My solution was to rent a small apartment from a couple of nice older guys in lower Pacific Heights. It was a safe neighborhood, close to school and ...work and was cozy and cheap. Little did I know that the two 50’s something guys, Bill and Al, would become far more than landlords and upstairs neighbors. In the back of my mind I sensed they were a gay couple but in those days gay couples of that generation kept to themselves and lived as “room mates” and were not open about their orientation. I was speechless. I felt my face blush so hot my skin actually hurt from the heat."Well, do you show me your pantyhose or do you spend the rest of your career here known as 'Pantyhose boy'?"I was trapped. I hemmed and hawed, shuffled my feet, I stalled for time, trying to think of something, anything. All I got was nothing."Do you promise not tell any one?" I meekly asked."The only promise I'll make is to tell everyone if you don't show me right now."Subject apparently closed for. Sis rubbed the cum all around her tits and neck as I thrust my rigid pole deep into her pool of moisture. “That’s it, fuck me, little brother!” Spurred on by her outburst, I started to thrust faster and harder as she put her hands on my chest for support. I held back from blowing my load and waited for Gerri to catch up. As we fucked, her fingers dug into my chest and her head fell back as her pelvic muscles tightened around my cock. With the pressure building, “UUGGHH, I’M CUUMMIINNGG!” I. My interest, though, was taken by the avatar name he had evidently been using. It was, of course, purely a professional interest... although my maternal instincts might well have been activated by the site's banner. It was quickly clear that he had been chatting away on a site that was distinctly adult – the screen was plain enough, but the banner suggested 'erotica', the room choice was 'kinky mothers' and the top right-hand corner of the screen was dominated by bare breasts.None of these.