A few moments later, the door opened in stepped a short, round man. He was very similar to myself. Somewhat non-descript in appearance. Very normal an... average. He flipped the garbage can over And sat down. I could tell this wasn’t his first time. He looked me in the eye and began undoing my zipper. I was already hard from the sheer anticipation of what I was allowing to happen. He reached through my zipper and pulled my briefs down. Then worked my cock out in to the open. His hands were cool. She was stroking my dick amazingly and taking about half of my dick in her mouth. And I had enough of this so I decided to help her and I thrusted my cock into her mouth while holding the back of her head so she couldn’t escape my huge cock. She was about three fourths of the way there when I felt the back of her throat on the tip of my penis. This felt amazing but there was still a few inches for my mom to go, so I angled myself differently by standing on my tip toes and was now shoving my. To be sure, it is not as though I have gone completely unrewarded. Indeed, as I write, I can feel a tingle of excitement spreading through my loins at the memory of what I did … and what was done to me. ~~~ The first piece in the jigsaw fell into place on Tuesday evening. I was lying in the Sick Bay recovery cot with Mr Gallows – the Headmaster of our privileged Sydney boarding school – quietly basking in the afterglow of sex. We have been meeting after lights-out in Sick Bay a couple of times. "Well, that was fun while it lasted! Be sure to stay in touch, Dear. I'm sure I'll be housebound for a little while, but I want to hear from you. Thanks for the ride, Richard."He smiled and waved and made the "A-okay" sign as he drove off.The crowd was gone when I got home, and Matty wasn't on the sofa."Matty?" Mom? I'm glad you're home! I need help!"Matty was sitting on the toilet and was unable to clean himself."How did you get your pajamas down?" I used my feet to pull them down, Mom. I.