"Jon, when you came here to live, I could hardly stand to be around you. I thought you were stuck up and snooty towards me and your grandfather. Do yo...u know we spent many nights, right at this table, talking about you? I told him if you kept treating me like I was your hired help, instead of a member of the family, I would quit working for him. He kept telling me to wait, to give you time to adjust to living in this country, because you never knew you had a family. He told me all he had found. .. pronounced Clue-chi. They are long time Pentwater people ... Came from Quebec ... commercial fishermen ... bought their fish-rights from the Indians ... oh... 1770 or thereabouts.The smell of their hickory smoke mixed with the wonderful smell of the last stand of first growth one hundred to two hundred foot tall white pines nestled in a little valley between the dunes north of town told me the light wind was out of the north.Daybreak.Anderson Salvage steam tug number 2 must have a contract. Giving her the touch of calming her down, looking straight into her eyes, I said, “I love you, mom. I love the way you are. I love your body. I love you.”Mom looked into my eyes with her lovely watery eyes, and we exchanged our deep looks at each other. I slowly took her hand and put it on my crotch to let her feel my cock.My mom came back to her senses and took her hand back real quick, saying, “Abhi, do you even understand what you are doing?”Me: I am very clear, mom. I love you. I want to. My cock was throbbing and seeping my precum even though I had not touched it. I looked up at her face. Her gaze was focused on the screen in front of her. I could tell what was displayed because she began moving differently, swirling her hips around a little. Then she looked down at me, just once as spread her pussy lips with one hand and used two fingers from the other hand to rub over it. “Hold it tight; I’m gonna come pretty soon!” she gasped. Then all hell broke loose as she began to bob.