"I'm really sorry mom," Kae repeated to her mother. "It's... it's just that we were kinda curious, that's all. It's not like anything happened." Regar...dless," Megan interrupted. "You're much too young to be watching such things. Now, I want you to promise me that you'll never do this again." Okay," the teen said. "I promise. This is the last time."As a responsible mother, Megan couldn't mention the weekend invitation to Jim's right then. No, as punishment, she would wait a few days before. "Yeah, what're we thinking about," John said."You're thinking about pussy," Pattie said boldly, glancing at her cousin from the corner of her eye to see his reaction."Hey, watch it in front of Eric," John winked."I know the score," Eric muttered, turning onto his belly."Shit, Eric's no cherry-cock," Pattie said."Don't talk dirty," John said, rolling onto his belly too. "Ouch. That hurts." That's because your dick's so big," Pattie smirked."Yeah, and don't you love it," John chuckled, rolling. 'Thank you!' He nodded a smile. 'O' reight, lass.' Feet splashed on the wet flags. I shivered; spread my tiny umbrella. He hunched beneath it, wrapped his arm around my waist and guided me into the throng of woollen overcoats, plastic rain hoods and trilby hats. A neon light led the way. Dodging the buses, we carefully crossed High Street, skipped onto the pavement and paused beneath the flashing sign. I collapsed the brolly, shook it out then stepped into the dazzling gloom. Smoke-laden. I smiled, “And who were you really fucking while you fucked your Momma’s ass?” He blushed, just like before his confidence faded after he came and he suddenly felt guilty. “No one,” he whispered. “Tell Mommy, is there a teacher you want to fuck?” “Maybe,” he admitted, not making eye contact. “Michael, I raised you to look a woman in the eye when you are talking to her,” I said, back in Mother mode. “S-s-sorry,” he apologized, looking into my eyes. “Don’t be sorry son, be strong. I need a strong.