The kids don’t scream at each other, slam doors. There was just a ... quietude. A formal politeness. Vanessa and I had learned not to try to patch t...ings over; just give them some time and the storm cloud would pass.Except this one didn’t.A weekend turned into a week. Pilar had become so intimately integrated into our family ... well, she was missed. Walker, of course, didn’t talk about it. He’s a boy, he’s 15, he’s ... girl-stupid.Vanessa invited Pilar to lunch at our loft on the second. ‘They want us to get drunk too!’ he chuckled. ‘Give me French Champagne any day!’ she said to him He dipped into the basket and found a small rigid container that held two crystal wine flutes. The champagne was soon popped and they sat happily sipping their wine enjoying the beautiful location. ‘Ready for a swim?’ he asked as he drank the last sip of the super dry French nectar. ‘Sure,’ she answered as she stood and stripped off her shorts, singlet top and underwear. ‘Don’t know why I brought. " She knelt down in front of me and took my dick in her hand and leaning in licked the pearl of precum from the tip looking me in the eye with those beautiful brown eyes that held so much love in them.Mom opened her lips and laid just the tip of my dick between them running her tongue around the very end sending me into orbit. After Mom had licked and sucked the end of my dick for a while she opened her mouth and slid it as far in as she could. I was only about half way in but was already. I let out a sigh of relief before I realise he is only moving the desk that was between us. A sense of dread wells up inside me. I chastise myself, 'How can I be so stupid? Of course he's not going to be satisfied with just that. He won't be satisfied until he's done with me.' But even through the dread, I can feel a hum of anticipation move through my body, my ends feeling electrified in anticipation. My cheeks burn in shame. My teacher sits down in front of me again. Closer this time. He.