I squeezed the base of his hardness, and sucked with all my strength. I felt him throb in my throat, and nearly gagged on him. I pulled on his balls...with my other hand, and he shook with pleasure. I let my saliva run down over my hand as I began to stroke and suck in earnest. Faster and faster my mouth went, silently begging him to gratfy me with the sweet nectar that I love so much. Soon, I could feel the strain of the possition he was in, as his legs started shaking. He groaned loudly. I started to keep a close eye her. When the weekend came mom seemed to be very uneasy. We were going to have some dinner and watch movies. Then mom got a call on her cell phone. I listened and could hear her giggle like a school girl but she talked too soft for me to hear anything. Then she came and told me she had to run out for the night. I told mom she was making a big mistake. I told her she needed to work things out with dad. Mom seemed to be getting mad. I told her that going out with. I would look at it soft in the mirror noticing any new hairs and development and one day I noticed that instead of my soft cock seemingly resting on my balls it actually extended past them and the head hung softly just below my balls. Mom and I got along well, I was doing good in school and helped around the house, even cooked meals. I had heard my Mom had a boyfriend while she was in school but it had been a while. I was unaware of any boyfriends while I was living there. She never even. .. and can therefore contaminate that pie.So while the good guys discussed the situation, trying to figure out the best way to proceed, some middle management person up the food chain said, “Get the fuck in there and get control of the situation. Fuck them up if you have to, but get it done!“We sat there for probably twenty minutes, which is how long it took for that middle manager to affect our situation. If it had been up to the worker bees, they’d have taken their time and strategized. Now.