My cock pointed up at my face in readiness as I lay naked in front of her. Lottie went to grip my cock with her hand but I stopped her. ‘Can you ta...ke your top off?’ I asked. Her gaze flipped from my cock to my face and she smiled. ‘Sure.’ She rose to her knees, put a hand either side of her tank top and quickly pulled it up and over her head, exposing her luscious, pale, fleshy tits to me once again. ‘God, I love your boobs!’ I said quietly. Lottie giggled, ‘I’ll let you play with them in a. .. even for holes between our shared bedroom wall.[... How can a mother that truly loves her son deny him anything - including herself?... ]At night I locked my bedroom door and read various chapters of the Manifesto again and again. It was stating that a mother who truly loved her son would do anything for him. It suggested the sexual outlet of his own parent would allow him to focus on other parts of his life - to excel in sports, school or even emotional and physical development. As Jude. I stood bewildered, and told him I would not get into that, and rejected his suggestion. We then continue to walk again. He said he knew of a place, I just had to show I was eighteen. Of course, I was eighteen and had I.D. We walked down Del Mar, to a club, “Holiday Spa” a gay bathhouse.We entered, and walked up a glass window, behind was a stud looking man, who asked for I.D and $12.00 for a room and key. In the desk area, behind the counter were overhead monitors, showing gay movies; hard. C***d's height, adult's will, he thought with amusement.The floor of the hall was tiled in colors of pink and pale blue, and was frigid against the bare skin of his feet. Somehow, though, neither the freezing tiles or the cold air of the hall made him cold. It was as if the temperature was a fact which had nothing to do with his body.Wouldn't even have to worry about "shrinkage", if there was anyone around who could possibly appreciate it, he thought.She led him into a large room, which in.