I had neverheard her laugh quite the way she was doing it on this night. It wasn'tquite a giggle, just a merry little trill, very soft and delightedso...nding. Mom reached out one finger and touched the tip of my cock very lightly,but my rod gave a leap at that amazing contact. "You're not doing a verygood job of answering questions tonight. Or maybe your penis is doing theanswering. Do you want me to jack off your dick or not?" My voice actually sounded squeaky at the astounding nature of this. It's been an ongoing topic of discussion for many years now. We've been blaming the fast food industry as the culprit, but the truth is, it's us. We're the guilty ones. We eat too much. We exercise too little. We piss and moan about our weight problems, but in the end, we keep on doing the things that perpetuate the problem.So, where am I going with this? I am ... or was ... one of those people. I used to weigh two hundred sixty-five pounds. That's not so much if I were six-seven, but I am. Allison and I talked about it as we snuggled up for the night but decided there was nothing we could really do one way or the other except be aware of her suspicions and try not to do anything to tip the decision. If she knew, she hadn't said anything. I'd try to keep it that way. Somewhere around ten o'clock we dropped off to sleep, waking in my version of Allison's glade almost simultaneously. That put it around midnight 'Easy-time' so I wasn't surprised that she showed up almost immediately,. I noticed after some time that she was watching me jerking and she was pressing her little boobs. When I saw her, she asked me what I was doing and I told her that I was screwing her in my dream. She gave a naughty smile and winked at me and I could not control myself. But I closed the door and finished my jerking and took bath and came out and I saw her reading some book.I slowly went behind her and cupped her little boobs and started pressing it. She started moaning and I kissed her.