Understand?" "Yeah." Mom leaned forward, moving my prick this way and that as she examined it. "You have a really nice cock, Son," she told me, "Quite big and fat," She held me lightly in her grip and eased her hand up and down my length from the root to just under my tender purple cockhead. Oh shit. That felt so damned good, "Do you like that, sweetie?" she breathed as she added a twist to the end of each stroke that made me twiddle my toes in delight. "Uh huh." "Good." Oooo yikes. Where the hell did she learn to do that? I lay there with a great big cheezy grin on my flushed face as I watched Mom bring me to the boil before easing off when she saw me begin to lift my hips towards her. Wow, she was good. She glanced up at me. "I was married for nearly twenty years, silly," she said with a chuckle as I grimaced with ecstasy, "Your Father always did like me doing this sort of thing for him. Son's probably think their Mother's were born a Nun." In the minutes that followed, I discovered that there are two types japan of masturbation; the first is wanking for wanking's sake. The kind where you just need to blow a gasket to ease the angst. The second is an art. Like a long, slow massage that satisfies the inner self both mentally and physically. To my utmost surprise, Mom showed me that she knew her way around a stiff prick and how to stretch out the joy that mutual satisfaction can bring. I swear she kept me on the edge for a good twenty minutes before time and real life became a thing and she began to deep stroke me to heaven and back. Up and down her right hand went and she knelt up and over my aching cock giving herself more leverage to really pound my sweating meat as the pre-cum poured out and ran down over her gripping fingers. My hips were permanently off the bed now. Hovering in some sort of sexual limbo as Mom reached under me with doctor her left hand and jiggled my balls that ached for release. "Cum for me, sweetie," she teased, "Show Mommy how much of that hot spunk you can squirt from those big old balls of yours." FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH UCK!!! My bedroom began to fade away as my orgasm approached and I had to grit my teeth to keep with her as I was desperate to watch her milk me dry. "Mom," I gasped, "I'm gonna blow!" Sitting up, I saw girls Mom hunch over my sensitive dick and really began to power her hand up and down that had me groaning out loud as she used my foreskin to tease my sensitive glans. Suddenly I gave a telltale spasm that made me sqwauk like a butt fucked chicken as my testicles unleashed their thick creamy loud. In a flash, Mom grabbed the sexy beaker and pushed the head of my cock into the opening just as the first squirt erupted from my knob end. The spunk streamed out long and thick stopping for a moment before the second spasm hit and another huge amount of jizz was added to the first. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I wheezed as I continued to ejaculate with the help of my Mother who knelt there wide-eyed and amazed at how much I was spewing small out. "Henry!" she giggled as I flopped back on the bed. Diligently, she made sure she collected every drop and used her right hand to milk each testicle dry. Using her thumb, Mom squeezed just under my mushroom head at the end of each stroke causing my piss hole to open up with a watery gloop oozing slowly out. A minute or so of this and we were done. I lay there panting and floating. That had been totally awesome. Lifting my head from the duvet, I looked down over my hot crotch at my Mother as she stared at the measuring beaker. She dropped her head and finished crawling to get towels to clean the floor. She needs to make me a drink and one for my husband.” Mel asked. Without breaking the rhythm of his tormenting hand, her teacher moved closer until he was standing over her. I never got to leave like my sister did- or come back once I got homesick. The sexy first indication of anything out of the ordinary was a shot of Jenny awkwardly trying to remove her t-shirt from under the strapless dress she was wearing. He seemed to put up a wall, waiting for something to happen. Steve said. I kinda adjusted so as to not have my boner so exposed as it was, but still relatively exposed, which she noticed and asked laughing: " What?" as she unstrapped her bra revealing her tiny cute titties. “I loved it! She waits until her lover is in position before replacing the vibrator for the dildo and sliding underneath the blonde so her mouth is just below her dripping pussy. And they can’t change the person. I then realized that my cock was hard and oozing pre-cum. She started pushing back and forth on their cocks and they started slow fucking her forcing her to squeal, moan and grunt. As she felt me moving, she open her legs and I found her sweet young pussy. That was his singular goal on this first encounter, and he decided he would keep his face buried in her pussy until he made that happen. “Strip baby,” Daddy said, pulling off his tie. I want to care for them. We laid there for another half hour talking until we got up and went in the out-side shower and cleaned up. Right now I felt it was more than appropriate with the feeling of dread I was starting to feel. I knew I was quickly being driven to my climax. Or were you the one plowing that fags asshole?” “The deal is we share you till I get a girl of my own, the other option is that small we keep you in the basement with mum who I’d start fucking too, and I prefer the other option” he turned to his father, “you told her about the next part of our deal” The harsh words sent shivers to my spine. He waved a hand around to signal he understood. I responded... “More rugrats to run around the house,” said Melody, a big grin on her face. Dee made a move to catch my hands at her chest and squeeze her tight, big boobs with them but I was quicker and slipped my hands away just in time. I gripped his hips, sliding my lips slowly up and down his shaft, my cheeks hollowing as I sucked. “Good. "Kids," Liz started saying after getting a nod from her husband "there is one more thing we girls have planned for you." “You had sex with RJ Hane?” I couldn’t control myself, I was practically yelling by the end of it. The skirt barely covered her bare thighs above her stockings and her breasts moved freely under the short crop top. I knew it didn’t really matter though, the drug and wine had done the trick. I never get to wear them in France; people look at me like some American tourist." I was trying to be sexy for your Dad. She was warm enough to feel like she had been there for a while and yet I had not been aware of her getting into my doctor bed or being there before now. 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