.. about being turned on," he said, "I don't think so ... but that's neither here nor there."I moved closer to him."Do I turn you on?"He smiled"Is tha... your intent," he asked, "to get a rise out of me."I swallowed, my throat going dry suddenly."Did it work?"He just stared at me a long moment and I knew I'd caught him off guard. But I wanted his hands on my body and his mouth ... I wanted to know what it tasted like to kiss hit. Then he took a step closer and we were both behind the cabana."What. " Your privates?" You know, Les. Down there." Wesley. Don't you think after what we've been doing and saying to each other this weekend that you can come up with a more descriptive term than 'privates'?" Yeah. It's just that it's Mom. The first time she cupped my balls in her hand. The second time she grabbed my cock. I didn't even realize it till she grabbed it, but I had a hard-on." So, what's the problem. You seem to like it when I grab the same things." But Les! It's MOM!" I see. Well,. ..." I stuttered."Miss," she finished my sentence and offered her hand."Miss Jessica," she continued, "and yes you can buy me a drink."This was too good to be true. At the back of my head an alarm bell wasringing. Something was not right. But then, horny men and alarm bellsdon't always go together.One drink led to another and then another, and then she invited me to herroom. As I followed her to the lobby, I drank in her svelte figure, thegraceful catlike walk, the sound of her heels, and the. I want write something different. Like this story: --+----------------------------------------------------- Something told me it was time to get up. I did not want to. I was warm and comfortable in the dark, all curled up and nestled into my special place to rest. Why couldn’t they all just leave me the fuck alone?!?! I did my best to ignore them. I really did not care if they thought I was a Dick. All I really wanted to do was rest! It was no use. I opened my eye and looked around. .