"Oh my Jerry, well I guess we should start now." mom stuttered. She walked over to me and kneels down and takes my cock in her hand and starts to stro...e me. She does this and I blow my wad in a minute, some of it shoots into mom's hair. I know what you are thinking, but I have not been attracted to my mom. She is kind of plain, homey, average. But having a woman touch my cock and getting me off was pretty cool. Later that day it happens again. So after the second time mom tells me she will be. She had mentioned she wanted to keep all of our fun from her daughter not because she was ashamed but because it was more private and mysterious. I went with that explanation because to be honest I liked the idea. I knocked on her door then leaned my ear close to it. I could hear voices but I wanted to believe it was the television. I waited then knocked again; this time Tanya answered it but she was flushed in the face and her hair was disheveled. "Hey Sweetie," she said as she leaned in to. Halfway through carefully unbuttoning the shirt I was wearing he got his second inspiration. The first was already straining against my thigh. He had bolted for the living room and come back with the camera."ROY!" Aww, come on honey. It'll be fun. Something to remind us of how hot we were when we're old and gray."Well I wasn't an 'old work horse' THAT day. I had a sudden thought. "You've got to be k**ding me," I said to myself. I scampered down the hallway and peeked in. Now all I could see was. As he grunted he was close, she swept his head between her breasts as his finger plunged deeper into her ass. He exploded, and brought her with him."Dolores, my mother was a psychiatric social worker, and I grew up with access to her professional library. While it's generally agreed that nerds think about sex all the time, I did so systematically, in both psychiatric and anthropological terms."While she theoretically could answer questions, she wasn't very good at it. When I was eight or so, I.