It was a teenage boy's room. His mom hadn't made any changes to it at all. To her he was still a high school kid, he supposed. He walked about for sev...ral minutes inspecting the remnants of his lost youth.After that inspection he walked across the hall to the bathroom. He did his thing then inspected himself in the mirror. His hair was not long but it was ragged. His beard was short, but not stylishly so. In general he was a mess. Back in his room he was surprised by the small TV. It had been. Then, there was what the Vicar said, about a wedding not making a marriage, that it’s a public sign of something inside that’s just between us. But mostly, it was about you.”“Me?”“You. When I’m with you I feel safe. It was hard, when you went back to Sheffield and left me here. Knowing you’ll be here when I get back from town, that’s fine. But now, I feel ... bonded. That’s the word. Am I making sense?”“I think so. Sweetie, I just want you to be happy.”“What about you? Are you happy?”“As long. I began to finger her twat and pulled my cock out of my underwear and coated her pussy and my cock with my pre-cum. I was so damn nervous as I squatted down and pulled my finger out and slid my cock in. Mom moaned and I froze, my cock in her cunt. I got my courage back and began to fuck her cunt. I was so close to cumming when Mom rolled onto her belly, and off my cock. I snuck away and nearly ran on my tip toes to my bedroom, lest I got caught. I jacked off into the palm off my hand and lapped. Finally:"Uh, Tyler, we have to resolve what happened between us. How could we not have known what was going on?" Well, Marjorie, even though we likely didn't have a real hallucinogen, we had been drinking and the Brazilian wax thing was really effective for me. To be honest, I just thought that Sandra was more frisky than usual, although maybe the no need for much foreplay should have tipped me off. Why didn't you figure it out?" I keep asking myself that, and I wonder if it was because I.