If you try to bottle it up, you’ll just hurt yourself trying. Besides, you’re safe here and everyone loves you and, well, we’re here for you. I ...now we can’t take your mom’s place, no one can, but we can help you pick up and move on, remembering who you lost and making them proud of who you become.’ I sat silently as Brent continued to console Alex and after a few minutes we were in the kitchen, making pancakes and playing with the batter as if nothing had happened. I remembered the moment all. We find a table and continue to talk about our day and people watch. However, soon after sitting down I suddenly begin to feel your right hand under the table move over my knee and rub my thigh. I look over to you and give a look like, what are you up to ….here? No one can really see and you are pretty slick about it. You just smile and wink and I trust my instincts (that would faith in you!! Ha ha) . Your hand slides under the skirt portion of my dress and now the surprise is on you!! No. ” She winked“now go do something with that” she continued.“Yeah right, how can I do something with this when my mom just told me she masturbates, really?”She started to tell me how it was natural and how she does it quite often. My cock throbbed against her ass. She could feel, but didn’t complain this time. She started to go into detail of how she does it. Using toys and massaging her special area.“Stop mom” it was too much. My cock was now so hard you could use it to hammer in nails.“im still. This was obviously a crushing blow to one so young, but my dad did his best to make me normal. My father honored the memory of my mother and didn't date for a few years. However, he was a handsome man and a great catch for any lucky woman. Finally, my dad met a woman named Angie and eventually married her when I was ten years old. Angie and I got along pretty well the first two years or so but then she got pregnant and gave birth to my half-sister Patsy. From that time forward, Angie treated.