No, the way things were going (and probably based on a few things that Shani might have mentioned when they were talking just out of my earshot), they...seemed to expect to stay in Cate’s and my room tonight. I hoped my parents would have said something about that, but they were no help at all, merely smiling like Cate at my obvious discomfort.The French Quarter’s streets were still busy, even after dark on a Sunday night, so it was still a pleasant walk. Everyone was busy discussing details. The both noticed my growing bulge in my pants, and mom finally told her daughter that she knew what she could to to pay me back, and she didn't think I'd refuse. Daughter winked and said "I do too," and she reached over and started rubbing my through my jeans. Feeling my growing erection, she unzipped my jeans, unbuckled my belt, and pulled jeans and shorts down exposing a throbbing cock and hairy balls."You're right mom, he's definitely not going to say no!" While mom watched, she massaged. "Remember ourmarriage you fucked up because you wouldn't admit you were a littlesissy faggot! Truthfully? I could have lived with you being this way,if you could have been honest for one minute about it. You can't evenbe honest with yourself about it. You fucking know you want this! Lookhow you're dressed. Now shut up and fucking suck his cock or I'll callyour family and tell them the truth!"As I knelt between his legs, my stomach began to flutter like it wasfull of butterflies. Tears began to. I drive only a few miles over the speed limit, treat my few employees well, donate time and money when I can, try to be there for my kids all the time, from sports to the arts, to whatever else grabs their attention. I really am a good guy! I just. . . . just. . . . I just didn’t have the resolve to stop myself. I wanted it too much. I did pretty well in high school, played sports, good grades, dated a pretty cute girl my entire junior and senior year. I hoped Jenna got to have that too. .