"No"

I reply, feeling a bit confused with what my step-mom might mean. I hope she means what I think she means, but I don't feel sure.

Millie puts her hand on my thigh and rubs it, her bathrobe opening even more now and I can actually see one of her nude breasts in the shadow of the bathrobe.

Millie looks me in the eyes, and working up all my strength I **** myself not to look at her breasts but to look her in the eyes instead.

"Come on Matt." She says, pauses briefly, then continues:

"You must have been on some dates in high school, and you are starting college in the fall."

"Yes, I have." I reply, trying to make my voice sound mature.

Millie's hand wanders up my thigh, getting preciously close to my hard cock.

"And on those dates, that have gone really well, how have they ended?" Millie asks, her finger now grazing the edge of my cock.

I moan a bit under my breath from feeling Millie's finger exploring the outline of my cock. Millie keeps moving her finger on my cock, then whispers in my ear:

"Tell me, Matt."