We didn’t talk more than once a week, maybe about half that time video chat. When we did talk, we got along well and the conversation flowed easily.... I think a little of the pressure was off us both, with us being 1200 miles apart.Becca and I continued to get together as well, once or twice per week. Despite her insistence that we weren’t in a relationship, I grew fond of her and knew that if she weren’t moving to California, we might’ve had some potential. I gave her lots of information about. This placed my tits at her face level. She started to kiss and stroke them, then I felt her tears on them. I pulled away, asking her why she was crying. She had always wanted a big chest and this was as close as she felt she would ever get with short of plastic surgery. I looked down at her, her breasts were small, but in immature way. Being a ballerina, this had stunted her development. She would grow, and what a woman she would grow into. Just try convincing her of that was the. .. she certainly was acting guilty enough so that his suspicions were aroused... apart from the way she looked when she came in the door! But he couldn't imagine prim little Tricia with another man... and besides he knew there weren't any other men around apart from her brother and her father!"What have you been up to?" he asked, looking back over his shoulder to check out the camera image. There on the screen behind him he saw himself naked kneeling behind Tricia's smoothly upturned. She then slowly takes my pillow away."What are you doing mam!" Can i see it?" What!!" Please i would like to see it" No way! Your my mam!" Dont be daft, I've seen it before when you were young remember"I become really nervous yet turned on at the same time, my boner is pressing through my boxer shorts and she can see it. She then moves her hand slowly towards my groin."What you doing, this is wrong! You're my mam!" Its ok sweety, I just love you so much, you've grown up to be a handsome young.