I didn’t want to lie to Mom, but I could NEVER tell her about the things Tracy and did together. I thought for a moment.“Is this a subject that w... won’t connect on, Donny? If it is I’m fine with that; it’s just that I want us to be very open with each other. The odd time I have a date, you always hear about it.”“It’s not that I don’t want to share it with you, Mom. It’s just very hard for me to discuss girls with my mother.”“I understand, Donny. You’re probably afraid that I’ll judge you. But she took the clams and attached them as far up my shaft as they would go...so that as I got even harder, they pulled and pinched my tender skin all the more. Then she looked me in the eyes: "I would normally gag my slaves, but I really want to hear your screams of torment and cries for mercy."Suddenly, she brought the whip down repeatedly on my dick. It hurt more than anything yet and I really yelled out for the first time. She did this a number of times, intermittently lifting my hard cock. I was tasting male sperm for the first time.My mind was in a whirl. I had just received the best BJ of my life and here I was tasting my own cum. OMG what next, I wondered?Finally, she broke the kiss and said, “How did you like that?”“Sally that was the best BJ, I ever received.” I replied.“Better than Nancy?” She asked.“Nancy never sucked my cock.” I replied. “She always refused.”“Next question, how did you like the taste of your cum?” She asked.“I dunno, I have never tasted a man’s cum. This was my element, to give pleasure by displaying the body I was lucky enough to possess, to give these ladies a window back to their own younger days, and to do all this without embarrassment, shame or reluctance.As the locals began to leave, out-of-towners began to arrive, many younger, some about my age. As before, this group was noisier, more explicit and flirtatious. I rewarded them with an erection, which I made available for very close inspection, whenever asked. More than one touched.