A few days passed on in this way.Since then, I started to stare at Mom whenever I used to get an opportunity. So finally, the day arrived. It was my 1...th birthday. I woke up. Though She had taken leave that day, as usual, Mom was in the bathroom. As she came out, I pretended to be asleep with a bedspread over my head. She took off the towel.But instead of drying her body or wearing clothes. She walked toward me naked. Then she came close to my ears and whispered, “You don’t need to pretend to. The priest got me up and zipped his sleeping bag to mine to make a large sleeping bag he told me to get in and as I did he patted my arse making sure he had a good hand full of flesh, he then got in and held me in his arms cuddling up behind me I then felt his erect cock behind me and his wet hand rubbing in between my legs I wanted to jump up but he held me down and slipped his cock between my legs.it was not long before he came between my legs then when went down and took my cock in his mouth. We had a few more drinks, several more dances and then she said she needed to go to the ladies’ room. Sheila soon came back…Just my luck, I thought, everything was in place to seduce her…We were on the dance floor for almost all of the dances. On the slow ones Sheila moved into me and it was impossible for her not to feel my erection. The little bitch did not say a word, but she did not back off either and I wondered if she was being a tease…I did not care, she might have felt my cock poking. "Lilly laid her head against my right breast. "You're a sweet boy." she sighed.What had I been so upset about? Why had realizing Izzy didn't like me set me off the way it did? Maybe because I was still hyper-sensitive about the cheating. Maybe because I couldn't help but link liking with love. And maybe it had something to do with the after-effects of tying us all together. Or ... no, damnit! That possibility didn't bear thinking about."It's my professional opinion that psychologists know.