It was fun especially when they made comments about each piece of underwear they pinned to the line.“Here’s your jockstrap. Look how tiny it is co...pared to what you’re displaying down there,” she giggled.Holding up her see-through G-string, Mason replied, “You didn’t fool me with this.”“I didn’t want to.”After hanging up the laundry, she had him vacuum the house. He was better at it than she or Mom. He started with his room and then with hers, while she tidied up the bathroom. She stayed close. Sarah, her fingers buried far up her pussy, had frozen when her son walked in, her breath caught in her chest. She had pulled her drenched fingers from her cunt and sat there, feeling guilty, thinking this was all wrong. It should have been her catching her son playing with his cock, not him finding her vigorously finger-fucking.Jimmy had not come home until almost bedtime, and she didn’t have the courage to let him know he was breaking the rules by staying out so late. After all, she had. He sends me a message telling me how much he loves my breasts, then asks if I would like to see his cock. I almost die. My fingers type out the word yes before I can even think it with my brain. I wait, as he takes down his pants. There before me is his glorious cock, it’s so huge and hard I almost can’t believe it’s real. I type the words, that is one gorgeous cock and click send. He then sends another message, he asks me if I will masturbate for him on camera and he will do the same. By now. The sweatpants were loose everywhere except around the buttocks. Shawn swore that ass was going to bust out at any moment.Shawn picked up his pace and made it to the trash dump quickly. He ran to the time clock to swipe for an early break. The time was ticking away at T minus f******n minutes and fifty-nine seconds. He checked the monitors for the departure assignments then rushed to Gate 9. Shawn slowed up a hundred feet or so away from the location assigned to the next flight to San.