I looked directly at Mom's eyes as I masturbated. Sometimes she returned my stare, other times her eyes left mine, stopping ever so briefly at the ero...ic garment dangling from my mouth before focusing on my middle eye, that slit in the crown of my cock, now wet with the dew of pre-cum, from which would soon pour forth the juice of lust. When she heard the change in my breathing, that first warning signal of an orgasm, Mom stopped me."That's enough for now, Ned. I'd hate to waste a good shot of. Just don't understand how he can do that..." He probably hasn't thought it through, he's doing it because he wants to and he loves you; but he's – unconsciously perhaps – making a statement about you, about the way he sees you. He probably wouldn't do it if it were in any way unpleasant for him ... though he might, I suppose, to show how much he loves you..." He ... seemed to enjoy it..." There you go, then. Oh ... and how did you come to choose 'I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls'?" I ... don't. Then I sucked her clit into my mouth and began sucking it like a small cock. She started bucking against my face and her moans turned to screams. Then the faucet turned on. She began squirting. Something I had only heard of but never experienced. Mom was having a thundering orgasm.I didn’t bother to clean up, I had to fuck her and my cock was once again hard as a rock. I moved into position and rammed my cock deep in her wet pussy hitting her cervix. When I did, she screamed even louder. I. If I lost another pistol it would be the 1911 for me next. I didn't look forward to that.I had my .22 mag sniper rifle with the 20x scope and the .30 caliber Koren war carbine. My .30 caliber carbine was supposed to have been used by an officer at the Inchon landing. I could never prove it, but it made for a good story.I paced the floor and eyed the new Mossberg 12 gauge pump gun. If Martin didn't come back soon, I would take it and go looking for him. That should be interesting moving through.