”“Things have changed between us. Sex changed it. We aren’t just friends anymore, are we?”“No, we aren’t.”“I guess we need to talk abo...t where we go from here. I need to know what you want from our relationship, what you want from me, so I can figure out what to do.”A tear rolled down her face.“I don’t want to lose you. You’re not leaving me, are you?”“Jennifer Lynn Block! I said no such thing! Are you really worried about that? Is that what the problem is?”“Yes.”“Why do you think I would leave. My dick had become slightly limp again as I waitedShe came back into the bathroom a moment later, holding the semen beaker. Then she clambered into the bath, her tits flapping sexily as she did so, and put the beaker on one of the glass shelves over the far end of the bath.Then she said to me, "Turn the water on and let's soap up together."I turned the shower on and the spray went over me. I adjusted my position slightly so that mom could get under the showerhead too. Her boobs touched my chest. Every sound made me jump and clench, and her occasional text message reminding me to be ready didn’t help. I came so close to cumming on numerous occasions, but I was afraid that if I did I wouldn’t have enough time to recover.It was nearly two hours later that she walked in the door. My eyes were closed, my right hand was wrapped around the base of my cock, and the head was swollen red and purple. I was so close to coming I wanted to cry.Tabby stood next to me in silence before lifting up her. It was impossible not to notice the bulge under the towel but Ms Eliza didn’t say a word. All I could do was breathe deeply and try to focus on a poster on the wall telling the youth to use condoms. When Ms Eliza reached the lower edge of the towel, it must have been impossible not to notice what was happening. She moved the towel up to reach the last bits of the rash and my erection made the towel stand up like a tent. Still no word from Ms Eliza but I noticed a slight blush creeping up her.