Another morning, another wonderful feeling of a warm mouth on my c**k as I awaken. Life is good. No... life is GRAND! My personal alarm clock never fails me.
It's Sunday morning and normally there is no predetermined wake-up time, but we have a family thing today, so Mom is waking me up so we can get going.
The night before, Saturday night, I went out with a couple of buddies and we ended up at Eric's house in the basement drinking a few beers. I got home at a decent hour and Eric lives within walking distance so there was no drunk driving involved but there was a bit of weaving as I made my way home.
But anyway, my bladder was not cooperating this morning and I REALLY needed to piss, but Mom's mouth on my hard c**k felt so damn good. I had to interrupt her though.
"Mom, sorry to stop
