Again our eyes met..Finally, he cleared his throat and stammered, "Your mom and grandparents are waiting for us. We need to hurry.".I nodded and tranc... like followed him to the car, neither one of us said a word. Quietly he started the car and drove home. Silence was a weight pressing down on them on their trip home. Every once and awhile, I would steal a quick glance to see if I could read dad’s facial expressions. But, it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. Even with this pallor of. " He grinned in reply, "It's all about the confessions of some randy sod in the Victorian age." I've never heard of it," I laughed, "but I should have known it had something to do with sex." Yeah well, the head put the boot in and stopped us doing it," Angus sighed, "so its Romeo and bloody Juliet."I was curious about this play Confessions though and I pumped my son for more about it, he grinned and shot off to his room, when he returned he had a couple of play books in his hands."Here," he. Mom didn't answer, but stared down at her dessert dish. Slowly we looked into each other's eyes, and mother uttered in a trembling voice "I told her I was horny, hoping she would set me up with her son Ted. Stella and Ted are lovers..." This revelation sent a shock wave of lust through my body! I had fantasized OFTEN about beginning a sexual relationship with mother, and the opportunity to fulfill those dreams seemed to be at hand! A faint musky scent seemed to be in the air as we peered. No high powered shots like the previous. It dribbled down her hand. She had tried it again – it didn't taste nice, like the last. That was the last bit of fun she had had with that boy. After that she headed home and pleasured herself – the nights activities going through her head, the 'sexual material' she used to get off on – and it was mighty effective.After that she had looked up on the Internet ways to sweeten cum. After fruitless pages of search material she came across a site claiming.