After about 20 minutes I spoke. ‘We will have to apologize to your mom.’‘Yes, I know.’‘Shreyas, I am sorry to get you into trouble, it’s a...l my fault.’‘Its ok, it’s my fault too. We’d better go downstairs and apologize.Just as we were about to go to her, her voice called us to her.Sheepishly we went back to where she was sitting on the sofa.‘Come stand here, I want to talk with you.’‘Mommy I am sorry…’ Shreyas’s tears began again, and I couldn’t hold mine back as well.She let us cry for a short. I sucked from the tip to base of his cock with my tongue and circled his head with every such stroke.After a few minutes he raised his cock, indicating me to suck his balls. I obeyed and started sucking with the tip of his tongue. I cupped them with my mouth and occasionally gave a mild bite to which he made “sssssssss” sound. Dong this for a few minutes, I resorted back to his cock and started sucking very slowly with my mouth as tight as possible to make him feel the pressure. He could stand. "Uh. Umm. That's okay Stace. I enjoyed it." I know. I can feel you." She smiled . . .her face framed by her flowing brunette hair. "So how about taking me to the movies?" What? Now?" Yeah. Why not?" she smiled enjoying my obvious embarrassment."Uhh . . . Well you see . . .I . . . uh." Yes," she said standing up."Stacey!" Come on Vincent. I want to get a good seat." Err . . . 'Kay." I stood up and took it like a man. I grabbed Stacey's hand and we walked over to the theater complex in. Poor woman, after all the work she had done trying to keep the family together, that hole went and did something like that. She put her arms around my waist and cried into my chest. As sick as it may sound, I could actually feel my cock twitch. I ignored it as much as possible as I held her close, but it wasn't long before it was very noticeable. I had no doubt that Mrs. Jordon could feel my shaft pressing against her, but luckily she was still too distracted to notice.Her soon sobs died away.