And there we sat…would there be more “gosh” in his life or was it a one time thing? It was my turn and I leaned down, he played with my ears, I started on him…he was so ready…just a few strokes of my hands and tongue and he came in my mouth with hard spurts. “I was hoping you would come home early and they would be in the way of your lesson,” I said. There was a time for talk, but this was not it. It’s like, even with my 13 year old son, nature was functioning and his fingers moved in and out, up and down, found my clit and played with it. I put my hand on his. Both nervous and silent. “Let’s have a look at you,” I said…”You know…” He said: “This?” and stood and pulled off his shorts and underwear. It was a long day and the hours passed slowly as I did my chores, fed Duke, took a long bath, stood drying myself and looking in the mirror.
