She felt the floodgates of an early orgasm opening up already. She had been so turned on by seeing her son pounding his cock, by admiring his lean tan...ned athletic form, and by pulling his magnificent cock into her mouth that she knew she would climax any second. Just a few flicks of her finger over her clit and she would be seeing stars. Jeff’s knees started to shake, his legs growing rubbery. His knees moved forward, resting against the edge of the bed as his mother pulled more of his engorged. When we got in the car, Britt said, “It’s nice to find something you don’t do well.” She hugged my neck and kissed my cheek as I started the car. We went home and went through the, now, standard end of day process.The next day, we picked up the altered tux, new cummerbund, and necktie. There was a shirt in the package, too. Clarence said, that it was all no charge. I protested. But he was adamant. He said, “Maybe if Brittany wasn’t as beautiful as she is, I might think about it but, with her. Flashing became my vocation, not just doing it, but doing it in such a way, my innocence made it all the more devious, and delicious.I always sat in the seat above the wheel arch, whenever I had the chance, that way it gave me thigh height, sufficient for men to touch me on the thigh, as they stood alongside me.One old gentleman wasted no time in taking that opportunity, as the bus swayed and rocked his hand, at first clenching his morning newspaper, touched me time and time again, each touch. .Elaine glanced over at the clock. Five twenty-two P.M. Two hours and eight minutes. She took a shuddering breath. Aw, man. I don't know if I can do this... I don't have a life-long friend in whom I can confide. Parents? Grandparents? Aunts or uncles? No. The k**s I grew up with in high school? No. The weird k** my brother played soccer with in the fourth grade? Sighs. No. Counsellors? Librarians? Workmates? The guy on the bus? No. A complete stranger I met on the subway one time? No. A barman?.