"But other than that, how did you like the story?" "It was very arousing. I liked it a lot." "Did you masturbate?" "Robert! You can't ask me that!" I ...dmonished. "Come on mom. After what you and I have shared? You did, didn't you?" I shook my head and laughed nervously, "You know me too well. Yes, I did." "I knew it. I knew that you would. Mom, Elizabeth and I have a favor to ask you. Would you write the same story from your perspective? You know, tell how you felt, and the emotions you. As he excitedly sank his teeth into my hard nipple, explosions took place deep inside my vagina and my virgin love tunnel squeezed like sponge, pushing my love juice from deep inside me to leak out of the fatty lips of my cunt and stain my panties.I was extremely excited and my pussy was needing his immediate action. Desperately, I reached for my gown and pulled it up to my belly, uncovering the panties for him. As moved his mouth from my breast, his attention caught my exposed panties. The. I was starting to enjoy this. I mean, it couldn’t get more intimate than having your own mother witness the very act of ejaculation. She continued running her finger nails up and down my shaft, gently pulling my foreskin and then feeling my balls.‘You’ve certainly got a good erection now darling, this is fun.’ she smiled down at me and moved on the bed and then suddenly bobbed her head down and planted a kiss on my glans. ‘Mum . . .’ i protested. But already my thoughts were racing round my. Fortified by my Big Mac, fries, and diet soda, I resolved to make the best of the situation, even if it wasn’t quite what I had wanted. Hadn’t I already had – or imagined I had – more than two-dozen orgasms already? I went out into the street, walked south, and tore a wide swath among the female population of the Upper West Side. They were all fair game to me.A thought came at one point. Was this something like what the Soviet troops had done during the fall of Berlin in 1945? No, this was on.