My dick was responding spontaneously. Now I stood in front of her and lifted my head to say, or rather stammer, ‘You are beautiful Mom’‘Hahhhaaa...… what’s new about it, you have been seeing me for so many years!’ she laughed aloud.I said, ‘But you are beautiful was all I could say’.‘Come here Sundroo’, she said and when I reached she kissed my cheeks and the forehead before hugging me tight. Though it was a motherly hug and motherly love, we had been feeling sexually. Atleast me. With my clothes. This day was hot and I called him for a soft drink at the bus station cafeteria. I sat at a table in the back on purpose.Side by side. I was wearing a skirt (no panties because I love walking like that) we laughed,we talked, he said he would be sad without my sister's company that night.I went straight and said, "I'll keep you company" and put my right hand onhis leg and I did a very good affection. He smiled and said, "Don't do this, do you want meto freak out?" I smiled very naughty and. Although they appeared hazy at best, I easily made out one note left in the stall for other's reading enjoyment. I saw letters scrawled on the door: 4 bloody good time, MEAT Joe here @ 11pm. I grinned at that, finding it funny. I had just gotten comfortable, letting the piss drain from my bladder as I'd read the obscenities finger-painted on the stall with, well with who knows what. My cock finished dripping and I'd just taken it into my fist to begin a quick stroke when I heard the sound of. "And you still let him go? Megan, what the hell is wrong with you? I thought you loved him! If he gets hurt, I swear..." She stopped, unable to continue she was so angry. I looked at her with sympathy."If he gets hurt, do you think anything you could do to me would be worse than how I will feel myself, Amy?" I looked at her steadily, and saw the fire drain from her eyes. She looked at me, then hung her head in shame."I... I'm sorry, Megan. I didn't mean... I know... I'm sorry," she whispered. I.