Probably in the bilges, waiting to block the bilge pump in the next storm Puffin is in), looking at the charts, making a pot of coffee. Anything to st...y out of the way and leave 5 luscious ladies to argue/discuss who should get to sleep with lucky old me. I invented a rather rude term for this, one which I would not repeat to the girls, I was ‘cunt-neutral’; in other words I’d happily find myself embedded in any one of their lovely bodies. Obviously there were exceptions where Fred was. My young cock was starting to get hard.It was at this point I could sense some tension creeping into my mother body. I could feel it through her fingertips. I am also sure her heart rate had picked up slightly too. Then after my fingers pushed her skirt up a little further she spoke."What exactly are you doing to my leg there darling", mum said slightly nervously.I ignored her and pushed her skirt higher with my right hand. My mums thighs were now beginning to come into view through her shiny. “Nothing to it. Everything stays wired up here. It’s just a matter of turned it all on.” the tall skinny black man said.“Good, I’m sure my brother will be pleased,”I said.Once the man left I checked to be sure the stove was off before I closed it all up. Instead of going home I drove into Greenville for lunch. There was a pretty good grill which served a wicked chicken friend cube steak. I had to admit it was one of the best things I had eaten recently.Not only was the steak and gravy good, but. When I came to breakfast the next morning, even my sister noticed I was looking more cheerful than lately. She didn't know any of the specifics, of course, only that I was seeing a therapist.I just shrugged and said: "Dr. Janice is really good, I guess." I had learned life is much easier to live to the fullest when you know your balls are going to be swallowed dry every evening with the kind of great care and compassion only your own mother can provide. The memories and the knowledge that the.