The scholarship athlete was determined to exceed Mister Peterson's expectations and got right down to work.By nine he'd cleared the mudslide and was s...uaring up the hill to set the screening. That part took longer than he thought and it was starting to get pretty hot. Off came his sweat soaked shirt and he started the longest part of the job, setting all the individual stones in place. They weighted less than twenty pounds a piece but there were a lot of them.Sid got the feeling that someone. ”“Was that good?”She nodded shyly and blushed, once again burying her face in his shoulder.“Can I ask you to return the favour?”Should I? she wondered, Yes. That’s really an order dressed up as a request isn’t it? She nodded without taking her face out of his shoulder. Then she was aware of some fumbling whereupon her hand was gently moved onto a warm flesh tube which was rapidly hardening. She stroked the flesh as she had done to get her husband interested, but didn’t know quite what to do. “You’re beautiful, mom,” I said, meaning it. “You look absolutely delicious.”Her head fell back against my shoulder and I kissed her ear, sucked on the lobe. My hands came up under her sweater and cupped her breasts. I felt her nipples and rubbed them, feeling them harden. I felt her take a breath.“Honey,” mom said, “we can’t do this. You know that, don’t you?”She said that, but her ass pushed against my cock. Yes, we were wearing clothes, but still. I kissed her neck again and nibbled her ear. My parentswere very pleased with my string of A's, increased my pocket money by athird and now and then brought me little presents, like a new silverbangle or some new coloured pencils to colour in my imaginary maps with.I might have been content with my life, but I got up late one day and gotnagged at by my mother. To avoid being late for school I took a shortcutthrough the cemetery and look at one of the gravestones, and jumped backin a fright when I saw it had my name and date of birth on.