I wonder if Kirsten would like to see my new guitar.There's only one way to find out.I put my guitar in the non-office, where Rich and Charlie were le...s likely to notice it. This would make us an outstanding bedroom, thought Ursus.That it would, but I suspect that Mom and Dad would object.Perhaps. Let us marshal our arguments and sleep on the problem a few times.I went upstairs. Mom said, "Giving up already? We won't pay for lessons unless you promise to practice every day."I held out my hand. We seemed to have a pretty good deal in common so I relaxed a little. I told her that I was married and that I was not looking to "hook up" or anything, and that I didn't expect any payment (of any kind) for the tickets or dinner, that I was just looking to have fun. I also told her that although my wife knew I was going to the concert, she thought I was going with a buddy, and I'd like to keep it that way so as to not arouse any suspicions or anything. She told me she understood.We had a good. I could feel my cock straining against my swimming trunks.Slowly, I felt her nipples changing and becoming hard in my fingers. Rubbing my thumbs across her soft skin, I felt little bumps appearing around her nipples. I began to feel hot. My erection was becoming painful. My swim trunks were holding it down and bending it painfully. I wiggled my hips a bit trying to move it. My mom gave a sleepy moan.I froze. My God, this was my mother I was feeling up! I pulled my hips back from her and moved. He’s our uncle.” Alicia said.“He’s not our father, then who?” I asked.“Not sure. I found some old letters from Mom to him, and it turns out that Dad took the role up because he wanted to have kids, but since he’s gay, he didn’t want to have sex with a woman. Mom was his sister, so no one batted an eye as they moved around and people just assumed we were his kids. When mom died, it said in her will that he’d take care of us until we found out who our father was then we could live with him if we.