“I don't believe it”“Wanna see?” he asked looking excited.My eyes flickered from his face to his crotch and back up quickly and my head begun ...eeling of the thought of seeing a monster cock like that.I could feel my own cock start to stirr in my pants.“Uhhh sure” I finally replied.Lochy set his plate aside, downed the rest of his can and stood up, facing me. Still shirtless he undid his belth and dropped his pants and boxers to his feet in one swift motion, the sound of the metal belt hitting. You can easily see my hands on them but you’d only see them touching me in certain positions.”“I suppose – but then, if it doesn’t show in the photos, why do it?”“I’m holding his balls, so him touching me is sort of a normal response… but mostly because it feels good, I suppose.”“To you, or to him?”“Both, I would assume. I know it felt good to me!”“Did he, uh… did he make you come?”“No,” Inexplicably I felt mildly disappointed, which was disconcerting, but then she went on, “but he could have. We were all just 18 (yes, early to be engaged and that didn’t work out) so we didn’t have much choices in what to do. On Tuesdays Kathy, my fiancé, and her sister took dance class. Robin and I would drive around waiting to pick them up. We would talk about all kinds of things and often flirted with each other, the same as when Kathy was around. We were about a mile away and 20 minutes till it was time to pick them up when Robin got quiet then said, ‘Do you mind if I stroke your cock’? I was a. She had this look like I just told her I only had one day to live.“I can’t believe what you just said to me I am your mother how dare you o ask this to your own mother?”I went back to staring at the rug, waiting for the slap that would send me into oblivion. My hands began to tremble again.“You want to go to bed with your own mother? Me! Oh! God!! What!! Was hear from you boohoo!”I simply shook my head up and down while staring at the floor.“Rick, look at me right now.”For some reason, I.