When he told me to pull up my underwear, I couldn't help it, I asked him not to stop, to continue examining my erect 12-year-old cock. He looked at me...coldly, and he stared at my hard penis. "No son", he said, "get dressed", and they left me alone to do that, filled with shame and humiliation at what I had asked him to do.When I had dressed and went back to the waiting room, I saw that my mother was sitting in his office, I was told by her to wait outside, and then the nurse shut the door. I. The young’uns thought they were almost grown now, getting to ride the big high stepping horses all the way across the river with him and going to the post office at Perryman’s. He gave them enough money to buy some candy and even some gum, for the first time in their lives. The boys saw some baseball bats, gloves, and balls and each of them wanted baseball equipment, so they could play ball. Eli gathered enough equipment so they could go over to Iron Hammer’s and play with his boys.“Eli, these. It’s okay go ahead see me. I am curious too to see my son grow up to be an adult, go now’, she insisted.So much of assurance from Mom made me drag my feet around her. I chose to go behind her until I got used to the sheer beautiful nakedness. Oh, her beautifully elevated bum! Oh my god. All her hard work ever since my childhood had payed its returns here. They were the high-point to her rather narrow back. I wished I could bend down a little to see between them to see any trace of pussy or hair. “Enjoy,” Erin piped, piling a huge load on my plate, “it’s my favorite, though Bridget’s a brilliant cook. The cheese is from a local farmer.” “Thanks,” I answered, my voice mostly a whisper. And then the moment had come, and I had to pick up the cutlery. A quick stolen glance around showed that they were at least not staring at me. And once I started eating, all thoughts about my nudity fled my mind. As famished as I was, the macaroni were the best thing I had ever tasted. “It’s brilliant,” I.