“Hi”, he replied back. After eating breakfast, he went back upstairs to brush his teeth. Then he came downstairs again and went to see his mother....Jess always went to his mother's room and said “good morning” to her before leaving for school. Why he still did, he wasn't sure. He had become so distant, there was no real connection left. “Probably just out of habit”, he told himself. He kissed his mother goodbye and then left with his brother for school. In the car, he and his brother didn't. .. naw, that thought's just too morbid. By the time I'm paying attention again, someone's pushing me to the ground. Large, firm hands. A man's hands. Familiar hands. Not to me, obviously, but to her. I know this routine. Usually its the umpteenth asshole boyfriend, but no - these aren't some dumbass teenager's hands, not even those of some shithead college jock. This guy's way older, so that means the truth is far more sour still - he's a relative, I bet. Some fucker she's trusted, once. That's. I wondered what she would look like after the surgery was all over and then had the thought that whatever it looked like it was better than suffering a worse consequence.My mother commiserated with her about the fact her estranged husband didn't even have the common decency to show up and offer his condolences. They both got into a long conversation about what a prick he was and he deserved the slutty airline hostess that was now filling the other side of his bed. Apparently, she was equally as. She asked, “Still how?”At this time, my dick was on its move and my mind was like, let me show you by live demo, but inner me had no guts.I replied, “I can show a video of both men an women masturbating.”Mom agreed instantly and my dick was craving for more. I asked her which one she wanted to watch first and she said, “Man’s”.I found a video from a porn site of a woman giving handjob to man, thinking that my mom would give me one!I sat near mom and gave her one piece of the earphones and.