”Yes Mama” he replied.”After seeing it don’t you think this one will regain its strength” she asked fondling his cock.”Yes, it is quite ob...ious” he replied.”Then will it not be its turn,” she said looking at his cock which was half erect.”Yes” he replied.”Then will it not ask for something else? When is this going to stop” she asked?”Not till I am famished” he replied.“I don’t think a robust guy like you will ever be famished” she said.”You should be proud of it. Remember I am your son” he. It was a solid five minutes or more before we could catch our breath. It only occurred to me somewhat later in my many lifetimes since that day our reaction to the gentleman's discomfort, which really was decidedly funny, was somewhat out of proportion, not to mention my abrupt acceptance of my situation.Still, even through our mirth, the questions to which I required answers only she could provide, were again rising to the forefront of my mind. I resolved to get the answers, by whatever means. ”She expelled air, sucked in, and noticeably stiffened her pose. “When you see what it is.” She hesitated. “You might imagine how I’ve been doing it. I’ll gladly explain it to you if you don’t disown your mother upon opening it.” Letting him take the package out of her hands she wondered how can I have become such a shameless woman with quaking knees and a stomach full of butterflies she was more hopeful of something positive happening since discovering the semen covered panties under her. Tahirah smiled as she left. Hi…husband. I smiled at Al as he sat on the edge of the bed. Hi wife… he held out his hand, beckoning me to him. I walked towards Al and placed my hand in his, he had the softest skin to touch for a man in his late 40s. He gasped my hand and pulled me onto his lap, he lovingly stroked my cheek as I placed my legs across his. I ran my left hand threw his salt and pepper coloured hair, I turned to him, our noses touched with our lips only a few millimetres away from.