Nothing had been spoken between us that would indicate any difference, but now he seemed to look at me differently. A few times I had a strong feeling... he was checking out my boobs and butt when he thought I was unaware. Each time this happened I felt a tingle, a pleasing tingle. I would have given much to know his thoughts when I got that feeling. I was no longer the gawky kid Lucas had met when he and Craig became buds. I had blossomed, as some would say, blossomed to my 34C’s for one thing.. This happened about 10 years ago.Abit about my mum, well she was 37 at the time, 5ft 6, long brunette hair down to her shoulders and big brown eyes, she's slim and a 34c bust.I had just turned 17 and a good looker, I kept myself in good shape, went to the gym and played a lot of football, I had been with a few girls but never had sex, had a lot of oral and hand play but that was it, My dad left me and my mum when I was just a baby, he was having an affair with a women at his work, my mum used. ... That was better; humour and a rueful internal admission of mentally slacking off a bit, acceptable in the circumstances but not to be wallowed in. Actually he’d had a damn good time today, he always did with her, but today had been more than “damn good”; it had been - different. Verbal play and banter, as always, deep pleasure in each other’s company, certainly. A mutual joy of being and in watching the world were the stuff of their meetings. but today had been – different; Gaargh ! that. “But………”, I couldn’t utter anything more.A long and silent pause occurred between us. The rain continued to pour down on us. The outline of my semi erect penis can be clearly seen through my lower. We continued to get drenched in the rain, as we stared in each other’s eyes, saying nothing, just reading each other’s faces. Lust was clearly visible on both of our faces. Yes, she too had lust in her eyes. I could see that clearly. She was just trying to play innocent. The time had come. The moment.