" She said softly, "Really?"I got up and walked towards her, "I don't think you realize the effect you have." "I think about you every day, I've never... been more turned on by a woman." At that, she glanced down to see the bulge in my pants. I said, "Sorry, I can't help that". She looked at me and said, "I've never had a guy get excited over me", "I've never even seen a guys thing." I was shocked and just kind of blurted out, "Really?!" She looked down embarrassed and replied softly, "ya". I. Mother witnessed it. She ... she wrote me a letter."She pulled the letter from the skirt of her red dress, but then she paused and had second thoughts and returned it to the pocket, forcing it back in.I hesitated. "Are you worried about your mother?" No, not mother. They killed her ... just two weeks after they killed my father." I'm sorry."She glared at me. "Don't jest, monsieur!" I mean it," I insisted with moral empathy, for I understood that she'd be upset having lost both of her parents.. We walked together along the prom, and it wasn't long before mum was pulling me into a bar for another drink. I sat on a stool at the counter, and got mum to straddle me, chest to chest. The younger of the two barmen came eagerly over to take our order, whilst the elder one looked less than pleased to see us. As mum had straddled me, her dress rode up over her bottom, and if I'd not had any shorts on, my cock would have slipped straight up her cunt. Mum could obviously feel my erection and. Biting my lip I reply, “It’s called ‘Are you nervous yet.’ See I am going to move my hand down your body and keep asking you if you are nervous yet. It’s much more fun if you do the same and we take turns. So, you get the rules?” “Yes actually. I have played this before and I’ll let you in on a little secret…” Ian leans in and I can feel his breath on my cheek as he whispers “I never lose.” “Me neither.” I smile smugly at him and start moving my hand. I trail my fingers across his firm chest.