The other idea was to use painting as an excuse to hang out with Kevin. I could get him to model for me, and my Mom would have no reason to suspect an...thing untoward about our relationship. Kevin thought that was a great idea and agreed to model for me the next Saturday after our appointment with Benjie. Benjie only wanted a hand job, but he mentioned that he might have a couple of other friends who would be interested in fucking me the next week. Since I was planning on going straight up to my. She didn’t know what to say. As she was about to open her mouth to say something Debojit put his hands on her mouth and whispered something in her ears.To which she said, “No, please Debojit.” But he kept on moving his fingers in and out of her pussy making her wet too. If she shouted then I might wake up and it would be awkward for her. So she succumbed to him and asked him to be gentle else I might wake up.Now I knew mom has to support him as he is drunk and he might harm both of us. He then. I commented on his "donkey dick" and he began slowly stroking his foreskin back and forth over his knob. Soon I was staring at a thick ten-inch erection hanging at a forty-five degree angle with a mild upwards curve. It looked huge on a guy who was only 5' 5" tall, and it was what I had seen in the photos. His swollen organs would make a porn star jealous, and I couldn't stop staring at his one-eyed hooded b**st. I began stroking my dick as I stared, and after only a few strokes I began. It was all I could do to keep myself from climaxing then and there. But if I did, it would be a terrible waste, for I yearned to fill her completely.I wanted to see more of her, for her to see more of me, and so with great care and slow speed, I folded back the covers, raised my hips slightly, drew off my boxers and kicked them away beneath the sheets. I watched, enthralled, as my mother's closed fist moved up and down my shaft, slick and glistening with my pre-come. Much as I desired to see.