As soon as I was inside my mother grabbed me by the arm and yanked up my skirt to see my diaper, which was now nearly full. She was shocked and then f...rious. She demanded to know where I was hiding them and I brought her up to my room and pulled them out from under my bed. She grabbed them out of my hand and told me to stay in my room and leave my diaper on until my father got home. Later on, when he finally did, I had peed so much in this one diaper that it was starting to become overfull and. She turned her hand over to grip mine, gave her own squeeze in return, and so we sat holding hands. I liked that, too. It seemed natural. It was loving.I thought about that. If I were dating someone and sat at the table holding her hand, it would be a definite message. It would not be casual. I wouldn't do it with someone I didn't care about and from whom I wanted more. My Mom sure wouldn't do it with anyone, except me or my Dad. Yet, here I was, holding Mom's hand like a lover. Sons do have a. .." he said, once again urging me to cum.------------------------ Finally, after about an hour of him sucking, jerking, and deep throating my dick, I could finally feel the intense, overwhelming sensation of the long awaited climax.------------------------"Mmmm.... I-I'm-I'm gonna cum... mmmm... I'm gonna cum..." I began moaning louder and louder.------------------------ He quickly wrapped his mouth around my dick and began jerking while he continued to. They were coming about twice a week now, and the scenarios were almost always the same, sneak in under cover of darkness, slip into a bed, and get ridden like a wild stallion.The refreshing part about it was that they were all so appreciative of the sex, that they didn't care if I just shot my load, got dressed and left.This was unheard of with the co-eds I had been accustomed to. There was always the "I hope this doesn't get in the way of our friendship" talk before and the mandatory "cuddle".