She was definitely looking at me…I figured that she was one of the models who fingered themselves while men jacked off. Nevertheless, she started he... van and so I started my car and began following her down the road.At one point, she pulled into the parking lot of an abandoned gas station and I pulled in behind her. I got out of my car and approached her driver’s window…still thinking, at this point, that she was a woman. As I neared her car, she rowed her window down and smiled at me.“How are. I didn't want to answer but when I saw the number, I knew something was wrong.It was Amanda's home number."Hello?" Daddy? Please, you have to get here." It was Lane. Amanda's eldest son and my third born."Lane what are you doing? You can't be calling me and talking to me like--" Daddy please--" There was a crash in the background and then I could hear the phone being dropped. I could hear screaming and yelling in the background but I couldn't make anything out.After trying to get Lane on the. Needless to say I had trouble meeting my sexual needs.I was going to a local community college and lived at home with my mom. We had lived alone together since I was 4 years old. She had basically raised me all by herself, and she was my role model. My parents were divorced when my dad broke the news that he had fathered a c***d with another woman. He stuck around town with his new wife until I was 8 and then left to move to Nashville. He’s been there ever since and rarely made contact with. ."I smiled up at him, the small drop of his cum on my face. He was still trembling."It's okay Tim, I wanted this. I wanted you to cum."Tim reached under my arms and lifted me to my feet. He hugged me, holding me close. He didn't know what to do next. By now, my own cock was fully hard and aching and there was no doubt Tim could feel my hard-on against him. I could tell from his eyes he wasn't ready to return the favor. His hand hesitantly rubbed against my shaft, but he wasn't prepared for what.