“Bathroom,” said Mom behind me, “Don’t be long.”
Long? Well, okay, that isn’t exactly true. Indian porn sex “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. “Are you sure, Henry?” she asked me in a voice that was little more than a whisper. What the hell had just happened? Lifting my head from the duvet, I looked down over my hot crotch at my Mother as she stared at the measuring beaker. “Two weeks,” I muttered as I felt the first signs of my ball ache coming on, “The twenty-second,” Two whole fucking weeks. Somewhere in my delirium, I swear I heard someone say “Oh, my God!” as I slumped back and plopped down onto the toilet seat gasping like a fish out of water. “Wait here,” she said with authority. Once Mom set her mind to something that was it. There was Mom with my still reasonably hard cock in her right hand and she was milking the last drops of spunk from the end of my thing which she had jammed into the opening of the measuring beaker.
