"Son, can you jerk off for me? I want to see you beat off, and shoot your cum. Shoot it right here for me, can you do that, honey?"I felt a little fun...y masturbating in front of someone, while they watched and waited for my load. But, what really was hard for my mind to understand, was why she called me son, and honey. It was like my mother talking to me.Kneeling right between her legs, I started stroking my extremely hard dick, while she fingered her pussy and worked over her inflamed clit.. "I'm so sorry," I said, my face growing red shame."It's ok sweetie," she said supportingly. "Is this your first time dressing like this?"I nodded back innocently."Well, you seem to be enjoying it," she said, grinning to herself, her eyes peering down at my small but hard penis which was trembling with excitement.I looked at her embarrassingly, then nodded in agreement."Come with me," she said softly, walking back into the bedroom.I followed her in sheepishly, then stood nervously in the corner. The party, weather cooperating, would be outside, in their back yard. The food would be catered, the music would be a sound system, not a live band. The guest list would be small.Once I signed off on the basic parameters, my part was more or less finished.The guests of honor -- Sasha and Marina, Vanessa’s grandmother and mother -- would stay at my parents’ house. Now that Mom and Daddy were empty nesters, there was plenty of room. Vanessa gratefully accepted Mom’s invitation to host her only. I felt something different down there. A sucking and poppingsensation. It didn't feel exactly the same like it did a few minutes ago.I struggled to sit up. But my heavy chest made it a little difficult forme. I sat up in bed and took a look down. My field of vision changed. Mybreasts were in the way. My breasts were rubbing up against my thighs. Istuck my hands down there and I didn't feel my balls. My dickdisappeared. Not even a little nub between my legs. They were all gone!That popping.