The other problem is that sometimes I have an audience of a few people. or one a few occasions, no one. I hate that. I want a lot of people to watch m.... The auction house is my fourth owner. Each time I am sold, my value goes up, so I cannot complain. My parents used to come to watch me. They lost interest. Mom told them I should fuck more cute boys. She said that because she wants the cute boys. Usually, my parents would start putting on their own show. It is embarrassing to me! Mistress Ursa. She wanted to do one last thing before she took him in her mouth. She looked up at him and then loud enough for me to hear she said to him, "You know, I've never sucked one this big before." God, she knew what to say to turn him on but how could she actually tell him that he was larger than her husband with me right there? She was driving us both mad with desire but in much different ways. It didn't matter at this point, I was too far gone with the eroticism of it all. She then lowered her head. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Finally the last day was there. I packed me things and locked the door of my college room for the next 2 month. My mom was waiting for me down the hall. She wore a nice little, white dress. A summer dress. Her hair was open and her bob looked really great on her. She has the right face for that haircut. She also wore nice heeled sandals; they fitted perfectly to her. Then she looked up at him with a screaming, fiery, primal lust, her eyes blazing, and part-cried, part-moaned, part-screamed, I fucking WANT IT! I want you to gimme EVERY HARD, THROBBING INCH of that beautiful, massive cock, and I want you to fuck the shit out of me, RIGHT NOW! Hearing that come from her drove me crazy, & made me groan, Oh my God! My cock twitched with excitement as I pumped it hard. I still couldnt believe that I was just chilling in a recliner, watching & listening to my wife.