Over the next few days we spent more time together and she treated me more like a friend rather than a son. We both seemed to enjoy each other’s com...any that we had missed over the years. She would teach me some of her favourite recipes and I would help her cook. There was much more physical contact like touching and hugging between us which I enjoyed. Not sure if I was getting bolder or she was getting more comfortable with me or she just regarded me as being her son.She loved discussing her. As she slides in she pulls her skirt up enough to give him a good view of what he is getting tonight and laughs as he closes her door watching him head back to his truck. Moments later he is following her as she drives conservatively down a side road covered in the trees not a house around for miles. “Now that we are hear be good till the girls are in bed then we will get to have some fun, and don’t let the girls that tent in your pant’s they might get jealous.” “Yes mam.” “Just Isabelle is. I had two of them.One was Gerald who was eighteen and a tall lanky basketball player. He also had a long dick. Sis wasn’t too into him, but he kept hanging around, hoping. I got him to show me how to make some shots, and he was happy to show off. Then I started blocking him and bumped and rubbed up against him so much he got an erection…and the message. When his hard-on was clearly visible and he couldn’t hide it, I groped him.He froze and I said, “Let’s go in the garage.”Once there he put up. We found a good place and began to get our bait on our hooks. Once we were set I laid down my rod and said, “Here Luke let me show you how to cast out, you stand there and relax. Let me get behind you and show you the motions you need to make. Ok?” “Sure, thanks for the help,” he said as I walked behind him, my cock already on the rise. I took his right arm with my right hand and slowly slid it down to his wrist. My left hand went around his small waist and rested on his tight abs. I thought I.