"Sometimes we understand with one but not with both."She thought about that a moment. "Yeah. I guess so. I think I understand what you mean about the ...ifference." Of course you do. You're from the smart generation of the family."Seems I'd forgotten to remove the fingertip from over her heart. Her hand closed over mine and moved it sideways, until I was cupping one of those small, firm treats that make breakfast and other mealtimes fun. "Then would you please get me off this morning?" It would. “My parents were super strict and very tight-ass, prudish, born-again, evangelical types, you know. They even rejected the many customs and traditions of our people, believing them to be heathen and wrong, Satanic even. They were fully immersed in this worldview of theirs. Ugh. Anything that wasn’t a literal interpretation of Scripture was diabolical in origin.“I was always torn between those two sides of me, the slutty side that gave it out wholesale, anything but the V-card, and the. "How long have you been watching me"? "What else have you seen"? "Tell me you fucking pencil dick"! I had never seen her like that before. I was holding my hand over my boner as she paid out on me, looking at me with disdain. For some reason my erection had not subsided which just added to the problems. "Am I still turning you on now little cock sucker"? She shouted.With that Lilly pulled the shower screen back and grabbed my cock, HARD. "Like that now Jackson, you little pervert"? "Do you like. I couldn't make a move to realign my penis to try and conceal its condition because that would draw mother's attention to it, but she saw it anyway.She must have noticed my erections on other occasions, but this time she seemed to be fascinated; perhaps it was the exposure of its head. We got as far as the mattresses, but there we stood still, looking at each other, mother's gaze fixed on my penis that was now weeping precum, while I stared at her breasts moulded by her bathers. Then there was.