“I know… I understand you need someone in your life, you miss something.” My son was talking like a friend; a friend of my age. “No, I’m sor...y. I don’t think any mother would do what I did last night,” I said. There was complete silence in the room. “I don’t know what other mothers do or not… but I promise, in future I will not yell at you like I did last night,” he said in a slow voice. Did he say that he would have no problem if I touched him again? I didn’t say a word but I knew I was going. She squirmed, tendrils of red moving with her wincing, smiling face. I stroked her breast with the back of my hand and gazed into her eyes, then pulled out and entered her again, watching her back arch. I spent the next several minutes gliding in and out with fluid movements, occasionally leaning in for a kiss. She eventually raised her legs over my shoulders, prompting me to keep leaning in. I didn't expect a girl with her gentle, sleek curves to be this flexible. I finally leaned in for her. She looked at me and told me that I would be in trouble if she found any wet paper in this basket, because she said she would know what I had been doing and it was not studying...Lucky for me, I had not cum so it was only old dry cum papers in the basket. She dug around and then put down the basket and walked up to me. She said that she still did not believe me even if there was not any fresh cum in the basket? I was so embarrassed at this time. I thought nobody knew that I was wanking off so. Come on, what is it?" He put an arm around her. He nudged her head to rest on his shoulder and began to stroke her hair. It was wavy from being in a braid all day, but felt like silk and smelled faintly of strawberries. He took one of her hands in his and rubbed his thumb over the back, noticing for the first time how soft her skin was. "Talk to me, Connie." Connie knew she would tell him, especially with the warm comfort of his body next to hers. As with any other situation, she knew he.