You should be cause if you keep bullshytting me I'm gonna slap that shyt right out of you! Take that baby oil and pour some in your hand and get it on...my dick and be quick...' If I was not so timid and afraid that I would get the shyt beat out of me I would have fought back or something but I only did as told. I poured a good amount in the palm of my hand and gently rubbed them together as Daniel moved closer. I reached out and took hold of his monumental male member. As I touched his member it. She looked serious though and I felt my stomach drop through the chair.She walked over to my bed and said, "Heather, we need to talk." I thought, "Oh crap and locked my screen and went over to Mom.”I just was talking to Bill, and he said that you might need to talk. He told me about what happened this morning."I was just staring at the floor. How could I have been so stupid! I was flirting with my new step-dad and one thing led to another and... Shit! What was I going to ever say to Mom. . It was torture and heaven both to sit there until the show was over. As soon as the credits started to roll I got up and left the room, once again failing to say goodnight, which was fortunate. Halfway up the stairs, I started shooting into my pants.I couldn't get to sleep that night. I kept thinking about the way Mom sat there and let the root beer dry on her legs while holding them open as if she wanted me to see, to watch it with her. It was so freaking weird. I had never experienced. Because you're waiting on your dissertation committee and you're not a basket case, and because anyone who can read that..." I pointed down at the papers in front of her, "can program my VCR so that I don't miss 'Reba' anymore."She laughed again. "And why would I want to go out with you?" Good question," I mused. "Well, I'm cute. And I'm funny. And I don't kiss on the first date, so don't even ask me." Not even if I beg?" Won't happen," I told her.By the time we'd finished dinner, I knew I was.