Mom bent down and started again. Her lips were slow and gentle at first and then slowly she started building up the rhythm.I looked out of the window,...trying to relax. The sun was shining and the old oak tree outside stood as study as ever, its leaves barely moving in the wind. Dad and sis were playing with our dog down on the yard. It had been dad's idea to ask mom if I could practice with her. I hadn't been so sure about it initially, but today I had finally gathered my courage and talked to. Walking into the lobby, the theater looked unchanged frommy last visit a year earlier. Well almost unchanged. Myprevious visits had been greeted by a skinny, longhairedyouth sitting behind the candy counter selling ticketsand feeding videocassettes into the player. (The theaterhad abandoned real movies in favor of big screen videolong before I discovered it.) The youth had been replacedby a woman.I suppose it would add to the story if I told you thatshe was barely eighteen, with long blond hair. He stopped just a few feet away and laid back down looking at me, “now let’s finish together alright?”“al…alright” and I started to play with my dick again, looking down because I didn’t know what else to do, staring at my dick hoping it stayed hard and I could finish quickly. No problem on the first part at all, y dick was throbbing it was so hard as I heard his breathing and the sounds of his watch jingling as he stroked his dick so close to me. “oh, fuck yes Eric that’s it stroke that cock. "I saw you," I said.She blinked and shook her head slightly in confusion. "Saw me?" When all this started," I continued as her eyes darted from the beaker to my face again, "When you measured my sperm in the kitchen, I followed you downstairs once and saw what you did after you wrote down the result as Doctor Meadows had told us."Mom turned bright pink as it finally dawned on her what I was talking about. "You did?" I saw everything, Mom," "Oh, Henry. I.."From the moment I had seen her do it, I.