"She stiffened for a second and lifted up one side of the eye patch."Oh, baby," she laughed a bit. "I thought you were your Dad." Nope," I responded.... "Just me, your favorite son. But I can do whatever you need."She covered her eyes again and told me to call Dad to bring home our dinner.After I explained the situation to Dad, he told me he'd be home in two hours and would bring dinner with him."Two hours!" she complained. "I need him now." I could see her body shiver a bit and it hurt me to. I now froze once more and started breathing heavily again, I felt a warm leather gloved hand stroke my penis under the cover, “What the heck is going on” I thought as my penis started to get stiff from this warm leather gloved hand gently jerking my foreskin back and forth. I couldn’t quite make it out as I lay there with my eyes shut in the dark, aroused and being jerked by Santa Clause but it felt like the tip of a warm sticky cherry was being gently rubbed over my lips and chin, so gently I. A little flutter of muscle contraction passed from her through to him.“What I want is all of it,” she gasped. “But we can’t.”“We already are, I think,” he observed.She stopped. The look she gave him was of smoky lust. Her naked breasts rose and fell rapidly in time with her breathing. She leaned forward for another kiss, long, lingering, full of moist warmth, tongues dueling, and harsh breathing through their noses. In the meantime, she descended slowly until there was no longer any portion of. ”“I’m just nervous.”“Do you feel OK?”“Yes.”“Any spotting?”“No.”“So it’s just you.”“I guess so. I haven’t been throwing up. I’ve no cravings for pickles or ice cream. I feel there should be something significant.”“There is. You’re pumping new and wond’rous hormones. They’ll draw some blood tomorrow and if there’s anything amiss they’ll say something.”“True. [pause] I’m edgy anyway.”“Come into the bedroom and I’ll relax you.”“You know,” Patrick said an hour later, “You may be getting a little.