‘Sean, did you know Jill was in the same classes you took?’ my mother asked in an insinuating tone as I hit the bottom of the stairs ‘Yeah, Ma. ... know.’ My mom smiled and looked at me in a way that said, ‘She’s nice. I like her. When are you going to go out with her instead of those trollops you see at college?’ I smiled back to say, ‘Ma, mind your own business.’ Jill and I stomped into the woods and attacked a copse of hawthorn that grew along the creek. We worked for hours clearing, cutting,. I closed my eyes imagining my mom naked as worked my hand up and down faster and faster on my erect prick. Then I heard my mom, "Honey are you..." She didn't finish the question as she stepped into the doorway of my room getting the shock of her life; 'catching' her son jerking off. I opened my eyes to see her standing there with a look of disbelief on her face; I quickly noticed that she didn't leave! My mom stood there for what seemed like hours but it was only 20 or 30 seconds before she. "Stranding lengths of rope yarn and threading it through a piece of canvas to cover a hole in the hull," I said.That got a real look."I read it in a Hornblower novel." How long does it take for a quick drying fiberglass patch to dry under water?"..."What brand?" I asked."West Marine." No idea, I use Gougeon Brothers WEST SYSTEM Epoxy. It's a Michigan brand. 25 minutes."He had to look at a can for that. I was right.We walked back to the Yacht Club."Where are we?" he asked and handed me a sextant. In addition, her guy was out of town with their son for the weekend. Damn, Im one lucky son of a bitch. Ill be there in half an hour, I said. Whatever, Tiffany responded. You talk a lot of junk, so well see what happens. Im leaving now. I hung up the phone and turned to my co-worker. Shed heard at least my end of the conversation, nothing too revealing, but she was well aware of what I was talking my way into. I asked her if she could handle things if I left, and she told me to go ahead and.