As I said before, this story isn't for everyone. So, consider this your only warning.For those of you that are still with me, allow me a moment to giv... you some context behind the events I plan on writing in more intimate detail:Among my many family members, there are only two that enjoy a good piece of classical music. Myself being one and the other being my aunt, Amy. Two years ago, she rented a hotel room for us to stay when we took a trip to the big city as the large concert processions of. A parent may not have financial or medical or any other responsibility for the adult child, but the kid is still a child and the parent is still a parent, that's pretty clear.OK, so we've established what the parent owes the kid? And the reverse? No, there's nothing the kid owes the parent, other than civility, some respect if it's earned, and a willingness to do what is necessary and appropriate to make the household run.So we've gotten that down, fine, but now we get into iffier areas. In our. He had model-like hair(gorgeous hair) and a face that could, unquestionably belong to a God, and featured the most intense shade of blue for eyes, an appealing nose and a striking mouth that made me fantasize of where that mouth could be. Alex wasn't less handsome but also wasn't more and yet he looked completely different to Drew. Their parents weren't as good looking as them but were still a sight to enjoy and had a very prestigious way of presenting themselves. I was proud that my parents. "Could you show me?" This can't be good.I closed my eyes as I thought to myself for a moment. Her mother would be another hour, she brought everything with her and the store was an hour and a half round trip. I would be as caring as possible, and I would be happy just to see her nude, that would be enough to keep my lust for her satisfied. It was nothing more than lust, but I was drunk on it right at that moment."Would you tell your mom?" I was sure she wouldn't want to confront her mother.