So I told my dad I was coming over Friday night after I went over to a friend's birthday party. My friend turned 21 so I thought it was going to be a ...retty heavy drinking party.I was correct, beer and alcohol was flowing heavy. People got so drunk that a few of them was getting sick. It was after midnight and I was not in the mood to hang around any longer, since I could see it would be a lot of puke clean up to get done soon enough.I went back to my dad's, it was only about a 15 minute walk.. She was also looking directly at my semi hard-on.Her almost whispered. “That looks like it must feel pretty good darling.” I couldn’t believe my ears. My Mum was very conservative. I couldn’t believe she just said that to me. I also couldn’t believe the effect her words had on me. My teenage cock began to instantly become harder and was now popping out from between my hands.As she spoke I opened my eyes completely and looked directly at her. However, she was not looking into mine. Her eyes were. Craig in checking his e-mail toward the end of January saw he had one from Marie Owens who was his Condo Board’s Secretary up north. Her e-mails were usually informational about things happening at the condo and were sent out to a number of the residents. She mentioned the sad news in the e-mail that Lori’s husband John had suffered a severe stroke and was in a hospice. Craig was sorry to hear the news and phoned Lori to express his concerns. Lori told him that John didn’t have much time left. With a wicked grin, she traced the furrow of his butt crack with her tongue, teasing him. Somehow, he’d known to push past that. He wouldn’t let her make it a game. Dustin had forced her into really being his slave. Ironically, there was something liberating about that. She had to be the nastiest slut she could be for her nephew. It wasn’t her choice. It was simply the way things were. It was like being a kid again, when her stepdad or her uncle would simply tell her what to do and who to do it.