The plastic box clattered as it banged into their neatly organized but sparse shelves, rattling the few glass jars they had collected. The box missed ...he speaker by at least six feet. She turned back to Stan.“Stan... are you still... you?” Emily whispered, her voice almost inaudible as Stan’s pointed ears instinctively pivoted towards her.“Please Emilieee, I can't... it's changing me…I don’t want to... I don’t want to,” Stan blubbered, not processing her question despite his acute hearing.. They tell you about a new league that's quickly gaining popularity, the DWA. They say the DWA would be happy to have a promising young lad like you on board, should you prove yourself. Ecstatic, you jump at their offer and allow them to take you to the DWA arena.When you arrive at the venue, you quickly realize that this wasn't what you had expected. Apparently, DWA stands for the Dominant Women's Association, as noted by the big sign on the building. You still allow the women to escort you. I looked down, mesmerised by what I saw. My own Mom, kneeling in front of me, teasing the zip over the bulge that was in my pants. I couldn’t stand the delay any longer. I pushed her hands away and lowered the zipper myself. As my trousers fell around my ankles, I pulled the elastic waistband of my shorts over my extended, throbbing cock. At last it was free and exposed to Mom’s gaze. I just wanted it to be inside her mouth. So I grabbed hold of it firmly in my right hand, took a hunk of Mom’s. He was, of course, of Italian descent. He had many interesting stories to tell us of his Christmases growing up as a poor son of immigrants. Anna was entranced by his stories, which many of us had heard before. It was fun for me to watch the two of them as their relationship turned into a special bond.As we prepared to leave, we helped each other shoveling paths to the cars and scraping the ice off the windshields. It had continued to snow during our party and there was a three inch blanket of.