I've been considered gay much of my life, soI'm used to it."Immediately, I suspected something was different about her. Itold Colleen to take over the...shop for the night, so I could talkwith Polly personally. Colleen was glad to oblige, and prove justhow responsible she was. (She'd never done thisbefore. Thankfully, she dealt with it without any trouble.)I asked Polly if she'd be willing to see me in thebackroom. "Sure, why not?"As I took her back I could tell she was a beauty, allright. Black. Her hand dropped down and gently stroked his manhood, causing him to pull her firmly towards him, squashing her breasts against his chest. After a moment, she pushed him away playfully and frolicked away from him, teasing him, taunting him, stirring him with her slim figure."You little minx," he smiled, and chased after her. "I'll teach you to prick tease a guy." The chase continued to its fore gone conclusion when he caught up with her and pulled her down into the water. They laughed and. "I'm your mother. You're my son. That was so wrong!" Dena rambled on repeating herself as Brady continued to eat. When he finally finished his breakfast, Brady pushed his plate to the middle of the table and slid his laptop back in front of him. "Are you done?" He asked looking at his mother. Dena shook her head. "Good! I was afraid you were going to talk me to death!" "This isn't a joke Brady. Don't you have any regret for what happened last night?" Dena was pleading. He looked at her. .. you are very kind...” she said coquettishly, as I led her to the bedroom.Switching on the air-conditioner, I propped up a few pillows against the head-rest of my bed, and asked her to get comfortable. “I will be back in a minute aunty...” I said, as she sat back against the pillows on the bed and hauled up her legs. I returned a few seconds later with a damp hand towel that was kept in the fridge; a trick I had learnt at my hair cutting saloon.Walking up to her on the bed, I took off her.