As I entered the kitchen I could see Mom behind the island wearing oven mitts and an apron and nothing else. Never in my life had I seen even a hint o... my mother’s naked body beyond a bit of thigh with a short skirt of an occasional view of cleavage that came into my hormone filled brain as a teenager. This was entirely different, her apron was caught between her breasts giving me a full view of them.Her pert breasts were topped with pale areolas and very arousing nipples, the nipples I had. Lost in my thoughts, I almost missed the strange sounds coming from the side of the room occupied by Devin. I looked over to see him on all fours, coughing, almost vomiting, and making a sound sounding something like a mix between a groan of pain and a growl, breathing hard as his body heaved. He’s going to hate me for lying to him…I thought. I told him what I was told. It doesn’t hurt. Which it doesn’t, at least as much as it would if you were expecing the pain, and especially if you were. The streets were empty. A soothing quietude blanketed the otherwise busy and noisy bodegas, barber shops, fast food restaurants, and dilapidated churches that were now home to upstart evangelical ministries. The palpable absence of police cars and buses allowed the city, for once in his life, to touch the realms of the supernal. In his damp clothes he stood in front of his apartment building and sucked in the cool, moist air, thankful to be alive and ready to put his new, faith-based plans into. "I'm having a bad day today, can we drink tonight, just the 2 of us?" she asked. Trying not to sound too excited,"Yeah thats fine, Ill have a drink ready and some clothes to change into when you get home" "Ok thats great, I love you see you when I get home" I hung up the phone and didnt realize I was hard just from the thought of it. I couldnt whack off, I had to save it for later and just calmed myself out of it. I then sprung into action and began to setup my plan. I put.