I started going to bed naked knowing mom still liked to check in on me. It started with me on my side, hiding my cock. Then I would lay on my back ...ith a rock hard 7 inch cock for her to see. I closed my eyes and never took the chance of her thinking I wasn’t a****p by opening my eyes. But I could tell when she would open the door and how long it took until she closed it. The nights I displayed my hard cock were the nights she kept it open the longest. I like to think she had her. A few music posters, a couple of teddies and a whole load of CD’s was what her bedroom consisted of mostly. The bathroom door swung open and out she came, well she clearly felt comfy when wearing nothing because that’s what she was wearing, nothing. Yearning for her so badly but not wanting to be so eager I told her to do a little twirl just so I could see what she was hiding behind that frickin’ damn good body of hers. Watching her walk towards me I felt the hairs on my arms stand on end like. I step aside to allow him to circle her slowly, just as he did me that first day. The growing bulge in his pants tells me I have chosen well. He removes a pen from his breast pocket, stops behind her, and uses it to lift the hem of her skirt. She gasps and whirls around. "Stand still!" I command. "Do you want this job or not?" Trembling, she whispers, "Yes." Mr. John returns to his chair, puts his feet up on the desk,and states, "Proceed with the interview." I lead her over to his desk. I nearly crumble to the floor right then and there, and am grateful that your strong arms are there to hold me up. I wrap my arms around your neck as our kiss deepens, mouths opening slightly to allow tongues to introduce themselves. You then lift me up, surprising me once again. I’ve never been lifted before and was amazed at your strength to do so. I giggle softly like a little girl at the surprise and lean in for more of your electric kisses.You carry me to the bed and lay me down on.