But then my immediate concern was what to do about the spunk splashed onto my bed and dripping from my still half erect cock! I wiped it off as best I...could with my handkerchief or briefs and hoped my mother wouldn’t notice and realise I was now a “wanker”! Next day at school I was so proud I was now in that elite club of boys who masturbated. When they mentioned wanking I hinted that I masturbated too. Over the next few weeks I experimented with technique, finding the most sensitive parts of. Twice. That's when she'd started acting strangely, but not right away. I mean a couple days later, starting with odd looks. Then she started smiling at me sometimes, for no good reason. Now she was forgetting to close her bedroom door? Not likely, but I wasn't sure what it meant. I mean, I could almost guess, but my mom wouldn't flirt with me. No way!Would she? Mom had sworn me to secrecy, and even more than that -- She'd made me promise that we'd never, ever speak of what happened. It hadn't. This is when I decided its time to fuck. I went to un do my pants, and she smiled but shook her head no. I was pissed but went back to fingering and kissing. I took her white panties off and kept finger. But I had a plan. I got right on top of her and kept fingering. I tried to get two fingers in but it was hurting and she said no. So without her seeing and hearing, I unzipped my fly, and took my cock out. It was hard as a rock. I put the tip right against her vagina, and pushed. " My father’s eyes widened and mouth gaped at my words, knowing what was about to happen. He watched in awe as I dropped to my knees in front of him. His cock was inches from my face, throbbing and twitching with excitement. I brushed my hair aside and looked up at him, remembering that guys of all ages love that. I grasped the base of his cock and realized that my fingers couldn’t quite reach all the way around the thick meat. Then I slowly, teasingly dragged my tongue against the sensitive.