Even the pleasure of having friends over for a beer and watch sports onthe tube quickly came to a halt for fear of someone making a comment Iwouldn't ...ave been able to deal with.My days were now being split between self examinations, a small amountof necessary house keeping, web searches for clues causes and cures,and self analyses of when and where this had all started. Lately I'dtaken to weighing myself first out of curiosity to see if my shrunkenlower body had resulted in any significant. My instinct as a woman, rather then a mother took over and made me lower my head and start licking that glans that looked so appetizing. My son at the feeling of my tongue gave an exclamation of pleasure that me continue more eagerly devouring that cock of his.Extremely excited due to that delicious cock in my mouth, pushing deeper and deeper until it reaches my throat, which is what my son loved so much as I already know because i've done quite a few times moments before :) again i was able to. " Don't worry, been there myself," she said laughing softly. "So do I get a show? Nadia tells me she fashioned a leather cup for you, it does have my curiosity up." Yeah, I guess so, I'll be back in a minute," and I trotted back down to my room and got ready.As I came down the hall, already about half-hard and filling the pouch quite snugly, I called out, "Here I come," and rounded the corner into her room with her sitting on her bed.I was making some music sounds, you know, ta-duh, duh-duh,. Aunty (bobby) friend of age 42 in our near by house used to come to our house and appreciate my works. On one day I was saying her that all the aspects in this world like, speaking, cooking, etc… sex should be done artistic. At once she told, “what is there to do artistic in sex?” I replied it shall not be told but be done. With out hesitation she told o.k. You come to my house tomorrow and do; your uncle won’t be there”. I astonished on her sudden welcome. I took a clean bath and went to her.