“Maybe you should go first.”We sat in the car for quite a while. Was it a game? Was it a message? I spent some time fighting with my thoughts, see...ing what angle would lead to the truth she seemed to be concealing. Would she hold this over me somehow? Pretend it was nothing and then bring it out later to embarrass me, or even ruin my relationship with Heather? Or was it a game to see if I was interested in her? I glanced at Shannon out of the corner of my eye, noticing her pale hands still. She tried to move toward her again and I grabbed her by both arms. Her D breasts jutted out proudly from her low cut red blouse. My aunt wasn’t as beautiful as my mother, but I finally noticed just how sexy she is, she has a tiny waist and a nice plump ass. Her legs are long but I can’t tell what they look like because she has a work skirt and leggings on right now. Her hair is pinned up in a bitchy manner, her nails and eyebrows are done perfectly, and one can tell at first glance how high. "Almost mom," I said, "But not quite there yet."Then she said, "Stop, and we'll try something else."My hard on was still raging, but I stopped fucking her boobs.Mom stood up and walked to the other side of the single sofa chair, picked up the semen beaker, which had been on the coffee table, and sat down. I followed her and then stood with my hard on in front of her so it was level with her face, as she sat."Jacob, as it looks like it's getting harder for you to cum now, as we've done it so. How itwas difficult finding sets and casting and like. He occasionally triedto ask Danny about his interests, and Danny could tell this man wasclearly trying to make the moves on him. He had no idea how to handleit.Tom and his sisters claimed that they found him with a man this morningin his bed. But he didn't believe them. I mean, he wasn't gay, and hehad no memory of that whatsoever. Not really anyway...maybe something ata dance...but nothing back at his home...he was sure of that. That.