His fat neck was blocking his ability to breath and as a result he snored like an old man. I grabbed my blankets and dragged them into the living room.... I bunched up against some boxes to fall asleep and found that I had a view of the hallway, all the way to my aunt's bedroom where light spilled from under the door. Instantly the box of her panties came to mind and I fantasized about the circle of women who were eager to have their pussies fondled. My hand slipped into my shorts and I started. If I tried to tell anybody about this I’d be locked up for sure as a nut case. Maybe I should just run away. No sooner had that thought run through my mind than one-eyed Jack was standing stiff once again at full attention. I stared at my prick and shook my head in total dismay. “Mom?” I called in obvious distress.“What is it, dear?” Mom said when she finally came to my door.“Mom, could we…you know…” I pointed at my erection as if that would explain all. I honestly thought I was about to. I looked up. “Wow,” I said, earnestly. “It is big, very big.” I held my hands behind my back and angled my head in a sweeping upward motion that allowed me to place my lips around the head of his cock. It was mostly helmet looking, with a slight wedge that would gain him easier access. I lifted my head back to where it was, his tip precariously in my lips. I looked up at him at this moment and smiled, his cock still in my lips. I replaced my hold with my hand, “you are special and I am so. I turn away from the water and continue to soap my cock and balls, both hands stroking and caressing. I wonder idly why I don’t just go to her – I know she will be only too happy to take care of me…but I keep stroking anyway. My right hand grips my balls and I roll them gently in my palm, enjoying the slippery soapy sensation. My left grasps my shaft firmly, long strokes from base to tip, back and forth. I stretch the foreskin to an uncomfortable tightness as my hand strokes back, then my fist.