I would be sitting on the toilettaking a good dump and enjoy the feeling of my hole opening up wide torelease the cock sized turd. I began to notice ...hat I loved the smell ofstale piss, and shit, and sweat as well. I would sit there and shove acouple of fingers in my hole and fuck myself until I came, all the timevisualizing some stud from the plant catching me and forcing me to servicehim. I began thinking that it would be hot to be forced to bend over thetoilet with my dirty hairy hole. “But if we swear him to secrecy...”“Come on, Hugo, you know better,” she says. “People promise lots of things, but— Oh.”“Yes. I will know. I ask him first, and I can judge.”She’s shaking her head. “I don’t like it, Hugo. He could still change his mind afterwards. You only know about what people say right now, you can’t predict the future.”I give it thought. “What I hear and see tonight tells me that this man will not take promise lightly. If he gives it, it will require much before he reneges.. Then recomposed herself and said, “Thank you.”Then she left. I stayed in the woods until my dick got soft, no easy task after all of that arousal. Jeez._The next day I woke up with a migraine. My head thumping, my left eye going in and out of blindness. I tried to just deal with it and took some drugs for it, but it just wouldn’t let up.My aunt caught wind of it and approached me about it. She told me how my uncle would get bad headaches in Africa and drugs weren’t that easy to get a hold. It feels so good to squeeze them in my hands."Unimpressed, Ariel squeezed her son's cock tighter while saying, "I'm not taking any chances." Here, I'll prove it by feeling you up under your shirt!" Joseph did just that, sliding his hands under the worn out fabric of his old gym uniform and fondling his mother's bare breasts. "I can't let myself do anything more than feel you up though." No sooner had these words come out of his mouth though, that Joseph leaned into his mother's chest and began.