Okay, I wasn't sure if she was watching us or the sex act that played on the family tube, but she was watching, just the same.My hand froze inside Bec...y's snatch as I pondered over what to do. Should we stop what we were doing and tell Mom we were sorry? I wasn't sure, and my mind went into a panic, and as a result, I could only watch my Mother in the mirror while Becky kept jerking me off.Only as I kept my eye on Mom, I noticed she hadn't moved an inch. In fact, as she sat there, it appeared. He started up again, mergers and finance talk a buzz in my ear as I concentrated on him. He took a swig of scotch as I unbuttoned his shorts, freeing his cock. I could feel he was having trouble keeping the story going. I gripped his shaft in my right hand, feeling his balls through his shorts with my left. My thumb on the ridge under his cock-head, then running over the head, his pre-cum glistening. I leant forward and took him into my mouth."Fuck, Lauren..." The only time I ever heard him. But then, tomorrow will be today and there we go, all over again. Hey, there’s a guy on a late night TV cooking show right now, telling people how to make tarts. I made a tart once. She wore a fruity fragrance and possessed a couple of apple-sized appendages. Delicious. Not sure what other fruits were represented but no cherries were involved. That’s a different story for another time. Oh oh. I ate at an Asian restaurant again for lunch today and my fortune cookie had no fortune in it. Now I’m. " Oh, there's a lot more," Aunt Jessica said, "and you'll learn that in school. A lot of what your teachers will tell you is going to be different than what you learned back in Tiburon." She smiled softly. "And when you have questions, you can always come to me with them." But wouldn't the teachers—" I teach history at the college here in Three Valleys," Aunt Jessica said. "I have books and other records that the teachers don't have." She paused, hearing a noise from elsewhere in the house..