On those nights when the weather turned bad and we spent the night in the basement, Mom wanted me to hold her as we went to sleep. The only way to do ...this was to spoon with her. I didn't want to upset her since I knew how frightened she got, so I did as she asked. It was only inevitable that I got hardons while holding her lovely body. Wearing underwear under my pajamas didn't help but no matter what, her ass always found my cock.At first I couldn't really control myself and I would cum in my. His dick was warm and the skin soft as velvet. She could feel the throbbing veins underneath the head and the pre-cum dripping on her hand. His circumcised head was large and smooth and she wanted to taste him, slide him into her mouth and feel him at the back of her throat. Using her nails, she raked his balls softly until they tightened up and a rough groan told her that he was enjoying this. She could feel him jerking against her hand and sliding down onto her knees, she pulled the blanket. So how did you end up there?" Oh, the usual, I was young and desperately in love," she said in a whispery, fairy tale voice, then added sarcastically, "You know, stupid!"I laughed as she continued, "It was this guy I met in Flight Attendant school and he talked me into moving in with him, and of course, since this is my natural hair color, I said yes. We worked for different airlines so we only saw each other a few days a month, which of course we spent in bed the whole time. A year later I. I tried to be supportive especially since I knew my own thoughtless complicity in her attack, but my encouragement and support fell on deaf ears. My suggestions of professional help were received with outright anger. She was NOT going to talk to a stranger about what a whore she was. She said she could figure that one out all by herself.Then about the sixth or seventh week after the attack, Kel woke up one Saturday and started to act normal…..or at least so I thought. I cautiously.