"Honey, I wanted to explain some things to you..." she paused when she realized I had my cock in my hand and was jacking off like a mad man. I droppe... my cock and turned to look at her she has a blush to her face that is spreading down to her chest. "MOM!" She just stood and stared at me with my cock all hard and throbbing. "What I wanted to talk to about was what you may have seen last night, and again this morning, and I hope that you do not feel badly about me."she said. I looked at her. Why did you do that? Bill asked croakily, his voice showing exhaustion.I felt ashamed to tell my son that the reason I didn’t want him to withdraw, was because I had succumbed to nature’s biological itch to procreate, and my son’s half a billion odd army was currently on its way to do the job they were always destined to do. There’s no use crying over spilt milk now, or rather spilt semen, I thought. I am very tired now, we’ll discuss it tomorrow, Goodnight, son. We felt thoroughly spent and. “No problem at all ma’am. I won’t be a burden. I can help drive, cook, clean whatever you need,” Danny gushed. We met up the next morning and spent a great day seeing the elks and buffaloes the mud pots and geysers too. Everywhere we went Danny ran in front and pointed out everything for us before we got there. Danny also dressed in her loosest most concealing clothes. Very smart for a ninteen year old kid. We ate lunch at a restaurant Danny suggested. The food was amazing local cosine at a. "I'd say ... about as sensitive as yours are." Jillian then reached out now running her finger over the tip of my other breast. "Sometimes I can make her cum just by doing this," she told me, still fingering my now very erect, very hard and yes ... very, very sensitive nipple. "Ever done that?" She asked me."Na ... Na ... No," I shivered again. Surprised as I saw my own hands reaching up, now cupping one of Jillian's breasts, as well as Sharon's. "Can't say ... that I ever have," I said.