And rock hard.I was so turned on by the prospect of allowing him access to my hard-on for what ever he could think of, but wasn't sure what to do. I t...ought I would just allow him to watch me masturbate and see if he ran off or hopefully try it out for himself.Well, after watching me for at least 5 more minutes I started to wonder when some one would come looking for him! Decision time. I pulled up my pants and half intended to leave when I noticed him masturbating now that he thought I could. After I got there, we chatted for awhile then later asked if he could take me to lunch. Of course, I agreed and we made off to his Mercedes SUV.The conversation turned personal on the way to lunch as he asked me about my personal life and other details about my life. I returned the favor and got to know him a little bit.After a few minutes, he pulled into a sparsely populated parking lot. I asked him why he pulled into this lot instead of near a restaurant. He said he needed to vet me. You put your hand on my face. Your touch, your simplest touch, the effects that it has on me, you may never understand. I lean in kissing you softly. Oh the sweetness of your lips, how they over power my every move. The tip of your tongue touching mine, its probing wetness, rotating around mine, this is sending chills up and down my spine. The heart between my legs is pounding, the heart in my chest racing. My body is melting into you. We are one; we melted into each other’s arms and are. I sent it to my mom. No text, just the photo.It took my mom a good twenty minutes to respond. She was probably at a loss for words. What does a mother say to a son who has just sent a picture of his cock? Her words were simple, coy, and noncommittal. "I don't understand what's going on between us," she wrote.I chuckled to myself. "It's quite simple," I wrote, "this is my cock. It now governs your life. You are its dirty slut. Your job is to pleasure it at all times. Do you understand,.