She shifted slightly in her seat and said: I should have had a pee before I left the pub. You should, I said, you've already had 4 pints, your bladde... must be pretty full. Is it much further? she asked. Not far, I replied, which it wasn't, but I suddenly decided to play a little game and turned off onto an indirect route. I wanted to find out how desperate she was. After we had been driving round for a while she said: I thought you said it wasn't far. Well I had to divert round some road. I didn’t dare believe that this was really happening.“This is what you want, isn’t it?” she asked in a horny tone of voice. She had completely unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it out of her skirt, giving me a good view of her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I swallowed and didn’t know what to say.My mother threw her blouse on the floor, now showing me her beautiful breasts in all their glory. “Come on,” she said sighing, “touch them. Lick them.”I couldn’t control myself any longer and threw. “Frankly, I don’t trust that option any more than I trust the mob to be gentle,” I said and explained. “For starters, those files are never as secure as they tell you when they recruit you into the program. Second, they’d take all the money and our new identities would have mom working a shitty job to support us. Hand over a hundred million in cash and the Boston mob on a silver platter and work as a waitress for the rest of her life? Politely go fuck a steak knife Special Agent. Seeing your face, at least after the shock.”“It was a shock. I’ve heard of being waked up that way. Never imagined I’d ever experience it.”She giggled. “Mom would be so mad about me playin’ with your pee-pee.”“It was well and truly played with.”“Maybe I wasn’t playing. Maybe I was serious.” She twisted around to kiss me. Keeps my pot on a low boil, it does.The boil increased with her giggle and the feel of exploring fingers.“Beck,” I moaned.“Yes, baby?”I noted ‘baby’.“You keep me.