My testicles were tightening and I had to lay my hands on mom's shoulders because my legs suddenly twitched.Mom looked up at me and made a questioning...sound: "Mh-h?"I looked back at her and softly whispered: "I think it's working, mom. I can feel it."Mom accelerated the rhythm and tried to patiently keep it on without getting tired. Her hands were on my thighs and around her neck she was wearing the necklace my sister had given to her. It was a little silver cross. I knew mom believed in God,. Sean said he was sorry there wasn't more to look at. I just said ''That's ok it is as small as I fantasized about''. Then he and I both realized what I had just said. Sean asked what I meant by ''fantasized about''. I knew I was busted so I just said ''What you mean you never thick about other guys when you masturbate?!'' Sean took a second and admitted that he did and even went as far to say that he often fantasized about getting it in his ass. By this point I already had my fully erected cock. And the thought of injecting stuff into my body with a needle – I didn’t even like getting needles from the doctor, so there was no way I would ever try stuff like heroin.However, it was pretty interesting stuff; all that we had been told about drugs was “don’t do them, they are really bad for you”. Not that what I read changed my mind about them at all; although it wasn’t anywhere near as forceful; rather, it explained what the drugs really did to your body.There was a lot of other stuff in. In the garden in where the pool is and that is where Louise was swimming and sunbathing. Obviously knowing she was out there, I couldn't resist peeking and spying on her. Her young firm breasts under that thin material she called a bikini. I had an idea. I quickly went to her room and saw the pile of clothes she had obviously taken off to go swimming. In that pile were the famous panties that got me into all this trouble. I decided to hell with it. I quickly got the panties and ran back to my.