“It hurts,” he moaned, not pleasurably. The thing above his thighs pulsed red, too red for someone as pale as him, “It won’t stop fucking thro...bing! It feels like it’s going to explode Hek!”“How big is your penis?”“What? I beg your fucking pardon! It’s right there I’m pretty sure you can get a rough fucking estimate!”“Stop the sarcasm. I’m being serious,” she spoke in a dull, but thoughtful monotone. Her eyes, encased in amber that glittered under her thick specs, punctured through her charcoal. I would not fall off the edge.I could just make out a figure on the porch as the house came clearer into view. Jean was waiting for me, huddled within the terry cloth of her robe."You'd better come inside," she said quietly as I stood panting before the stairs. There was a seriousness to her words, an intensity that was both strange and familiar. I'd seen Jean like this once before when we'd lost a contract I'd worked hard on."What's up?" I asked, gasping for breath."Just ... come in," she said. Every time the girls saw the two guys watching down the aisles, they would flash them their breasts. All I could do was shake my head and enjoy the show, as I have to admit that I do get turned on watching them flash other people.After shopping, we went home and put everything away. I spent the next hour getting everything I needed ready and packed for my early departure. It was lunch time and we just fixed some sandwiches, grabbed potato chips and cold beer. We were just finishing lunch. Only then did she resist, trying to slow her descent. Of course, she was unsuccessful – I simply countered her resistance with my strength. Just before mother was in danger of becoming acquainted with the head of my penis, she whimpered, “I can’t Jason… !”But the smooth pink crown of my cock touched the red lipsticked full lips, having reapplied it numerous times through the evening, and pressed smoothly past and into her mouth.Throughout the evening I had teased mother numerous times about her.