" We noticed," Stan laughed. "Now, on to the next problem. We need a name. We can't go on just being Stan Foxwell and his band. We need something that...will catch the imagination of the public. I'm open to suggestions." I haven't even thought about a name change, but ... considering where we are going this summer, I think you could be right. I guess calling ourselves 'The Beatles' is out," I chuckled."Yuh think?" Stan laughed. "But that's what we need. Something simple and memorable. We need to. I actually felt butterflies in my stomach."Jason, how come you never come to visit us? It's been like 3 years. Everyone really misses you even though mom and dad won't admit it" she asked with her cheek resting on my chest as she continued to hug me."I, uh" trying to think of an excuse as I looked at the floor. "I don't have much money to be taking any trips" You're a horrible liar J Man" It's been a long time since I heard her call me that. I missed my old nickname. Only Ashley was allowed to. Part IIAfter my experience with Victor, I began to look at my mom in a whole new light. I found myself staring at her tits and imagining what they looked like under her blouse. I got a hard on the first time I saw her wearing black nylons. I found myself staring at her ass while her back was to me and she wasn't looking. I even tried rubbing my cock against her ass while horsing around with her. That definetely made her raise an eyebrow. I even tried to figure out how I could make the same hole. I was not a happy camper because of this and I couldn’t wait to get home so I could fuck myself silly! The school bell rang and I bolted out the door looking for a vending machine and bought myself a nice cold bottle of Mt. Dew. From there I went to my bus and today I didn’t want to sit next to anyone. Stepping into the bus I was livid(to say the least) when I saw that the bus was packed except for one seat. The seat was right above the back right or left wheel. Storming past people I sat on.