"Running all of it through my head, digesting it, and making it come to life took time, and we were quiet for a minute before either of us spoke again... She was raking her long fingernails up and down over my erection, spending extra time on the glans where the sensation was almost unbearable. "So, you did want him to fuck you," I said, finally."Of course, David. Before he was done, I wanted it all. But I promised you. So we didn't." And, when he had his hands under your dress?" It was easy for. She had done it, of course - feeling brave and loved."Why don't you scoot over here mom?"The truck was one of her husbands, or more correctly one of the garages - but her son always had the use of one of the vehicles from the shop any time he wanted. It had wide, worn through leather, bucket seats that squeaked when she slide into the middle position."Closer mom - I don't bite."That nervous cold feeling was returning but Teresa immediately did as her son asked - until her whole side was pressed. "She paused, her hand still, fingers covering her sex."If we fuck, Carl ... It'll be i****t. You know what that means? We can never tell anybody about it. It will have to be a secret between us."At that moment, standing there looking down at her ... well, I didn't give a shit what label was put on it. I could keep a secret.All I wanted was to pin that lovely bitch to the sofa with my dick.I cranked at my cock, my fist working at the rigid length. "Aunty Jean," I groaned, "I just want to put it. She said she liked to go into the woods and feel herself. She looked down at the globs of cum that were on the pine needles at my feet. I didn’t know what to say. I could feel my face flush with embarrassment; but strangely I could feel my penis start to harden a little bit in my pants. I asked myself what could she want?She reached out and took my hand. She had a pen she had taken from her pocket and wrote an E-mail address on my hand.Then she had me write my E-mail address on her arm.She told.