Amanda also chimed in that she didn't want anything, and the two girls rushed off upstairs.I stood torn for a second, debating whether to follow the g...rls or stay in the kitchen. I got a sharp pang of hunger, and I turned to Mom with an eager smile. "Food, huh? What have you got?"I chatted with Mom for about fifteen minutes while I frantically devoured the ham, peppers and cheese omelet she had quickly thrown together for me."Didn't you have anything to eat earlier?" she asked, watching me. 'That's not a problem John, wait and see.'He continued to suck and lick my cock with great gusto, I love sloppy blowjobs, and this was sloppy. His hands gently squeezed my very full balls, as his mouth tried its best to devour the full length of my shaft.Suddenly, and without being able to give Dave any notice, streams of cum began to shoot into his throat, my hips bucking with each pump.Dave greedily swallowed every drop, and licked from my balls to the head of my cock to make sure.Without a. She waited, staring at me almost apprehensively. She seemed at once both resolute and vulnerable.She said softly, "I hope... I didn't blow your fuses."I said with a brittle smile, "They're not fuses. They're circuit breakers. They reset after a few minutes."She smiled sweetly. "Have I... burst all your bubbles, hon? I can't even tell. You hide your feelings so well. Too well." I'm not as good at expressing those feelings as you are," I said guiltily. "But, no, I... I won't keep them hidden." I. Usually I managed to offer her my help doing things around the house. I helped put clean linen on her bed a lot as that afforded me a good opportunity to peek down her blouse as she bent over to make the bed. I never was sure if she knew what I was doing, but since I offered my help and she always accepted, I didn’t care. But in my mind I did wonder if she was showing herself to me on purpose. My answer would come in the winter of 1971. This is when the real story happened. I was over.