I love you Mom" he said laughing. " I love you to honey" . I called after him..We finished eating and Bill helped me clear the table. You going o...t tonight ?? I asked No he replied. "Thought I'd stay home and visit with you this evening," he went on, When is Dad getting home ?? he asked. " Well your guess is as good as mine" I responded.. Bill walked into the living room an turned on the TV. What do you want to watch ? " Oh what ever you want to look at", I said . I'm gonna. She could not come on to him now; it would seem like an obvious attempt to keep him, and Peter would turn her down. He was really a nice guy, she knew that throwing herself at him would be futile. What really disturbed her though, was that she was not upset about losing Peter. She was upset about losing something that protected her from the world, or herself. Peter left. She picked up the bottle of wine she had bought for the evening and threw it into the fireplace, where it shattered against. I knew there was still a chance that she'd come back or be forced back with nowhere else to turn. After all, what I'd demanded was no more than any sugar daddy asks of his charge. Her services in exchange for my support. What was more, I knew she had fewer options than most.I guess I had taken her flirtations as being real offers, or at least a willingness to make an offer. I had told myself that her flirtations were little girl like. That they weren't real offers to deliver the goods. His long, thick, veiny shaft. His well defined cock’s head. His big, heavy, hanging balls. I began to desire sucking his cock, like all the girls did that he had over. I had, lusty, Gay feelings, lusty, Gay urges and desires. I had always dreamed about cock, but those had always only been fantasies. I tried to hid them, push them down, but it became difficult to be around him. I could feel my cock swell in my pants thinking about his big dick. It was even shaved! I wanted it so bad! I had never.