"She's really quite a good cook. Just a little... messy. And a little intense." So I see," muttered Matt. This was a Dianna he had not expected to see...By the time they all sat down at the card table set up in the middle of the living room, all was well. The table was nicely set, with two candles in the middle, the rest of the lights in the room dimmed. There was good, crusty garlic bread in a golden basket lined with a linen napkin. Pasta steamed on the four plates.Matt's first forkful. He is very kind.’ Time to bite the bullet. ‘What time do you finish Amy?’ ‘About half past two today,’ she said almost as if she didn’t want to finish. I thought that strange. I detected a little something in her voice, fear? I didn’t know then. ‘We’re staying in this afternoon,’ I said pointedly, fixing her with my eyes, ‘would you like to join us.’ She didn’t look shocked at this, surprised I suppose, but it didn’t seem to shock her. Then she looked scared. ‘No, no, I can’t,’ she said. He swelled inside her and she gave another soft cry, a gasp of pleasure escaping out through her sleeping throat. Slowly, gently, he eased his hips away from hers, and started to pull out. His balls tingled as he felt them leave her clit, and the base of his shaft thrilled with pleasure as it left her warm, soft pussy. Carefully and methodically he pulled his cock out the same way he put it in, and each millimeter he felt waves of pleasure rushing through him like a wind. He paused when. If anything, he looked proud. Debby squirmed again trying not to look at his crotch. "Yeah, I know," Kenny said. "What about it?" "Kenny, I might as well not beat around the bush with this. Kathy, your mother, told me that you... that you made a pass at her Kenny. A sexual pass, at your own mom!" I know who she is," Kenny said, grinning. "You don't have to remind me!" "Kenny, don't you know what a sin it is to feel that kind of desire for your own mother? Other boys your age aren't that way..