Did I just touch my son’s cock? Did I really slip my hand in his underwear? I was asking these questions to myself. With guilt of doing all this I l...y down facing away my son. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. Suddenly I felt a little movement around me, and I got shocked when I felt Stan lying in my bed. His chest was sticking on my back, and as he moved a little more I felt his hard cock pushing against my ass. I was shocked but didn’t have the courage to turn and look at him. A minute ago. ”“Oh, don't worry about it. As long as you were enjoying yourselves.” He sipped his tea thoughtfully. “In fact, it's quite sweet. You two an item, then?”“As a matter of fact, Uncle Jack,” Tessa said, “we are.” She took my hand and kissed it. “We certainly are.” This public confession of our relationship and our love filled me with such happiness that I couldn't stop a goofy grin spreading all over my face. I said, “I guess you're the one who may be bit embarrassed now. We'll try and be. His Mommy had told him that his daddy was a bum (whatever that was)and had deserted them when he was two. A bum wasn't a good thing to be Tommy guessed. His Mommy was the most beautiful Mommy in the world ? his Mommy told him so herself. And his Mommy never lied. She told him that, too. His Mommy worked as a model. She made lots of money, his Mommy told him that, too.Tommy was 6 and just starting kindergarten. Tommy's Mommy had told him it was a good thing he was starting school as he was. Me: Errm, it’s ok, we’re all guys here.And boy oh boy was it ok! His dark skin, hairy legs, ass, hands and chest. His perfectly groomed crotch hair. And his amazing dick. We are sharing this apartment for merely an hour and already I want to touch him, kiss him,… I had to stop myself from thinking.Samer: is it ok if I sit next to you like this?Me: sure it is… Can I do something to make you more comfortable? Like maybe get you some fresh clothes from my closet?Samer: maybe you can help me out.