I leaned back as Mommy then put the chair into it's reclining position. Getting up and walking over to my bedroom window,she opened it letting a cool ...reeze fill the room. We could hear music floating on the air. It came from the Church two doors down the street,as the organist practiced for that nights service. "Oh! Isn't that nice? Old Mrs.Harris is serenading us!" Mommy giggled.I looked at my mother and smiled. Mommy looked like an old street whore! Her mascara had run,blackening her eyes. Then towards the end we had 'Jerusalem' and 'Pomp and Circumstance No. 1'. It is a tradition that the words by Benson, 'Land of Hope and Glory', are only sung on the repetition of the melody, when the audience stand to sing. It was quite a sight on that summer evening when probably five thousand people rose as one and sang those words. Eve, emotional tears running down her cheeks, and I stood and sang along with them. The evening concert came to an end and the applause for the Conductor and. Her hands worked the boxer shorts off my lower body, revealing my manhood to her hungry eyes. It was the first time Jasmine had seen it. She had touched it through my pants a couple times but that was it. Her hand shot out and started rubbing it. I pulled on her nipple and she moaned. Her nipple hardened even more once I got it in my mouth, pushing my tongue against it. Her moans urged me on as my teeth bit down on her nipple. Her hand was now pumping up and down on my cock furiously. I moved. ””I know what you thought,” I answered sternly, ”But you don't just do what you want.””Yes ma'am,” he pouted.I took his coke and filled the glass with ice. With a smile, I handed him the drink. I turned to the table and retrieved my glass and the bottle. ”Come on, let's go see if there is a game on.”I plopped on the couch, legs crossed Indian style. My pussy was on display, but I doubt he would do more than look now. He pointed the remote at the television and found a game. I sat the bottle on.