I was about to open my door when I heard Hollis’s voice from my mother’s room. A sense of mischief took me, and I crept down the hallway to see wh...t they were talking about. I really didn’t want to pry, but I was curious. As I approached, I could hear them more clearly.“ ... need to marry her to get her father’s farm and the money. Her uncle is coordinating everything, with my associate’s help,” Hollis was saying.What? I crept closer.“Thank you for helping us with that,” my mother replied. “Two. Poised perfectly, totally enclosed in a calm shell of acceptance, I reached out for the lines again, for the second time. This time my conscious mind was ready for whatever the rest of my mind was leading me towards. I shifted my awareness towards the source of that pull, and stepped, without moving away from my existence.How do I describe what just happened? As a boy, just becoming a young man, its perhaps understandable that my mind can only think of something from my boyish past to use in. Youre on. The day had come. Mom had to leave. I was to be alone for 30 days. No sexual output, unless I acted on Moms challenge. I was able to fuck Mom before she left in the morning. It was nice knowing that I had sent her out with a pussy full of my cum. But then she was gone. Down the street and around the corner, and I was alone. To skip all of the boring stuff, Ill just talk about my goal. Fucking my neighbor. A few nights after Mom had left was the first progress that had been made. I. She doesn’t turn from the window, the noise of another log being put in place to burn lost along with the rain on the roof. He looks up, watching her from behind, admiring the curves he’s come to know so well, the soft hair falling down her shoulders. With a soft contented sigh he stands, wipes his hands on the towel still wrapped around his waist, and strolls up behind her. She first feels the hands on her shoulders and neck, softly massaging as they draw her deeper into her thoughts for a.