She then pulled down her panties showing me a bit of pubic hair around her vagina. I stared in awe.She smiled, "How do you like em'?"My erection was j...st to much, I had to find another excuse. "Just so you wouldn't be embarrassed alone..."I quickly undid my pants, shirt, and underwear letting my erection fly in the air. We then just stared at one another. After a while, we both blushed and started laughing. Here we were, mother and son, showing our bodies to one another. I wasn't embaressed and. I lifted higher, trying to get her tongue to squeeze my nuts and provide that extra stimulation of that warm, wet vacuum.My sweet mother was trying to comply with my demands and trying not to hurt me at the same time, gently pressing my ball bag with her tongue. I guess she thought I would stop after cumming. So she was trying to get me to cum as soon as possible. I’d had enough as well.My balls were going to burst soon if I didn’t give them relief. So I extracted them from her mouth and. The thing is, like any time you get bald on your beaver, it is uncomfortable when it starts to grow back. So you try to sustain the hairless state to maintain that status quo and if you don't, then not only is it a problem for you – well, there is no sex when you are in 'sandpaper mode' as my kid puts it.But this stuff was so easy to use, as easy as shampoo and conditioner, as I mentioned earlier, that it was no difficulty to keep the “silky as a baby's tush” feel down there in your underwear.. When Grandmother started to rise, I motioned for her to stay.Facing away from Johnson, I addressed the room. “Let’s get something straight right now. I am here for an introduction, not an interview. I am not looking for your approval. I answer to one person and one person only. That is Grandmother Seward. She hired me. Note that I said she hired me, past tense. Not you, not the Mother’s Council. And she’s the only one that can fire me.” I turned to Agnes. “How about it, Ma’am? am I the Captain.