Lisa approached as we hugged and put her hand on my shoulder and smiled"By the way, don't expect any girl on girl lesbian stuff, were not into that."I...smiled at Lisa and told her it didn't matter. No-one in the room believed me. Lisa sat down leaving Jo and I still holding each other as we made our way to the mats.Lisa sat, drinking water, watching.I knelt on the mat in front of Joanne, my face close to her lycra covered pussy. I looked up at her. There was barely a bump in her chest to obscure. As I'd begun to do whenever Ishowered, I lingered on my breasts for a while. I loved the way theyfelt and always played with them in the shower. As I massaged myboobs, my dick usually grew erect. I was tempted to masturbate, butresisted. I would probably be having sex with someone before the daywas over. I wanted to save myself.After putting on light makeup and pale, pink lipstick, I went backinto the bedroom. Candy was gone. She'd returned to her room to getdressed. Remembering Regina Rae's. " Why are you doing this mother?" My son's eyes cleared. His body betrayed him. It pressed his dick into my hand."Because I can't help myself." I told him. "I've got nothing left to be proud of, except you. I applied my tongue to his swollen head, licking the base of it. He shuddered. I continued to jack my son."I want to help. I want you to be proud of me." His boyish grin, broke out of the facade of his innocence. "I can already tell you're proud of one thing about me."I nodded. His shaft. ." "Jason," he interrupted. That irritated Lisa. "Listen, Mr. Powell. I don't know what you were expecting,but –" "I wasn't expecting anything." He smiled that toothy, sardonic grin. The smile exasperated her even more. "You were trying to pick me up!" shecomplained. He laughed out loud. "On the contrary, you 'accused' me of having moviestar looks. Who was coming on to who?" Slowly and deliberately he repositionedthe scarf about his neck. He pursed his lips, biting the lower one as if.