Each weekend since I moved out I came over to her townhouse, spoilt and enjoying it. I sat in dad's old easy chair watching television as mom cleaned ...he house, brought me a beer or sat beside me and knitted. When we went out anyone seeing us would have been shocked to know we were mother and son - constantly touching, looking into each others eyes, her deferring to anything I wanted. I liked to order the food for both of us at restaurants - holding her hand across the table, her smile wide and. She broke up with her new boyfriend, apparently the didn’t even had done anything yet. That means I’m the forth guy ever seeing her naked. Her cherry is mine for the popping, there is even a sort of romantic poeticisc in the whole thing, she popping my cherry, metaforicaly, of course, and I being the first to ever plunder her. I look at her and signal for her torise- Do you know I never even kissed a girl? How would you like to be my First?-She get angry and I can see it in her eyes but the. Friday at work was difficult, I walked around he office with a perpetual hard on. My diminutive size worked to my advantage as no one could see the erection I was boasting in my pleated pants. I started to get concerned that precum may soon soak through to my trouser front and thought a "release" was necessary. I went into the bathroom, closed a stall door behind me and wasted no time in getting my dick out. While my coworkers used the restroom all around me, I fantasized about what was now. Waking up several times during the night. It was punishing, exhausting, and incredibly arousing.Back at work absolutely nothing changed. It was if this happened all the time for her and it was no big deal. Of course the invite came again that week, and every afterward till she left.I had a real "thing" for going down on her. I just love a loose well-fucked pussy. When I can get my tongue into an open hole I'm in heaven. This felt like the best I'd ever had. THen again I think each one is. Many.