With years of edging and control and practice, I am pretty good at cutting it off even right at that point. The right kind of stimulation, physical o... mental, at this point has sent me over the edge plenty, though. Once I was rubbing my exceedingly erect shaft through my pants while driving and listening to porn and I could not stop in time. I thought it was only going to be a trickle, but the idea of the lewdness of what was happening combined with the feeling of the hot, wet jizz rising up. She changed everything, from underwear outwards and shoes upwards. I know this because in the old days she didn't care what I saw, and occasionally slobbed around in her underwear, but now she was working as well, I had to help with keeping house - which meant doing the washing - and I was under strict instructions not to put her 'delicates' in the washing machine; hand wash only.So I got to handle her lingerie in my impressionable early teens.Yes, Mum had switched from underwear to 'lingerie',. ” My breath hitched and my voice shook. “That’s - that’s really not necessary,” I quickly declared. “Nonsense.” She gestured to me as if brushing something away. “It’s all there in my rule book. Article twenty-three, paragraph four A - ‘If the packaging gets damaged or there is reasonable cause to suspect damage of the contained goods before the recipient has acknowledged receipt, a check on the delivered wares must be performed in the presence of the recipient to assert any causes for due. I take this as compliment.I drop my bag on the floor with only two yards to go and I extend my arms to her waist and wrap my arms around her as she puts her arms around my neck and we kiss for the very first time. It’s a peck really. Nothing too passionate, no tongues. We pull apart and rapidly decide what we are going to do. Fuck it, I think to myself, I never even squeezed her arse. I was planning to squeeze her arse all the way up the platform, fuck it.“Let‘s go for that coffee, shall we,”.