She had the passive-aggression angle figured out, at least where I was concerned. This didn't mean that I lacked a backbone, as she knew well, but it ...eant I had to keep an iron grip on my feelings around her. Otherwise, she'd walk all over me. Thankfully, this incident wasn't a serious issue for me, and I saw some potential leverage in it for me."Sure, Ninve. I'll stand guard outside and make sure no one walks in on you," I offered in most my genteel guise.I was good at the phony chivalry. He took a bit of the spunk that had landed on my cleavage and started spreading over one dark nipple. Then he sucked it back off and swirled his tongue over it and bit it gently. He carried on doing this for a few minutes before I felt his hand work its way down to my panties. As you can imagine, they were absolutely soaking by now. He murmured with delight we he found how wet they were! He pushed his fingers under the elastic at my waist and down over my pubes to my clit. He took some of the. In Europe, where she had travelled extensively before meeting my dad, young people were expected to have a glass or two with their dinner.She turned the steaks on the BBQ and I noted how Matt’s eyes were glued to her ass. It slowly dawned on me that they had something going on. At first, I was upset but then it made me laugh. The idea of Matt having sex with my mother was absurd. First of all, she was more than twice his age. Second, my mother had an appetite for sex that I didn’t think Matt. I can't believe I hadn't given him much more thought because I don't really know any gay guys in town yet. So last week I got a text from Ryan saying that he and his boyfriend (yes, he wrote boyfriend) were going to shoot some pool and I was welcome to join them.The pool bar in town is awesome – huge room with a stack of tables and it's nice and laid back. I saw Ryan and he introduced me to Jazza, who is a real man; that is for sure. Short dark hair, goatee (which I normally don't like but this.