“Aaahhh, Doc, I’m gonna cum.” When I said that, she bent down and took my circumcised head between her full, red lips. I gasped as her tongue sw...rled around the head, then under the ridge all the while her hand kept stroking the veiny seven inch shaft. Her other hand squeezed my nuts one last time as she sucked the large cock head like a vacuum.The first thick rope of sperm hit the back of her throat, she quickly swallowed and the next load filled her mouth. She swallowed quickly, then slipped. "Can I have a little privacy, here?" she laughed and shooed me into the bathroom. "Get the water ready, young man!"I dragged my eyes away and soon the steam was rolling from the shower stall. I waited in the rising steam, writing my name on the glass over and over until the door opened and the lower half of my mom appeared.The triangle of hair was dark and curly and I could see the split between her legs through the soft curls.This was the ritual when we were going to an opera or another event. Perhapsthe fire still was banked, a deep-down glow. It only takes a gentle breathof air. It hadn't happened yet, I decided. I bet she's just a littleworried.She didn't look to bad, all things considered. I bet she fretted, though.She stood to check the mirror. Eyes up and down, a half spin, just tocheck her back. I thought the makeup bothered her a bit; a little much forsmall town girls, but really not too bad. Nice to have a friend to help.She took a lipstick, a little brighter red what she'd. Her mother squawked. “You aren’t talking on your cell phone while you’re driving, are you? You know that’s dangerous. Talking on a cell phone and driving is just as dangerous as driving while intoxicated. I’ve told you before that...”“Mom! I haven’t even started the car, yet,” Sherry said.“It’ll take you more than five minutes to get here from the university,” her mother said.“I’m not at the university,” Sherry said knowing that she was going to regret saying that.“Where are you?”“I’m about six.