“Well, ah, I guess you’ve seen me before. I can’t be any more embarrassed now. I’m afraid you’ll have to help me. By the way, look at yourse...f.”He then noticed that his pajamas were soiled from cleaning up her accident, but he ignored it at the moment. He turned on the warm water and helped his now naked and sickly mother into the shower. Without hesitating, he climbed in with her, pajamas and all, and started washing her arms and legs off.She looked down at him as he bent over and smiled. I looked up into Solomon's face as I did, and I smiled; happy that he had, once again, come to see me!"Fuck, that felt good," he said taking a step or two back; his brown cock wet and shiny from our collective juices."Thank you," I said, and then stood up. I went and fetched him a damp wash cloth. He took it; wiped himself; and handed it back to me without a word. His concern for being viewed as a 'man', and not a 'fag', was all important to his sense of self, and I understood that. To have. I quickly removed my pants; I don't wear any underwear. I don't want my cock restricted.She attempted to turn and look back at me when she felt the removal of the pleasure giving digits and felt the cushions sag under the weight of my knees."Please, you mustn't. I haven't taken my pill today. Please you must use protection," begged the aroused wife."Raise your hips little tramp," I mocked.Her mind wanted her to resist but her body had abandoned her mind. She meekly raised her hips and. We met in an equipment room at school. He took out his cock, and placed his hands on top of my head, and pressed down until I went to my knees. On my knees, his cock was at face level and he presented it to my lips. He began wiping it back and forth across my lips and I could sense it growing. When he was totally hard, he said, “Open wide.” I opened my mouth and he slowly inserted his cock till I felt it hit the back of my throat. He continued to press it further and I began to gag. He withdrew.