Eat a Puss Rex

When your first orgasm is caused by the touch of a woman's hand you will always remember her name no mater what your age
The first time she made me cum was in an art museum. I was wearing my nice Sunday pants, the ones she had to iron before I put them on. I was glad I had them on that day because it was hiding the bulge behind my zipper. I had just come out of the restroom thinking if I pissed it would go down. It only made it harder and I know she was waiting for me right outside the door. The thought of her seeing my boner put me in a panic. Then I remembered a joke I didn't get at the time but now it made sense, if cold water will make it shrink then I knew what I needed to do. Soon i was splashing cold water into my underwear and all it was doing was making it grow harder. Then came the voice, Philip James are you ok? I answered that I was fine and I will be out in a minute. She yelled at the top of her voice, If you don't get out this instant I will come in there myself and get you. I knew by her tone that she meant ever word, so I pulled the elastic down till it was strapped in standing straight up. As I pulled the zipper up I remembered the time I got it caught half way and was screaming in pain. She felt sorry for me, made me stop crying and to this day she tells that story to her friends. So I zipped up, ran out side and turned on the bullshit. As soon as I saw her I screamed that I got it caught in the zipper again and by the look on her face I knew she wasn't buying it. Why are your pants all wet she yelled as she starred right at my bulge? As I began to stammer, thinking of the right thing to say, she shoved me down on a chair, dropped to her knees and put the base of her right hand on my rock hard nuts and used her fingers to feel the water stains on my pants. I will never forget the felling in the gut of my stomach as her fingers probed the bottom of my shaft. My cock jumped as it grew bigger and bigger, stretching skin that I never knew I had. I must of had her worried by the look on my face as she reached into her purse with her left hand pulling out a cotton handkerchief and began to pat dry my aching cock. With each and ever daub of her hand my cock was there, every time her fingers applied pressure it bounced back stronger and harder. Then it happened, she released her right hand from my ball sack and for the first time her left hand found the head of my cock and pinned it down with a f***e unfelt till then. I reacted to this with a contraction that bursted out of a part of my body that I never felt before and continued to grow stronger until it made my cock dance and twitch out of control until I screamed out, MOM YOU BETTER STOP DOING THAT!! I realized before I yelled STOP it was to late. I opened my eyes and saw that mom was no longer on her knees at my feet. She stood over me and with one glance I knew I was in trouble. When she threatened me that she was going to tell my Grandmother if I ever pulled a trick like that again I knew things would never be the same between us again. We left the museum that day and drove home in silence. By the time we pulled in the driveway a half hour later my cock was as hard as a rock and this time it made a tent in my Sunday pants. My mother took one look at me and saw the now familiar look of lust in my eyes and avoided looking at the rock hard erection that was pointing right at her. She slammed the car door and said you are just like that asshole Father of yours. I did not say a word because all I could think of was Grandma huge ass and tits.
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2 years ago
lol now some more details on both your stories