For most boys it never goes beyond that point. But for some of us that point of realization coincides with the beginnings of our sexual awakening. We ...ome to see Mom not just as a woman, but as a sexual creature. A woman to be desired, lusted after, the object of our masturbatory fantisies. For most thats as far as it ever goes. But a very, very, very few of us our lucky enough to get the opportunity to fulfill those fantisies.I don't remember how young I was when I started messaging my moms. ”“You are in a hurry.”“Yes, I am,” Pam replied. And then it went quiet. “In the bedroom?” Elaine suggested,I nodded.“Come on, then.”“Where?”“To say hello. Look,” she added, grasping my penis which had started to stiffen, “You’re so glad to see them!”“Like this?”“Oh yes,” she replied, very firmly. “Just like this.”So I wrapped one still wet arm around her naked body to support her and slowly we descended the stairs. In the lounge we turned towards the bedroom door. It was ajar.“Don’t you come in. Violet helped me up as everyone in the house went outside to see what all of the commotion was about.None of the soldiers moved, but his two lackeys started to move towards me. I moved Violet behind me, as I did not want her to get hurt should things become violent.Now the only way to try and put the blame on me, would require him to reveal that he sent his men after me. He realized the predicament that I had maneuvered him into, it only made him worse. His rage became palpable, he either had. Your hands cruise down my body to cup my ass, as you press your fingers between my legs you can feel my wetness seeping through my salwar.I slip my hands over your naked thighs, up your hips, under the shirt you still wear. I rake my nails over your back, lower to your ass, then bring my hands around to grasp you again, just for a second before I push your shirt up so I can lick your nipples.Knowing if I continued to touch you like this you would never get to torture me with pleasure you push.