Carly continued to ask herself question after question as she sat at her desk, returning phone calls and emails mindlessly. She thought she might have...agreed to anything at that point and she wouldn't remember it ten minutes later. "Is this really going to happen? I can't really do this, can I? He's my son! But like Linda said, we're both adults. No one's making anyone do anything. But it's not normal. But who's to say what's normal? I think he really wants to be with me. That really turns me. But that will be in a few years, when she learns the techniques of charm, make up, and grace. For now, she is just (and I use that word loosely) an extremely attractive young teen who likes to run in the morning --just the prettiest young thing that I have ever seen in my life, and seeing her each morning gives me a hard-on that won't quit until mid-day. How can I describe her and do her justice? It's not really right to describe her as petite, because I think that implies being short as well. The cold air surrounded her nipples, both grew hard and perky very quickly. She put it in her bag, she was blushing hard and covered her tits. This was happening. She was in the locker room at school in only pink embarrassing panties, covering her tits and feeling a bit aroused. As she covered she caught herself groping her left nipple. As soon as she caught herself she stopped quickly. She pulled down her panties, her cleanly shaven pussy now exposed. She put the panties into the bag. She was. They did not yet co-habit and their relationship was still in its sexual infancy. Alice smiled to herself as she recollected the last time they made love; exploratory, demanding, and passionate. Sex had not yet entered its secondary phase.“I will miss Dave this weekend” she thought remembering that he was going away on a golfing trip with the ‘lads’. “A piss up more like,” chuckling to herself. She knew the coach was leaving at 10:30 am and she wondered whether she should go down there and wave.