So many damn spelling mistakes today, my excitement is getting the better of me, praise be to the spellchecker. I lunge to the window as soon as I hea... the first stirring of noise, there he is busting out if his jeans and t-shirt as usual.As my eyes linger on his every inch, I can hear my heart thump and my hands tremble. Before I know they're packing up and loading the van, I check the clock. 'Can it be dinner time already, have I lusted over him for hours?' When the van departs I collapse. I was startled when ma’s voice said, “Well, what have we here? Your birthday and you are celebrating by pleasuring yourself all alone!" She was standing right beside my bed. I was trying to cover myself with both hands.She leaned over me. “Let me see what you are looking at. Is that the only thing you have to look at while you jack off your cock?” She pulled my right hand away. “No you don’t, let me see what you have there that you want to hide!”She gasped as she saw my cock and balls. It was. Momma was worried about the otherbusinesses affected by the 'glitch'. So far, all of them that we'dvisited were against it in principal, at least. But we've only visitedthose who Momma knows, could others actually WANT it? Only time willtell about things.[-][+][-]Momma and I got home and put away my new wardrobe and stored away my boyclothes. My bedroom is pretty androgynous with its pale, brown paneling,matching carpet and ceiling tiles as well as the furniture. Thedressers, wardrobe, bed,. ." said Daryl. With out warning. Daryl dropped his skate boarding shorts. He pulled down his wet underwear. He had already blew a small load in the front. Now I know why everyone called him Small Daryl. It was no bigger than two inches. It took him two strokes to cum in his hand. "Like Father, like son. Jesus! Fuck! Junior are you ready to tape some more. Come watch a real man in action. Follow me Buck." said Daryl's Mom.We did not even make it half way up the stairs, before I had my cock wedge.