After dinner when mom and I were about to watch TV, I went to the bathroom to pee and noticed a huge pimple on my penis. I panicked because I never ha... any pimples in that area. Not knowing how to react, I reached out to the only person in the house and asked her to take me to a male specialist gynecologist.Mom: What is the issue? Are you okay?Me: Yes, I am okay.. but, there is a huge pimple.Mom: That’s it? Why are you making such a scene about it? Show me where it is.As her eyes started. "Scott, could you fill me in a little on your education and background? I have been curious about you, and have been wondering. Please tell me if this question is out of bounds at all," Lord A.S. said finally.So I related my life story, short as it was. I told him of my part time job, my high school years, and where I had been living when all this came down. He just sat there listening and sipping his tea. I finished fairly quickly. It was a short story, with not much to tell. Afterwards, we. I kept going for a few more minutes, then decided to stick my tongue down there and experience some french pussy. Medium-rare just the way I liked it. I pulled my shorts down and reached for the condom I put in my pocket before I left my place that day. Again, to my surprise, she didn't say no. Upon strapping on the condom she had her hand on my cock, placing it inside her wet snatch. Trying to get comfortable in the small chair we were sharing was tough at-first. Just as I was getting a rhythm. She was watching us intently while she fucked herself with her own fingers. I could see the juice running all over her hand as she shoved it deep into her pussy every time Bud shoved his cock into me.I lowered myself down onto the tabletop until my breasts were brushing against the linen tablecloth each time Bud thrust into me. The extra stimulation made me wildly hot and I started wanting to cum very badly."Oooooh! He's making me so hot. I have to cum! I need to cum! Oh, God! Fuck me! Make me.