Which makes the story I am about to relate all the dumber.My best friend Becky invited me to a bridal shower for her sister Rosemary. It was typical s...ower with a lot of gag gifts and kidding around. I did my fair share of the kidding by giving Rosemary a large polish sausage with a jar of Vaseline and a note telling her that practice makes perfect. We had several drinks during the party and while we were not drunk, we were in a good mood. One of the girls suggested we take the party to a local. I asked her how she’s feeling about us. She says she’s not all that confused anymore. She knows that she loves having sex with me and that she hasn’t had sex like that in a long time, she went on to correct herself, “it’s been years as a matter of fact.” But she still loves me as her son and she made it firm that her love as a mother will not change. She wanted to drill it in me that she is a mother first and my lover second. What she said caused me to really think about us and what we were. Couple of his riders said the water was not for sale or takin'." You mean they expect to keep us from God's own water?" His face had suddenly turned red. I had seen it do that a couple of times before. Big Ed did not hide his feelings well. "How many are there?" We only saw three but you can bet this time of the year there are more." I said that as I took a metal plate from the stack on the pull down shelf on the side of the chuck wagon."How far is the water?" Big Ed asked."For riders half a. Mom!My breath short, I open my eyes, reluctantly dispensing with the fantasy. My dick, however, is not so quick to forget, and remains iron-hard... pulsating in my hand... Dammit, dammit, dammit!Why is it always her?This is hardly the first time I've tried to wank my problem away. Every time I start to touch myself, to relieve the pressure in my balls, she keeps creeping in... Her face, her body, her voice... they creep into my imagination, eating away at any fantasty I try to erect... her.