In the morning I woke to find I was on my back and Mum was lying facing me with her arm across my chest and her head on my shoulder. My hand was aroun... her. I couldn't remember moving into this position, but now it was more comfortable. How I was going to get up without disturbing her was the next problem.I started to rise up a bit to remove my arm from under her, when Mum opened her eyes and looked at me. "I was nice and comfortable, we are in no rush, it's early. Lie with me a while Henry,". He turned to Mizz Dasson. “You didn’t mention interviews.”“Haley told me. Those are some of the letters in that package I sent you,” Mizz Dasson said. “There’s one from a couple of mathematics professors that says not only is she capable of passing math for an engineering degree, they BEG her to do a double major in math.” She paused with a sigh. “College level, ‘this is what I LOVE’, math.”“Seriously?” Mister Rogers questioned.“Read the letter, Ken. Don’t get me wrong. We’re fortunate that. I typically came straight home, locked the door, flipped on the computer, and found a photo set from my pornography collection to masturbate to. Sometimes I managed to get two sessions in if I got home early enough. And of course, I was now looking for girls in my photo sets that looked like Tara.***So there I sat, embarrassed, ashamed, and unsure what to do next, as I surfed through football stories to make it look like I was doing nothing improper. I couldn’t believe I had forgotten to lock. Watched her masturbate. Orgasm. I’d even come on her. This was just a kiss, and yet, it was more than that. Problem was, what did it mean to Summer? Fuck. I guess I’d find out…Eventually, she came out, laughing when she saw me.“You look like a kid who got caught doing something wrong.”“I feel like one too,” I told her, sheepishly from my seat on the couch.She’d changed into a pair of jeans that looked painted on and a pink hoody zipped up in the front. She was carrying one of her shopping bags,.