The next afternoon was a scorcher. My Mom, I should note, knows that she still turns heads. For example, the two-piece bikini she was wearing was some...thing the average female teenager looking to get attention would wear. In truth, the minute I saw her come out of her room after lunch in the two- piece, my dick gave her a secret salute.While at the beach, I noticed many guys, from teenagers to old pervs, checking out my 45 year old mother. I was both proud and protective of her.The first slight. It’s wrong; I mustn’t have these thoughts. I was old enough to be his mother. I couldn’t help it. I convinced myself that after all he wasn’t my son and he most definitely was not a c***d.He lifted his eyes and looked directly at me. He may as well have been looking directly in my soul. I looked away hoping to shake the uncomfortable sensation I was having. A few more tunes and the band leader introduced the new band. I saw him gently set down his guitar, and then I watched him as he. "I don'tknow if anyone has told you, but both boys are gone now. It seems soquiet around here. Billy never left, though his brother left forBuffalo. He was beaten up at a bar somewhere and never recovered. Andnow Billy too. Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go off. But what of you?We heard about your parents. I'm so sorry." Thank you. I've been doing pretty well. Second year at college. It'stough, but manageable." I was feeling better, more relaxed, in fact abit light headed. "I don't get away. .. it gets complicated. Can I talk you into a late invitation?” She danced fingertips across my hand.“I’m an easy sell on this idea,” I said. “I can’t think of a dog pile I’d rather be in but I can avoid touching you if it makes you uncomfortable.”“But if you did, that would be hot,” added Melissa.Willow ran her hand up Melissa’s arm, a striking contrast between dark and lightly tanned. “Hmmm, that would make you hot, baby?”Melissa leaned in to face Willow and in a sultry voice responded, “What.