It was my mom.“What are you doing here?” she said, looking at me. I was flustered and didn’t speak. My phone had toppled over in my hand, and th... way I held it, mom could see the video on the phone. She looked further down lustfully and saw my hard cock throbbing under its own weight. It seemed like hours before mom muttered a sorry and went away, closing the door behind her.The next day, more relatives left for their homes. Only a few older aunts and their husbands stayed back. I was getting. I had, of course, built a mental image of her nakedness and I often masturbated whilst picturing us making love. Alas, only in my dreams! We got on very well. She was always friendly and smiling, we would talk and joke, but the subject never strayed onto a sexual theme. I occasionally thought that a look or a smile that she gave me was hiding a more amorous meaning, but I am hopeless at reading situations like that. The day it all changed was when we were alone in the office, our desks arranged. About five minutes later we spotted a sand bar on the right side of the river bank that was easily accessible from where we were at. I could see what looked like a sand path that bisected the sand bar from the river bank. Since the water level was low, there was no water flowing even close to the sand path, and I was almost certain that the secluded bar was just perfect to play around with our new friends. After dragging the canoes up to the sand about fifteen feet from the sand path, we. She looked over his shoulder and saw that he was studying a transliteration of the Vulcan software.She put her hand on the small of his back and he jumped a little before he realized who had touched him."You wanted to see me?" she asked once she had captured his attention."If I only wanted to see you, I'd drop by your quarters in the evening," he joked and she was happy to see him chuckle. "The view's much more entertaining then." You goof," she shot back with a smile and gave him a playful.