Fellatio appealed to me so much because it tapped into that loaded imagery, becoming a form of total supplication to a cultural font of authority. I w...s so fascinated by this social dimension of phallic ideals that I convinced my (very enlightened) AP Art History teacher to let me do a term paper tracing attitudes towards the phallus as part of the human ideal from classical to modern times.On the other hand, my research on the issue of pornography exposed me to a wide range of feminist debates. This whole story is full of turning points. The coincidences in our three lives had brought us to turning points dozens ... hundreds ... maybe thousands of times. So there was no primary turning point.So what I should have said was that one of the turning points I actually saw and recognized AS a turning point, was when Lynne blinked, and kind of stuttered: "We're all naked!"Now I don't know if I, being a man, just got used to nudity a little quicker than a woman would, or whether I just didn't. ” I asked impatiently.“Are you?” she replied with a question.“Here?” I asked again.“Your wish..” She took off her bra. My eyes popped out and mouth fell open seeing her half nude for the first time. She had maintained her body soundly. Her assets were not saggy and neither firm. It was like witnessing something so beautiful for the first time.“Do you want to touch?” She guided my hands towards her half nude body, slowly putting them on her smooth lumps.My touch made her moan. Her moan in no. "She said nothing. I sat next to her and kissed her shoulder. Mom didn't move. The fact she didn't push me away confirmed she wanted us to continue our sexual relationship. I continued to kiss my way up her neck and then pulled the top of her babydoll down so her tits would be fully revealed. That was the thing that mesmerized me most about my mom: her large tits. My girlfriend had small tits, so having these mammoth tits available to me was super exciting. I gazed at them for awhile, feeling.