I had learned the secret of my erection’s effect, but learning to control it proved as dangerous as letting heated desires run amok. Her cheek twitched. I sat on the couch cushion farthest from my mother. I covered my cock, but it was too late. “Can you feel this?” I let myself relax and looked deep. The missing father in my past held nothing for me. For a second I thought he was angry with me. Aieeeeeee!!!!!!” Her face was a terrified grimace of realization. It spilled down my shaft and soaked into my pants. The grass in afternoon shade gave green contrast to my red face. “Honey?” Mom tilted her head at my pained expression. “Tell me, mother. In my left hand I cradled a thorny thistle pod. Gu-goood.” A tear crept out of her left eye. Jules, are you okay? “Mother, please sit with me and listen to something I have to tell you.” My heart thrummed like a locomotive clawing its way across the Rocky Mountains. She was the one source of my soul
