.. more so than your typical bar dill. Pucker your lips. Another beer to wash away the sourness and we were ready for a bit ... or bite ... of very sh...rp cheddar cheese to “cleanse the palate.” Someone bought another pickle ... we were unsure who ... and the guilty party didn’t step forward. My money was on the Texas cowboy. He had a late season Elk license and a guide. Both of them were sitting out the latest snow-storm in the bar at Arrowhead Lodge.The bartender had a roaring fire going in. " That's not what we do during breaks." Meagan protested.Peter explained. "Normally, we're trying to make sure I don't get too worked up, like the day of..." Peter trailed off, realizing that he was about to bring up a sour topic.Meagan finished for him, "the accident?" It was phrased as a question, but more to get Peter to finish his sentence than anything else."Um ... yeah, the accident."Opening up the robe just enough to show a hint of cleavage, Meagan asked, "You were staring at my boobs. I still get royalty checks from it." Mom said. "They come in those large manila envelopes once a year. Those are statement reports about sales and views." Maybe we should get back in touch with this producer." I suggested.Mom laughed at this. "And do what? A mother son? Another brother sister?" Mom laughed."Maybe!" I said."I'll keep it in mind." Mom said. "But don't go getting your hopes up. I don't know if I'm ready to do more porn."My cock throbbed at the thought of fucking my own mother on. ‘See you later son,’ George said, still laughing. ‘Don’t spend the rent money.’ After they were driving out of the park, Nate snorted at himself, and took Dani’s hand in his. She squeezed him, and they drove in silence. It was three blocks before he spoke. ‘Do you think we can talk for a second,’ Nathan asked. He was already pulling over to a strip mall. ‘Of course.’ Pulling into a parking spot, Nate shifted in his seat, and took both her hands. ‘You told me you wanted to know I was in charge.