Slowing the stroke, and with some squeezing I managed to produce a few drops from the tip. Which I quickly used to slickin up my hand. Taking my finge...r tips, and rubbing it all over the length of me before I went back to gripping myself. I watched as the drops came more frequently now. Over the rim, and down through my fingers as I became closer. Finally, I couldn't hold back any more as it shot out of me. The first rush coating my hand before I was able to raise my hips, and let the rest. The beer in the fridge kept calling me, but I was wise enough not to give in. Food had no appeal. I tried ginger ale and crackers to settle the churning in my stomach, but it didn’t help.I sat in my chair in the living room. I heard her car door. The front door opened, and I looked at her. Her face scanned the mess, the holes in the wall, and the clear look of rage on my face. She looked sad and I knew she’d been crying. But then I saw something I had never seen before—something I never wanted. ” which made Noah chuckle and blush.“I have one last question for you, Noah.”“Uh huh.”“Will you, Noah Sinclair, be my boyfriend?” I asked. I hoped it sounded like the serious question that it was. I was letting him know that this was going to change our relationship forever from mother and son to lovers.Gazing into my eyes, Noah answered with just as much seriousness. “Yes… yes, I will. Emma Sinclair, will you be my girlfriend?.” I know, could that have been any cheesier? To each other, it was. His mother, aunt, and teacher were bound to him - not the other way around.“Jason?” Sarah asked hesitantly. She turned around and propped herself up on one elbow so she could look down at him. “Are you alright?”“Shit.” Jason said, giving out a long shuddering sigh. “I’m really sorry, Sarah.”“What?” His aunt said, surprise evident.Jason slipped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side. She tensed initially at this unexpected movement but relaxed far quicker than she usually did..