I was helpless and couldn’t do anything and started weeping. Then Kishor brought a laptop to me and played a video. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Th...re were a lot of videos of me involved in wild sexual acts with 3 men. All the men wore masks. There were many close up shots on my face and I was smiling. I didn’t understand how and when they captured those videos. There were almost 10 videos, each ranging from 20 to 30 minutes. They used me in every possible position. To my horror, each video was. Nice to see you Jack. Take care of my son." Was all she said before kissing Mitchell's cheek and running off to catch her plane. "Pssht.. She means MY son, at least for two months you are little man." He chuckled and set Mitchell down on his feet. "We better run." Was all he said as he glanced at the clock that was on the wall, both of them sprinting to get to the gate just in time. "We made it!" Mitchell let out with a hard huff from the run. "Sure did." Jack replied as he winked to the flight. Butch, darker, funnier, knew exactly the direction he was going. ‘Brendan, can you be my best man? We’d have to take leave and fly to Indianapolis.’ ‘Sure, I’d be honored to be your best man Butch. When is it?’ ‘June 6th. We both stay with my folks.’ We got measured for tuxedos, decided to wear our Corfam dress shoes with the tuxes, the ones we wore with dress blues and summer whites. Butch and I submitted our leave papers, flew Delta Airlines from Jax to Indy a few days before the wedding.. Mom sometimes visited my room in the wee hours of the morning but even those occasions rarely consumed less than two hours. The only thing we managed in a short period of time was our regular weekend blowjob. Mom knew I couldn't last through a weekend so she looked after me. But even that took half an hour. We simply couldn't be together without squeezing every ounce of enjoyment from one another. I think that's why we were initially attracted to each other. It wasn't a mother-son thing, it was.