" I reached down and grabbed his cock with my right hand and he let out a surprised moan. I stroked it a little and it got harder in my hand. It was a...familiar feeling to jacking my own dick but I was surprised by how heavy and warm his massive tool was in my hand. I looked at it and thought "now or never". I bent over and put my lips sideways on his cock and gave it a kiss then opened my mouth and ran my tongue along the shaft. I liked it.I stood next to the bed and kissed and licked my way up. " That's fancy talk for a traveling box situated in a "trailer park."Momma don't like me sayin' them words 'cause it ain't proper. Says folk will end up callin' us "trash." Maybe we is trash but that don't mean we ain't happy. Sure, times can get rough, loss of jobs, bills to pay, what have you. But me and momma always come out on top.Ever since my daddy left us seven years ago, momma's been going through a bad spell drinkin' and all. Said it broke her heart how daddy left her for that. All year long, I'd looked forward to the trip and Mom could tell that I was really depressed about not going.Mom and I have always been very close. She wakes me up and puts me to bed every night with a hug and a kiss. She's an attractive woman but I'd never specifically focused on her in a sexual way. Don't get me wrong though because, like most boys, I’ve sometimes made a special effort to catch an occasional peek at her when she's changing or getting out of the shower. About two months before. ”“Be serious. Come on. We’re being classy tonight. Waiter’ll be here any second.”While Caledon perused the dinner entrees, Heather played with the colorful plastic flowers next to the elegant oak wood of their booth, cushioned with leather seats.“This place is so nice,” she said. “Thanks for bringing me here, daddy.”He looked over at her, with her blonde hair curled and her black cocktail minidress teasing her cleavage and her black scarf tied around her neck.“You’re welcome, booboo.”“’Booboo’?.