After I saw you in the bath mom, I had to go to my room and beat-off. Sex . . …sorry for saying that…” It didn’t matter, I think I was beyond further shock at that stage. I saw his expression change momentarily. As it happened, his hand commenced its own exploratory across my abdomen and hips. I don’t know what made me turn around, maybe subconsciously I just ‘knew!”
Trent was standing there. If nothing else, it was as much a betrayal of Conrad as a corrupting influence in our family lives. With a minimum of guidance he slipped into me and as I drew my knees up in absolute pleasure at what was so deep inside me, I let myself be taken. “You can take them off.”
He didn’t need any further urging. I am just thirty-seven now while Trent celebrated his eighteenth year a few months back. Conrad had been down at the club with Jeremy, his best-friend since childhood and I had taken the opportunity to have a relaxing hot bath, it being mid-winter still. It was simply a case of sooner rather than later! “And just how many of them have you seen like this Trent?”
Fully blushing now he corrected himself.
