They were more memories than dreams, and he had a very good memory when it came to May. That explained why he woke up with the most urgent erection h... had ever had. Normally he would have to wank his cock to relive the need. But knowing that he was going to be with May today, he jealously guarded his come for her. Rather than waste it squirting over his belly and balls, he determined to save it for her. Just in case the opportunity arose, when he could squirt it in her mouth, cunt or arse. . I walk, not turning to face him, to the leather chair in the corner of the room where I sit down, lean back and run my fingers through my hair. He watches me, then speaks. ‘Come here.’ His voice is husky with ideas of sex. I tilt my head and look at him. ‘No,’ I say. ‘You come here.’ He considers this for a moment, then slowly pushes himself away from the door and across the room. By the time he’s standing in front of me, I can see his dick pushing at his jeans. I stand up very close to him. “Good mom. Thanks for this dress. It means everything to me honestly. Having him there with me helps too though,” I replied. Then Steve had a not so good look on his face. “Oh I'm kidding Steve, you know how much I love you,” I said. Then we hugged and kissed once for a minute. “I know this is bit soon, but how long do you wanna stay with us?” Ryan asked. We both didn't know what to say, I guess we both got caught up with us celebrating and talking about the wedding. We just spaced. “Well. I did fantasize about boys a bit more often than girls. Good, Dad said, and pulled me back into his embrace. A few minutes later, Dad stood and took his chair back behind the desk and sat down. Son, he said, Youve been making sperm for almost a year now, and masturbating for about nine months, right? How the hell did he know. I nodded, feeling the tears start flowing again. Have you ever messed around with any other boys, besides Billy? I shook my head. What all have you and Billy done.