His cock throbbed. "I'm sorry too mum." He said lamely. "I don't know what is the matter with me." She sighed. "I knew it was wrong when I kissed you ...n the kitchen. Like it was wrong what we did in Blackpool." "Well I liked it." His mother was beginning to frustrate him. "I know." She smiled. "But that is no excuse. You are still only a young boy and I am a grown woman and your mother." Mark felt his heckles rise being called 'a boy'. Hadn't he proven to her that he wasn't? "But I'm fed up of. “Feel that?” she said. “That’s what makes you alive, but it doesn’t make you human. Doing, thinking, feeling, those are the things that make us people. And it‘s the same with this.” Blinking, Isaac said, “That doesn’t even make sense.”“This is something people have always done, for tens of thousands of years. It’s human nature. There’s no point trying to stop it now.”“You really are nuts,” Isaac said. “You can’t do this to me just because it‘s…tradition!”“Of course I can. Where would we be. I nodded. “It feels kinda comfortable, so I just thought I’d throw it on, you know.” He nodded, never taking his eyes from my pussy. I spread my legs a little more for him, and his eyes widened. “You like the view?” I suddenly asked. He jerked, as if suddenly touching a hot wire. He looked away. “Sorry about that,” he mumbled to his computer screen. “I’m not sorry at all. I like the way you looked at me.” He turned to me and looked me. She smiles but I am so embarrassed I avert my eyes. "Don't want to seem creepy, that will ruin my chances. Oh god that was probably creepy, it's over. I'll spend the festival alone." I panic.Before my train of though finish I notice she's standing over me. "Hey, are you going to the festival too? I'm Jenny by the way. We'd like a man we know so we don't get harassed at the camping area. Why don't you sit next to us and we can plan where we'll raise our tents together", she smirks. "Yeah..." is.