I was masturbating for my son, I knew that he was watching, hell the last two nights I closed the bathroom door without locking it. She never set anything up, and no one ever knocked. My wild side was fulfilled and I was never sending or receiving another text with my son again. He sent back “keep trying”
I pulled in to Super 8 and backed up against the brick wall in the back of the lot, got checked in, room 108. In no time I had him ready for round two. The head seemed to swell a little inside me as he began to grunt. What if I had scooped some sperm onto my finger and worked it up inside my ass? I thought about sucking his cock but was wary of letting him look at the top of my head, what if the mask tilted while I tried to get his cock in my throat.
