Then, an idea seemed to occur to her. “So,” she started, “you guys have been having sex, eh?” Louise nodded. I didn’t answer. “Show me...how you kiss,” Fiona said, eagerly. Louise stepped closer to me, and we embraced, and we kissed, slowly, sensually, and sexually, as Fiona looked on. “Ohhh, that’s nasty-y-y!” Fiona said, “But I didn’t see much tongue happening there. Show me how you kiss when you’re screwing.” Louise and I kissed again, this time a little longer, and with a little more. I closed my email program and looked down at my swollen, throbbing cock. I very much wanted to masturbate, but I felt even more committed to my imaginary solidarity with Denise and Lissa, as I put them through these tasks, even though they appeared so wrapped up in their own excitement and experiences it had been quite some time since either of them had shown any interest in my own erotic situation -- as Finn, not as Jason, obviously. I really suspected both they preferred it that way, as it. I’d love to be able to approach him, but don’t have the courage. His skin is the color of dark chocolate. He’s laughing easily with the people he’s with, and I can’t tell if he actually knew them, or if it was just that easy for him to meet people. A moment later he turns and looks in my direction; I quickly drop my head and focused on my drink. I was quite startled when a moment later there’s a voice in my ear, just above my right shoulder. “Good evening Sugar, I thought I should come over. This was better than anything I could have ever imagined in all my many masturbatory dreams. My creamy spend continued to spurt from me as Mom drained and sucked me dry like a trooper. Every single part of me felt vital and alive. From head to toe, I was skipping through the happy valley.Finally, my seed became nothing more than a dribble and I could feel Mom using her tongue to draw the last of me out so she could swallow it down. She was breathing hard and her nostrils flared from the effort.