‘You have a cut on your face and there’s blood.’ ‘That’s not a cut, it’s a scar.’ ‘From what?’ ‘Well, I was in the Army and the ba... guys tried to hurt us.’ Max left it as plain as he could. They had been waiting on a side street when a suicide bomber had ignored warnings to stop and tried to kill them. The blast had killed two of his buddies and had sent shrapnel into him, burying him under the wreckage. Christian thought about it for a while. He snuggled up against Max. ‘My dad is in the. "Is it okay Johnny?" Are you okay with this?" I didn't know what to say and just whispered:"Mom, I love you so much, if its okay with you its ok."She said: "I love you too Johnny, please always love me." She then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.When she did this Aunt Margie reached down and pulled mom's robe open and down off her shoulders. She had on one of those plain white bras but I could tell she had really big breasts. I had never thought of my mom in a sexy way before and had. One thing that had slipped my mind until recently was an old g/f had a fantasy of having sex with the strong possiblility of being caught. When we had met I only been with a couple of women and it was just plain old missionary style sex. When I met Terry I found myself in a whirlwind of sex. There was nothing that this woman wouldn't try or talk about trying. Her list of fantasies was quite long and impressive and we ticked them off one at a time over a period of 2 years but never found the. Testing the water again, she reached down, splashed some on her face, then began to soap it up with something she had in a jar -- probably Noxema or one of those other smelly things his mom used. He wasn't nearly as interested in this, though, as he was with the fact that as she vigorously scrubbed her face, it set her boobs to jiggling inside her robe, which was as beautiful a sight as he could imagine... and which set his manhood to rising inside his jeans.After a minute or so of this, the.