Honestly, all men were doing the same. It was a slut-fest out there. Most of the women didn't really care about me touching them, cupping their breast... and rubbing their butts. Some still treated me like the teenage k** who moved in years ago. One of them even tried making out with me but of course, we couldn't do it with everybody around. My cock was rock solid but my denims came in handy.My mom was carefully observing my behavior standing in one part of the street and was generally aloof from. “W-What?”, she giggled and turned to face me and I moved my hand on to her ass hoping she wouldn’t notice. “I just want to thank you again for giving me a place to wash and sleep tonight” I thought to myself for a moment, remembering how much she watched me “It’s not a problem really I’m always alone in here so I’m glad to have company for a change” Droxyls face got closer I saw her close her eyes, the next thing I know her lips are pressed against mine, she pulled back as if she was. Someone or something was in her bedroom with her and had shoved her face first down onto her bed. Heather opens her mouth to scream, and feels me, land on top of her. She writhes beneath as my hand clasps over her mouth. A gruf voice orders her to shut her eyes and not to make a sound. Fearing for her safety, Heather whimpers in compliance, closing her eyes tightly. I shifted slightly, grabbing her bra and unsnapped it then I slide my hands down to her thong. Grabbing her thong pulling it off. Somehow the boy had a clear understanding that it was the mutual need although the uncle had never uttered a sound; all because they were one. It did not make sense all the times but who cared if them both were in sync.Ross would feel euphoric and ecstatic with the power; he felt being the owner of the whole universe that consisted of him and his uncle Ernie, his horsy uncle, overwhelming his thoughts but he was more of an innocent angelic personality; not going into deep analysis of his.