"It is growing," Reginald said, stroking his hand over the lump of flesh that had never seemed to show much interest in anything but sleeping contente...ly against his flabby thighs."It is? Let me see," his mother said, pushing his hand away and rolling to her knees, flashing an indecent amount of trim shapely leg to her son.Reginald groaned, in appreciation and in pain for his cock, so long dormant, had sprung to life, growing excruciatingly hard against the heavy fabric of his night shirt. It. Her hand returned to its place, and my finger, on its own, began to press the silk of her panties into her. I could feel the split between her legs part beneath the silk. I could sense heat rising from those tender lips, and soon it grew moist. “What is this?” I asked. “Why so sudden?” “I need you,” she whispered, and then she shoved her tongue into my mouth silencing me. When she pulled away, I gave a cough of relief. “It burns so much,” she continued. “I can’t take it anymore. Please, fuck. She was afraid I might jinx it and she was sitting still on the couch practically holding her breath. I blame her f****y. They were all die hard Cub fans from her grandfather, to her father, and her little b*****r. It was bases loaded and two outs in the bottom of the inning and the batter was down to two strikes. The pitch came and the batter swung it sending the ball straight out of the ballpark. All of Wrigley exploded and my girl was jumping for joy. She screamed and yelled and jumped into. I touched his hand and guided it away. “No, no, Rick. Don’t touch the dick. If you touch it, it isn’t really free is it?” We spent the next several minutes reinforcing the autonomy of his air-loving free dick. It was still fully erect when I ended the session, and we had a difficult time convincing him to pull his pants back up. I left him with one new suggestion before I woke him up: “Pussies are cold, aren’t they Rick? Pussies are really cold and no dick wants to be cold. Cold dicks can’t be.