What do you smell?”He opened the case that he had in his hand and followed my instructions. “Well, it’s a plastic smell. But the cases are made ...of plastic. They’re supposed to smell that way.”“You’re right, and Mr. Fuzzy has a highly developed sense of smell. At least as good as a bear. Don’t forget. He relies on all of his senses. And that includes smell. He can smell your pipe tobacco, your ivory soap, the mint in your toothpaste. That obnoxious plastic odor is something that he knows belongs. “Oh God!” she hissed, humping a few more times against me. “Why did I wait so long?”I kissed her softly.“Katy!” I gasped. “That was out of this world!”She released her death grip on me and relaxed. I kissed her again and gently slipped out of her. I moved down a bit and took one of her breasts into my mouth. I ran my tongue over her rock-hard nipple causing Katy to moan softly. After a minute I switched to her other breast. I swirled my tongue around the nipple of the second breast as I had. I was shocked and angry at first but didn't let on that I'd overheard them because, I would have had to fight each of them (And almost certainly get beaten up by several of them), and it would be humiliating for my mom. But it made me start looking at her in a different way, I started looking at her tits and looking up her skirt where possible, and being that age I kept getting embarrassing erections that I did my best to hide.She caught me masturbating several times in my room and told me to. Just at that second his mother enters the room silently, carrying a plate with a fat sandwich upon it. Both parents look at their son surprised at his appearance before the old man chuckles, "A few seconds earlier James and you'd have seen your skanky old mom in action!" He laughed hugely at his own joke, while Jame's mother, Teresa, did not even seem to hear him.After that comment James did, indeed, notice that his mothers hair was looking messy and her skirt wrinkled. She handed her husband.