But after catching a glimpse of his stiff todger, my heart wasn’t really in the game and I readily conceded it to him and we soon settled down to sl...eep.Lying there, thinking about last night, I couldn’t get Michael’s sticky nocturnal ejaculation out of my mind. Tonight was the last night of his visit and I was hoping for a repeat performance of the previous night’s excitement. That vision of Michael’s stiff and glistening penis shooting its white fluid into my hand under the bedclothes was. I was going through a dry spell, so I kind of did feel like a virgin. But yet I felt the attack from Jason’s words. I did nothing but stand there, staring at him. My room mate. My so-called friend. The guy who would use his friends as stepping stones just to get what he wants, not caring one bit about the ramifications of his actions. I knew where he was going, too. Though he says he’s going to class, he really goes out to hang out with his loser friends and drink or get high, or he goes to. Spurt after spurt of semen filled her cavity as she wrapped her legs around my ass as to pull me in even deeper. I kissed her again and then told her “paid in full”. She was still shaking some as I withdrew my now flaccid cock from her and sat up. Glancing down at her pussy, I could see that some of my fluid was starting to seep out. Her labia were flabby and stretched from age and childbirth but still could hold a dick quite well. “Thank you. I really needed that” she said. I gave her a hand. My cock would get really hard and I would wank my self in front of a full length mirror and imagine I was fucking mum.Then I got braver, I wore mums things under my own clothes. During the winter if I didn’t have pe or sports I would dress in corselette with suspenders and stockings and panties under my school uniform. No-one noticed but I had to wank at least twice during the day because my cock got so hard.As the years passed I progressed to wearing mums dresses or skirts and blouses, again.