I ended up blowing a few loads thinking about having my Mom. It was Friday morning and my Dad had left on his trip. Mom was in the kitchen making coff...e. She had her bathrobe on. I walked up behind her and put my hand on her back."Scott, you scared me!" She said.I could feel that she didn't have a bra on. I kept rubbing her back and then her shoulders."What are you doing?" She quizzed me.I didn't reply but I put my arms around her waist. She tried pulling away but I found the belt on her robe. He’d believed he was in love, and perhaps it was love he genuinely felt as he masturbated over the grainy black-and-white photographs he borrowed from his older brother on those evenings he imagined and later remembered the visual delights of Jenny’s proud bosom and the surprisingly hirsute curtains that hid the precious trophy of romantic conquest. Although Sam imagined himself as a Humphrey Bogart when he was young, in his attitude to women he was much more like the hero of those Ian Fleming. George watched her tits move and sway some with her deep breathing, her fingers, pinching and pulled on each nipple as her thumb worked on her clit.“Oh fuck,” she moaned as her body started to twitch with the beginning of her orgasm.George had never seen a woman in the throes of orgasm, except for some of the porn he occasionally watched, and he found it such a turn-on. As she hit her peak, Telsa let out a muffled squeal, her legs twitching, juices flowing down her thighs as she came hard.. "I was feigning big pushes — more pressure on his back but toning down the actual arm velocity — because I thought he was going plenty high enough. But he loved it. He was relating a story about rocket ships, dragons, dinosaurs and haunted houses.I was doing my best to follow along and prompting him to add more to the story. I wanted to freeze that perfect day — my son's smiling face, laughter and imagination — in my mind forever.As I put him on my shoulders to for our trip home, he said it.I.