”“Ya, he’s actually going out with friends.”“Ok, well ya, whatever looks good to you. I’m gonna shower.”“Alright honey.” And she tur...ed and left. My dick was already stiffening. Both Aaron and Brian were going to be out of the house tonight, was it just a coincidence? Sure mom and I have been home alone lots of times, and on most of those occasions my penis has been on of the receiving end of her oral fixation… this knowledge alone would be enough to get me aroused, but now I couldn’t help but. I crawled to her, looking at her boot. She handed me the spurs. "You'll place them on my boots!". I took the spur, placing it around her boot ... fastening it. She smiled and gave to me her other leg. When I was done, she checked both spurs once again and smiled. "You like my spurs, honey?", she asked. "Yes, Mistress!", I answered weakly. "Then, come here and kiss them, silly!". I kissed the cold metal surface of the spur ... "Yes, honey, warm it up with your mouth. The more you warm it, the. . what is it that you need me to help out with?"Jillian thought for a second and said, "Hmm, you won't have to worry about anything, I want to keep it under wraps for now. Just make sure to come by tomorrow, at around 1:30. In all likelihood, you'll probably find it to be an enriching experience."---Tuesday morning, Damon got up around 9:00 to wash his car and run some errands for his mother. He was still curious as to what kind of schooling Jillian needed help with, but decided not to let his. ..”“They didn’t disturb my prostate. Most of the fluid comes from it.”“I guess it makes sense,” I added. “Your response will be different from a birth woman because most of your internal plumbing is male. Your doctor left enough of it in place, and a dry orgasm just isn’t as satisfying.”“Does it bother you?”“What, that you squirt when you come? I think it’s sexy as Hell.”“The surgery did disturb the muscle that’s responsible for ejaculation.”“So, you can dribble but you can’t shoot,” I.