I nodded, picking up my bottle.We all finished our dinner and were just starting to relax when a new man arrived. He was dusty and rawboned and wore a...greasy cotton shirt and baggy trousers. He looked like a prospector, not likely a poker companion. He stood at the bar looking thirsty and watched us for a while.The prospector was a big man, even taller than me and I'm six foot two. He was mostly bald with a fringe of matted, waxy hair hanging over his ears and onto the collar of his shirt. He. "Marilyn, that's fresh!" She turned a bit pink in the face. "Yes, if you must know. It was wonderful, hell it was better than wonderful, and that's all I'm going to tell you about it ever. Now—" Another pause. "Nope, no more. So, two things:"First, you'll need to get Nick a plane ticket. Pull the name out of the Turandot program. He travels with me; if they're full, put us both on the earliest plane you can find. Second—" Pause again. "Sugar, do stop interrupting. Second, we have a penthouse,. And though Seth isn't a professional model, I believe his natural presence will make a big impact in the pictures."Stan looked at my face for all of a second, and then he looked down at the underwear again. I knew what he was looking at, and I was happy that I had calmed my earlier thoughts enough to no longer be filling out the cashmere boxer-briefs as I had been."You can't be serious," Stan said. "What've you got in there, kid, your socks?"I frowned, looked down at myself, didn't see anything. “Okay mom.” As I attempted to walk past her my still semi-hard cock brushed against her side. I could see she felt it against her side but didn’t know how it made her feel. I knew from that point on I needed to be as careful as possible. Making my presence in her room completely unknown. So I saved all my mom from doing odd jobs around the house and mowing lawns and bought a pin hole camera so I could permanently spy on my mother without her ever knowing. I waited till she left for work one day.