”We stopped at Blockbuster and I picked up “The Bourne Supremacy.” A little less violent then the Bruce Willis movies, I figured. I had seen it ...at the theater a few months earlier.When we arrived home and walked into the house, I stopped my mother by grabbing her arm. She turned and looked at me with surprise. “Lipstick,” I said. She had forgotten. I hadn’t.I leaned forward and touched my lips to hers. I was close enough that I could feel her soft breasts touch my chest. My heart began to pound. I was sitting in the room that we had turned into a study/library reading when my son came into the room and sat down in the chair across from me. I could only assume that he had something on his mind that he wanted to discuss so I closed the book and laid it on my lap. “What’s up Brandon, something on your mind?” “Actually yes, however to be honest I am a little scared of how you are going to take it.” His response had me a little concerned; I can’t remember a time when either. Actually I was just in a hurry to get in the car before anyone saw me. “What have you got there?” he said, looking at the bag I had brought with me. I handed him the bag and he opened it, and looked at the high heels I had brought. “GOOD GIRL!” he said. “You can leave them on while I fuck you, just like in the movies!” He told me that he had bought some makeup for me, and that I would have to learn to apply it. He was telling me all about his day as he drove, but I was only paying attention to. I got up and greeted Lisa in, "Sandrea went out, want a beer?" She nodded her head and threw herself on the couch as I grabbed two Budweiser and opened both of them, handed her one. For a bit we just watch TV and talking, but things started to get weird when she laid her head on my shoulder. I shrugged it off and thought it was just comfortable and thought it was quite normal. She put her hand on my leg and I moved it awkwardly as she looked up annoyed and I chuckled nervously. Again 10 minutes.