Mom was with me as she had come straight from work despite me telling her that morning as she jacked me off for the last time that I was more than capable of seeing the Doctor on my own. We were both sat together in front of her desk watching as she read the numbers Mom had written down after each of our masturbating sessions. Now and again, her eyebrows would rise in apparent surprise as she considered our results. "Well, Henry," she began as she put the sheet down in front of her, "You are most definitely an impressive young man it has to be said. No wonder your testicles ached all the time. The amount of sperm you are producing is definitely at the high end of the scale. Did you have any problems collecting your samples?" I quickly shook my head. "No, asian Ma 'am. No problems japanese at all. Nope. Absolutely not." Mom was sat bolt upright with her handbag in her lap. "Everything went smoothly, Doctor," she nodded in agreement as she put on her best poker face, "I made quite sure Henry did what he had to do." Doctor Meadows looked at the results again. "So over the two week period, his minimum daily output was three times and his maximum japan was," She traced a finger across the dates, "Six times?" Oh, that day. Now that had been a day to remember. Mom shuffled in her chair as I sat there blushing like an idiot. Yeah, six times. Six hand jobs in one day. For whatever reason, I had been supercharged that day and would have fucked a rubber massage duck just to get off. Besides an early morning quickie and a pre-dinner splash and dash, four more times Mom had to sort me out from early evening to nearly midnight. "AGAIN?" she had spluttered in amazement as I wandered downstairs to find her sat in her favorite blowjob armchair reading a book under the circular light from a table lamp. Don't blame me. What's a horny son of a bitch supposed to do when nature comes calling? So, yeah, I was a regular stud muffin that day. "Uh, I guess when you've got to go you've just got to go," I replied lamely as she looked at me a little bemused. Mom sat forward and got straight to the point as she always did. One thing about my Mom was that there was no screwing around. "Did the blood and urine tests find anything wrong with him, Doctor?" she asked with a frown on her face. Doctor Meadows removed her spectacles and looked between us. "Actually, Mrs. Peterson, they have. The good news is it's nothing serious so you don't have to worry yourself about it but it is a condition I've only come across very rarely in all my years as a practitioner. Henry has something that requires a very specific and unusual kind of treatment." Mom looked blankly at Doctor Meadows. "What sort of treatment?" "Sex," replied the Doctor matter of factly, "And lot's of it." Uh oh. "Brian! Even in the safety of his 'pouch' at first the light was blinding. He started to fuel up the tank, I hoped as I walked into the gas station he would stare at my ass. That quickly led to another. He laid on his side and held me all the while I was resisting with all my strength to not have sex with him. Now Matt was fucking me and I was in heaven. “He taught me so much and... Goldie got up thinking the chair breaking was a sign that it was japanese time to leave, he was about to get up and exit the cabin when something caught his attention, the smell of something tasty and sweet filled his nose and his stomach rumbled even more as the scent filled his nose and he followed the smell further into the cabin, into a room with a large table and three more chairs placed around it and sitting on top of the table were three bowls with spoons in them. We ate in an excruciating massage silence for the rest of the trip. Instead he reached out with his other hand and pinched the other nipple. My bare masculine chest, my muscles rippling, I pressed them against your asian lovely breasts and kissed you deeply and sincerely. ‘He was sniffing my panties,’ she thought. It was both socially acceptable and satisfying to suck Paul's cock and he loved it. After a few minutes, I pulled blowjob his penis out of his shorts. The Club was a favorite of these guys. I mean, I don't even like books! and I was actually looking at his arms. I loved it. She got an drink and sat down at one of the tables, she was looking around so I had to pretend to look the other way. Sometimes I thought it better had I not been born. But what I don’t get is why. I felt just like what Meagan called me. "I was going to take a walk around the property, see the stars...if you'd like to join me?" Aaaaaahhh!" I think she wants your cock.” I let go of her nipple to look down at her bush and tentatively slid my hand down her remarkably flat belly between her legs to find that she was dripping wet. "Admiral?" "Now that's some offer. But instead of wedding herself to Wilbur Ashe, japan she was never wed with my father, Jim Pennington. Nicole smiled devilishly at me. “Oh, don’t you fucking start.” she warned.