He then went over to the column of drawers and pulled them out. The lowest went out furthest, and each one up a little less, forming a set of imprompt... stairs he could climb to get up on the counter. Mommy had told him not to do this, but how else was he going to get to the cereal?He got out a box of Cocoa Puffs (his favorite), set it on the counter, got a bowl from the next cabinet, set it beside the cereal, and jumped down. He took the bowl and box and put them on the table, then went to the. She saw me holding my upright member and cumming. She told me to hurry in dressing. People were expecting me downstairs. Later, when she tried to talk to me about it, I had been so mortified by embarrassment of my mom seeing me ejaculate, I asked her to never ever speak about it again.)“And we haven't, but your twenty-three now.”“I guess it's not such a big deal, now that I'm more mature.”“Mama likes to role-play sometimes. What if that happened when you were twenty-one?”“I think I could. “Please… may I…. have another?” I managed to force out, despite the fact that, on one level, I wanted anything but. “You may”, he sniggered. “Since you ask so nicely.” The swat returned to my right cheek. Again, he tapped several times, building the suspense before bringing it cracking down to give me a matching stripe on the other buttock. “Aaaaaahhhhhhh!” I shrieked. It took me a longer moment to catch my breath between sobs this time, the tears already running freely down my cheeks. My. "We want to look at your party clothes," she said in a soft voice."Upstairs," I nodded towards the stairs. I watched her rear as they walked away. I came aware that the shop was empty of all customers and I vaguely wondered if my two previous customer's had nicked anything. I switched channels on the security system to view upstairs, and I watched as he pulled outfits after outfit off the rack to show her. In the end she choose a leather suit, short skirt and waistcoat, and she headed towards.