The road construction pretty much forced me to stop at the bar and throw back a few cocktails. It was either that or stand in traffic for eons. That's... where I met Frank. He seemed to be a regular. We talked, laughed, and shared interests enough to easily become a stop I'd looked forward to.The one night I shared a happy hour with him, an ice storm hit the area. My phone exploded with hazard warnings and I was at a loss as to what to do about it. Driving home would be suicidal. Frank suggested. She asked me if I ever loved her. I answered no. But when I asked her the same question and she asked why I was asking her that? I expected a straight ‘No’ with a disgusted face. But this answer surprised me. I asked her to answer me honestly.After forcing so many times she said ‘Yeah’ she liked me. I was really shocked. Not for the answer, but for the chances I missed in fucking her, all my life. I asked her, why do you like me? She was like there is no reason. She would have said ‘Yes’ to. "Yes, incredibly so and I think I have the answer to our problems." He replied stretching while Mille admired how his chest rippled when he did.Hesitating Millie continued to stand at the door, "uh John?" She asked. "Do you have time to see someone? She was rather insistent."John looked up at Millie seeing that she was struggling to get this out, "Ah I see, Ava wants to try again?"Millie's eyes opened wide, "how did you know? Did you see it in my mind?" No my love, the last time you were this. However, his mother’s words came back to haunt him…“Go Brian, go back to your room…we can never do this again. It is wrong…it is incest. Please go.” His mother had been so insistent that despite his longing for her and the sex they had had together he didn’t want to displease his mother. He vowed to himself that he would never do that to his mother, again. In fact, he was so caught up in the emotion that he swore not to jack off ever again. So he lay there with aching cock visualizing what he.