Lauren was always very bold and a risk-taker, but this was a new level of audacity.Quickly pulling up my trousers, I glanced at my watch. I rushed int... the kitchen and chugged a quick glass of orange juice before turning to leave.“Thor, wait!” my mum said from the kitchen table.“I’m late, Mom. Can’t it wait?”“I know. I’m offering you a lift.” She said as she stood and ushered me towards the door before spinning me around to face her.“Tuck your shirt in,” she admonished, and before giving me a. "What do you like to do when you're not playing guitar?" Umm...," I began."Oh, there you are," Brenda said to Scott as she joined us. "Can youhelp Cindy with her amp?" Sure thing," Scott replied.Brenda watched him walk to the garage and then she whipped around andglared at me."Stay away from Scott or I'll rip your tits off," Brenda snarled. "Gotit, Princess?" No sweat." I shrank away from her.Brenda stormed back to the garage and I climbed in the car and waitedfor Jill. My head swirled as the. While looking up at him, she wrapped her fingers around his cock and slowly stroked him to an erection. ‘Do you like Mommy touching you in this way?’ ‘Yes, thank you mother,’ he said watching her stroking him. ‘I love watching you stroke my cock.’ A loving mother holding her son’s cock in her hand, she looked up at him with as much sexual lust as he was looking down at her. Not even pausing to ponder the question whether she should stop or continue forward, instead she paused with excited. At least, he thought, it seemed from the content of the questions that the cover story was holding up. With a grimace, Tom wondered how long that would last.When he finally reached the relative safety of his car door, he fixed a polite and blatantly fake smile on his face, "Those are matters involving ongoing police investigations. You know that I can't comment."Tom laboriously climbed into the vehicle, fearing for a moment that some of the reporters were actually going to try to get in with.