I understood the signal but since she was not talking to me I thought it was unintentional and kept quiet. My mom took the blanket and slowly she told... “The last time I had sex with your father was ten years ago.I had no other physical relationships other than with your father. How many time in the past ten years I thought he is going fuck me. He did not. How many times I thought to getting laid by some other person if not your father. But because of guilt feeling I did not go to anyone else. I. Again I was hard as a rock, like I had been since I saw her come through the hedges to find me. Again, she stared. I could feel her eyes caressing my cock, looking over it with care and interest, examining it. It was something so foreign to her own body, and it held her intense, curious gaze. "Can I... touch it?" she asked me, still unsure of what she could and could not do to my mysterious organ. "Yeah, if you want," I replied. She moved forward and brushed her fingers against it. Naturally,. “That’s blackmail,” she hisses.“Or an invitation,” I say.“You are good at reading people,” Louise concedes.“Are you admitting to exhibitionist tendencies?” I ask.“Yes,” Louise replies.“How extensive are these tendencies?” I ask, continuing to probe.“I love to get primitive,” she says in explanation.“Tell me more,” I say encouragingly.“I will share one experience,” she says, “purely for illustration.”“Please do,” I reply.I can sense that she is a little sexually aroused. This excites me. We are. .. My name isn’t Angela: it’s Anna Maria Louise. Does that sound familiar?” She recognised the shock of acknowledgement in his face. “But you’re...” She nodded.“ ... I suppose you could say that I ran away! You probably know what’s about to happen to me: it wasn’t my choice; but I accept the reasoning behind it! He’s a nice man, and I’m sure that in time we will both grow into the relationship!”“ ... But, in this day and age ... I didn’t think that sort of thing still went on!” Anna.