"Mmm, oh, that's wonderful, I am so hot, so ready. Mmm." I lifted up, moved right up to her pressing the wet tip of my cock to her open slit and pushe... right into her all the way. "Mmm, oh, good, mmm," she moaned as I began to move back and forth. I looked at Susan and she made a small motion with her head toward whatever was behind me. I turned my head and there was Betty, sitting in an upholstered arm chair, legs splayed over the arms, pussy gaping open as she rubbed both hands over her. ” “Why didn’t you write?” I said, resting my head on his chest. “I’m an idiot, that’s why.” “Charlie?” “Hmm?” he seemed to be dozing off. “Will you visit me sometime?” in a tone of repressed expectation, I added, “After your wedding, of course, I’m still giving you the money.” “I’ll try to visit you whenever I can.” “Can I come to your wedding, Charlie?” “What!” he raised his head an inch. “No, that’s completely out of the question.” “Why not?” “Annie knows about—about my former life,. His, I learned later, was not really that large, but inexperienced as I was then, I just couldn’t imagine it fitting in my body. But I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I watched as drops of pre-cum began to ooze from the little nick in the head. As my curiously exploring hand rubbed them in, I noticed how it made his skin more slick, and easier to stroke. ‘You like that, don’t you?’ he whispered to me. ‘You know it took my wife six months of marriage before she could bring herself to look at me in. ”“Maybe you’re just not looking in the right place.”That brought her up short. His meaning was crystal clear. This was the first time they had really talked since the club was dissolved.“David, I...”“Look, Mom, we’ve both been dancing around the subject for weeks now. Yeah, you’re the mom and I’m the son, but we both know it goes a lot further than that.”“But, David, we can’t...”“That’s the whole point, Mom. Yes we can. If we’re just honest with each other we’ll admit that I’m a man now. I have.