My skin bristled with her soft kisses. The sensation of her warm body next to mine began to arouse me and I could feel my cock beginning to stir. Beck...y pressed her breasts against my back and gently humped her pubic mound against my ass. I remained still as she reached around my waist and ran her cool hands over my chest. She moved gradually down over my stomach until she felt my crotch. Feeling for my balls, she softly squeezed them with one hand while her other began to tease my steadily. The final insult had come when she had started dating the local bully Wes Thompson.I had always felt comfortable talking to mom, so I shared these feelings with her. She listened attentively and tried to give comfort and advice. “You’ll find someone sooner or later,” she had said when I had come back from a date one night looking noticeably depressed. The thing was Alice had been quite agreeable, but I just couldn’t go all the way. Mostly because of my nerves, but that wasn’t the only. But then I caught him again. Only this time I could see he had his hand in his pants. I don't know what I was thinking but for some reason I didn't mind him watching me. I undressed real slowly, letting him get a good look at me. Then I saw him get stiff and I knew he was cuming in his pants. After that I let him catch me all the time. So it did turn you on knowing your son was watching you? I think so, she answered. We talked about what we thought might get our son to be able to watch his. A short crack appeared.A random curse came from her lips as Kasia slumped her shoulders. She'd made a mistake, obviously. Dropping the knife, she raised the log up before her face. Ah. That was it. The notches were too deep. Not enough wood between them. That was fixable. Considering, she pulled down on each end of the stick, snapping it in two. She now had two logs with a notch. Convenient. Moving them together, she placed the notches together but at right angles. To her joy, they connected.