Mark was laying to my right, pressed up against me and his hand was clutching my left breast. And not just clutching.. But grabbing, squeezing, kneadi...g, massaging! I couldn’t see his eyes to tell if they were open and he was awake, or if he was having some pubescent teenaged sex dream and this was all unconscious behavior. I thought about moving his hand, but what if he was awake?! Could he actually be groping his own mother?? Why? Shear lust? Curiousity? It lasted for several minutes, I. I saw only one couple in there looking at magazines."Come on. You don't have to actually go in the room with me. Just wait for me, please," Jacob begged."Can't I wait out here in the car?"He laughed. "No. Just go in. Who knows, you might find a nice toy for yourself." Fine, I'm going in but try to hurry."Once inside, I browsed the movie sections reading and laughing at some of the titles. Jacob had gone in a room in the back where they did the "art" and came out about an hour later. I had. “Your older uncle does not have the same father as your mother. That was a result of an indiscretion and carelessness. I was engaged to Grandfather and then another man I had been infatuated but never intimate with caught me at a lonely moment and I was inseminated several times one evening. When I realized the timing I made love many times to your grandfather. I knew I was pregnant already and we hurried up the wedding. During the pregnancy I was very needy and the actual father filled me some. ‘It happened five years ago, I was seventeen back then. That night a friend of mine invited me to a party she was throwing, when I asked my parents, they said that I couldn’t go because I was too young for that kind of parties. We argued, I told them that I hated them, and that I would go to the party with or without their approval. So that night at the party, I got drunk, like really drunk, but I was still able to call my parents so they could come and pick me up. They showed up together, and.