I reached into my pocket and extracted my handkerchief and put on the seat where it was handy. Once again I surreptitiously opened my fly and freed my...hard cock. This time it came to rest against mom's panties. Mom was one of those women who wore her panties over her pantyhose, more for aesthetics than for any practical reason. She must have been wearing satin or silk panties because they felt absolutely fantastic against my manhood; so silky and slippery.Mom was obviously not in favour of. Are they all like that? The size of it is somewhat intimidating.)Oh shit. She has seen my boner, and she keeps looking at it.Amy: (This is getting a bit awkward. I don’t want it to be!) Hmmm. Dad?Me: Yeah, honey?Amy: I’ve noticed that your penis is always hard. And I know what you said before. That it’s totally normal.Me: It is honey.Amy: Do you think I could touch it?What? She didn’t really say that, did she?Amy: I mean. That could help you relax, right? Just like you do with me and my. I worked until 5:00pm then pedaled home. I had a completely quiet night planned, with just a couple of phone calls to make.My first call was to Becky. I let her know I was thinking of her and was looking forward to dinner. Would July 2nd be OK?She ran to ask and came back. “Daddy said that’s fine. Can you stay late? Maybe stay over?”“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I said.“You can stay in the guest room. I promise to behave.”“The only way that can ever happen is if your dad calls my dad and. I told him of the verbal abuse I had endured from the nuns, and of the licentiousness of the patients. By the time I had finished divulging my story, he was speechless. He shook his head and promised that I would not have to return to such a life. As the day wore on, I was reassured by the constancy of his company. We sometimes sat quietly together, other times we exchanged stories, and every so often, he turned to kiss me. I had been kissed by others, but Erich’s kisses were something beyond.