In a cheery voice she asked,"And what is this Larry?" I think you know what it is Aunt Gert." Oh I do and I have not seen one quite this big in a whil.... Now why do you think this popped up? could it be from wearing my half-glasses? or my beads?" I really don't know Aunt Gert." Oh I think I do, I have wondered at times why a guy would want to wear a pair of womens half-glasses. I have seen you try my glasses at times when you were not reading anything and I think this might be a fetish you have.. Then he’d left off and there would be more bobbing.Then some laughing and teasing and more (yuck) kissing and again complimenting him on his beautiful cock. So I exaggerated a little bit but what the heck, it made him feel good. Then back to sucking. Just when it was getting good I remember he didn’t want to cum so I backed off. As his cock came out of my mouth, he grabbed my head and wailed, “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.” Almost brutally he shoving my face back into his lap and his cock. I didn't say much because I didn't want to slur my words and I thinkthere was more to those pills than aspirin and I didn't really findmyself thinking well.Then after we picked out clothing, I had to try it all on. I was a bitembarrassed to be wearing a bra and they acted like all their clientsdid. One fitter actually showed me how to tuck my penis between my legsand push my testicles up into my body. He seemed to enjoy helping medown there. Strange, and then he handed me this tight little. The problem was she was draining my energy so much I was falling asleep during the daytime and always seemed tired and irritable. My mother noticed and told me maybe it was time to take a rest from Carole for a day or two. “I know young love can be demanding, but Carole is wearing you down my son. As your mother I realise you,re having great sex with her, but be reasonable about it or your health may suffer.” she advised me. Of course I knew best so carried on with Carole. It was the fact.