.there was someway that you could live your life a little better. You had planned to go to a college in a big city, but you could only afford in-state...Cummings University tuition. Cummings U was actually a very well rated school and you could do worse, but it was incredibly lonely. You had joined the football team to try being apart of a club and you were actually okay. You were on the bench most of the time, but that didn't mind you, better not to let the team get mad at you for. She glanced between the photo and my what looked like my cock a few times. I thought she would start yelling, delete the photo but I did not expect her to hand me back the tablet.“Well honey, I am going to stand here and watch you give me…give my photo a nice cum tribute.”I just looked at my mom as I held my tablet in my hand. She just stood by the bed looking at me, waiting for me to start jerking off to her photo again. “Mom, are you serious? You really want to watch me jerk off to your. It was getting late and I wanted to check on Mom.She was right where I'd left her, of course. Hell, she hadn't moved in almost 32 months, except for the times I'd gone through the hassle of putting her into a wheelchair and taking her on little excursions to get fresh air and see the outside world. Her eyes still opened and closed, after all, and even though Cameron doubted it, I insisted that Mom could actually see things. I KNEW she was still alive and aware in there, even if she was trapped. It was the ugliest hit of the year, more like a badminton serve than a tennis volley. The play at the plate was close, and I briefly tasted bile. Skeeter moved to second on the throw, but they brought in their big set-up man, and Zeke and Bigger could not bring the runner around.In loped Amberson, a bit stiff-legged, and the boy did us all proud. He mowed them down, clipping the corners and throwing eye-high fastballs that looked too good not to swing at.Unfortunately, we were still futile at.