... on the stove, could you feed Stewie please?
-No problemo mom, I said, turning off the television.
I took Stewie away from his blocks and put him on the couch. I took the milk bottle from the table, which Lois had just put on and replaced his pacifier with it. I then resumed watching my T.V. show. However, I was now distracted by the sucking sound beside me. I tried focusing all of my attention on the cartoons in front of me, but even my years of experience ignoring teachers could not help me against this.
Without realising it at first, I started to be aroused by the sound. I closed my eyes and imagined Clevelandís pair of lips around my young white shaft. He pictured him licking the length all the way down to my hairless pouch, sucking and kissing a ball before going back up. I saw my neighbor taking the tip of my cock in his mouth and milking me for all Iím worth. And just when I felt myself cumming, the sucking sound stopped.
I opened my eyes to see that Stewie had finished her lunch. I took the bottle away and gave him back his pacifier, still hurting with my erection. I put the bottle on the table and felt a small hand on my leg. Stewie had taken off his pacifier and was asking for something else. He seamed to still be hungry and had his arms extended to grab anything that could feed him.
I looked to the kitchen and saw mom cooking in a trance like state. With ...