Her face fell and I snapped a picture. “I think something’s wrong with me.”“Wrong with you?”“I don’t understand why I like it so much wh...n you look at me like that.”“Like what?”“Like guys at school look at me ... undressing me with their eyes.”“I thought you’d be mad if I looked at you like that,” I said.“I should be mad!” Now her face really did display anguish, as she looked off to one side. I took a picture.“But you’re not.” I have no idea why I was pushing this. I was just trying to get. She couldn’t handle him. He would handle her and she would love it.Again, the Saturday shopping trip was of little interest to her as she pondered what lie ahead. I prepared lunch while she sat in the lounge, her mind racing. After lunch she admitted she was tingling all over. “Please fuck me Trent” she moaned. How could I refuse such a request? She seemed more turned on than usual and begged me to ravage her. I was more than happy to do as she asked. First I abused her clit until she came. ” I went into my room and lied on my bed wearing just my boxers. Eyes closed, I allowed my thoughts to wander back to Aunty Sue and the events of the evening. The more I thought about Aunty Sue sucking my cock, taking my cock up her pussy and then coming up her arse, the stiffer my cock became again. Suddenly I was conscious that I wasn’t alone and upon opening my eyes, I looked up and I saw my mum was standing by my bed. She was wearing a silk gown that barely covered the white cotton. She swooped up… and kissed me. This was getting weirder and weirder. But hey, not one to complain.I kissed her back, running my hands slowly up and down her naked back. She reached behind me to lock the door. Mr. boner was back in action, too. She broke off, and I looked at her questioningly. “Conor was a dick,” she explained. “I know that now. And whenever he was mean to me, you were there to pick up the pieces. And how did I repay you? I pushed you away. I like you, John. I like you a lot.”.