"Hey, Mister, you wants me to take some pics of you with yourwife?" Umm." Norman looked at his wife. He envisioned himself standingbeside his hot wife...with a "look what I got" expression and thepicture sitting on his desk for all his coworkers to see. Hemight even "accidentally" leave some laying around when hisbuddies dropped by the house. "Sure, a few pictures would benice. Just frame the image within the display there. Push thisbutton part way down to lock in the focus and then press it. "What’ up, babe?" He stammered out."Hush" I said. "Stay still. Just relax."I reached down lower with my hand and found his cock. I just held it, without stroking it. As I cradled it, it grew in my hand, and I kept licking on his earlobe. In less than a minute, Victor was as hard as he was last night when he was pounding me like crazy. I let go and moved my hand away.I opened up the jelly pot and I poured the lube onto my fingers."Do not move an inch…" I whispered on his ear.With my lubed up. I drew an A, my dad drew an S and my mom drew a W, so she got to go first.We all drew our tiles. She examined them and frowned. She laid down 'get' on the star for 8 points."Get?" I asked."I didn't have any letters!"I smiled and laid down W-I-N-E-S to make 'bets' and 'wines'. With the double word score that gave me 21 points."You think you're pretty good, huh?" my mom asked.I shrugged. "I am pretty good." It was true. I sometimes played scrabble online, "How'd you like to make it interesting. That means move out of mommy's house and get yourself setup on your own." What? You gotta be joking. I can't do that. I love living with my mother, and I love her. I can't leave her!" she said in shock. Was he serious? Move out? And move where? That shit-hole cantina? The Red Roof? Some other shit motel? No chance."It wasn't really a suggestion. I think if you really want this lifestyle, you need to be serious about it. You can't be running around behind momma's back all the time, you need to.