I still wasn't ready to admit to myself that I was OK with what was happening, let alone to someone else.He read the cue and I felt him unbuckle my be...t and undo the button of my jeans. Then his hand went back in and I felt him touching my cock. I was hard. I hadn't realized until he touched me. He suggested we would be more comfortable on his bed. I was stoned, and curious and aroused. I nodded. He helped me up and took me by the hand to the next room. When we were next to his bed he stopped. Sybil said she understood. She had a time in her life that she hoped that she could forget someday too, so it ended that topic. She did ask about Ron's siblings; Mom told her about DJ and Becky, that their families coming down to see Ron at Christmas, and that they hoped to find a place close by for them to stay. Sybil assured her that would not be a problem.When I got home Tuesday night, I saw my mother for the first time in over five years. She looked much older than her real years. She was. I rehearse the little speech in my head as I re-enter the bedroom, stepping towards the bed. I need not have bothered, Victoria is out for the count, mouth wide open, snoring loudly. I decide not to wake her and creep downstairs. The wine has taken it’s toll on me too as I feel really light headed and quite tipsy. It slowly dawns on me that I don’t even know the name of the road she lives on, or where in fact it is. I look in my wallet and find it sadly devoid of any notes. The same story with. “Show me how you do it.” She told me, her eyes piercing me. “Aunty…I…” “Do you want me tell your mother?” I shook my head. “Then show me”. I slowly unbuckled my trouser, wriggled out of it and dropped it the floor. My undy followed. I took the book from her, and began reading, and began stroking my limp cock. Inspire of myself, my penis hardened – the scene was hot, and my hand movements became rapid. My breathing was heavier, and I looked down. My penis was erect, the glans shining and pink. I.