I could feel my body drenched with cold sweat. Even the desert cooler and the ceiling fan running at full speed failed to bring any relief. I continue... perspiring profusely and tossing in bed with apprehension. I knew very well if Roly decided to hand over the magazines to mom or dad, which was most likely considering our stormy relationship and her past track record, I was finished. I had always been an ideal son, good in studies, away from all kind of vices (that’s what my parents thought). I. Apparently she had been talking to Melanie, or someone else who sucked cock, because somebody had taught her how to deep throat. She gagged twice, and coughed several times, but she clearly had the idea, and was trying to perfect it. Bobby started bucking - he didn't need to be stroked to cum - and she stayed on him until he went limp.She lay with him quietly for a few minutes and then said she needed to go to the bathroom. He kept his eyes closed. She got up and took my hand and took me to my. Do I include the part where she admits they are brother and sister or do I edit so they are just two college kids on a lark?" she asked."Honey I have no idea what you are going to do. Like I said, it isn't my problem. My problem is living with the things I do." I said."Well at least you seem to feel bad about it," she said."Actually, I feel bad that they didn't tell me sooner. I feel bad for them, but they are the ones who did wrong. I was just being me." I replied.Tiny dancer had a huge smile. " "Is that what you call it?" "Not really." He noticed me looking at him expectantly. "I don't know. I guess I call it jerking off or something." That got a big smile out of me. "Jerking off," I repeated wistfully. "I always thought that had a nice ring to it." "God, Mom, you're so weird sometimes." He said it in a lighthearted way. "Tell me," I said with a conspiratorial whisper, "when was the last time you jerked off?" "I don't know," he said bashfully. "I played with myself just yesterday,".