Oohhhhhh," Jennifer sighed, almost forgetting for a second that her son was watching. Meanwhile, Ryan couldn't help but try another protest."Mom, I ca...'t watch this," he said nervously. "I'm really sorry and I won't do it again. I promise. Now can I..." No you cannot!" Jennifer interrupted, surprising herself at her intensity level. She was further shocked at what came out of her mouth next. "Not only are you going to watch me, young man. But you're going to join me. You still have my panties.. . and the rest of their day was far from the spring-like romance it had been before. They had driven back to the city in near silence, speaking only as necessary, and then only in monosyllabic utterances, her with an uncomfortable wetness between her legs that soaked her panties and threatened to stain through her dress. And Phillip with that bulging hardness under his trousers that she could see so clearly in the light from the automobile dash gauges.And now this! How could she reconcile all. I think almost three hours ago," Dylan was able to provide once he tore his attention away from the tv."Fine, you can have fruitsnacks," I nodded."Yesss," Dylan hissed, and did a rather theatrical celebratory fist pump.Dylan was the ham of the family, and that was saying something, because all the boys were hams in one way or another. But Dylan took the cake. He was nine, small and thin and bony. He was the runt of the brothers for sure but I felt sure he'd end up tall like two of his older. He put his arms round her."I missed you," she said softly."We got that impression," he smiled back at her.She looked puzzled."When you attacked me in the garden. Sally teased me unmercifully."Wendy had the grace to blush. "I'm sorry," she said."Don't be. I was flattered."She giggled. "I'm flattering you now." Not really. You're very light." Is it all right asking Mum to come next weekend?" You bet. I'm looking forward to meeting her. Judging by her reaction to your confession she must be a.