Tell your mother that if you will.”“I will, sir,” he said.“I see you are driving,” I said, nodding toward the car he’d driven up in.“Yes... for some time now. That’s Dad’s car though, not mine. I don’t have one yet. Maybe when daddy gets better,” he said. I could see the boy was breaking up, but doing his best to hold it in.“Okay, well, like I say Henrietta and I will be pulling for him. If there is anything I can do...” I left that hanging in the air. It was obvious that anything I could do was. I started stroking myself and decided to masturbate. Out of instinct, I closed the door to Mary's room before anything else. I dropped my pants and boxers and laid on Mary's bed. One hand clutching the panties to my nose and the other on my manhood, I started the rhythmic tug. I started to fantasize about having sex with Mary...... "Oh shit!" I suddenly heard a voice. I quickly got up and covered myself to see who it was. At the doorway was Mary. "Mary?! What are you doing here? I thought. He grunted a small thanks and she offered him a smile before turning and leaving the room. She walked down the hall with purpose and into the bedroom again. Opening the cupboard, she slid the clothes along the hanger while looking from a new perspective.Settling on a peach-coloured dress, she removed it from its long resting place. Holding the hanger she gave it another look over. It had a little jacket with it; slipping the jacket off the hanger, she hung it on the door of the cupboard by the. She gasped, "Wow, Aaron, your dick is huge; bigger than any I have ever seen before."I said thanks finally starting to relax a little. I asked her if she had had sex before and she replied, "No, but I have given a few boys hand jobs before, and I have sucked Thomas's dick before." Thomas was her boyfriend.Nicole then wrapped her smooth hand around my shaft and pulled my foreskin down, revealing my throbbing knob. A little precum oozed out. She looked at me and asked if she could taste it. I.