" I added. I got that fearful feeling in my throat ... that feeling of peril, like when I thought she was going to stop the baths. "Do you think we co...ld do it again?" I asked. She gave me a level look. "You're my son," she said. "Duh." I said before I could stop it. It was another typical teen response and I felt stupid for saying it. "What I mean is I know you're my mother." That didn't sound much better. She frowned again. "I am your mother, and you aren't grown quite yet. That means I'll. At least it felt that way. But with Jessica, I was having to pay attention in a way I hadn't bothered to for a long time. The gleam in her eye, the smile so slightly different from any others. I wanted to know what she was thinking, what she was feeling. And this time I did. It was hope. Just a simple hope that I would some day forgive her, that I could eventually look past what she'd done to me. Hope that, even if things wouldn't ever be normal, they would at least be better. That maybe I. " Okay, but I reserve the right not to answer." Why haven't you married? You are a great looking guy and I've seen the way women look at you, but even though you always seem to have a new girlfriend I've never seen you really serious about one."Well, there are some things you can never tell your mother no matter how close you are and so I did what I had to — I lied."I've just never found the right woman mom."The truth of the matter was that I had found the right woman, several of them in fact,. She knew the man would enter his ass. Removing his hand from the cock, he'd wet his own and touch the place in front of him. Gently a rub and then entry with a wet finger. She felt her man grow inside of her and knew what was happening to him. There was no resistance in him. The sweat poured from his body and hers, as the cool one behind entered with his cock reaching in front, regaining control of her man's cock, jacking him away from her and into himself. The man went deep and slow and held.