” “Oh ya, you ain’t seen nothing yet big Brother.”In the kitchen I grabbed a beer from the fridge. “Davey get me one?”“No you don’t,...not for a few years for you!” “Mom!”Not old enough to drink but old enough to…. I laughed to myself.”Why did you call him Davey, you never do Mary?”“Don’t know Mom, just sounded good.”“Well kinda strange, Anyway, your Dad and I are going over to our friends for a few hours”“You guys want to come?” “No, we will just hang out for a few hours.”“We have to. He lolled his tongue and rolled his head at her. She took her other hand off the floor and worked his balls with it. The excitement grew. The penis jerked out further all of a sudden, standing high and curving upward slightly. She gave him long quick strokes now. She kissed his belly; she even kissed his balls a few times with just the tip of her lips. She watched him jerk forward. His paws quivered in the air."Come, Duke, come," she said, stroking him again and again and again, and finally he. I am so hard and turned on with my young son watching me that I pull my shorts aside and expose the fullness of my throbbing penis.My son's eyes get large in disbelief and I moan, "It feels so good! Do you want to try it for Daddy?"He excitedly says yes, and I motion him closer, taking his hand and resting it on my cock. His hand is so small and cool. I guide his hand up and down my manhood and tell him to stroke it with his fingers. His eyes light up in curiosity. I tell him to wrap his whole. “Of course not.”She might as well have told Agatha what she’d been thinking. It was plain on her face.“I didn’t mean it that way,” said Agatha, defending herself. “You run a business here. I’m sure you depend on the money you make, and you’ve fed me too ... supper I mean. I couldn’t possibly do enough work to make up for all that.”“Oh,” said Mirriam again. She felt her face get hot as shame claimed some of her blood supply. “Forgive me. I guess I’m just not used to dealing with...” She stopped.