”We argued some more until my mother said, “What can I do to make you keep away from Bronwyn?”Old feelings bubbled up, clandestine sensations I�...�d supressed. I looked at my mother’s generous frontage, her big boobs inside her red, button-front cardigan. “Show me your tits and I’ll wank off instead,” I said.The shock in her eyes was instant. My mother gasped, eyes huge and round as her mouth fell slack. It was a ridiculous, awful thing to say, and truth be told I hadn’t meant to say it. I was. The more we were together, the less likely THAT was. When she didn’t object to taking me home in her car, it pretty well defined her relationship status.Typically for how things had gone thus far, nobody said anything on the ride over to her place, in a not-too-prosperous-looking apartment block. She got out and I grabbed probably three-quarters of the bags out of the trunk. She grabbed the rest and led me inside to a first-floor place -- and straight into the kitchen, where we put her things. A hardness was growing underneath her, a promise of worse to come.The transport glided to a stop, and announced their destination. The door opened.Zack shoved her off him, stood up unsteadily.Renee had just regained her feet, when she was jerked out of the vehicle by her collar.He stood above her, the hunger on his face lit by the cab's interior. One hand was already pushing his pants down.She crossed her legs instinctively, raised one warding hand, said the first thing that came to mind."Zack-. You have done well on your first voyage and the crew all like you. He gave me a laptop computer with some games on it. I cried when I received it. He also gave me an external hard drive that had a thousand movies on it. He said, " We will be in port three weeks this time and I wanted you to have some diversions. The cook's helper will still bring you your food." The Captain then sat on my bed beside me and said, " You did very well this trip and I have decided that you deserve a.