Even though he was holding me so tight that I could barely move and he could have easily ****d me if he wanted to, he was still my little boy.And I co...ldn't deny the fact that the faint stirrings of excitement and forbdden lust that I was feeling were now erupting into a flame of passion and sexual arousal that I had not felt in years! I wanted my son's arm to hold me helpless! I wanted my son's hand to cover my mouth! I wanted him to control me! And I wanted to fuck him so bad I thought I. I accepted of course.The drink she handed me was nice and icy. It went down quiteeasily and so did the next one. I was feeling quite good, especially with her sitting close and with her hand on mythigh. Finally she asked why I wasn't making any moves onher. When I said I didn't think it'd be nice of me to takeadvantage just because she needed a ride her hand moved upmy thigh and found my cock. She sighed and let me know itwould be very nice of me and sealed that with the hottestkiss I'd had in. They also know he has a very realistic view of me and what I could, and probably do, do."The bell rang again and lunch was over.I didn't bother stopping when I went through the locker room. I just continued to the gymnasium. Coach told me I'd need to participate this time as we were going to be doing calesthenics. It was raining and we'd be indoors.I'm in pretty good shape and thought it'd be no problem. It was fine for a while, but when I bent over to touch my toes, there was a crash from. " She lookedlike she was going to cry. She caressed my cheek and I kissed herhand. "You both are." She looked over to Mandy."These are different times than when we were their age, Pat," Rosalynsaid. "Kids are growing up faster with each generation. When you werethat young, do you remember even having breasts? I didn't." I know, Mandy seems to have a spectacular figure," Mom said. I lookedbehind me to see Mandy smiling. "I was as flat-chested as a boy attheir age. They used to call me.