” After we staked out a quiet place near the seawall, she said, “You upset that you made love with your mother?”“Yeah, sort of. It’s hard to...explain. I liked it, but...”“Was anybody hurt by what you did?”“No.”“Were the participants willing and did they enjoy themselves?”“Yes on both counts.”“If Beth was another neighbor would you have any qualms about what you did?”“No.”“So, it’s only the title of ‘mother’ that bothers you? Maybe if we changed that to sexy nymphomaniac neighbor you’d feel. But this time i asked her directly “why are you acting strange” she replied nothing but i insisted her then she said aunty send her last evening to inform about the dinner,she said this and left without saying any thing else….before i can think of any thing she left.(I thought what a strange girl she is, might have gone mad).while cleaning the plates i remembered last evening we all friends were together and…….Might be she has seen it all,noo she can’t have,what if she has really seen “me to. My body was growing tall and strong, day by day. I could tell, I was far hornier than any of my friends or mates. I had started masturbating too and would shoot like a long barrel cannon, thanks to the large size of my cock for the age and very vibrant, potent balls to compliment the activity. Riding the bike early morning, wearing my shorts and sleeveless t- shirt would let the air hit my body and specially the balls hanging off the seat making me stiff and extremely aroused and sexy making it. Tears burned at my own eyes as I held both my sister and mother. Their arms were around each other, all of us hugging, remembering what a great man Dad was.Finally, the tears dwindled. My mom sniffed. “I'm sorry, Sir,” she said. “I...I shouldn't have been crying. I ruined the mood.”I shook my head. “Mom, don't be. It's good to cry. I understand. You're my Mommy-slave, but it's Dad who you'll love. I don't mind. I have Melody. I just want you to be my slut.”“Oh, I am,” she purred. “And I do love.