”“Are you in trouble or in danger?”“I think I am.”I looked out to see her Mercedes in my driveway. “Go get your car and pull it into the g...rage. Then we can talk.”Mark heard the garage door go up and then down with cars moving in and out. He came down to see what was going on and I invited him to come in and hear what Eva had to say.After getting her something to drink, we sat in the living room and she started her story. “Jack, I’m sorry to come to you but I didn’t know where else to turn. You. As a family we never really visited them much, and as I found out later, it was because my mother and her father had issues, from her growing up and being physically sexual with her father.I never would have thought this sort of stuff was in our family cupboard, a dark secret of my mothers own making, and to think that many of her friends say, 'I am a chip of her block', she and I are kindred spirits, perhaps that part explains my own preoccupation with masturbation, something I have practised. Dick had been very pleased and I had felt a strange pleasure, a satisfaction, from the pleasure I’d given him … and the cum he’d given me! I got the feeling he knew how much I had enjoyed him cumming in my mouth and it wasn’t long before the next time. The third time, after a couple of drinks to quiet some initial protests from me, I found myself again in his bed with his cock in my mouth. This time he stopped me, saying “I want to try something different.” I had no idea what that might be but. At least the cushion on my lap was camouflaging my erection.Mom picked up the panties, thought for a moment and pointed towards her room. “I’ll let you know” I'm sure the disappointment was clear on my face as I realised my fantasy was going To have to remain a fantasy. I was not going to see her naked. As she left the room my cock had already started to deflate. Relief in a way as the pressure on my shorts was relieved. My cushion was slowly lowering back towards my lap.She was only gone a.