Okay, yeah I do but only in the best of ways," she grinned in the half light outside and I felt my dick jerk again.I am so going to hell for thinking ...nd feeling like this about my own mother. Just as I was thinking that, she stepped closer to me, put her hands on my shoulders and kissed me."Whoa," I said, taking a step back."What? I thought you liked me," she pouted."I... I do, but I don't even know your name?" I said, grasping at straws.She smiled, looking up at me from under thick lashes.. Kevin was hoping that tonight would be different. As he was stepping out of the shower, his brother Wayne was walking into the bathroom. When Wayne walked in he apologized and giggled at Kevin, calling him squirt. Kevin just ignored Wayne and continued to get ready for his date.Kevin and Winnie were going to the movie that night. Kevin had hoped to get past firstbase tonight. He was hoping to possibly touch her breasts. He had felt them over the top of her sweater a couple times, but she. Oh...yessss!" As the words left my lips I felt the delicious release as the sperm left my knob end and splashed the back of Nigel's throat. Stream after stream of thick creamy sperm shot into his tonsils as my balls were pulled up hard against my groin and my orgasm muscle fired like a Bren gun, till my magazines were empty.The strain of it all was beginning to tell, and I flopped down with my head resting against the side of his still rock hard prick.I heard him slurping the sperms and semen. My wife has used this machine for years and never had a problem with it, but every time I come within six feet of it, it becomes a hypochondriac. Needles fall out, belts break, and gears grind. The thread tension becomes as erratic as the chart of a brain wave, leaving great gobs of thread on the underside of whatever is being sewn.This time I approached it as I would a faithful old dog. I patted it on the head, spoke kindly nonsense to it and stroked its well worn spine. I softly explained.