“Last night at The Mockingbird Lounge, when you did ’I Can’t Stop Loving You’ on the first set, then ‘Faded Love’ on that second set, you ...made tears come to my eyes ... I am so proud of you.”“Thanks Mom. I’ll dedicate one to you tonight.”“If you do, make it Faded Love. I’ve always loved the words to that song, and the way you sing it, makes it even more special.”I didn’t have any idea Mr. Aycock was going to have me rehearsing so many of the songs I usually do on my shows.“You’ll not get off. Then, the finger parts my lips and slips inside."Oh, Ryan, oh, UUUH, UUUH, UUUH, uuuh, uuuh, oooh, oooh. Oh, I've never ... oh, that is so good. Oh, don't stop. Lick me some more. Oh, Ryan."It is the most heavenly feeling I've ever, ever had. I've masturbated lots, this just blows it all away. If this is so good, what must intercourse be like, I wonder. Well, I want to find out."Would you like it if I gave you oral sex?" Oh, I'd love it. Every guy loves it. Just remember that guy's do cum, so. ‘Mark, this is Pat, my mom.’ ‘Hi.’ I waved and we shook hands. ‘Hey Ron? Why don’t you and Pat watch tv in the lounge?’ Colleen suggested and waited until the door eased shut with their exit. ‘Want a beer?’ She took off her boots. ‘Sure.’ When she returned from the refrigerator, a button was undone and a freckled expanse of chest and decolletage moved toward me, topped with a pensive smile. She bit her lip before sitting down. ‘Well,’ Colleen put the beers on the coffee table and sat close. “Dad, I’m eighteen and I can do whatever I want,” I said telling him about my rights. “And you want to have a cock in your mouth?” I heard him and it was a little embarrassing. “Okay, I’m going to give what you want,” he said and I had no idea what he was talking about. He loosed my hand and let me turned to him. I stood up facing him. “On your knees,” He ordered. “What?” I was confused. “I said, on your knees,” he repeated and I went on my knees looking down at the floor. “Look up at me,” he.