" She's not the one taking me to physical therapy," she said softly.When we got home she said she "Change into your brown shorts and meet me in my roo...." Stop bossing me around," I grumped."Do you want to see me naked?" she asked sweetly."Are you crazy?" I whispered. "What if Mom's here?" She's not," said Heather. "I looked for the car." Yeah, well, that's not good enough for me," I said. I turned, cupped my hands, and yelled "Mom!"Nobody answered and Heather stuck her tongue out at me. "See?". "Well, the rumor mill says they don't stray too far, but they do stray. Plus, things always get blown out of proportion when it's just rumor, so who knows? I can dig a bit further, if you'd like." Sure." Anyway, I rather doubt that he'll show up tonight with his wife. It'll probably be with whatever toy he's keeping at the moment. Again, word is he likes it very rough, but not rough enough to cause real problems. He treats his mistresses well, and only seems to be interested in the willing. My prick was so stiff it ached; with one hand on the door handle, I stroked my cock with the other. Suddenly, I felt movement on the door handle; I just knew my mother was holding the other side.I looked down; under the door, I could see the shadow of her legs. Was she waiting to surprise me, cock in hand? What would I do? What would she do?I was terrified, but still unable to stop myself rubbing my shaft. I could bear the tension no longer, my prick fired a huge bolt of spunk; it splattered on. She will be so thrilled!" She smiled up at George as she patted him on the arm. She thought that he was such a wonderful man. His only child had terminal cancer, yet he had always put on a brave front for little Zuzu. She knew that he must be dying inside as he had watched his ten year old daughter become progressively worse and worse. He had lost his wife to a drunk driver traffic accident only two years earlier, and now, this. Cathy admired the inner strength possessed by both father and.