Meantime, I lower my underwear little bit inside my pant to give my tool some space. She now leaned her head and rested on my lap, just near the proje...tion created because of my erect tool. Because of her being so near to my tool and sense of her touch my tool remained erected. I got uneasy, wanted to give my tool some relief from this situation. I uncovered her back keeping her head covered with shawl; I bent down and kissed on her back. I kept my hand on her back neck of blouse and slowly. " Relax, Mrs. G. I didn't feel a thing at the time, but now it hurt a little. I guess you also got a little carried away."Carmen stepped towards me and gently touched her fingers to the scratches. She softly placed a finger tip at the start of each scratch and almost caressed it while saying, "I'm so sorry. I have never done anything like this before."I turned my head around and looked into her eyes and said with a grin, "Maybe you could kiss it better?" Stop it, Ryan, It's not a laughing. I kicked my shoes off, letting them fall to the floor, and my jeans followed soon after. Mom gave me another squeeze through my briefs, causing me to groan, and then hooked her fingers beneath the elastic. She pulled downward, freeing my cock from its restrictive prison.“Oh honey, it’s bigger than your father’s – and so gorgeous.”I couldn’t help but smile when she said that.“You’re so hard,” she said as she wrapped her hand around me. “I’ve never felt one so hard.”My briefs were still above. I gulped, Jesus, my mouth was dry. It felt as though my throat was full of salty sand, I could barely swallow. I spotted a bottle of water on the nightstand and reached out to grab it, desperate to slake my thirst. I leaned out to grab it and instantly regretted it, my brain felt like it was rattling around inside my head and I thought that I might be sick. Blech! I wrapped my fingers around the bottle, trying to grasp it and I managed to knock both it and my alarm clock to the floor. ‘Fuck!’.