Months had passed since the last time he had felt the touch of a woman and Joanne’s soft, wet mouth was a welcome change from a soaped up hand in th...e shower. The feeling was intense and intoxicating. As she licked and sucked, he felt hyper-aware of his surroundings. Knowing that they were outdoors and in semi-public was an illicit rush. It was dirty. It was breaking the rules. It was awesome.“Oh that’s it...” he whimpered.Glancing up at him and making eye contact, Joanne smiled. She laughed. His eyes were unreadable. I couldn't tell if he was disgusted, hurt, or confused. Probably a mixture of all three. It's not every day you find out that one of your parents wants to boink you, after all. He handed me the journal and stalked silently from my bedroom, shutting the door behind him. I lay back on my bed and read the journal myself, page after page, startled by the revelations told in them.Our mom had wanted to fuck Nathan. She'd written how she'd often thought of him while she. I'm the only one who had ever made me cum and only with my fingers.My fists gripped the sheets and my legs clamped around his head. I was getting close and he knew it. A few seconds more and it happened, I came and cried out as if in pain. It felt great soaring over the top then followed by several smaller ones. I held my breath for over two minutes as my slow journey downward made it hard to breathe. Finally I sucked in a deeply, sending needed air into my lungs. My legs still held his head. I did notice that their bikes didn't vibrate as much as mine, so I realised that I would have to look into that.The address was a new set of units about four blocks from the beach on the main road. I did a circuit for a few blocks around, couldn't spot any cop vehicles or suspicious looking characters, so I knocked on the door.The girl who answered said through the crack of the door, "What's yer name?"I replied, "David Newman." How old are ya?"I gave that one some thought. One can always do.