They were stiffening again. ‘Doesn’t that hurt?’ she asked, tentatively touching one with her fingertip. ‘Not as much as the other ones,’ ... said with a lop-sided grin. ‘The two downstairs, and the one in my tongue, hurt more.’ Her eyes widened in shock. ‘Oh, my God! You didn’t!’ I stuck my tongue out and the small, flat-topped flesh colored stud near the tip of my tongue was revealed. ‘I don’t wear the metal ball much anymore and this keeps people from making a big deal about it. I can put. I awoke before the sun was up but daylight had arrived. The window in our room was equipped with vertical blinds which we had failed to close, so the room was infused with light. I had to piss badly, but had no desire to stumble down the hall to the toilets. Rod was fast asleep, so I decided to break his one rule and got up and pissed in the wash basin. I sat down on my bed and looked across at Rod. There he lay, in all his golden beauty.His boxers were gaped open and I could see his mat of. Ripples of joy began to run through me as I rose towards a climax, my knees trembling as my passions rose, a groan of sheer pleasure rose in my throat and I closed the door to let it loose without my son hearing. The door closed with a click as my orgasm hit, leaning against the wall I shuddered and gasped as warm sensations of bliss washed through me, making my whole body feel alive. Most mothers would have felt ashamed at having wanked while watching their son wank, all I was wishing was that. When he was all trussed up, she lightly scratched her fingernails down John’s torso and rippled abs until she reached his underwear. She hooked her fingers in the waistband and pulled down the shorts.“Mmmmmhh” she said, smacking her lips as she pulled it past John’s hard-on which had jumped up like a spring being suddenly released. Victoria removed his underwear completely and pulled off his socks. Then she fastened John’s ankles to the footboard.Satisfied with her handiwork, she stood up and.