Chapter 22

• That Saturday my mother said she had my present. We had gone out to dinner to celebrate my birthday. During the dinner and the trip home we acted like teenagers in love. We had to be discreet at the restaurant, but there are ways to show affection, like sitting close enough in a booth so she could reach over and caress my cock and I could slide my hand up her skirt to play with her soft thighs. Then on the drive home, Mom pulled my cock out and stroked me slowly the entire trip. But she wouldn't allow me to cum. At the restaurant she told me that she forgot my present and had left it home. I said, "Dinner with you is far better than any telephone."
• "I wish I could give you a big kiss right now," she said.
• I smiled lovingly.