For a brief moment, I had thought about sliding a finger behind Dad's balls toward his asshole, the way Mom liked me to do, but sanity took over. I di...n't want to give Dad any ideas about my ass. If he tried to get his cock in my anus, I would leave, even if it meant giving up Mom's pussy.Mom's hand snaked between my legs and began to play with my cock. The excitement made my efforts on Dad's cock even stronger, and he soon began to puff, followed by the same expression I sometimes used.Did Mom. I did the girly thing and ask my mother to accompany me to the restroom.“Mom, why didn’t you tell me he had a son and Mr. Brennan was bringing him tonight?”My mother started primping in the mirror, “He is quite handsome isn’t he? I didn’t want you to think I was matchmaking. I wanted you to meet him and make up your own mind. I must admit I did tell him a few things about you and showed him your picture.”“What did you tell him?”“That you’re not a virgin.”“Mom!”Mom started fussing with her. It turned out that the sports teams considered the cheerleaders their personal property and as far as they were concerned no boys were allowed to get even close to them. Things were at a Mexican standoff with them and me until one day, I was walking home from a practice session. Tracy had someplace to be so I was walking home alone. When I got to within a couple of blocks from home I was jumped by three of the jocks and dragged back into the woods.They pushed me down on the ground and started. “Without getting into details, there have been successes,” I replied with a smile.The conversation lasted another thirty minutes before we gathered in front of the reporters. This time I was successful at standing behind the VIP’s and getting away without answering any questions. The ones that did come my way I handed off to Ben.After the press conference Ben and I discussed the boxes of evidence Garcia had brought with him.“I want a copy of anything that references the Prince, Balthazar, any.