It’s just seeing her in her bra and panties every so often, and sometimes she’ll take off her bra in front of me (turning away from me, don’t ge... too excited). There were a few incidents when I was first discovering how to jerk off and everything where I’d sort of peek at her changing. During that time I only ever saw her tits, and it was less a “my mom is hot” thing than a “ooh, boobs” thing. Long story short, she caught me looking and I stopped.But her tits, holy shit. Again, I wasn’t. Sometimes when I’m pissed off, sometimes when I’m antsy. Every time the girl from the end of the block walks by I get a huge hard on. Like a lightning bolt. The tv articles and books say I’m a sexual predator because getting angry makes me horny. That really kills me. I’ve never even had a speeding ticket. There’s gotta be more people like me out there. I’ve been with a few girls, but it always felt weird. I just don’t feel I’m in my place in bed with a pretty woman. Don’t get me wrong. I love. I don’t know why no one came in that afternoon. I didn’t even see anyone as I staggered out the door and walked up the path in the fading daylight, half-hoping I’d see one of the Hispanic guys. I probably looked like a fucked hooker. I certainly felt like one. I vowed never to do that again. Never. Randy came home two days later and immediately sensed something was wrong. As soon as he entered, I wrapped my arms around his neck, just holding him close. “Don’t ever leave me again,” I. She slid to her knees and continued to stroke me and started to gently massage my balls. Then she leaned forward and started sucking and licking my nipples. Sitting here on this seat I was at just the right height for her to reach me.“You know you’re driving me up the wall here right?”“Relax and enjoy 'til it’s your turn to return the favor!” she said.With that she leaned back and grabbed my thighs and pulled me so my ass was hanging almost off the seat.After she had me positioned where she.