--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I take your head in my hands to slow your pace. As you slide y...ur mouth up and down my manhood I am close to edging. "No, I whisper. Not yet. Please not yet." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You feel my strong hands grip your head and hair and slow your bobs as you drool more spittle and saliva on that fat shaft and your hips buck, feeling more of. I reached there and after making sure that Shilpa was already in I went to the back door. My heart was hammering in my chest since I knew if I got caught spying on them there would be consequences. But the vision of them coupling came in my mind blocking everything else. I opened the back door and entered on tip toes. I knew they would be upstairs.And I was not wrong. I could hear faint grunting noises from the bedroom upstairs. This time there was no camera to watch them but there was no need. A conversation starter. And finally mine. My mother had phoned and told me he was on his way to me via courier, and I'd just taken him out of his case today, and placed him in an appropriate spot. I expected many comments from my friends in the days to come.I named him Dion, short for Dionysus. I knew that my mother, and her mother, and many generations of women before her, all had a pet name for the little man with the big cock.My mother's phone call had not been expected. I'd talked to her. Her breathing began to get heavy and fast until after a minute of continued fingering she began to claw at his belt. He could tell that she didn’t want to turn her body and lose the effect of what he was doing. She was struggling, but was obviously in a hurry. By the time she got his pants to drop to the floor, she was very excited and whimpering quite loudly. She yanked down his boxers and grabbed his cock, holding it hard in her hand. “Oh god,” she almost shouted, “This is what I want. Please.