she was always ever a 10 ... an 11! A million! She was sex incarnate, and I was a lucky bastard to have her.DID I have her? No, she had me. My soul was hers, my body was hers.