.I was already almost on the point of ejaculating, and having my mother staring at what I was doing provided extra stimulus, and I started to come. I ...queezed my cock to prevent my semen from spurting wildly, and instead it slowly leaked out of my cock, trickling down over my fingers, until the head of my cock and my hand and balls were covered in thick creamy semen, and I saw my mother run her tongue over dry lips.She stared at my cock for a couple more minutes, then she put the ironing down. I sighed, and turned to face her."You'd think that architect could have designed a hallway a girl could get through without almost ending up naked, wouldn't you?" she grinned."Mmmmm. Yes. Poor design," I smiled back, looking right at the crease of cleavage on view above the top edge of the towel. She turned away, and walked into her room, at the end of the hall."Oh, Marty?" she called, refocusing my attention on her. She was in her room, but the door was wide open. Her back to me, she opened. "As she talked I noticed a difference in her demeanor. There was more authority, a more natural connection between her words and her body language that I hadn't noticed was missing before – but now I could see the difference. Everything about her just seemed more natural. My confusion heightened."And Phillip killed dad?" Nobody knows for sure." She said staring pointedly at Alek. "You father was killed in the raid." I was there Reeny, I saw him." Don't call me that. And you don't know what you. He flexed his right hand, hoping to work out the numbness. Could it be carpel tunnel syndrome? He also slowed down a bit; this fast walking was making him out of breath.Two of the other judges saw him coming their way. They were just talking, Lanchew didn’t know about what. As Lanchew reached them one man suddenly grabbed the other by the front of his shirt and curled his lips into a sneer.“Don’t Claire with me, Smithers!”Both men laughed up a storm. Lanchew had had enough and he stopped,.