He doesn’t mind. He’s not interested anymore but he wants me to be happy. So you can relax and…” Her hand grazed my swelling cock as she moved...it to my waist. Then she stood up and pulled a bed down from the wall. It was already made. She sat on it. “Well?” she said expectantly, slipping her sandals off. As I stood up she pulled her t-shirt over her head and revealed her lily-white torso and a deep navel. She was not wearing a bra. She was brazen about this but I got the feeling that was. " The first time, I mean when we're all together, could I be first?"HUH?" You know, could I be the first one you have sex with, I mean could you fuck me before the others? I mean, I'm your mother, it's my, I mean it's our house, It would make me feel good if I was the first one you did that night. I'll do anything you ask me, you know that, I'll go down on them to lube them up for you, I'll clean them up afterward, but please could I be the first one you stick this dick in, please?" And as she. She then manoeuvred herself to kneel between my thighs and clamped her lips on me again. She concentrated on licking and sucking my glans and the sensation was off the scale. She took my hand, placed it on the base of my rigid member and quickly got back to work on my bulbous head. As a teenager accustomed to regular masturbation I instinctively started to stroke myself and soon felt my sap beginning to rise. Aunt Joan’s head was now bobbing up and down on my glans with increasing tempo. I was. Tossing and turning, I couldn’t think of anything but the past 24 hours. I went through every moment in my head, trying to figure out what your decision would be. I knew what I wanted. It was the same thing that I had always wanted, for us to be together. I knew it would be difficult, because of the distance between us, but I think that our love could be worth the hour drive I would have to make to see you. Finally, I began to doze off. I woke up the next morning. I popped up out of bed, so.