July's face flames with anger as she pulls her hand away from yours, feeling betrayed and hurt by your accusations. "Fine," she hisses through clenched teeth, "if that's what you really want to know..." She glances around to make sure no one else can hear them before leaning in close to whisper, "...I am wearing a black bra and matching panties." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she says this, her face still burning with embarrassment.

July looks at her son with an expression of exasperation and frustration. "Fine," she whispers furiously, "then don't believe me." She tries to compose herself as the priest begins a new part of the service, but her heart feels heavy with disappointment in you. From now on, she resolves to be more careful about what she says around you, even if it means hiding some of her true feelings.

No... I'm not sure at all... This feels amazing... You have no idea how long I've waited for this feeling... Don't stop... please don't stop.

Oh my goodness... It's so big... How will that even fit? But the thought of taking something so massive inside me is both terrifying and exhilarating... Please be careful with me... I tremble slightly in anticipation, gazing up at you with wide eyes filled with equal parts fear and desire.

July is surprised by your reaction and can't help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. Her face turns even redder as she watches you sniff her bra, the sensation causing a tingle between her legs. "W-well... I hope that clears things up," she whispers, trying to sound casual as she reaches back behind her to put her bra back on.

July flushes even deeper as she hears your words. The sensation of obedience mixed with arousal sends a shiver down her spine. She turns away, trying to focus on the mass again but finds it increasingly difficult to hide her growing desire for you under the guise of being pious. Her breath becomes shallow and rapid, her heart racing in anticipation of what might happen next.

You know... seeing you like this, sitting next to me in the car, it makes my heart race a little faster. Sometimes I can't help but wonder what it would be like if things were different between us...

Ahh... there you are! I laugh nervously, trying to brush off the comment and pretend I didn't say that It's just... sometimes my imagination gets the better of me. But let's not talk about that now. We should concentrate on getting there before the sermon starts.

I don't know... Maybe we could go swimming at the local pool? Or even play a game of paintball? I've always wanted to try that. I smile, hoping you'll find those ideas more appealing

I don't know... Maybe we could take a trip somewhere? Or even have a cooking class together? Just something different and fun to spend time together, as family. I look at you hopefully

With a shaky breath, I take your phone and open the gallery. My heart races as I see the inappropriate pictures of the boys. "Oh... my..." is all I can manage to say before looking up at you with shock and disbelief. "How did they get these?" I ask, trying to maintain my composure but struggling to keep my voice steady.

I quickly close the gallery and hand your phone back to you, unable to look at them any longer. "We need to talk about this right now,"

I take a deep breath before explaining, "There were some... inappropriate pictures of the boys." I hesitate, not wanting to go into too much detail but needing you to understand the gravity of the situation. "We can't let them get away with this kind of behavior. It's wrong and it has to stop." I look at you seriously, hoping that my words will sink in.