Please don't tell your mother." She asked. "I promise. I won't say anything to anyone." I told her. "But I am so..." Shhh." she hushed me. "Don't apol...gize. Just relax and let's keep this between us." I stood there as she ran her fingers across my penis with one hand, and gripped my butt with the other. It didn't take long for me to shoot my white creamy load onto the mirror. Without cleaning my jizz off the mirror. She led me back into the bedroom where she sat on the bed and took out. Trust me, it will be a lot more comfortable for you.”Her bust was currently spilling across the table within the confines of her turtleneck, it looked like she was smuggling a couple of those sandbags that they use to prevent floods under there.“What is a bra?”“It supports your chest, takes some off the weight off, and it’s considered polite to wear one.”“It makes them lighter?”“Yep. It should be a good alternative to your bandages. You shouldn’t have to wear those, not here, and not back in. “I see. Then I guess you haven’t seen the power of a real cock before, huh? ”But this actually didn’t surprise me because I don’t usually masturbate. I do a lot of penis exercises, especially “Edging” which helps in longer erection and blood flow.Mom then started to tighten her grip and increased the pace. My precum started to ooze out and I started to tremble. She stuck out her tongue and licked the precum from my cockhead.“Ah.. mom.. yes.. just like that.. slowly, mom. You are making me. .. 9 31 Bilitis I came to pull myself together and handed me a massage, carefully, cautiously, back to the admirable proportions that stretched before my eyes. Contact, direct this time, with firm flesh with a pleasant texture, gave me a well-being that I could not manage to repress. To better control the emergence of sinful thoughts that assailed me, I began to make large movements increasingly supported. I clasped hands below his waist and went up to the neck, punctuating my movement of small.