I couldn't see hiding what was more than evident. "Yes," I told her with total honesty.
Before I could say another word, mom opened my bedroom door and slipped out. I stayed kneeling for a moment, the thought of jerking off in my mind. No, I wasn't going to jerk off. There would be nothing until my c**k was buried between those thighs, I thought.
Mom and I got together twice more over the next two weeks. Each time they were more intense, but each time she finished her orgasm, she skirted quickly out of my room before I could say or do anything.
To say I was frustrated was an understatement, but I bided my time. I knew that eventually something had to give. It did, but in a surprising way.
Dad had a wedding one Saturday, and while mom usually helped the women's group with the meal, she
