“After he got Mom really turned on, he stood up and turned the lights way down and then opened the curtains to reveal a solid wall of glass, the nig...t lights of downtown throwing a soft, sexy illuminating glow into the room. He sat down on the floor next to Mom, picked up her hand and put it on his jeans, right over his cock. She looked like she was in a trance, baby. She unzipped him and pulled them down his legs. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so he was exposed immediately. “As. There was no orgasm, no warning. It was as if my balls had some sort of emergency venting system to relieve the pressure. I was disappointed with myself I texted her, reporting the mishap and she was not best pleased with the wasting of my cum. Thankfully no punishment was issued at this time.The second was the next morning, the day of her visit. I woke up, as a quite often do, on my front, however the week of edging without release was telling and I my member was again swollen with arousal.. I must have called 911 or something because the paramedics arrived. They pushed and prodded, poked her with drips. They tore her blouse open and started CPR. A tube was shoved down her throat and oxygen forced into her. But I knew it was all useless attempts. She'd been dead when she hit the floor, probably even before that.I knew she was dead, but it still bothered me when the paramedic pulled out his walkie-talkie and announced into it very matter-of-factly that the patient was dead. He said. There were over 200 personalised messages on the inside covers. One read to my darling niece from uncle David.(was he cocking her?)Another read to my best friend Peter from Joe (Were they bumming each other?}. Then there was one in fact there were several that read 'to my dear nephew John. Happy Birthday love from Aunty Jill'. Looking forward to seeing you again soon (Did Aunty lead the way and John followed as instructed?)Sarah who owned the shop downstairs came up to see me to tell me that.