Daddy was already tugging me up the elbow and leading me straight through the house to the back door. On the table in the dining room, he handed me a ...nife. “Cut a switch,” he said resignedly, and opened the back door for me. The air hit my bare skin, but I didn’t waste time covering up. I walked as if I were in a dream to the first branch I saw and sawed away at it, forgetting about my nudity in Daddy’s backyard. Daddy had never had me cut my own switch before and the anticipation of the. Leaning over her, she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. After engaging her buckle, and as I moved back, she grabbed my hand and pushed it between her legs, squeezing it with her thighs. My hand was on heaven. She flipped her jacket over my hand, covering the action from anyone walking down the aisle. We had about twenty minutes before hitting the tarmac.Her hands encircled my arm and she squeezed. Now, I am not one to kick a gift horse in the mouth. My fingers explored her material covered luv. Of course that was ridiculous. I just wanted her to stand down by my cock and be able to see it. I was only using about 30 pounds of weight so there was no way I was going to drop it. As I went thru the motions of lifting it and struggling with the barbell my cock would slide in and out of my shorts and it didn’t take long for her to notice. At first she tried to look away but as it grew longer and harder she began to look longer.When I stopped lifting the weight she suddenly stopped looking at. But I didn't. "If you must know, I'm shaved." Really? Why Mom?" Why?" I retorted, unable to come up with anything better. "Why?" Yes, Mother. You asked me, and I answered you honestly. Now I'm asking you. Why do you mow down your hedges?" For the same reason you do." Really? Who are you doing it in front of?" Not THAT reason! Because I touch myself a lot too. And I like to feel everything." Wow. That felt pretty honest, Mom. How interesting, too." Why? What's interesting?" I don't know ... I.