I heard my dad say something else and couldn’t make it out. My step mom answered with, “Just asking him what he might like for dinner later this w...ek.”My step mom had lied to my dad and my dad bought it and closed the door. She turned back to me and smiled. “We’ll have to continue this conversation later,” she said obviously disappointed. “Come on for dinner,” she added, “Your dad likes when we eat as a family.”I nodded in agreement and slipped on some sandals. When I turned back to the door my. I can't put my finger on exactly what it was that got me so hot---maybe it was your mouth, or the trickles of moisture on the bottle. Whatever it was, my pussy started getting hotter and I could feel my clit harden and begin to throb with an urgent need.Soon, I could no longer help myself; between the unusually hot weather and watching you, I had to do something. I started undoing the buttons down the front of my skimpy dress as I walked over to you, and then I took the paper from you and put. "Damn." Eddie said, shaking his head. He feared saying anything else. Eddie was wearing gray slacks black polished shoes and a modern geometric shirt tucked in tightly. His hair spiked gelled in place perfectly. Handsome."I'll say." Dean said looking me over. "Good enough to eat." Just what I intend to do." Eddie whispered in my ear as I brushed by him.We all piled into Cleo's car and Dean headed for town."Everyone will meet us there." Who all confirmed?" Cleo asked."Scott, but you know that.". But the thing is, I don’t want to have sex with my mom. And I definitely don’t want to remember my first sex experience with her. She’s sexy and extremely seductive, but she’s my mom. That was my only concern. I badly wanted to masturbate. But I automatically think about having sex with my mom whenever I start. I really didn’t want to masturbate thinking that. But I couldn’t control my urges either. So I went out. She was in the kitchen with the same t-shirt.It was long enough to cover her.