”It was a bizarre conversation carried out in hushed tones against the background of my wife’s ongoing telephone conversation in the other room. ...t all felt unreal.“I was frightened you’d notice last time and tell her.” I said softly as I indicated Debbie with a nod of my head. “I was so worried.”She shook her head vigorously. “Do you still fuck?” she mouthed.I shook my head. “Never, she doesn’t want to.”“I can believe that,” she whispered, “she always seemed a bit uptight about things to. “Yes, Mommy,” I replied. “Now, my little baby won't have any problem with me making his little penis squirt 5 times a day, will he?”“No, Mommy,” I said. I had taken to calling her Mommy again after all these years. It just seemed right and she seemed pleased by it as it was another indication of my submissive feelings towards her.After a week my penis was sore and my balls ached from cumming so much. Mommy liked to have at least one of my orgasms be by my own hand each day while she (and. His cock stood straight up. ‘That’s because I haven’t cumin over a week!’ Mitch lamented. ‘I would have jerked off, but I wanted to make sure that didn’t make things worse. Let’s just go see the doctor.’ Jason smiled as he closed the door. This will be the final nail in the coffin, he thought. x x x x x ‘So, Mitch, how did the Viagra work,’ Doctor Feinbaum asked. ”It worked great for getting me hard doc, but the problem is that every time I try to enter Cindy, my erection dies.’ ‘Hmm… that is. He felt the powerful body slam into him, forcing his tiny cock right against the nasty, back of the urinal. A course hand clutched his cock, "I'm less than impressed." The voice said he knew in an instant it was her, cold and hateful the voice cut him to the quick. His pecker grew stiff as a board. "Big money tiny cock," she hissed. Her other hand snaked around his chest and going under his shirt to his chest. "Flabby, weak fucker aren't you?" Her hand clutched at his chest clamping hard with a.