I sat there for a few minutes, absorbing the heat and staring off into space, wondering if I had finally lost my mind. I shook my head giving myself a...sarcastic half-smile as I finally brought the mug up for a first sip of the rich liquid."Hi," said a deep voice with that adorable southern accent I had heard only at the end of a few long distance calls. My hand froze in midair and my eyes flew up to the voice. I only glanced at his face for a second, but I knew before I looked who it was."Hi!". Just at the thought of my mom actually looking at my cock madeit rock hard and push my shorts to the side.While my cock was doing this, thecloset door slowly closed. I was hoping it was for her to get a better glance.No hope after a minute or so my cock slowly gets soft and the door closes allthe way and she walks away.Well all my hopes and dreams are thrown out the window when she says she goingto sleep. So I jump out of my shorts and just throw on some boxers and startwatching some of the. I hate platforms) We’ve never really done anything together; she’s not a bit like what myself and my buddies find, feel, fuck and forget on the singles bar scene we usually prowl. I like her too much to think of her that way, which is a happy first for me. We are so busy in our separate jobs that we don’t even see each other much.One other thing; she is hard to talk to; this is because I’m a victim of the good old all-American male double standard; she’s no pickup, so I get tongued-tied around. That evening I was returning from a meeting at the War Department when I caught sight of a familiar form. I chased Robert down, slipped up behind him and whispered, ‘Hey Sailor, looking for a good time?’ I never could surprise him, damn it. He turned and sighed. ‘Bridget, you’re about to go on a mission. You shouldn’t act so juvenile. Remember the Nazis have done a lot of research and exploration into the occult. They almost certainly know all about us and how to deal with us.’ He was right, as.